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Under The Floorboards (Pt. VIII)

(Technoblade x Reader) First Part: Pt. 1 Latest: Pt.VX

(Feel free to play this while listening to this chapter! Full credit to @Alexx-Kun on Wattpad for suggesting this gorgeous song)

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Day 1: Forgiveness

Step one you needed to find a venue, you had assigned Ranboo as your honorary maid of honor. The young boy was just as thrilled as he was confused, did you not have any other friends? You were Technoblade’s perfect match if that was the case. Ranboo had no problem voicing that to you and you pouted at him, you argued that everyone who lived with Techno was antisocial. He reluctantly agreed and you smiled proudly, he rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder with his hand. You laughed, glad you were sitting down, or else you would’ve for sure fallen. Technoblade and you had decided to split the jobs for the wedding between the both of you. You were in charge of the invitations and flowers, basically anything to do with decorating and interacting with other humans. Technoblade meanwhile was in charge of the venue and the official rings, it’s not that you didn’t trust him with more duties it was more that he didn’t trust himself. That and he also believed that you both could just get married in the woods. You at least wanted a small wedding with a few people you cared about, you rubbed your pointer finger and thumb together with a frown.

“You alright?”

“Just thinking about the invitations. Who will come...stuff like that.” Ranboo glanced over at the minuscule stack of letters by the table, it was clearly small, but Ranboo hand wrote them for you in swirl print. They better show up, Ranboo would be pissed if they didn’t, he put a lot of work into those invites.

“They’ll come.” He nodded his head picking them up with his claws, one was for Tommy, another was for Ghostbur, and Ranboo also suggested an invite for Captain Puffy he figured the both of you would get along considering you both had a habit for adopting misfits. You also needed a female friend. “We can deliver them and search for flowers, then tomorrow we can search for a dress for you that sounds okay right?”

“For someone with such a bad memory, you’re surprisingly good at planning,” You watched the boy preen at your compliment.

“Thank you, I also figured we can use the stasis chamber so you only have to walk one way with your ankle.”

“Smart boy.”

“Why thank you,” Ranboo smiled proudly over at you reaching out his hand for you to take. You grabbed it and he pulled you to his feet, he kept his hand interlocked with yours, it was minuscule in comparison to the half enderman’s. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

Slowly but surely the two of you made your way over to the nether portal and into the once-great country. Ranboo placed his hand on your lower back and helped guide you through the rubble of the city. He knew much better than you did where everyone resided, even if you didn’t meet them face to face you’d make a chest and drop it off. Ironically the first person you ran into was the woman Ranboo insisted you meet, Captain Puffy. She’s gorgeous, was your first thought, she was some form of a sheep hybrid dressed like a pirate, two of your favorite things, sorry Technoblade you might’ve met your new wife. You talked with her well into the afternoon, she was just so easy to talk to,

“Can I just say I feel like I’ve known you forever,” She gushed, taking your hands within her own and squeezing fondly. “I’m so happy Ranboo has found someone to watch out for him,” Ranboo flushed in response but didn’t argue against Puffy’s words which warmed your heart.

“I’m happy too. I just want to help these kids in whatever way I can,” You smiled a little forlornly thinking once again of the obnoxious blonde. “They just don’t deserve all the shit they have to deal with, they’re kids you know? They should be living their lives.”

“Yeah keep talking like I’m not here,” Ranboo mused over your shoulder which caused you to laugh with a shake of your head, “no need to stop please continue.” Puffy smiled at the both of you,

“She’s right though Ranboo. You should be out causing mischief or getting into trouble, not fighting in a never-ending war.”

“Oof getting into trouble? No thank you, I just wanna tend to my pets and go on adventures with my friends.”

“You’ll get to do that I promise. Once my ankles healed we’ll go woodland mansion hunting, I’ve been to a few in my time. They’re a lot of fun.”

“Really?”

“Yeah of course!” You beamed and Ranboo smiled right back at you, he brought his journal out of his bag and quickly scribbled something down in it. In the end, Puffy ended up accepting the invitation with a blinding smile,

“You’re going to be a gorgeous bride. Could I bring my girlfriend Niki? You’ll love her!”

“I don’t see why not. I can’t wait to meet her!” You assumed Technoblade wouldn’t mind one more person, especially because he’s never mentioned Niki which was a good thing in your eyes. Usually, if Technoblade talked about you, it was because he wasn’t a fan. You all said your goodbyes, you felt warm inside you couldn’t believe you were about to have TWO friends who are girls.

“Soooooo?”

“I love her.”

“Told you so,” Ranboo smirked. He was proud of himself for forcing someone else to socialize so he didn’t have to. Ranboo was relieved that list of people to invite wasn’t long; considering Technoblade had more enemies than friends. The only thing that rubbed him the wrong way was he didn’t even know that you had invited Tommy in the first place.

So if Tommy did show up, your wedding might be a bloodbath.

You and Ranboo stood outside of Tommy’s house, he glanced down at you and watched your hands clench the envelope. He brought his hands over yours and rubbed them gently, you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Deep breath and relax okay? He’s Tommy so I won’t say he won’t flip out at you, but I can say you’re a wonderful friend, you’ll be fine.”

“I can’t believe Mr. Panic Room is telling me to relax.” You let out a nervous laugh, he made an offended face.

“Ya know what, never helping you again. You can walk home.”

“Ranboo it was a joke!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you stuck your tongue out and headed up to Tommy’s door and knocked. You already knew Tommy might not even be home, the boy was a wanderer by nature. Yet, much to your surprise, the door opened with a loud BANG, and in the doorway stood Tommy looking better than you’ve seen him in all the time he spent with you and Technoblade.

“Hi, Tommy.”

“(Y/N)?” He blinked looking surprised before he steeled his face, “What’re you doing here wench!” Tommy pointed an accusatory finger at you and you raised an eyebrow,

Wench?

That wasn’t going to fly.

“Try again.”

Tommy sputtered as you narrowed his eyes accusingly, his eyes trailed down to the netherite sword at your side. His entire demeanor changed when he spotted it at your side,

“(Y/N)! My friend! Good to see you! How’ve you been? Good? Good!” The boy rambled wrapping an arm around your shoulder with a big smile, there’s the Tommy you remembered. “I’m sure you’re doing good fo’ sho’! Now what do, I owe this pleasure women!”

“I wanted to invite you to Technoblade and I’s wedding,” Your voice was soft and hesitant, holding out the invitation out to him. The teenager blinked a few times before taking it from your hands, he flipped it over confusion was etched deep on his brow.

“You’re getting married? To Technoblade? He’s going to have a wife and I’m not?”

You blinked a few times trying to process what Tommy said, was he more mad at the fact that Technoblade was getting married in the first place? “Well yeah, considering I’m his fiance and all…”

“That motherfucker! He gets to have a wife! I want a wife! (Y/N) acquire me a wife!”

You let out howling laughter at his response, tossing your arms around the boy, he went silent and a confused look came across his face. His ears turned red as he looked over at Ranboo with a face that screamed help me, Ranboo simply looked away holding up a prominent middle finger at the boy. “Okay, okay! Enough hugs,” Tommy ranted shoving you away from him with a huff, “I don’t know what’s so funny about me needing a wife.”

“You’ll find a wife eventually,” You couldn’t help but smile as he frowned down at you. “So? Can you make it?” Voice quiet as you looked up at him, the nervousness from before creeping back into your body, he chewed on his bottom lip while looking at you. Tommy wasn’t about to be soft while Ranboo was standing less than a foot away so he did the next best thing which was whacking you on top of the head.

“I-well-...” Tommy rubbed the back of his neck looking nervous for the first time in his life, “I can’t.” He saw your face fall and he grabbed your shoulders tightly, “Not because I don’t want to! I… I guess you’re not TERRIBLE.” He admitted begrudgingly, “Tubbo and I...we have some unfinished business we need to deal with before things get any worse for people.”

“I don’t know what you mean Tommy.” You suddenly grew very concerned, “You don’t have to hold the entire world on your shoulders.”

“Yeah, I do,” Tommy responded with enough seriousness to shake you to your core, you didn’t know about his past with the discs fully, but you knew enough to know this situation was about that. “Just know I’m happy for you, seriously I am,” He gave you a sad smile.

“Stay safe Tommy. Please don’t be stupid.”

“I’m never stupid you BITCH!”

“Call me a bitch again you BRAT!”

“MAKE ME!”

You frowned, hitting him in the side so he would double over, while he gripped his stomach you pulled him into a headlock and began digging your knuckles into his skull. “Apologize!”

“NEVER!”

Ranboo looked sheepish as he stared at the scene, his shoulders slumping forward. “(Y/N) we have a schedule-” Reluctantly you released Tommy and he stumbled back, he huffed dusting off his shirt. You smiled slightly over at the boy,

“See you soon raccoon boy,” you gave him a proud salute.

“Hasta La Vista Miss Blade,” Tommy responded, saluting you right back.

You turned away from the boy and headed back over to Ranboo’s side, “You ready?” You nodded in response with a little smile on your lips. “Good. Next, up is Ghostbur right? We need to find him.”

“If we can locate Friend we can locate him.”

It took a while, but eventually, you and Ranboo found Ghostbur and Friend wandering around a forest nearby the crater. Immediately spotting you a bright smile spread across the ghost’s face, “(Y/N)!” He shouted, throwing his hand in the air with a wave, “How’re you doing darling!”

“I’m good Ghostbur! Have you met Ranboo?”

“Briefly. Nice to see you again!”

“Ugh, ditto,” Ranboo responded with a shy smile shuffling a little behind you.

You smiled and pulled an envelope out from your bag, you held it out to him.

“You and Friend good sir, are invited to Technoblade and I’s wedding.” He gasped loudly, eyes lighting up with pure and utter joy,

“Technoblade getting married! Oh my god, that’s phenomenal! You’re going to make the most beautiful bride,” he praised excitedly as your face turned red at the compliments, “Gosh, you two are so lovely together, I wouldn’t miss this for the world! Do you have a dress? You have to show me!”

You rubbed the back of your head, rocking on your heels, “Well...about that.”

“Do not tell me you don’t have a DRESS?” He practically yelled crossing his arms, “I’m disappointed in you!”

“It’s in two days Ghostbur! I had no time! I’ll make do with something. I’m sure I have an old dress somewhere-”

“UNACCEPTABLE!” He grabbed at your hands, “I’m getting you a dress. I’ll meet you at Technoblade’s tomorrow, just hold on!” Ghostbur ran his hand through Friend’s wool with a smile, “You’re going to be one of the most gorgeous brides, only second to Sally.”

“Well I’m honored, I’ll see you then.” You smiled adoringly at the little ghost as he floated off his sheep buddy by his side.

“Do you think he’s getting you a dress?”

“I have no idea,” You responded with a shrug, “It’s sweet he’s willing to put in the effort though.”

“Or creepy.”

“It’s sweet you jerk,” You nudged him with your arm Ranboo smiled,

“I’m just glad it’s off our to-do list for tomorrow.”

“True that means you can sleep in,” You teased as his multicolored eyes lit up,

“Hell yeah.”

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Day 2: Ghostbur’s Gift

You woke up to sleepy kisses and tender touches, one of the loveliest ways to wake up if you might add.

“Morning big guy,” You cooed fondly as he made a soft purr-like sound in his throat. You turned over to face him and he immediately pressed a kiss to your lips. The voices couldn’t help but point out how cute you looked in the morning.

“Helloooo...How’s your ankle?” He asked his thumb brushing against your cheek, closing your eyes you let out a soft,

“Much better.”

“Good, I heard from Ranboo Ghostbur’s supposedly stopping by today. Any particular reason?”

“He says he has a dress I can wear for tomorrow.”

“How does he have a dress exactly?”

“No idea, but I’m going with it.”

“If you’re sure. Just don’t look bad.” You frowned and bonked him on the side of his head, “it was a joke!”

“It better be a joke or I’m leaving your ass. I look good in everything so fuck off.” You hissed as Technoblade groaned,

“Heard you loud and clear Princess. Scouts honor, you’re the most beautiful girl to me you know that.”

“I do. Just don’t joke around like that, makes me feel bad okay?”

He frowned a little and moved to hover over you, his hair framed his face and fell past his shoulders. It tickled your cheeks and you ran your hands through it meeting anything but his eyes suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Technoblade kissed the tip of your nose,

“Hey, Princess look at me.”

Turning your head towards his voice, the two of you locked eyes, a sense of calm washed over you, the only thing in his eyes was pure, unadulterated love.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world to me. No matter what I’m always going to think that you are, you could grow a third eye and I’d still want to marry you tomorrow. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, it was a joke but I won’t make it again. I swear.” You felt your eyes water as you tossed your arms around his neck, the sudden movement caused him to fall forward crushing you beneath him.

“I love you too bubba. Thank you for listening to me.”

“That’s part of my job idiot.”

You smiled against his neck and held him tighter, Technoblade reciprocated the hug and decided the both of you could stay in bed just a little while longer. The two of you shared soft kisses, every once in a while Technoblade would reinforce how precious you were to him, eventually, it all got to be too much and you shoved your hands in his face.

“Enough is enough! I’m embarrassed now.” Technoblade laughed at your flustered expression and pressed a fond kiss to your lips, obviously you kissed him back, your fingers threading through his hair.

“Princess…” He let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, “you’re making it hard to get out of bed. I still have some stuff set up for tomorrow and you gotta look out for Wilbur.”

“Or hear me out. You can stay in bed with me all day, and keep giving me kisses,” You pressed your lips to his own before whispering in his ear, “Anywhere you’d like.” You nipped teasingly at his earlobe and suddenly felt the heat radiating off his face. As you expected his face was a deep red color and you felt his head fall against your shoulder,

“You’re going to kill me.” You only laughed in response, finally pulling away from him you swung your feet over the side of the bed, “you can’t just say that and walk away.” He whined loudly with a little pout on his lips, “Especially since I won’t see you until the wedding.”

“Suck it up buttercup,” You stuck your tongue out at the man “I’ll just be at Ranboo’s if something goes wrong I’ll be within reach.” He reached his hand up and threaded his fingers through your hair, you sighed pleasantly at the physical touch, “I love you.”

“Love you too, see you tomorrow.” You gave him one last fleeting kiss before standing up leaving the warmth of the covers and your half-naked fiance behind much to your dismay. You tossed one of Technoblade’s old shirts over your head, it came down past your knees and Technoblade let out a happy sigh from behind you. You let out a little laugh, looking at him over your shoulder his eyes were half-lidded as he stared at your now bare legs. “Hold on don’t change just yet I wanna stare a little bit longer.”

“Perv.” You snickered ignoring his wishes and sliding on a pair of pants, afterward, you tied a corset around your waist. He responded with a ‘heh?’ of disagreement before he groaned loudly and flopped over in the bed, “see you soon Bubbas.” You leaned over and pecked his forehead before sliding down the ladder and out of the house. Ironically your timing was perfect as you greeted Ranboo right outside Technoblades cabin, “Good morning!”

“Morning, you and Techno sleep okay?” You nodded with a bright smile, “Good Wilbur should be stopping by any minute now by the way. He sent me a note earlier this morning that said he’d be around this time.”

“Works for me, wanna wait by your house?”

“You just wanna pet my bunny,” You smirked and laughed,

“Can you blame me?”

“I suppose not. Whatever makes you happy.” Ranboo sighed but there wasn’t any real defeat in his tone, “Let’s go.” Ranboo and you walked a little ways away to his humble little shack so you could play with Ranbun. You were set up in Ranbun’s pen holding him in your arms and cooing softly at him, Ranboo joined you after a few moments of jealous staring. The two of you spent the next hour playing with his bunny and feeding him lots of treats, he was one happy bunny. Ranboo was the first person to see Ghostbur coming through the trees, a large box in hand, had he actually managed to get you a dress?

“(Y/N)! Ranboo!” Ghostbur shouted excitedly floating over to the both of you, “I managed to find the dress I promised you! So long as it fits of course.” Your jaw fell open as you stumbled out of Ranbun’s pen,

“How the hell did you manage to find me a wedding dress?”

“Oh! It was Sally’s.” A fond smile spread across the ghost’s face, both you and Ranboo looked at one another brows furrowed. Ranboo put a hand to the side of his face and whispered loudly to you,

“I thought Sally was a fish.”

You whispered back in the exact same manner,

“Me too, but at this point, I’m too afraid to ask for clarification.”

Ranboo nodded seriously and stood back up to his full height, you stepped forward and took the box from the hands of the ghost he stared at it longingly like he was afraid to let it go. You chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment before speaking up,

“Are you sure?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but it was still as tender as ever, the ghost of Wilbur snapped his eyes up to meet yours. He seemed to be reading the expression in your eyes before smiling almost fondly, handing the box over to you officially. He pulled out a small patch of blue and fumbled it around in his hands, like a nervous tic,

“I’m positive love. I trust you to take good care of it and Sally would want you to have it, she was wonderful like that. Just please take good care of it.”

“I’ll protect it with my life. I promise you.”

“I know you will, you’re going to be a beautiful bride, my dear.” He somehow took your hands and pressed a faint kiss to them, “Go on then try it on.” Your eyes sparkled in delight and he turned to Ranboo,

“Well go on, we’ll still be here to judge you immensely.”

“Oh fuck off.” You laughed heading into his shack to change, you managed to find an area not completely out in the open. The only nerve-wracking thing was you didn’t have a mirror so you had to pray you looked alright and that Raboo and Ghostbur wouldn’t lie to you. You opened the box and pulled the dress out, Sally really knew how to pick a damn good dress; the dress was stunning, you definitely wouldn’t do it justice. The dress fell past your feet and pooled a little ways behind you, it was more of an off-white creme color, and was made of soft lace. It was sleeveless so the winter wind gave you a chill, you hoped Technoblade picked a place that wasn’t freezing cold. You took a breath to hype yourself up and stepped out of the shack, the dress trailing behind you, you had left the veil in the box figuring you didn’t need it right now. The first person to spot you was Ghostbur, who gasped loudly bringing his hands up to his face after spotting you. You shrunk in on yourself a little bit and your cheeks turned a light pink in response, “That’s a good expression I hope.” You meekly laughed as Ranboo turned around and let out a shaky break of surprise. He reached forward with his claws to touch the soft fabric,

“It’s perfect! Fits like a glove.” Wilbur hummed happily floating around you, “I was right by the way, you look beautiful. Techno’s going to pass out.”

“Shut up I can’t look that good.”

“You do though!” Ranboo shouted excitedly, “It suits you perfectly not that I had any doubts or anything.” He jumped a little on the balls of his feet, he pulled out his memory book quickly scribbling something down inside it, as he did so he muttered “I’m the best honorary maid of honor ever.”

“You definitely are.” You praised the halfling who only seemed to grow more excited at the praise, Ghostbur cleared his throat, was he looking for a compliment too? “Ghostbur you’re a lifesaver, if it wasn’t for you I’d be walking down the aisle in Netherite. Thank you.” Ghostbur seemed to preen a little as he smiled proudly,

“I know. I’m pretty great aren’t I? I basically saved the day.”

“You certainly are.”

“Oh! Just return the dress the next time I see you after the wedding okay?”

“I will have no fear, it’s in safe hands.” The ghost nodded, “I can’t wait to see it in action tomorrow.”

“Me too,” you sighed lovingly, doing a little twirl in the dress you could only imagine the look that would appear on Technoblade’s face when he saw you.

You hoped the voices would approve because Technoblade was absolutely going to short circuit and go feral, you could hardly wait.

Day 3: The Wedding Day

The night before the wedding Technoblade couldn’t sleep his body was buzzing with nerves, which was a foreign feeling to him. He was worried about you not sleeping by his side, this was the first time since you’ve officially gotten together that you weren’t there. He didn’t realize how much he missed your presence and warmth, he pulled the pillow you usually used close to his chest. He felt like a love-struck teenager cuddling the pillow of his missing girlfriend because that’s basically what he was, except instead of a girlfriend it was his fiance. The voices didn’t help his longing either; they were roaring in his head asking where you were and when you would come back.

Where’s (Y/N)? I miss her! Can Ranboo protect her if something goes wrong? What if Dream gets ahold of her in the meantime and you’re up here sleeping? I wanna squeeze her thighs again right now. E. That’s disgusting, stop, don’t sexualize her like that. B U T T. Can I get a big pog for butts? Thighs for the thigh god.

His entire face went a deep scarlet, “What does that even mean guys.” Technoblade let out a loud groan of embarrassment, some of the voices laughed, some others rumbled with anger. “I just want her by my side is all, I miss her. I miss her touch...I don’t know when I became such a sap. I hate that I care about her this much, but god without her I’d be lost.”

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“You shits.”

The morning rolled around and Technoblade woke up as soon as the sun shone through the windows. He fell asleep around three in the morning, tired as shit, bees buzzing around in his stomach.

Today’s the day! Gotta get ready as soon as possible, you’re gonna look so handsome! I bet (Y/N)’s gonna be equally as beautiful! Don’t fuck it up. Celebratory murder spree pog? She’ll think you’re so hot covered in blood. No! E. Normalcy is key!

He shook his head to get rid of the nagging voices rattling around in his head, he knew what he had to do, and listening to the voices wasn’t one of them. Phil was going to come soon and Technoblade had to look presentable so they could head to the venue and Phil could set up some last-minute decorations. Techno would say he felt bad making Phil do most of the work, but he honestly didn’t, especially since he was so inept at romance in the first place. Never one to wear a suit Technoblade decided his best outfit would be his arctic retirement one, a suit would be too constricting. After all, what if it was attacked and he needed to jump into action, Phil had told him that he was absolutely not allowed to bring weapons which he was not happy about at all. Although the man did reassure him that he would be armed and have an extra weapon just in case something was to occur, he guessed that was FINE. With a soft huff, the man stood up from his bed and pulled out his outfit, the soft blue made him yearn for the days before they found Tommy living under the house. In a way wearing this symbolized a time in their relationship before he was forced into bloodshed once again, plus he knew you loved the fuzzier outfit.

Putting on everything, he brought the fur cape around his shoulders, his crown glittering on his head in the light. He looked regal, he would say he looked like a king but he hated all forms of government so he just looked like his usual badass self. In his closet sat his wedding gift to you, it was a gold tiara that matched his crown in his own way finally solidifying the both of you as a blood god duo.

Turning away from the tiara he grabbed a hairbrush to tame his wild hair, he wanted to do something different with it. It spilled around his back and down to his waist, he managed to tame the frizz with some product that he ‘borrowed’ from you. In the end, he had two small braids framing his face, he grabbed both of them and pinned them together on the back of his head. A half-up half-down look almost made him look like a Viking, he liked it. Technoblade placed gold earrings along with his ears and added some gold accents on his wrists and fingers, none overshading his engagement ring.

His ears twitched hearing the door open downstairs, Phil was here, it was time.

“Hellooo!” Technoblade called from upstairs and Phil responded with a cheerful,

“Hey mate!”

As Technoblade descended the ladder, Phil smiled fondly at his old friend, he immediately adjusted the cape on his shoulders. Technoblade huffed a small laugh, “Was that really necessary?”

“Obviously. I’m the married one, I know what I’m doing.” He shot back snickering, “You ready to go?”

“As I’ll ever be I suppose.”

“I’m proud of you man,” Phil responded with a fatherly smile “You’re never going to forget today. It’ll be the best of your life.”

“Ehhhh I don’t know about that. Spawning those Withers and blowing up a country really gave me a rush.”

“Oh fuck off,” Phil howled with laughter while shoving the snickering piglin. “This’ll be an entirely new feeling, I would know.” His wings puffed out happily remembering his marriage fondly,

“Didn’t you marry a fridge?”

“You’re literally the worst.”

Technoblade smirked just happy he steered the conversation away from any of that mushy crap. He was going to get enough of that as it is in a few hours, oh look at that the bees are back. Phil gave him a pat on the back and the two of them left the house side by side. The spot Technoblade picked out for the wedding was one both of you would like, a snowy taiga, it was warm enough that you wouldn’t freeze to death but still had the beautiful powdery snow that Tecnhoblade loved. Phil had done an amazing job of setting everything up, on the arch, there were beautiful blue flowers interspersed with white roses (both of which you picked out prior), they stood out beautifully against the wooden trellises. There was a carved stone pathway leading the way up to the arch and a few wooden benches decorated with light blue silk so whomever (Y/N) invited could sit down. He knew most of them would only be there for her, he was okay with that, all he needed was Phil and Ranboo and he was content. Next to each booth was a stone pillar, on top of them sat a bouquet of white and blue roses.

“You really outdid yourself, thank you.” Technoblade whistled,

“You know I’d do anything for you mate. Glad I could provide, I do have one last little decoration though.” Phil mused reaching into his bag he pulled out a small gold bell similar to the one he had inside his house. He placed the bell above the arch so it would chime softly when the wind blew against its side. Technoblade smiled fondly at the sight and wrapped his arm around Phil’s shoulder.

“I love it. (Y/N)’s gonna love it too.”

“Thanks, man.” Phil said softly bumping against the blade, “Do you know who’s going to show up by the way?”

“Absolutely no idea.”

“Guess we’re gonna find out, look.” Technoblade stepped away from Phil and looked in the direction of his friend, cresting over the hill seemed to be two girls, Technoblade was immediately confused because he didn’t realize you had friends who were women. Phil let out a small laugh, “Oh it’s Niki and Puffy, Ranboo must’ve introduced (Y/N) to them.” Technoblade only nodded his lips twitching into a frown, new people...gross.

“Hi, Phil! Technoblade!” Puffy chirped brightly, her hand intertwined with Niki’s tightly, “Congratulations to you Mr.” She lightly tapped Technoblade in the chest he blinked in surprise,

“Thank you?”

“I may have just met (Y/N), but just know if you do ANYTHING to hurt her at all I will slaughter you.”

“Darling please…” Niki sheepishly smiled, “you realize you’re threatening Technoblade right? Not the best idea.”

“It’s alright. I admire your gumption,” Technoblade gave the both of them a thumbs up in response, “I’m glad (Y/N) has someone else like that looking out for her. But, just so you know. The same to you.” He eyed the both of them with a sharp look in his eyes, Puffy let out a nervous laugh and Niki narrowed her eyes warily.

“That’s fair.”

“Anyway!” Phil cleared his throat, “let's not ruin this before it even starts.” He led the two girls over to their seats with a small smile, “(Y/N) will be super happy to see you both by the way. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, (Y/N) and I are soulmates after all.” Puffy swooned happily as Niki giggled fondly at her antics, “Technoblade better watch out. Niki and I will steal her heart.”

“I’ll be sure to warn him,” He snickered, glancing over at his friend who was sniffing at the flowers in the pots. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask, Wilbur should be here soon then (Y/N) and Ranboo will come and it’ll start.”

“Sounds good,” Niki hummed playing with the sleeves of her blue dress “I’m super excited to meet her.”

While Puffy reassured her that she would, Phil noticed his son floating over to the area. “Hello, Phil!” The ghost’s eyes lit up seeing all of them, “Oh wow everything is so beautiful!”

“Thanks, Ghostbur.” Technoblade hummed walking over to Phil and the ghost,

“I’m proud of you too Mr. Engaged!” He snickered as Technoblade’s nose scrunched up in distaste, “Who knew the big, scary Technoblade would settle down with a wife, maybe start a family eventually.”

“I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear any of the cringy nonsense that just came out of your mouth; so I can enjoy today in peace.”

"Boo! I’m just happy for you!” Ghostbur huffed in annoyance, “I was telling (Y/N) yesterday that marrying Sally was the best day of my life! I’m so making fun of you when you get all mushy.”

“IF I get all mushy, which I won’t.”

“Sure you won’t man,” Technoblade glared at his friends in frustration if this teasing was going to continue. He was kidnapping (Y/N) himself and getting married to her elsewhere.

“I do love all the blue though!” The ghost of Wilbur swooned happily at all the flowers, “This just makes the entire day even better!-”

However he didn’t get to continue as Ranboo cleared his throat rather loudly, the enderboy looked dapper as always, a rose was pinned on his lapel, obviously from (Y/N).

"Ready Techno?” Phil looked over at him, the pigman’s frustration and confidence fell from his face all at once. Even Ghostbur was shocked at the way Technoblade tensed up and fumbled with the soft fluff on his cape, “Techno?”

It’s time. Holy fuck! She’s going to be stunning, he’s going to be a husband! HE’S GOING TO BE A HUSBAND? Oh fuck.

“Techno mate you alright?”

"Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Let's do this.” Technoblade took a deep breath walking over to the altar with Phil, Phil was obviously officiating the wedding. He didn’t want anyone else doing it, Ranboo smiled at the two of them as he walked down the aisle throwing little flower petals everywhere before standing on (Y/N)’s side of the altar. He gave him a happy little nod, Technoblade nodded back at him in a sign that he was happy to see him. Music began to flow through the air, Technoblade just knew Wilbur had managed to bring a jukebox, but he didn’t mind it was fitting.

He turned towards the rich sound and for once in his life the voices...stopped.

Technoblade could hear the music perfectly, he heard the chiming of the bell every time the wind blew, everything seemed clear and for all the sounds that were playing around him without the rancorous voices, it all seemed deadly quiet.

The true reason the voices stopped though was because he saw you.

Elegant. Magnificent. Royalty.

The words spun around in his head, because god you looked angelic as you walked towards him. He wished your face wasn’t obscured by a veil, he wanted to see you, to cup your cheeks and pull you into a desperate kiss. He wasn’t worthy to marry you, he was barely worthy to breathe the same air as someone so pure. Technoblade bit down on his tongue rather harshly, for once in his life he wished the voices would speak up so he wouldn’t feel so small in his head.

“Hi.”

Your silvery voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he drew in a shaky breath and looked at you.

“Hi,” His voice cracked a little and he flushed all the way up to the tips of his ears. He reached out to squeeze your hands tightly, he felt you squeeze back and he knew that everything was okay. Fuck, he was tearing up a little and he hasn’t even seen your face yet, fuck...Ghostbur was right. He was a mushy gross mess, you giggled a little at his flustered expression.

“You look handsome,” You whispered softly tilting your head to the side.

“You’re Aphrodite herself.”

“Take it back. Take it back right now.” The teasing tone your voice took made him relax considerably, you were still you. His lovely almost wife who’d he got to spend the rest of his life with, it was perfect, you were perfect.

“You know I do, even if it kills me to retract the statement.” His hand reached forward and gently pushed the veil back over your head.

Fuck.

It took all his strength not to kiss you senseless. Phil cleared his throat and smiled at the small crowd of people who came to the wedding, Puffy seemed to already be emotional, Niki rubbing her back with gentle circles. The both of you barely paid any attention to the introductions and the little details too engrossed in one another to truly listen to anyone that wasn’t each other. They both snapped to attention when Phil spoke their names with a tender smile and their wedding rings were in his hands.

“Your wedding rings are the outward and visible sign of the inward and invisible bond which already unites you two hearts in love. Groom, place the ring on Bride’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring…”

“I give you this ring.” Technoblade swallowed thickly listening carefully to Phil’s words as you smiled adoringly, the pink spreading across your cheeks was adorable. He shakily slid the diamond ring on your finger,

“Wear it with love and joy.”

“As this ring has no end, My love is also forever.”

“Good job man.” He winked teasingly at Technoblade breaking character to complement his friend, “Bride, place the ring on Groom’s finger and repeat after me….I give you this ring.”

“I give you this ring.”

“Wear it with love and joy.”

“As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.”

“As this ring has no end, my love is also forever.” You breathed softly staring into Technoblade’s eyes and right into his soul. No doubts, only love. Phil continued on,

“May the wedding rings you exchanged today to remind you always that you are surrounded by enduring love and so now by the power vested in me by...me, it is my honor and delight to declare you husband and wife. You may seal this declaration with a kiss.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you threw your arms around Technoblade’s shoulders smothering him with a kiss. He let out a breathy laugh against them, before kissing you back just as passionately. Technoblade’s hands rested on your lower back and he held you like you were a perfect porcelain doll. “I am pleased to present the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs… ugh Blade! We’ll go with that.” The man laughed as you pulled away from Technoblade to join in his laughter, you pulled Phil into a hug and motioned for Ranboo to join in, both did so, although Ranboo’s was slightly reluctant.

“Thank you both for everything. My sweet Borealis boys.” You cooed, Phil only laughed and Ranboo’s entire face flushed deeply at the nickname.

“We love you obviously,” Phil hummed “You don’t need to thank us. Right Ranboo?”

“Do I really have to say it?”

“Yes.” Technoblade spoke gruffly, “If you don’t she might cry.”

“Yeah, Ranboo don’t make me cry on my wedding day.”

“Oh, Christ...Fine! I love you too…thank you for giving me a home. Caring for me...all of that. You don’t know how much that means to me.” Ranboo looked up at you and you immediately wrapped him in another tight hug, he let out a little whimper and buried his face in your hair.

“You’ll always be welcome here Ranboo. We’ll always be your home so long as you’ll have us.”

“Shit,” He laughed a little wetly pulling away from you, “I’ll have to write that down.”

“You mean you’ll forget it? Rude.” It was Technoblade who chimed in this time and Ranboo flushed in embarrassment once again. He hunched in on himself before sputtering,

“No, no, no not what I meant! What I mean is like-”

“Ranboo you’re fine mate.” Phil snickered, reaching up to ruffle his hair, “loosen up a little.”

“(Y/N)!” You turned towards the shouting of your new friends and your face lit up,

“Puffy!” The two girls threw their arms around you in a warm hug, even though you didn’t know Niki yet you’re never one to turn down a hug.

Your final conclusion of the night: Niki was absolutely lovely and she and Puffy were relationship goals.

~~~

Candles were littered around the room as you and Technoblade swayed gently to soft music in your bedroom. The both of you were finally alone, and officially married, the first thing Technoblade wanted to do was have the first dance with you. It surprised you that a dance was that important to him, but you came to the conclusion that he just wanted to hold you as close as possible. “I have a gift for you,” Technoblade spoke up rather suddenly and you frowned,

“We said no gifts.”

“When have I EVER listened to authority Princess?”

“Touche,” You snapped your fingers in his direction and he snickered. He pulled away from you and you flopped down on the bed, you watched him walk over to the closet and pull out a medium-sized velvet box. “Bubs what the hell…” You murdered as he placed it into your arms, “please tell me you didn’t go too crazy.”

“I didn’t. I made it by hand,” Technoblade urged you to open it. You did so pulling off the top, jaw-dropping onto the floor. He knew that reaction was positive and pride swelled in his heart, he knew his girl well. He watched as you lifted the golden tiara out of the box, it was littered with gems that matched his crown, your thumb brushed against them in awe.

“You made this?”

“Just for you Princess. Thought you needed something to fit your name.”

“I’m so in love with you.”

“Good thing you're my wife then,” he felt his stomach swoop happily and by the way you gently caressed the crown, he knew you felt the same about him. “Put it on Princess I wanna see how it looks on you.” Your face turned red as you did as he asked, his eyes grew half-lidded and he kneeled down in front of you, “Stunning.” He kissed the inside of your wrist, his voice turning gruff, “beautiful.” A kiss was placed on your forearm, “gorgeous,” On your shoulder, “My princess. My good girl.” Technoblade pressed a hot kiss to your neck, you leaned back your breath hitching in your throat.

“Techno…” You whined softly, “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most,” He purred, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

~~~

The dogs' rapid barking stirred you from your rest, Technoblade grumbled beside you as you sat up in bed letting the covers fall from your shoulders. The air nipped at your bare skin and you frowned, you couldn’t help but wonder what bothered the dogs so suddenly, “Go back to bed.” Technoblade demanded his hand caressing the small of your back, you leaned back against the warm touch but you couldn’t shake away your worry.

“I’ll be back in two seconds.” You leaned down to kiss the top of his head, he only hummed in response. Big guy knew you could handle yourself just fine, n’ that’s why you loved him. You slipped on a robe and your slippers before making your way to the dogs, stepping inside you heard quite a few of them whining, they just seemed genuinely bothered. “What’s going on huh guys?” You cooed scratching them behind their ears, sensing your comforting presence they seemed to calm down considerably, “What’s got my fearsome guard puppies so spooked.”

“That’d probably be me.”

You jumped halfway in the air, whipping around you came face to face with the hollow white mask that Dream commonly wore.

“Fucking shit Dream what the hell?” You pressed your hand to your heart, your dogs growling lowly all around you. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“My bad.” He smirked in a way that showed he wasn’t at all sorry, “I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get an invitation to the wedding.”

“Would you have even shown up?” You raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer to you, Nightmare was at his hip making your bad vibe senses light up like a wildfire. He hummed thoughtfully rubbing his chin,

“Probably not. But, I decided I’d drop by and give you my congratulations.” He was close enough that you could smell him, he smelled like burning wood and dirt; like a little pissbaby worm.

“Well thank you,” You wrapped the robe tighter around your body like it suddenly dropped ten degrees. “You can go now-” You started before you were pressed up against the wall, his fearsome blade Nightmare at your throat. The dogs began to bark and howl at the man’s heels but they couldn’t do much without a direct command, but you hoped it would be enough to draw Technoblade out of the house.

“Clearly Technoblade cares about you much more than I had originally calculated. It’s kind of pathetic if I’m being honest. Someone like you who's so small, so pathetic, could bring Technoblade, the fearsome blood god himself, down like that. Make him soft. We can’t exactly have that now, can we? We need him...How do I say this...a bit feral, unhinged.”

“You realize you kill me, you can count on him hunting you down and slaughtering you right? I can’t say for sure the ‘favor’ is completely off the table but he’ll half-ass it that’s for sure.” You snarled right back in Dreams face, tempted to spit in it.

“Oh, I’m not going to kill you, babe.” His voice dripped like honey, its sickly sweet tone made your stomach churn. “But we’re going to get really comfortable with one another, for the time being, you’re under my custody.”

“What the fuck does that mean you freak-” He hit you on the back of the head with Nightmare, successfully knocking you out. That caused one of the dogs to absolutely lose it, jumping up and tearing off a piece of Dreams bright green hoodie. He snarled at the dog and jolted when he heard Technoblade call for (Y/N), it was close. He quickly messaged his accomplice and was teleported out of the situation, via his own stasis chamber, appearing back in his home base. He smiled wickedly under his mask, as Enderman noises could be heard behind him. He adjusted the girl in his grip, the next few days were going to be a lot of fun.

: )

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not gonna lie I would love to hear more about the drama and infighting that went on in The Vampire Diaries fandom if you have the time (and also want to use that time to give your experience with the fandom, which from the snippets you've told sounds Not Fun so I get it if you don't want to lol)

oh god, there was like, SO MUCH, i just

i really feel like tvd is one of those fandoms that is so hard to describe without a lot of ‘you’d have to have been there’, but it really felt like this huge and all-consuming beast for about five years until the show finally imploded and the fandom basically turned on it en masse. (you ever see that post going around that’s like ‘if you ever want to know what true regret feels like, ask someone who once called tvd their favorite show’? still a mood, all these years later. basically the entire fandom thought the show should have just bowed out with whatever shreds of dignity it had left at the end of season 6, and became more of a hatedom than a fandom for the last two seasons. when you have an entire fandom cheering news of your show’s cancellation, i think that’s a sign you done fucked up, julie.)

first and most infamous, of course, are the ship wars. which are pretty much inevitable in any teen-centered drama, and i really think the CW fucking thrives on them, but it was particularly egregious in TVD’s case because not only was the base premise of the show a love triangle, but the two main romantic leads were brothers that the show constantly pit against one another--in pursuit of elena’s affections, but also because it kept up this insistence on the ‘good brother/bad brother’ dichotomy which stopped making sense after about season 2 (by which time we have found out that the good brother was never as good as he appeared, and the bad brother has been growing and isn’t nearly as bad as he pretends to be)--and the question of which brother ‘deserved’ elena (and no, what elena wanted very rarely factored into these discussions, especially in the team stefan camp because they turned on her when what she wanted was no longer The Good Brother, but i’ll get to that in a bit) was hotly contested.

i’m not kidding when i say the shipping wars were vicious. i started watching tvd shortly after it began to air, which was late 2009, and kept up with it fairly sporadically over the years. i didn’t come onto tumblr until 2011/2012, and by then, the fandom was already pretty much a garbagefire. there were anti ship and anti character blogs, any time something bad happened for one ship the rival ship would invade the tags to gloat about it (seasons 3 and 4 were especially rough, and i’m not gonna pretend delena fans weren’t just as bad about tag invasion and shit, but as that was my side of the road i saw a lot more of the stelena shippers being assholes, which soured my opinion on the ship a long time before i started rewatching and realized the red flags were there from the start), confessions blogs were popular also toxic as fuck (so much fighting happened in the notes of those posts, good gods), and this was right around when twitter’s popularity was on the rise and the line between Celebrity and Fan was thinning, so the fandom was absolutely atrocious to much of the tvd cast and crew.

(some of them deserved a lot of the later backlash, but in the early years a lot of it was ‘how dare you write the story in a way i dont like, you terrible fucking person’, and gods don’t get me started on the dobsley vs nian Thing)

i think what really encapsulates my feelings on the tvd fandom as a whole, though, is the way they (to this DAY) treated elena gilbert, which can be summed up in one meme that gained a lot of traction around season 3 if i remember right: that gif of pam from true blood, with the text altered to read “i’m so OVER elena and her precious doppelganger vagina!”

i swear at one time i had over half the active tvd fan accounts on tumblr blocked, because i got to a point where i would no longer tolerate elena hate, and she was (and still is, in what remains of the fandom; you’ll see a lot of ‘elena was one of the worst things about the show’ takes from ex-fans, too) one of the most widely despised characters in the entire fandom. because she -checks smudged writing on hand- was a traumatized teenage girl who -reads off a crumpled notecard- couldn’t always perfectly sort out her own feelings and -squints at the ceiling- sometimes made mistakes or bad decisions. (except a lot of the fandom also insisted that she was a mary sue who had no character traits or flaws or faults and it was like....make up your fucking minds???? is she a calculating conniving bitch whose somehow manipulating these centuries old vampires to tie them around her little finger or is she a boring flat character with no depth and no flaws??? jfc)

there was this massive double standard, too--like, stefan and damon could fuck whoever they wanted and that was fine, but elena was constantly raked over the coals for the crime of developing romantic feelings for the two men who had become constants in her life and whom she cared for deeply, and oh my GOD the slut shaming that happened when elena slept with damon was fucking wild. (and also happened in canon lmfao. like the show had one of elena’s best friends basically call her diseased on screen for falling in love with someone other than stefan. it was gross and ridiculous and the friend in question was also being a giant hypocrite at the time since she was happily flirting with someone who was directly responsible for the deaths of like four of elena’s loved ones and her own boyfriend’s mother but that’s beside the point) but like elena was called a slut and a bitch and a whore for ‘cheating’ on stefan (she hadn’t, and she had in fact broken up with him on screen the episode earlier) and ‘immediately’ jumping into bed with damon, even though none of them said fucking boo when stefan had one night stands or damon had fuckbuddies or whatever.

shit, caroline didn’t get any of this treatment when she started falling for tyler while dating matt! which isn’t to say i think she should have, just that i think it’s fucking ridiculous that elena was absolutely demonized by the fandom for daring to have feelings for two guys at once and eventually acting on them--despite the fact that the entire premise of the show was a love triangle. it’s not a love triangle if both sides don’t eventually get explored, and the crew had been pretty explicit about the fact that delena was going to happen at some point--but when it did, a huge chunk of the fandom absolutely threw a fit.

and a lot of these elena haters were alleged stelena stans, and i say alleged because they hated her so much for not wanting stefan’s dick anymore that it was clear they were really stefan stans and only wanted stelena to be endgame because they wanted stefan to ‘win’ at the end of the day, because ‘he’s the good brother’ so he deserved elena more.

it was all very gross and very misogynistic and very sex shaming (apparently delena was a ‘shallow’ and ‘superficial’ relationship because they had sex after two years of unrequited feelings slowly becoming requited and then pining for ages on both sides, and because they had a lot of on screen chemistry that the show capitalized on for years so of course they did a lot of making out and shit but it’s not like stelena didn’t have its fair share of making out and sex scenes, stefan was just too much of a coward to let elena top i’d apologize for that joke but i’m really not sorry because it’s true), and when i say it was egged on by the crew, that’s because they refused to let the love triangle die back in season 4 when it should have.

they insisted on stringing stelena fans along, dropping little bread crumbs to keep them invested, like dreams of a future where they were married and revealing that stefan was also a doppelganger and he and elena were descended from a pair of star-crossed lovers (a plot that ultimately went nowhere, to no one’s great surprise), and then fucking like. julie plec turned around and threw nina under the bus after she chose not to extend her contract and pretended that stelena might have happened again if she hadn’t left the show, which....i mean frankly i wouldn’t put it past her, but it would have been shitty writing. then again, she thought having a vampire pregnancy where a uterus was magically transplanted from a witch into a vampire that could somehow......carry the babies to term.... made sense and was a good way to accomodate candice’s RL pregnancy rather than like literally ANYTHING else, soooooo. but anyway julie saying that around like, end of s6 sparked off a new wave of nina hate and elena hate and ship wars bc they SEers took it as ‘confirmation’ that stelena was REALLY meant to be endgame and it was all just a hot fucking mess

another thing is that, while tvd was in its prime before the anti/purity culture shit started picking up any real steam, there was still this pervasive attitude throughout the fandom that if you liked Damon, you were A Bad Person. liking damon was apparently grounds for insults and harassment, and apparently he was The Worst Person on the Show even though literally nothing he does on screen is any worse than shit we know stefan has done (and frankly every other vampire too, but i mention stefan specifically because he was always held up--in the show but especially in the fandom--as the Good Brother while damon was the Bad One, and if you liked damon more then that had to mean your morals were dodgy and you clearly couldn’t appreciate what a heroic and saintly figure dear stefan was and....oops, i’m sorry, my salt keeps leaking -cough-).

meanwhile klaus quickly became a fandom darling despite not even really having much of a redemption arc (on tvd anyway, he just became more ‘affably evil’ as the show went on and more inclined to work with the main characters rather than try to kill them; i have no idea what went on over on his show, though), and like i can 100% appreciate liking villains and not caring that they do dodgy villainous shit, even just liking them bc they’re hot and wanting them to kiss a main character bc they have insanely good chemistry (yes i ship klaroline, no i won’t apologize for it, they could have been Really Great), it’s just really the double standard that gets me.

and all of this, incidentally, required ignoring some truly gross shit stefan was responsible for wrt his relationship with elena, that frankly it has always bothered me never really got addressed in the show. i get why elena herself would never be able to actually call him on it, but the fact is that he stalked her for months after he first saw her and thought she was katherine (meanwhile it only took damon .5 seconds to realize she was someone else entirely, but that’s another topic entirely), and then he deliberately inserted himself into her life because, in his words, ‘i have to know her’. he never gave a thought to how his presence in her life might affect her (or rather, he did, and tormented himself about it in his internal monologue, but never let this actually dissuade him from disrupting her life), and elena would wind up blaming herself for every tragedy that befell her friends and loved ones as a result of getting mixed up in vampire bullshit even though none of it was her fault--she literally blamed herself for existing but most of the fandom didn’t give a fuck about that lmfao--and stefan did shit like find out that she was adopted and then withhold this information from her until she got pissed about another secret he was keeping (her resemblence to katherine) and drop it on her to try and distract her from her very reasonable anger, and like... i should stop before this becomes a whole rant about how much i hate stefan fucking salvatore, but the point is, he did a lot of really sketchy shit he never answered for and elena never really took him to task for, and the fandom just kept eating up his insistence that he was the Good Brother and therefore he deserved to have elena, and if she didn’t want him anymore it was because she was a heinous bitch who didn’t deserve him.

uh.....i think i got off track there. and there’s probably a lot of shit i missed, like i think i was incandescent with rage for most of seasons 5 and 6 so i missed a lot of the interfandom shit cause i was too busy being increasingly pissed off at the show itself, but if nothing else this should give you an idea of how much of a goddamn cesspit the fandom was while the show as in its prime. there’s a reason both the show and the fandom have such a lousy reputation lmfao.

#the vampire diaries #tvd #tvd fandom salt #anti stefan #anti stelena #salt for ts #asked #Anonymous

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WWR

i mean i only had three weeks to get it done so naturally i’m finishing it three days before the next ep airs, would you expect anything less?

Ok we start off hot with a subtly jealous Nick scene and I love it. Ellie is like stunned that such a thing even exists “a covid crush” because lets be honest, she probably has no eyes for anyone else at this point - even if it’s been a YEAR (well 10ish months) a whole ass YEAR since the jail cell scene and can I just tell you I am mad about that. Why they do us dirty and skip a whole dang year?? Why can’t we quick flash forward every couple of months?? I mean I know it has felt like an entire year has gone by in a week, RIP 2020 no one will miss you, but like I wanted to see it 😩 and I better get at least some kind of explanation for whatever the F has gone down between these two from “well what are we gonna to about that as we stand 5 inches apart” to now. I demand this explanation.

Anyways, back on track here - Nick is jealllllllous BUT different kind of jealous for this man because for once he’s not all dark and broody about it. He’s over here willingly, *willingly* bringing up said jealousy aaaand he’s smiling about it (!!!) because despite them still not being together (where’s the Gibbs’ headslap when you actually need it amiright) he’s not worried about this crush. He knows her feelings and his so it’s like yeah I’m a little jealous but also I’m gooood, I got this one in the bag 😏 (also can I just say I need Ellie to show him he does not in fact ‘have this in the bag’ if he’s gonna act like a little shit and push her away).

This whole thing about babysitting and not wanting to take care of other living beings is very very very interesting considering they both loved taking care of Charlie (Cody, I blame this on pregnancy brain thank you @thekeyboardninja) in the end AND EVEN TALKED ABOUT PARENTING EVENTUALLY. So like, where did we backtrack??? Excuse me who allowed you to do such things. I’m feeling like they likely backtracked (this was s16 after all) because once again, the dust settled after their super close vulnerable moment and they went and hid behind those stupid walls they both have and somehow convinced themselves that being alone was better for them. IT’S A LIE YALL IT’S A LIE. You being together and taking care of each other is exactly what you need and it’ll be perfect and amazing and just DO IT ALREADY 😭

The team moment with Jimmy is so 🥺 and throughout the episode. I’m not going to touch on that stuff much because this is ellick focused but also because I truly do not need to sob again (even if I called Breena dying from covid like months ago and knew exactly what was coming with all of it but you know, I still cry, it’s fine, I’m fine).

Ellie knowing Gibbs uses a weighted blanket and Nick doubting her is just comical to me 😂 mini side note before we get into how they have a thiiiiiing and it’s called always getting dibs on the elevator in tandem for months and McGee HOW CAN YOU NOT TELL. These two are so in sync even if they are still spectacularly failing at talking this out & taking that next step. Also months of Gibbs riding down the elevator with just those two…….the third wheeling must be slowly killing the old dude, give him a break you two.

Tell me why these two have the exact same stance in the bullpen- could you be more obvious?? You rubbing off on each other. And then the walking up to the barbershop scene I caaaan’t. Ellie is SO flirty. Like so flirty. Who is this new Ellie and why do I love her so much. But Nick gives it right back too and her little giggle with shoulder shrug is just perfect. She’s fiiiiinally letting herself *feel* more and let it be out in the open and it’s just so great. I love seeing this character development for her 🥺 walls coming down, being more forward with her flirting and feelings and it’s all I’ve ever needed. Also we’re gonna take a small detour into Nick’s pants I mean the notebook he casually stashes in the front of his jeans like it doesn’t make a person look RIGHT. THERE. Don’t ask me why it’s hot, I don’t know the answers to the universe, it just is. We knoooooow Ellie is loving it’s location there, she wouldn’t mind flirtatiously taking it out at the next stop to “check” where they needed to go. You know, just helping a partner out- don’t worry Nick she’s got it handled 😏😏🔥🔥 Ok back from our detour, when Nick asks if she’s got him and she answers so quickly and almost with the undercurrent of “of course I do how is that even a question I’ll protect you until the day I die” (yes this is what she says), I love.

Ok since when does Nick like puzzles and how does Ellie know this??? He was most certainly NOT a puzzle kind of guy when he first joined the team so are you telling me that maybe Ellie and her nerdiness (come on there’s no way she doesn’t love puzzles) got Nick into puzzles??? Also also also does everyone remember that time in covid lockdown where literally everyone and their mother did five thousand puzzles because we couldn’t leave our houses? Soooooo is this a nod to Ellie & Nick spending some time together doing puzzles (at presumably Ellie’s apartment because she’d be the one to have said puzzles) and turns out Nick loves them even more than she did???? Is this what you’re making me read in between the lines NCIS? Because I am most certainly ok with this.

Ooooooooh-kay this 8pm thing for Nick. SO many possibilities. It’s been confirmed it wasn’t Ellie (which I won’t lie was my immediate wish) via Steven Binder on twitter (which I also won’t lie, my angst heart loves it’s something else). My take is it’s something (not another girl though) personal- I would *love* if it was therapy or some type of personal development thing. I think he realizes over the past year he has involuntarily retreated emotionally from Ellie even if outwardly it doesn’t show (no personal space and continued flirting). I think he *knows* he’s doing it emotionally and yet can’t figure out how to stop himself from doing it- like on the outside of his body watching him make a dumb mistake but unable to change a damn thing. SO I feel like whatever this 8pm thing is will play into that. It’ll somehow be related to Nick diving deeper into himself and trying to get more in touch with the parts of himself he loves to ignore/hide/push down. That could be therapy, a self-help class, getting in touch with family (but I don’t think he would feel the need to get secretive about this. i mean he already brought up Lucia to this dude, why would he all of a sudden be ashamed of a dinner/meeting with his mom or dad or something? i just don’t buy that). But anyways back to the point- it’s something Nick feels the need to hide in shame because that’s how he’s been conditioned as an undercover agent who feels the need to be tough and strong for everyone and being vulnerable is WAY too scary (helloooooo enneagram 8 nice to meet you I’m also an enneagram 8 Nick isn’t it fun).

I don’t know why them talking so casually on the phone, while Nick is getting ready for the day no less is so damn pleasing to me. The simple domesticity of it all because it’s totally something one would do with their spouse is just 🥰🥰 And then their little freaking smiles can THEY NOT. Ellie you like glazed donuts?? Is this some kind of hint? Innuendo? Just a glaringly obvious chance to flirt and you don’t give a rat’s ass you’re in the middle of the bullpen with Gibbs’ listening to your conversation so you’ll take that chance anyways because you’re head over heels for this guy? Either way Nick’s little smirk oof. I think he takes it as all three of those things and he’s *perfectly* ok with it. UNTIL until, there’s always an until with you Nicholas god damn. Ellie nervously asking about NIck’s apartment 🥺 she may be head over heels but she’s still a little shy and unsure. She thought that jail cell moment would break things through for them and yet she’s- not to quote Taylor swift or anything because why on earth would I do that- right where you left her. WHY NICHOLAS WHY. Since we know Ellie has seen and is very familiar with the inner workings of Nick’s apartment come 16x10, I presume he moved, and it sounds like recently. From the looks of this new place it’s niiiiice. For someone who doesn’t like a lot of things (see s14 when he joins team I don’t remember the exact ep sorry) - he sure managed to settle into that apartment quite nicely. It’s furnished well, it’s homey for DC. And if he’s moved into it since after the jail cell, letting Ellie in is likely a big step in his eyes. But we know this has got to be a weird shift for Ellie. Seemingly so comfortable in each others’ spaces and now she hasn’t even been invited over?? Yeah you smell something fishy girl just like I do. Even if Nick has a cute ass smirk at the end of his little charade to hang up the phone. Wipe that smirk off your face sir you owe us I mean Ellie an explanation and a visit to your apartment. SHE WANTS TO BE YOUR HOUSEGUEST. SHE WANTS TO BE IN YOUR HOUSE. SHE WANTS TO BE IN YOUR PANTS WHILE IN THAT HOUSE. JUST LET HER ALREADY. Ok I’m done, moving on.

Ok the guys opening the doors dramatically to let the one (1) woman on the team make a super badASS entrance is just 🔥🔥🔥 yes love it.

Excuse me why does Ellie feel the need to completely turn her body from the rest of the team/bullpen to be 100% faced on Nick. Body language don’t lie bitch I see you. And Nick stealing a glance at Ellie before having to answer McGee’s question about roommates…..interesting, very interesting sir. You thinking about how she’s going to react to some rando being in your apartment AND staying the night before she has?? You thinking about making her a permanent roommate?? But of course he turns to quick humor for a hot sec because this is Nick and then shockingly, like actually shockingly (is this that personal development, soul-searching, deep dive into emotional wonderland rubbing off on him??? Is it working is this foreshadowing???) he goes and gets deep on ‘em. And McGee calls him on it and I love it, I really think this is some foreshadowing here. I think we’re seeing some of the work Nick is doing on himself, getting himself ready for as serious as a relationship as he knows it’ll be with Ellie, paying off. He’s thinking about ~*emotional*~ consequences to actions and OOF yes. The growth, I live for the fucking growth. “It’s not easy to get through the tough transitions on your own” you say as you literally tried to do that for actual YEARS until you met this team. Until you met Ellie. Until you realized that emotional fallout was a real thing and you my friend are a terrible victim to it. Because guess what- exhibit A is right here about to ask you to dinner and you gonna turn her down. You quite literally tried to get through a tough transition (re: Ellie’s kidnapping & the two bombs) by yourself. That dust settled and you immediately emotionally retreated, not physically- emotionally. You went back to what you always knew, the lone wolf on your own, endure the tough transition. And yes you’ve been doing some work on yourself, but now- now you realize it. You can’t do work on yourself alone. You can’t go through this shit alone. You need your support system- your person. But that thought truly terrifies you. You’ve realized it but are you ready to act on it? Not quite yet. You might be close, but you still can’t bring yourself to be honest with her yet. When Ellie nervously asks Nick if he wants to grab a bite you can feel her start to (it’s probably been there quite a while but she’s tried to ignore the feeling of him emotionally shutting her out and pushing her away but the houseguest thing brought it back full force) really worry about where they stood. She won’t completely admit it to herself because she knows what was said in the jail cell wasn’t a lie or a dramatization for either of them, but that worry that’s been creeping in like a vine is taking hold. Nick saying “there’s something I need to take care of” hmmmmm I feel like this is SO vague. And probably purposely done so by the writers but I just - if it was solely him bringing the dude back to his daughter’s why wouldn’t he just tell Ellie that? What would be the harm in her knowing this? She’s aware you’ve bonded so why would he not just say that? I feel like there was definitely something else he thought he would go do after it. With all the talk of tough transitions and then his obviously pre-made plans to drop this guy off, I just feel like there was some other task he had planned before McGee called him. And him discussing the reset button (I’ll get to this) just kind of solidifies that for me. He’d been doing a LOT of reflection that day and he had something more major planned, I just wish I knew what 😩 Ok back to Ellie’s response, she’s honestly shocked and a little confused at his ominously vague answer. And I’d wager a tiny bit of hurt is in that expression too. All those vines of worry taking hold? Yeah, that’s why. They even just tightened and made her speechless for a second. The emotional withdrawal she feared was being confirmed in front of her very eyes. Because (at least on our screens) the last time Nick turned down a bite to eat with her? Oh yeah, he was dating fucking Elena. (Once again, I don’t think he’s got another girl but y’all this is the parallel Ellie could easily draw seeing as it was only a few months ago, supposedly.) And he even looks almost guilty about turning her down, like he knows it’s probably hurting her (and their relationship) but he can’t help it. He hates that he’s doing it and the words coming from his mouth (good lord it’s like the end of 17x07 with overprotective/you’re like a sister to me all over again) but he can’t stop it. And then my heart breaks for Ellie when she tries to put on a brave, strong face that claims she isn’t bothered by his rejection yet we all knoooooow 😭😭😭 He gives her a small little “night” and she’s just standing there wondering where the hell she went wrong with this, how she read them all wrong.

Ahhhhh the glorious reset button, ya love to see it. When he claims he has the opposite problem you can see his faraway look in his eye. You know *exactly* what, or better yet who, he’s thinking about in that moment. He knows he has to stop avoiding his emotional growth with Ellie. He knows he has to stop hitting the reset button the second things between them get real. And I think he’s known this for a while now but is finally, finally coming to grips with taking real steps forward. Taking steps to embrace the vulnerability he’s terrified of. Finally putting that reset button away 🥺

Ellie knowing Nick has one tie is just another swoon moment. Yes I could get dirty with that (see my tags on previous gifsets for proof) but like, also this is so real of them? They know so damn much about each other it’s insane. She may not have even been in his apartment yet but she knows he owns one tie. Like- come on. Nick you think you’re emotionally distant from this woman but my god it’s the opposite. You two are so intertwined you don’t even realize it as you chuckle and try once again to avoid thinking about that reset button. And then Jimmy goes and reads that letter and I sob. Yes I sobbed. Like I said not getting into this part because my pregnancy hormones can’t handle this (I’m barely rewatching this part with audio ok). But Jimmy’s words voiced over a shot of ellick…take my heart why don’t you. “To hear a laugh, and know that your life would change for ever” like come ON. First, Jimmy you slay me and second, all I can picture is Ellie chuckling with Nick in the bullpen showing him the clicker settings and Nick loving it. Nick your life would be changed forever in that moment I hope you knew. Ellie, pulling her arm around Nick’s for strength, support, I just-. Despite the turmoil she’s been going through, the doubts and the worry that’s crept in- she still feels it. She still feels love for this man and knows her life was changed forever when she met him. No matter how long she tried to deny it, she knows. And that little piece of her that desperately clings to Nick getting his head out of his ass and opening up emotionally to her, that piece decides to break that sliver of personal space and lean on him for support. She needs to touch him- the man who she can’t picture losing like Jimmy lost Breena. She needs to feel him still there, even if he hasn’t completely realized his life changed forever because of her- she has. Gripping his arm for the comfort it gives in knowing he’s still by her side, his hand brushing hers as an involuntary “I’ve got you” (even a reset button pusher like Nick can’t help his reflexes). The gravity of the fragility of life weighing heavily on them both, they hold each other. They’ve got each other. And good god is that poetry we just need them to actually fucking TALK ABOUT IT 😩😭

I don’t know if I even have side notes but I do appreciate NCIS paying homage to the utter grief this pandemic has been. Jimmy being the one to lose a loved one was quite honestly the perfect scenario to me. It shows just how cruel this pandemic has been, ripping even the most optimistic, happy people down to their knees in grief. It’s something that shouldn’t be glossed over and I do hope they continue to have this arc of struggling with grief throughout the season. I think it is so relatable and refreshing to see played out legitimately on the screen. I don’t want happy, go-lucky stale content. I want something real and something tangible. Yes I love my mindless entertainment, but it’s also nice to see *real* drama on a TV drama. At least, that’s my opinion 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’d apologize but isn’t that why you’re reading this to begin with? 😘😘

#ellick #ncis #wwr #18x07 #torres x bishop

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Once Upon A Dream (Hera x Ventus)

Uhhh....okay so this wasn't supposed to post until the 31st but I must have gotten the queue wrong soooooo. Have an early gift.! I dedicate this fic to the very lovely and absolutely gorgeous @sammilimyy! Why do you ask? Because it’s her birthday (I'm early sorry)!!! I was so inspired by your royal/fantasy AU with Hera and Ven that I just had to write a fanfic for it. Now this is basically inspired by a certain movie from a certain company that shall not be named out of fear they will take this down, but if you know the song then you know the movie. I hope you like it Sam (and I hope that I got it on time for your b-day) have a happy and wonderful birthday!

Word Count: 4339

Pairing: Hera (OC)/Ventus (Kingdom Heart)

Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff! I hope you have a good Dentist Sammi, cuz this thing is gonna give you cavities!!!

It was happening again. This dream she found herself in was coming to her with much more frequency now. Always in this dream, Hera would find herself wandering through a forest where the birds graced her ears with beautiful melodies and the way the light filtered through the trees was practically angelic. In this dream, she would always wear a tea-length dress so it would not drag against the soft grass and dirty the pristine fabric. Said dress was adorn in mute yellow skirt and bodice with pale pink trimming and a bow in the back. It flowed with grace as Hera continued barefoot down the unmade path. A path she has taken several times before.

At this point she would reach a clearing where the trees created a canopy of sorts and the brush and wildflowers bloomed and grew with no outside interference. Standing in the middle of this clearing was a figure. It always looked like the spirit of a young boy. Someone who Hera would guess was about her age but taller than her. He had spiky hair and clothes that looked different from that of what she had seen in the nearby villages of the kingdom. As he turned to face her, she could see the phantom of a smile on his face but never his actual features. Soft music would fill the air as they approached each other and they began to dance. The soft whips of his fingers held her waist as they twilered and glided across the grass. They could never speak to each other but they could laugh. And Hera thought his laugh was better than any orchestra in the world.

Despite never speaking to this boy and only sharing these dances, Hera had fallen for this mysterious stranger. It was a dream, but in her heart, it all felt completely real. This boy was out there. At this point, after they had their dance, the music would end and Hera would wake up to the knocks of her Lady in Waiting telling her to start the day; but this time was different. For just a brief moment, when Hera looked up and faced the spirit, she could see him. It was still in a ghost like form but his features were there and she took it all into memory. The bangs across his forehead, the goofy yet loving smile he wore, and most importantly the shadowy blue eyes that looked back at her. He had never appeared tangible to her once during these late night rendezvous but after seeing him in this apparariton form, Hera knew. She was completely in love.

Hera woke with a start in her bed. The sudden movement had scared her Meow Wow Polly and her friend Naminé who was drawing the curtains to let light enter the room.

“Your Grace, you’re awake.” The Lady in Waiting spoke once the initial shock faded. “I knocked on the door to wake you, but you didn’t respond. Then, when I came in, you had the most peaceful smile on your face that I didn’t want to wake you just yet.”

Hera held her heart as Naminé spoke, remembering the dream once more. “Did you have another dream about him?” Naminé sat on the bed next to the princess as Polly let out a small whine and cuddled back into her owner.

“Yes, I did. We danced like we always do. But this time,” Hera paused as her smile became more giddy, “This time I saw him, Naminé.”

Naminé wore a similar smile at this development, “Really! That’s wonderful Princess. What did he look like?” Hera adjusted herself on the bed so Naminé could begin taking her hair out of the braids she wore to bed.

“Well, he still looked like a ghost of sorts but his facial features were there and not just a blank face. He had the most beautiful blue eyes, Naminé.” A love-struck sigh left Hera’s lips, “It was like looking into the night sky itself.”

“You are absolutely smitten with this boy. Do you think he’s real?”

“Why else would he appear to me in this dream? And remember, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him.” Hera got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony. She leaned on the stone railing and gazed out into the horizon; her nightdress flowing in the early morning breeze. A sigh of doubt escaped her, “Naminé?”

Her Lady approached, “Yes Princess?”

“Answer me honestly, please. Do you think that boy is out there? Am I foolish to think that he could exist?”

Naminé’s eyes softened at her friend's sudden realization that this could all just be a dream. She held Hera close and spoke, “I think that in a world where magic exists and mythical creatures are a prominent part of our lives, having recurring dreams about a mysterious boy is calm by comparison.” This made Hera laugh, “I think he’s out there my Princess. If this truly is love that you feel, then you will both find your way to one another.”

After that, the day continued on as normal. Naminé helped Hera get dressed for the morning. Hera went to her lessons with Eraqus, the king. His lessons involved looking after the kingdom when she eventually came to rule. She had Keyblade training with Young Master Riku, Naminé would always remain close by during these lessons as the Lady in Waiting was very smitten with the Keyblade Master. And on this particular day, she ended her training with Master Aqua. The sworn protector of the Princess, Aqua specialized in magic and was well versed in wielding a Keyblade. She would teach Hera about combining magic into her basic attacks. However, Aqua took notice that Hera was not as focused as usual.

“Is there something bothering you Hera?”

“Huh? No Master Aqua, what makes you say that?” Their keyblades dissipated into the air signalling that they were done for the evening.

“It’s just that you haven’t been as focused as you should be during your lessons. And it’s not just with me, the King has noticed you’ve been more aloof with your teachings. Merlin has taken notice as well and so has Riku.” Hera hung her head in shame, should she tell Aqua about the dreams and the young boy? No, surely she would think the Princess crazy for looking into something like dreams. And falling in love with an apparition whom you don’t even know the name of would get her a lecture from the King. Hera couldn’t come up with a response quick enough but Aqua took the silence as something different. “You seem so worn out. Maybe you haven’t been getting enough sleep?”

At that, Hera’s head shot up, “Yes! Yes Master Aqua, that’s exactly it!” The sudden change in demeanor startled the blue haired Master from her train of thought. “I’m just so tired as of late Master Aqua. I think it would be best if I went off to bed now even. I had my dinner sometime before training so I’m not hungry.” Aqua blinked a few times. Hera seemed...excited to go to bed? It was an odd development in her attitude for sure but it seemed to be an improvement to what it was before so Aqua let it slide for now.

“Of course Your Grace, I’ll send for Naminé to meet you in your chambers to assist you for the night. Sweet dreams Princess Hera.” It was hard for the young girl to contain her excitement and Aqua could have sworn she heard a whispered, They will be as Hera passed.

Naminé carefully brushed Hera’s hair in the large bed of the royal chambers. Both girls wore their nightgowns and were discussing the events of the day. Polly sat comfortably in Hera’s lap, listening just as intently as if she were to join the conversation at any moment.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were paying extra attention to Master Riku’s lessons today.” Hera jested with her best friend; a smirk proudly displayed on her face.

“At least one of us was.”

“Hey! Naminé!” The Princess turned to push the blonde girl as they both laughed in the empty, fire lit room. “He likes you, you know.”

“Oh please, I’m just a maid, he wouldn't like me.”

Hera thought about this for a moment as Naminé worked an intricate updo into the Princess's hair for the night. She could tell her friend was discouraged by this separation of class so she tried to lighten the mood, “If he rejects you, I’ll have him beheaded.” Naminé nearly choked on her own saliva and snorted out a laugh. Having accomplished her mission in making her friend laugh, Hera joined as well.

“As kind as that is, please Hera, don’t kill anyone on my behalf.” Naminé was grateful for the joke and Hera enjoyed the lack of formalities with her best friend. The conversation continued in this matter but before Naminé got up for the night, Hera asked her a question.

“You want me to draw you a picture?”

“Yes, please, if it’s not too much to ask?” Naminé, not wanting to refuse her friend or the Princess, took a piece of parchment from the desk, some graphite, and a flat board to give her some stability and joined Hera back on the bed.

“Alright Hera, what is your request?”

“I want you to draw the boy from my dreams.” Big, pleading blue eyes met confused blue ones as Naminé took in what Hera asked.

“I-Your Grace-Hera, you know that I don’t know what he looks like, yes?”

“Oh, I know. That’s why, you’re going to sit next to me and I’m going to watch you draw as I describe him to you.” Hera grabbed the pillow next to her and made room for her friend and tapped the spot. A small smile adorned the Lady’s face as she made herself comfortable and ready for the long night ahead of her.

~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in the outskirts of the Kingdom, some yards away from the borders, a young farm boy sat upon the roof of his home looking at the horizon as the sky changed from warm tones to cool blues and the stars greeted him for the night. He came to look out into the sky when he needed to clear his head. And after having a busy day of training, fram work, and running errands, Ventus was in need of a small break. Not to mention that this moment alone gave him some time to think about the spirit girl he saw in his dreams. At first, Ventus just blew it off. Strange dreams happen all the time, take ‘em with a grain of salt. But then, she kept coming back, the same girl, in the same forest, with the same dress, and the same beautiful smile. God that smile. It was barely noticeable with the form that she took in his dreams but Ven was in love with it nonetheless.

He chuckled to himself. There I go again, Terra would have a fit if he could hear me. Falling in love with a forest spirit just because she danced with you in a recurring dream was ridiculous. Right? Ventus sighed and ran a hand through his hair, groaning when he had to pick more sticks out from when he fell herding the animals earlier. That girl made sleeping more exciting yet also somewhat frightening. Why did he see her all the time? Was she some sort of nymph? Was she even real? Would she love him back? And, why did he feel such disappointment if the answer was no? He didn’t even know this girl, and yet? Ventus put his hand over where his heart would be and gripped that part of his shirt. This girl had his heart and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“Ven? Ventus? Where are you?” Terra stepped out of the house to call for the young boy. It made Ven laugh just a bit. No matter how many times Ventus escaped to this spot, Terra never thought to check there. “Come on Ven, you’ll never get to be a royal guard if you don’t get a good night’s sleep!”

“And you will never be a detective if you don’t think to check in the obvious spots for the suspect.” Terra turned to see that Ventus was in fact, on the roof. They both shared a laugh and Ven made his way down. “If you keep yelling then you’ll wake the Tama Sheep and the Electricorn.” They both made it back inside the house and Ventus sat with a warm tea Terra had made. The young blond sat and stared at the tea with a look that was both focused and unfocused all at once.

“Hey Terra, do you believe in love at first sight?”

The brunette sat across from the boy and pondered the question, “I think it’s possible. I think that if someone really is the one then you’ll just know.”

“Hmm.”

“You thinking about your dreams again?”

“Yeah. It’s always with the same girl. She comes to that forest, doesn’t say a single thing to me, just laughs, and we dance. They’re getting more frequent and-” Ventus paused a small smile creeping onto his face.

“And?” With raised eyebrows, Terra waited for a response.

“And...I saw her face.” Ven couldn’t hide the smile or blush at this point and Terra’s eyes widened, not expecting that to be his response. “It was all ghosty and weird like the rest of her but I could see her eyes and the way they had so much life to them. I saw her and I just fell for her, Terra. Even more than I already am in love with her.”

“Does she look like anyone you know? Maybe it’s someone from the marketplace?”

“No, her clothes look different from that of the marketplace or even from the nearby towns. I could be wrong but they kinda look like a type of nobility.”

“Wow, look at you; dreaming about a Duchess.” It never crossed either of their minds as they drank the tea that the mysterious girl could have been a princess. Terra listened more to Ven’s recounting of dreams as it got a bit later. An hour had passed and the tea was all gone and both boys sat at the table trying to figure out what to do about the spirit girl.

“I think you should go talk to a woman who goes by Fairy Godmother. No one knows her real name but she is really good at figuring out people’s dreams. She lives on the far side of Traverse Town near the kingdom borders.” Ven listened closely. “If anyone can help you out, it’s her.” It was discussed that Ventus would take one of the Yoggy Rams and travel there tomorrow morning.

By early morning light, Ventus did just that. It was a long ride but not too tedious. Around mid-afternoon Ventus arrived at Traverse Town and began asking for this Fairy Godmother. Some people lead him to the back of the town where, in the middle of a water well, there was a house that was similar to that of a doll’s but less childish. Ventus carefully walked over the rocks with his Yoggy Ram to the front door and gave it a pensive knock. He waited no more than a minute when a kind looking older woman answered the door. She smiled at him like she was his grandson and enveloped him into a hug.

“Oh hello young man, it’s good to see you. Please, please, come in. Let your Ram drink from the water around my house. I don’t mind. I just prepared some warm milk if you would like some.” Fairy Godmother brought him into the quaint living room and he lifted the milk to his lips taking a sip. It tasted faintly of vanilla and hazelnut; it made Ventus smile. “So,” Fairy Godmother sat across from him in her own plush chair, “How can I help you dear.”

“My friend told me that you could help me with my dreams?”

She lightly laughed and placed her tea cup down, “Yes, he is correct; dreams tend to be my specialty. Tell me everything my dear.” Ventus did just that. From the smiles, to the laughs, and all the joy he felt in between. When he finished, he sat anxiously for the answer. “Hmm, this sounds like a very special girl.”

“She is Fairy Godmother.”

“But you have never seen her before?”

He hung his head, “No I haven’t Fairy Godmother.”

“And yet you’re in love with her.” There was no malice in this question and she asked knowing exactly what his answer would be.

Ventus sighed, the milk long finished as he searched for his answer, “I-Fairy Godmother, I know it sounds crazy to love someone you have never met but, my heart tells me that she is someone who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I don’t have much to give. I am a stable boy who is training for a guard position and doesn't have much control of his Keyblade yet and I can be kinda naive but I love her. More than anything.”

The Fairy Godmother smiled at his answer; it had exceeded her expectations. “That’s even better than what I had expected you to say.” She stood up and went to a bookshelf and handed him a map. A map of the kingdom more specifically. “You see this area?” She pointed to an unnamed forest that was about halfway to the castle and his ranch. “There is no name on the map but people call it The Somnium Forest. It’s a magical forest where people go when they need help in their lives. They say that it feels like time stops when you enter and no one leaves the forest unsatisfied. The inside of the forest, they say, never looks the same for one person.” She held Ventus’ hands in hers, “Tomorrow young man, I want you to go to the Somnium and walk around for a bit. I’m sure it will help you with your dreams.”

Ventus wasn’t sure how a forest would help, but he was willing to try. He gave the Fairy Godmother one last hug and left with his Yoggy Ram.

Returning to the castle once more. Hera walked around the grounds with more disdain than usual. Why? She didn’t dream about the boy. His picture was carefully placed in her tea-length dress pocket (courtesy of a very late drawing session with Naminé) but having the paper wasn’t the same as seeing him in her dreams. It had only been a day and yet it was enough to put her in an upsetting mood. It was to the point that she didn’t want to hang around the castle anymore. That was how she found her way to the library asking Merlin for his map of the kingdom.

“Any place you want to go, in particular Young Hera?” He asked with his usual chipper tone.

“No, just want to explore, get out for a bit.” Hera held her head in her left hand as her right hand grazed over the different locations of the map, pointer finger out. She could go to the castle town? No, that was far too close to home. She could go to the outskirts and explore the hills that acted as the land border on the west side? No, if she was gone for too long Aqua would have a fit. Her eyes noticed a forest and that peaked her interest. “Merlin, what’s this place?”

He adjusted his glasses, “Ah! You mean The Somnium Forest? It’s a place where dreams come true as they say.” He takes a sip of his tea, “People go in there and not one person leaves upset. Forest is magical.”

“A magical forest?” Hera could use some more magic in her life. And even if it wasn’t, having the comfort of a forest setting could give her some semblance of her dream. “Thank you for your help Merlin, could I trouble you to watch Polly while I’m gone?”

“Oh it would be no trouble at all Princess! I love the little thing after all. Come along Polly, let’s see what potions I can make to help Aerith in the garden.” The Meow Wow and the Wizard walked in tandem as Hera packed the map and made her way to the stables. As much as she wanted to leave with no one’s notice, the brunette unfortunately ran into Aqua.

“Oh Princess Hera, why are you heading to the stables?”

“I just wanted to take my Pegaslick and explore for a bit. I’m not sure when I will be back so can you tell Naminé that she has the rest of the day off? Maybe tell her to have some sweets with Master Riku.”

“Princess, by yourself? Are you sure you don’t want me to join you? I could quickly-”

“No, Master Aqua, I’m fine.” Hera didn’t feel good about brushing her Master and protector off but she needed to go to this forest. It was calling her the same way her dreams did.

She got to the stables and had the royal stable boy Prompto helped ready her Pegaslick. “The reins are all good, Your Grace, enjoy your ride.”

Hera took off after a quick thank you and without a second thought. It was difficult to ride while holding the map but after an hour, Somnium Forest greeted her. She got off the Pegaslick and decided to walk the remainder, her companion close to her side.

Upon entering, the Princess did feel different. There was a strong happiness that washed over her. The fresh smell filled her nose and the grass seemed so soft that she took off her riding boots, hanging them on the saddle and continued barefoot. Eventually, Hera found herself walking deeper into the trees but she couldn’t find it in herself to worry about getting lost. A part of her knew that she wasn’t. In fact, the way the trees and flowers created a path. And the light through the trees. Her dress flowing in the soft breeze and the birds. It all made her stop to pinch herself.

“This has to be a dream.” A whisper that she barely heard left her lips but the muzzle of her Pegaslick acted as a reasurace that this was all real. With a new found fervor, Hera kept going.

On the other hand, Ventus was having the same feeling of déjà vu; only he bounded into the forest with reckless abandon. All these trees, flowers, and rocks he rode past were familiar to him. And as he approached a clearing, he knew this was the moment of truth.

They stared at each other on either side of the clearing. Both shook with excitement but neither moved out of fear of breaking this perfect scene. Ventus had to get off his Yoggy Ram but his eyes never once left hers. Carefully, they approached and once they met in the middle?

“You-are you-?” Hera couldn’t speak. So overwhelmed with joy that he stood before her as a flesh and blood person and not just some apparition. Rather she took out her drawing from the dress pocket and held it up. “It is you.”

Ventus held her face and she leaned into his touch. He wiped a tear that fell from her eye and nodded his head. “The boy from the dreams? Yes, that’s me.” Hera dropped the picture and hugged him. Her arms around his middle and his holding her head into his chest.

“I thought you weren’t real. I thought the universe was playing a horrible trick on me.”

“I promise I’m real. My name is Ventus, and I have wanted this moment ever since that first dream we had.” The dropped drawing was retrieved and put back into her pocket.

“Ventus,” What a beautiful name, “I am Hera. Your voice is so wonderful! I’m so glad to finally hear it!”

“The Princess? I’m so stupid for not recognizing you sooner. I must say Hera,” Ven brushed her hair behind her ears, “The dreams don’t do you justice. I didn’t think there could be a blue more clear than the sky, yet your eyes puts it to shame.” Hera blushed and smiled, wiping some tears from her cheeks. “There is just one thing missing to make our dream a reality.” Hera tilted her head. What more could they want? “There may not be music but, may I have this dance?”

He was right, no music played in this forest, but Hera happily accepted his hand as they moved across the grass. The laughter sounded even better than any of the nights they shared.

Off behind the trees, Aqua watched with the purest expression. Against her better judgement, she followed the young Princess to see if she was alright. Once she saw Hera with this young boy she knew everything was fine.

“So, you followed her I’m assuming?” Aqua looked and saw Terra approach as he went to the spot next to her.

“Yes, and I take it that he is yours?”

“Yeah, less ‘mine’. I’m more of his friend slash guardian.” They watched the kids dance and laugh and converse in the clearing. Terra broke their silence again, “Ventus, he’s training to be a royal guard.”

“Is he now?” Aqua smiled as she knew where this conversation was headed.

“Yes, I’m just a stable boy like him but I did undergo some training as well. I teach him everything and he is a very fast learner. I don’t want to overstep my boundaries but, perhaps the Princess could use another personal guard?”

Aqua laughed and didn't take her eyes off of the lovely couple as, "Yes, I'm sure Her Majesty would love that."

#I hope I did your baby justice Sammi #I feel like the ending was kinda a let down but I hope you like it Sam!#I took what you said about Ven being inspired by Link and kinda added to that.#The only Link I know is from Twilight Princess so that is my inspiration. :)#but this was so much fun to write #as you can tell #I love fantasy/royal aus #and I am Hera's aunt so I thought this was fitting #Plus i wanted to do something nice for your birthday since you drew something for me #I'm just glad I wrote it on time #Hera x Ventus #kingdom hearts #ocs #original character #not my oc #my writing #OUaD #enjoy

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cassthecringe · 3 years

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Apart from Jotaro and Kakyoin (unfortunately) what are your other favourite jojo ships? I’d love to know

OHHHH POST YOUVE OPENED A CAN OF FUCKING WORMS LET ME GO OFF

i have a disease that makes me invested in the joestars’ happiness to an absurd level so bc of that a lot of ships i enjoy involve,,,one joestar,,,but there r others i swear let me just start rantingi

jonaeriwagon is soooooo so so cute it involves the most wholesome and purehearted jojo characters and it makes me smile so wide. erina and jonathan r childhood sweethearts and erina helped jonathan back on his feet after he lost EVERYTHING in the first fight against dio at the mansion. jonathan and speedwagon are best FRIENDS OKAY!! SPEEDWAGON LITERALLY CHANGES HIS ENTIRE WALK OF LIFE BECAUSE OF JONATHAN AND THE KINDNESS HE SHOWED HIM. i know erina and speedwagon didn't interact a whole lot in part 1 but like they're BEST. FRIENDS. in part 2, so much so joseph thought something was going on between them. i bring this up bc then it’s proof that this ship is full of ppl who just care for each other so much. they just adore each other and love each other and I'm crying

caejoseq is my FAVVV OKAY they're so stupid and in love. i love love love love imagining caesar and suziq falling in love slowly when he’s first training as lisalisa’s student and like they never do anything about it cause they're both so shy (yes caesar is shy bc these feelings r more genuine romance rather than sexual, unlike his other flings) but it’s obvious enough they both understand to a degree the other knows they like them sjkd;dn cuties. but then JOSEPH BARGES IN with his stupid hamon-breathing mask and his stupid blue-green eyes and his stupid lax personality combined with the moments he takes thing seriously during which is works hard as fuck/smart as fuck. he just completely sweeps them off their feet they had no fuckin warning whatsoever. so after a bunch of messy and intense pining from the both of them they eventually sit down and are like okay. we should do smth about feelings actually. so they Do and it ends with the polycule and I'm (”: smiling so wide they loved each other do u understand

AVPOL!! DO NOT GET ME STARTED OKAY it’s the survivor’s guilt and cherishing and longing for me sis!!!!!! I'm just saying both have pasts (araki said avdol’s backstory was so sad he didn't wanna put it into sdc so that’s where I'm drawing this from) that leave them focused on things other than their direct happiness/their own futures but then they connect and even though they're so fucking different they are SOOO different they're still the same on this level and i think!!! that would be everything for them finally someone who understands...listen I'm ging to go insane do you hear me. avdol loves this stupid fucking Frenchman so much because said stupid fucking Frenchman just cares so much about everything. meanwhile polnareff is in love with this fuckin god of a man who’s patient and kind and funny and a skilled enough fighter it’s stated explicitly in canon “oh avdol’s the one we need to worry about most not jotaro” like fuck polnareff is ENAMOURED WITH HIM!! AND I DONT FUCKING BLAME HIM!! and just dude. when pol thinks avdol came back to life and he starts crying tears of joy and hugs him so tightly and avdol just laughs but hugs him back imfmfjfj help. help. help. help. help. POLNAREFF LITERALLY ASKS HIM OUT ON A DATE THIS IS FUCKIN!!! CANON!!! i cant do this stupid fuckign idiots i love them

JOSUYASU!!!!!! TWO GUYS BEIGN DUDES WHAT MORE COULD YOU WANT??? like listen we have such a SLEW of wholesome moments between these two the opening to the tonio episode is literally just them going on a date OKUYASU WAS GONNA FEED JOSUKE AND JOSUKE DIDNT EVEN FUCKING QUESTION IT OKAY THAT’S KINDA GAY THAT HAS ROMANTIC FUCKING UNDERTONES!! and them fighting against shigechi idk man i just love their dynamic it’s such a pleasant bro relationship and i love them. but even beyond the wholesome moments when okuyasu fucking dies josuke loses his SHIT!!! DO YOU HEAR ME HE GOES FUCKIGN INSANE!!!!! HE’S SCREAMING AND CRYING AND BEGGING OKUYASU TO WAKE UP AT THE EXPENSE OF HIS LIFE FUCKIGN HAYATO HAD TO SHRIEK AT HIM TO MOVE HIS ASS OUT OF THE WAY OF KIRA’S BOMB LIKE!! listen the recklessness and furiousness of josuke’s tactics after okuyasu “”died”” haunts me. he didn't want to live in a world without him and meanwhile okuyaus LITERALLY TRIUMPHS OVER DEATH BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO LEAVE JOSUKE’S SIDE HELP ME GIRL FJKF;NDJN FUCK. fuck. so yeah i lvoe them

fugionara... any combination of this ship makes me go nuts okay okay. the dynamics in the bucci gang will forever leave me in tatters but THE ONES BETWEEN THESE THREE IN PARTICULAR. FUCK ME UP. it’s the healing it’s the animosity it’s the regret it’s the trying to figure out your own mentally ill self while also the world ur in with these ppl u love so much and I'm going crazy okay okay okay. idk how to quite put my feelings for them in worlds i just have a lot of them and they are fuckin. overhwelming. just narancia for example meant EVERYTHING to fugo as evidence by purple haze feedback (literally every other paragraph is a flashback) and the only time giorno cries in the anime is when narancia dies. meanwhile fugo saved narancia’s life and giorno knew when to take narancia seriously as opposed to a joke. and then THE WHOLE DISCUSSION ABOUT GRIEF FUGO AND GIORNO HAVE IN PURPLE HAZE FEEDBACK? listen something about these three make me go insane and feral

foolymes like okay. okay. I'm shaking like a dog trying not to go overboard on this justification just listen to me. hermes and jolyne first find someone to trust in prison in each other. jolyne cares abt her enough that she first learns how to use stone free’s string-on-a-telephone ability bc she wanted to watch over hermes. hermes loves nd respects jolyne that after she wakes up from getting a stand shes like “hm. wonder where jolyne is” and goes to find her before all that bullshit happened just hey okay LISTEN TO ME!! and then they get foo they save her it’s just like fucking kakyoin they give her another chance and they show her what relationships are supposed to be like (fulfilling) they enjoy her company and make her laugh and she makes them laugh in return ohmy god EVERYTHING FOO FIGHTERS DID WAS FOR JOLYNE AND HERMES DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!! the marilyn mansion debt collector arc. the kiss of love and revenge arc. foo fighter’s death. I'm going to eat rocks in an attempt to stop feeling oh my god JOLYNE DIDNT EVEN BELEIVE FOO FIGHTERS WAS DYING AND THEN SHE GOT HYSTERICAL LIKE “BUT WE CAN JUST REMAKE YOU RIGHT WE HAVE YOUR STAND DISC??” SHE DOESNT WANT HER TO GOOO HELP ME HELP ME. I'm in tatters these three girls loved each other so fucking much they just wanted each other safe and they DESERVED to be safe and happy together but araki is fucking evil

jotaweather I KNOW THIS IS A CRACK SHIP I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW DONT FUCKIGN LOOK AT ME JUST HEAR ME OUT. jotaro and weather r both of similar demeanor that is quiet soft-speaking intimidating strong big aura of sadness coming from them. both have powerful stands and both had real fucked up luck in the love department. i also hc both to be autistic so that’d be another similarity. i jus think them settling down together after everything went down in a stone ocean au would be very soft and sweet yknow? they wouldn't even necessarily start it off in a romantic sense but they just take the time to try and heal with each other and eventually it just kinda veers that way. yeah

gyjo for OBVIOUS reasons like are you serious? gyro changed johnny’s fucking lfie from the SECOND they first interact johnny begins to push himself and tries to reach further/go further. and in turn johnny shows gyro you cant always be a wet blanket you need to take a stand this both helps his resolve to save the kid AND helps him to take the measures necessary to get to his goal. like gyro would not have been able to find johnny in the “who shot johnny joestar?” arc if he hadn't gone through, say, the ring roadagain arc with johnny first. listen man their relationship is literally the catalyst for this whole part it’s the driving force i just. they love each other they love each other thank you goodnight I'm emo

yasugap is just so so so so sweet it makes me so happy,,like okay josuk8 literally has a daydream where all that happens is he gives yasuho some candy and she eats it and is like “aw josuke this is so good thanks!” and she smiles at him and that’s IT THAT’S THE DAYDREAM 😭 listen they just love each other so much and i am emo. they literally SAVED EACH OTHER OKAY LIKE yasuho pulls him from the dirt and like she mentioned during the flashback chapter with the hairpin and her dad, it was also the other way around....saving josuke also saved herself and just LISTEN TO ME. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. it’s a very sweet and healthy relationship and i hope to god araki makes it canon please sir ill bite you

anyway yeah these are the main main ones ? that i ship ship. like you'll get me excited if u mention them. anyway this post has gone on long enough so I'm gonna end it here by saying i really do have a thing where the relationship focuses on healing/helping one or both parties to save/improve themselves

#THIS IS SO MESSY IM SORRY I DIDNT PROOFREAD ANYTHING #uhm but yeah these guys. drive me nuts!#jjba #jojo spoilers #nothing too heavy but just in case #cass cries #iwannagrill

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zoethespiritwolf · 4 years

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Hi! Can u do a luka x reader, that is angsty at the beginning but has a sweet ending 👉👈

Of course! I actually wanted to write one in the future, so this gives me the perfect opportunity to write this.

Anyway, I hope you like it!

Hanahaki Disease - a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. There is no set time for how long this disease lasts but it may last from 2 weeks to 3 months until the victim dies unless the feelings are returned or the plants are surgically removed (source).

Primrose - I can’t live without you (source)

~Primroses~Luka Couffaine x reader

Some people say that having your love unrequired is the worst thing that can happen to someone. And to me, it is but at the same time - isn’t.

Of course, people eventually move on from their old loves and find new ones. But still, some take their unrequited love to the grave.

And it seems the latter will soon be my case.

It already hurt mentally to see the man I love, Luka, my best friend, love another. But now it was more painful as vines filled my lung by the day and I was spewing out primroses.

I can’t live without you. A sad smile and a chuckle escaped my lips at the thought of the meaning of the flower. How ironic it is to my fate.

I had contracted Hanahaki disease almost a month ago. It wasn’t exactly a problem in the beginning.

I was walking with my friends through the park. All of us were happy and enjoyed the chilly spring air. I, of course, was walking beside my best friend and crush, Luka Couffaine. While I was trying to keep myself composed around him, he was happily chatting with another close friend of mine - Marinette.

I loved her like a sister and I would do anything to ensure her happiness. The same would go for Luka. Even if it meant letting him go.

“Soooooo...“ Alya asked with a sly smirk on her face. “When are you two getting together?“

I looked up at my friend's question and turned to the couple. Both of them were bright red and I could already feel my heart start to crack.

“Wh-what!?! We’re just friends!“ Marinette managed to squeak out and turned a few shades redder.

“Yeah, there is nothing between us.“ Luka replied with what it sounded like to me, in a dejected tone. “What even gave you that idea?“

“Well you’re always with each other, even when none of us are around-“

Since when did they start to hang out with each other? I felt my eyebrows furrow. And alone for that matter?

“-Luka gave you a jacket that one time when she didn’t bring hers, which was super romantic!“ Alya gushed

But I thought it was platonically, not-not like that-

“And,“ Nino then intervened, “it looked like you had a crush on him.“

I felt something in my stomach drop.

Did I really miss the signs? Are they- are they crushing on each other? And I just didn’t notice?

It became harder to breathe and it felt like something was in my throat. I felt that lump growing until I needed to cough it out. As I did, my friends turned to me with slightly shocked expressions.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)?“ Luka asked as he started to reach out to me.

No! No, I’m not-

“Yeah just-“ I was then interrupted by another coughing spree, but eventually it calmed down. “Maybe I dressed too little and just froze myself. I should probably head home.“

“Yeah,“ Marinette said sadly, “Maybe it would be the best option.“

So you can be with him longer- wait, what the hell!?! Why am I thinking that? Thir my closest friends!

I nodded my head in agreement but felt a lump in my throat again and started coughing. I started to walk away, followed by the goodbyes of my friends and their wishes for me to get better.

Only when I got home and took away the palm of my hand from my mouth did I see that I was holding a primrose. A light pink primrose.

Obviously, I knew that something was wrong so immediately after getting to my room and turning on my computer did I start searching about people coughing up flowers. All the answers were the same, no matter how I tried to alter the wording of what I meant.

Hanahaki disease.

As I started to research it my stomach dropped by the moment and by each answer I got about that disease.

Caused by unrequited love.

Vines fill your lungs and you vomit or spit out flowers.

It can kill you.

Can be cured by the same your crush returning your feelings or removed through surgery.

After the surgery, you can never feel love anymore for that person.

The world stopped at that moment. The bring screen lit my face as tears streamed down my face. I stared blankly at the last sentence.

At that moment, I knew it was a death sentence for me. I couldn’t confess to Luka, because he already loves Marinette. I couldn’t get the surgery, because I would lose the love I had for him and it could potentially destroy my friendship with him.

There was nothing left for me to do.

I am going to die.

I’ve been living with that thought ever since I found out. At first, I was in denial. There was no way I had that disease. No way was I going to die because of unrequited love.

But the passing days and the feeling of vines growing in my lungs, not to mention the primroses I was secretly coughing up, proved me wrong.

Then I felt anger. Anger towards Luka for doing this to me. Then it was towards Marinette because she took him away from me. And lastly, it went towards me. I wasn’t strong enough.

Why did I have to fall for him?

In the past week, I started to feel depressed. Depressed because I had accepted my fate. I was going to die.

I felt the vines growing thicker in my lungs and it became harder to breathe. Eventually, I started violently coughing and felt a handful of flowers spewing out of my mouth. Most of them by now were covered in blood. My blood.

My vision started to become darker. But I couldn’t stop coughing to take a breath. I only saw a dark figure rushing towards me from the doorway of my bedroom before I lost consciousness completely.

It felt like an eternity until I was able to open my eyes again and lightly breathe. I was greeted by a white concrete ceiling. A steady beeping noise was heard and when I turned to where it was coming from I saw a cardiac monitor.

So, I’m in a hospital. This is it. These are my last moments in life.

I was barely able to hear fast and hard footsteps nearing the hospital room I was staying in before the door was swung open. I turned to see, who it was.

“Oh God, (Y/n).“ Luka breathed out in relief yet still looked saddened as he came quickly to my hospital bed and dropped to his knees and taking my hand in both of his. “Why didn’t you tell me? To all of us?“

I could only blankly gaze at him with half-lidded eyes as it became harder for me to breathe.

“Because I knew what you would do if you found out about my condition.“ I managed to tiredly breathe out with much difficulty. “You would want me to get surgery.“

“Of course I would.“ the boy’s eyes turned desperate and he clutched my hand tighter. “The doctor said there was still time for it. They can still remove the vines from your lungs-“

“I don’t want the surgery.“ I interjected and tried to look at him with the sternest expression I could muster in my exhausted state.

Luka only shook his head and his expression turned angrier by the minute.

“Then we need to find your crush.“ I already started to miss his warm hands as they slipped from mine as he stood up. “Then-“

“It’s no use.“ I replied.

He swiftly turned to look at me and his expression soured.

“What do you mean you can’t?“ he demanded.

“Why does it matter to you?“

“Because you’re my best friend.“

“And? That doesn’t change anything! I would still die-“

“Just tell me who it is-!“ his voice was just on the brink of yelling.

“Who do you care so much if I was to die-?“ my voice was also on the brink to yelling, at least, as close to yelling as I could get with my lungs filled.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, DAMN IT!!!“ silence filled the room after those words that were yelled. Too shocked at the moment, I hadn’t even noticed I could breathe more properly.

“You....you love me?“ I carefully asked with wide eyes.

“Of course I do.“ he breathed out in anger but his eyes were soft as he gazed at me. “Ever since we met.“

Luka then sighed shakily before he turned away from me and ran a hand through his blue locks. “I know you don’t like me that way but I just-“

“I love you too, Luka.“

“You-what?“ he turned around eyes wide and mouth agape. “You....you love me too?“

I nodded vigorously as a large grin started to stretch across my face and loughs of relief escaped me as I felt my lungs becoming much emptier by the second. Soon Luka joined in on my actions and came back to my bedside to hug me tightly. I could only hug back as immense joy overcame me.

I was going to live.

And Luka is going to be by my side.

For every step of the way.

Both of us stayed like that, in each other's arms and feeling content. And in both of our hands ware primrose blossoms. Beautiful, pink primroses.

#luka couffaine #luka couffaine x reader #x reader #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot

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theunboundmeg · 5 years

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Nefarious (Chapter Three)

Summary: The morning after Tina’s party has brought on quite a few questions...and rumors as well. Y/N wakes up and finds a sleeping Billy Hargrove on her bedroom floor. Meanwhile, Steve and Nancy seem to be having their own issues and Y/N eventually has to run interference. Drama comes to a head when Y/N runs into Carol and Co on her way to Billy’s house to return something of his. And what’s in the trashcan?

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: 3,807 Words

Rating: 18+ (For the Future)

Warnings: Cussing, compromising situations, etc.

Other: Please note, this story takes place at the beginning of Season Two and actually follows to the storyline. I thought it would be interesting to write from a different perspective of the main story and see what happened to one of our favorite characters while the others were off fighting the demodogs! Enjoy this and if you guys like this chapter, I’ll probably write more! <3 Also note that there is no planned amount of chapters for this yet. I will write this story until it just naturally folds up. So…look forward to MANY more to come!

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Chapter Three: King Me (Y/N POV)

The alarm sounding off on the bedside table began making its’ lovely racket around seven thirty am. For some ungodly reason, I’d left it set. Groaning, I reached out to slam my hand on top of the small device, eventually and ultimately silencing it. I felt...gross. My hair was sticking up randomly and I still had my Halloween costume on from the night before. Fuck. Not to mention a hangover that could end lives. Slowly, I sat up, blankets falling from my body, allowing me to stretch. No, no, no. This wasn’t how I’d wanted to wake up. Not like this. And then? It got worse.

Coming from the foot of the bed were the sounds of soft snores. I froze, mid-stretch, as I realized I wasn’t the only one in my room. What the hell? Slowly, carefully, I crept my way to the edge of the bed, peeking over and nearly losing my shit. Billy Hargove had made himself a pallet in my bedroom floor, using his jean jacket as a pillow and one of my spare blankets as his comforter. I considered him, even thought about rousing him to send him on his way. And then I realized...I didn’t really care. For some reason, a sleeping Billy didn’t really intimidate me, nor did he annoy me like this. It was almost as if I were looking at a cute, baby animal that was only adorable when it was asleep. When he was awake though? Dear fucking good. I sat like that for a good, solid minute...and eventually got up. It was shower time. Time to get the lingering smell of beer and sweat off of my body. And was that cologne? I shook my head and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind me.

“Jeeeez...” I groaned, taking one look at myself in the bathroom mirror and swiftly starting to undress.

The shower didn’t last long, but it was one of those showers that made you feel like a hundred bucks after you finished. My hair hung in wet ringlets down my back and a nice, soft towel was wrapped around my body. I took my time in the bathroom after the shower, choosing to lounge on the counter and contemplate the evening before. I was surprised I hadn’t heard from Nancy or Steve. Hopefully they’d managed to make amends. As for Jonathan? Last I recalled, he’d been talking to some girl from Kiss, then had disappeared. My memory was fuzzy, and all I could do was try to distract myself from thinking about what could have possibly happened between me and Billy. I reached up and wiped my face one last time, then stepped out of the bathroom and headed back to my room.

I walked in, and immediately was face to face with a shirtless Billy, standing upright and tossing the blanket he’d been using on my bed.

“JESUS!” I screamed, realizing he was shirtless and I was completely...clothes-less. Well, save for the towel, of course.

My hands clenched tightly to the towel, as if I was worried the thing would fall right from my body and expose me completely to him. He didn’t seem to mind the sight, though. He took a long minute to drink in every part of my body that he could, eyes hungrily roaming over my form.

“And you didn’t invite me?” he asked, a playful grin starting to form over his lips.

“Don’t start.” I advised him, moving past his body and towards my closet.

I did my best to pretend like he wasn't there...to pretend like I couldn’t feel his eyes on me. But it soon became too much, and I whirled around to glare at him.

“Do you mind?” I asked.

“I really don’t.” he replied, leaning against my bed and staring at me, “Like I said, should have invited me.”

“Either turn around or get out.” I said, pointing towards the door.

“Come on, Y/N. You kissed me last night. You can’t tell me you didn’t think about me in the shower, yeah? Or maybe in your dreams?”

I had turned around by that point, trying to busy myself with picking something out from my closet. It was then I started to become extremely aware of just how close he was to me now. He’d moved over, quietly...carefully. He was close enough that I could smell the lingering scents on him from last night. The booze, the cologne...him. All of it. I stood still, feeling him behind me. I didn’t mind it. In fact...I liked it. And the worst part was? He knew I liked it.

“I thought about you last night...” he breathed, one of his hands moving to reach and rest gently on my side.

“Dreamed about you, even...I dreamed about what it would be like to explore you. All the little sounds you’d make? Sweetheart...I bet you make the most beautiful noises.”

The game was still on. And I’d put my pieces on the chess board last night. And now? Now he knew I was in it to win. And so was he. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back a bit as his fingers danced over my towel.

“Trust me, Y/N. I’ve had my pick of ladies. But you? You’re different. And I can’t stay away from that. I don’t want to.” he breathed, the hot air washing over my bare skin.

I snapped myself out of the trance and turned around to face him, forcing his hand off of me gently. Slowly, carefully, I leaned up towards him, my lips lingering a few inches from his.

“Well then, I guess you better prepare yourself...” I said, looking him over.

And just as I was about to open my mouth to say something else, I heard it. The slamming of the front door downstairs. What the fuck?

“Y/N?! I’M HOME! ARE YOU STILL IN BED?!”

“Oh shit...” I whispered, Billy and I exchanging similar glances of fear.

Mom was home. She was EARLY?! I shoved him towards the window, not even thinking anymore.

“Get out. You have to get out now!” I whispered hurriedly, looking back towards my bedroom door, already sure I could hear the older woman ascending the stairs and making her way towards my room.

Billie grunted unhappily and looked out the window.

“That is a huge jump! Where the fuck am I even going to climb down?”

“Figure it out! Please!” I hissed, looking at him again...worry clear across my features.

“Shit.” he huffed, opening the window and immediately pushing himself out the side.

I watched to make sure he safely made it out and to the ground. He actually...landed quite gracefully. One might even wonder if he’d done this a time or two before. I tried to train my facial features, to keep myself from smiling in amusement at the thought. Then, shaking my head, I turned around and looked towards the bedroom door. Creaking open slowly, the door eventually gave way to my mom, who walked in looking as confused as ever.

“Are you okay? I thought I heard something fall or...shuffling or something?” she asked, looking me over with concern.

“I’m fine! You’re home early! I’m glad to see you! Did you have fun?”

Divert! Divert quickly! I moved over towards her and wrapped my arms around her. She’d always been my best friend, and while I was trying to appear as normal as possible, it was still nice to see her after such a...weird night.

“Who’s jacket is that?” she asked, causing me to break the hug and look to where she was pointing.

On the floor, Billy’s jacket laid...plain as day. I glanced hurriedly towards the window, then back to the floor. I wasted no time in grabbing up the garment and laying it carefully on the bed.

“It’s...uh...Steve’s. I was holding onto for Nancy yesterday when we all went to the movies. I just forgot to give it back to them. But I’ll see them Monday at school and bring it then.”

I smiled and she stared at me carefully. Was she buying it? If she wasn’t, she didn’t plan on letting on. Instead, Mom shrugged and turned around.

“Well, get dressed. I want to spend some time with you today before you run off to enjoy your weekend. Sound good?”

And she was gone. Seconds passed, turning into minutes...and I slowly turned to look back at the jacket on my bed. He’d left it here? Holy shit...I’d never seen him without the thing on. And, almost as if I was being controlled by an outside force, I found myself letting my towel fall to the floor...exposing me completely. I grazed my fingers over the leather jacket, relishing the feel of it. No doubt it had seen many sights...been many places. And now? It was in my possession. I pulled it up and without a second thought, wrapped myself up in it. Fuck. Billy Hargrove was winning the game. And I hated it. But I couldn’t resist. Besides, he just seemed to smell soooooo nice.

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Monday eventually arrived with little to nothing happening. Billy hadn’t even tried to contact me, nor had he come back by my house to get his jacket back. I decided for the time being that I would leave it at home and go to school anyway. If I managed to run into him, I’d just let him know that I had it and that he could either come by and get it back...or I could just walk to his place and return it. I thought I’d heard him mention something about living nearby, anyway.

I slammed my locker shut as the first bell rang, only to nearly jump out of my skin at the sight of Carol standing there.

“Well, well...if it isn’t the little secret keeper herself!” exclaimed the other girl, grinning wickedly. “When were you going to tell me you were nailing Billy Hargrove?”

I wrinkled my nose and reached up to fix the lock on my locker. Then, I shouldered my backpack and started to walk away. Perhaps if I stayed silent, she wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“Oh come on, Y/N!” she cried, skipping after me and eventually linking her arm with mine.

“Everyone saw you leave Tina’s with him the other night, right? Where did you guys go? His place? Your place? You guys exclusive now or something?”

I stopped short and turned to face Carol.

“Carol, I’m not fucking Billy Hargrove. So you can stop stressing out about whether or not you still have a chance with him. Besides, don’t you have Tommy to deal with? Last time I checked you two hooked up at that stupid party too.”

Carol’s mouth fell open and I turned swiftly, leaving her there in her surprise. Fucking bitch. I turned the corner, heading towards Study Hall, only to THEN run smack dab into Nancy and Steve...who didn’t seem to be in much better moods than me.

“Well, if it isn’t my two favorite people in the whole wide world!” I said, trying to sound excited.

Nancy cast a quick smile towards me and Steve piped up.

“As long as you don’t think our friendship is bullshit...”

Both Nancy and I stopped and looked at him, blinking in surprise.

“Where is this coming from?” his girlfriend asked, furrowing her brows and stepping closer towards him.

I held a hand up.

“You know what? I love you guys...but I feel like there’s some stuff going on between the two of you that maybe I shouldn’t get involved in. Call me later, yeah?” I asked, looking between the two of them.

The good thing about being friends with both of them, was that I could talk to them both as much as I wanted...and as unguarded as I wanted as well. It was nice, honestly. But with all of this going on? Nowhere felt safe. It was either me being assaulted with questions about Billy and what had happened after we’d left the party together, or Nancy and Steve arguing. There was literally no escaping it. No...fuck it. I was actually going to do it. I was going to skip school today. Without a second thought, I turned heel and marched my way towards the double doors that led outside. Not today Satan. Not today.

And without looking back, I began walking off down the sidewalk towards my house. Luckily, Hawkins was a small town...and I could get away with such an act.

It didn’t take me long to trudge my way back to the house.The air today felt different. Something was off. Perhaps it was the cool weather FINALLY starting to set in for fall. Or maybe it was the way I felt every eye was on me. Something I did know? I knew I didn’t like it. I felt myself hurrying along until I nearly slammed into my front door, pushing it open and whirling around to shut it.

“Fuck...” I whispered, panting softly. I didn’t realize just how fast I had actually been moving...running.

I let the overwhelming sensation wash over me and eventually pass, allowing me to finally take the deep breath I’d been longing for for over an hour. What was going on? I glanced over towards the phone, knowing fully well there wasn’t really anyone I could call. No, I’d have to wait until the end of the day...maybe go see Nancy and tell her everything...if she didn’t hear it all first from Carol and Co.

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Time passed slowly. I’d spent over an hour lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Another was spent cleaning up around my room...and then another was nearly spent staring at the jacket resting on the back of the chair against my vanity. I considered it carefully, contemplated on whether or not I wanted to take it back to its’ owner. Eventually, I relented...and got up. Grabbing up the jacket, I threw it over my shoulder and headed out. I’d walk to his place. Luckily, he lived close enough that it would probably only take about an hour or less to walk there.

I blew out a sigh, the sight of my breath rising in the air made me smile. Something about the cooler seasons always just felt more comforting than summer. Not to mention, you could always find a way to be comfortable in winter. During summer? Well...there was only so much someone could take off. I turned down the street and was just about to continue when I heard the squealing of tires. Turning again, I caught sight of a familiar vehicle. Carol and Co. Shit.

“Y/N!” Tina called, waving dramatically from the passenger window.

They pulled up next to me, a mischievous, all-knowing grin planted on each of their lips. It was almost like they were clones, the way they were staring at me. It frightened me.

“Why are you walking? You could have asked me for a ride home! Where were you third period?”

I opened my mouth to reply, only to be interrupted again by Carol. This time, she’d seen it. She’d finally seen the familiar jacket thrown over my shoulder...and that grin only grew.

“You do realize he took Christy home today, right? She was standing with him in the parking lot at school. Might want to wait a couple of hours before you head over to his place, if that’s where you’re going...anyway.”

For some reason, I felt disgusted. Anger and sickness rose and boiled within my stomach, causing me to feel gross. The thought of him having only been in my room, saying the things he’d said a couple of days before...and now taking Christy home? Well, it shouldn’t have bothered me. Not really.

“Heard from Tommy that he mentioned something about plenty of bitches in the sea this afternoon during basketball. Should probably not mess with him, if you’re looking for something long term.”

Carol said it in that tone of voice. You know the one...the one where they pretend to care about your well being, but they really don’t. Not really at all. I shook my head and waved.

“Thanks Carol, but I’m just returning it to him. Let me know if you want to go shopping or something later, yeah?”

Don’t act interested...and you won’t be interested. Right? She and Tina waved and drove off, cranking “Like a Virgin” as loudly as they could. Jesus. I glanced around briefly, as though I was worried someone else might pop out and find me here...or assume I was going exactly where I was going. Why was this so nerve wracking for me? I eventually stopped at a mailbox and read the numbers on it. Why bother when his car was clearly in the driveway? I took a step towards the door, then found myself pausing. What if Christy actually was in there with him? What if they were in the middle of something? My fingers clenched, gripping the leather jacket tightly. No, I had to return it.

Gaining my confidence...or pride...I marched up towards the door and rapped a couple of times, waiting for a response. A shuffling of footsteps and what sounded like something being put down sounded off before the door was open. And there he was, the devil himself, standing shirtless and looking down at me. The expression on his face went from annoyed, to surprised, to suddenly...something I’d not been expecting. Was it fear?

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder, then back to him.

“Here to bring you this back. Found it on my floor after you decided to fly out the window.” I said, managing a small smile, “Sorry if I bothered you, or interrupted something.”

“No, no...I just didn’t see you today. I didn’t expect you to be coming by.”

I opened my mouth to say something, when the sound of Christy’s voice sounded off from somewhere behind him and inside the house.

“Billy! We going to finish this shit or what?!” she called, clearly having no idea what was going on at the front door.

I glanced past him, then back to him and just shook my head.

“You’re clearly busy so...I’ll see you at school.”

The disappointment on my face was probably obvious. The anger? Well, that was probably even more obvious. I turned heel and began storming off. I heard Billy start to call out for me to wait, even close the door and run over to me.

“Y/N, we were just-”

“NO!” I snapped suddenly, turning back and pointing at him, “Don’t. You’ve made it very clear what type of person you are, and I should have known from the start.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?!” he roared, opening up his arms.

The display in the front yard would probably, eventually, catch the attention of neighbors...if anyone was home. But suddenly? I didn’t seem to care.

“I’m very serious!” I exclaimed, “Do what you need to do Billy. I don’t give a shit.”

“You’re ACTUALLY infuriating!”

“And you’re ACTUALLY a fucking beast.”

I heaved, nostrils flaring as I watched his face redden. He was angry too, just like me. And this was what worried me the most. Two hot personalities either got along splendidly...or they destroyed each other. And it seemed like we were going to destroy each other. So much for wishful thinking.

“Enjoy your time with Christy. I hope she satisfies you.”

I spoke the last sentence softly, then began heading off once more...leaving him there in the front yard. At least he’d gotten his jacket back, right? The whole way home, I grumbled and kicked what I could. A rock here, leaves there. I was angry. Shaking, even. How dare he say the things he said to me? Act the way he did? I knew what I was getting into though...I knew. Didn’t I? I pursed my lips and reached out to open our side door when I heard something rattling.

“What the hell?” I asked aloud, glancing around...and then towards the trashcans and boxes next to the garage wall.

Mom hadn’t gotten around to setting the cans out yet, and some old furniture and boxes were stacked haphazardly next to the waste bins. And yet...there it was again. The rattling. My heart began to beat rapidly as I considered the options. A rat? A bird? A snake, even? Yikes. But...curiosity consumed the cat, and I wanted to know just what sort of vermin I was dealing with. I grabbed up a nearby stick and reached out slowly, trying to lift the lid of the can. The second I touched it with the stick, the can gave a violent shake, causing me to jump backwards. I let out a scream and nearly tumbled over, before catching myself.

“Oh god...” I groaned, reaching again with the stick.

I had to find out before mom got home. What if she got home, went to investigate, and it hurt her? I couldn’t afford to let that happen. Okay, okay... I counted off in my head, and without another second to lose, I forced the lid upwards and let it fly. The metallic accessory landed with a clang, the sound reverberating off of the half filled garage and stayed there. The can stilled, forcing me to stare...and wait. I held the stick in my hand, the only weapon I had at that moment...and prepared. A bird would have flown away by now. A mouse would have begun scrambling. That just left one other option... Big yikes.

Slowly, carefully, I inched my way forward, my breath catching in my throat as I hovered over the can and looked down into it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Old food bags from the few nights prior, a few papers here and there...toilet roll cardboard. Nothing seemed different. I deflated, sure that maybe it was just a rat that had found another exit. And that was when it happened. I stood upright, ready to go grab the lid, when I heard something akin to a squeal. Not the sort of squeal you hear from a mouse, but something that didn’t belong...something I’d never heard before. I furrowed my brows and looked back in...and that was the final mistake. Out of the depths of the trashcan flew a creature so hideous, I thought it was something straight from my nightmares. Slimy residue from its’ body splashed on me and forced me to stumble and this time actually fall backwards.

The thing let out a tiny roar and launched at me. I let out a strangled cry and and tried to claw my way across the ground and away, only to eventually be consumed into darkness and stilled.

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the-siren-saga · 5 years

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Scenes from the Diary of Ollistra Andelyn

also known as “@penthepoet always gives me the most terrifying ideas for oneshots and I hate love it.” anyway big CW under the cut for child indoctrination

Hi! I'm Ollistra, and I just got this journal for my birthday! Amah said it was to help me work on my writing before I go back to school so I’m not behind everyone else, but I don’t think she’ll get mad if I draw a few pictures in here too. She said everything I write in here is gonna be secret, and she won’t ever ever read it.

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Amah had some friends to visit today. Well I think they were her friends. It was two women and a man wearing all purple and white, and one of the women said something about a “Family Interview Screening.” They made me and amah sit in the living room and answer a bunch of questions. They asked her a lot of weird questions I don’t remember, but they asked me a bunch of stuff like how old I was, how many friends I had, if I liked school, what I liked to do for fun, you know. They were really nice but I was also scared.

After they left, amah told me to pack my bags, that we were gonna move to the big city and I was gonna go to a new school. I don’t wanna go to a new school. I like my friends and my teacher.

I think I'm gonna run away if we move.

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We did move, and I didn't get to run away. We live in a big purple building now with lots of other people, and I don't get to see my amah anymore. Instead I live in a big room with lots of other kids like a slumber party, which is kinda fun but also I wanna see her. They said I couldn't because we both needed to learn the rules and seeing each other would just make that harder. I'm so scared and I dunno what's going on and I think I need a hug.

Grownups keep calling me Ollie. That's not my name. My name is Ollistra. I keep telling them that and they just pat me on the head and don't do anything.

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First day of school was today. It was really weird. We learned songs and prayers like at the temple back home but different because they weren't about the Hethe. My teacher, Miss Falstaff, said we aren't allowed to talk about the Hethe here. Instead we have to pray to… Elu–something. [Crossed out. The word "Elucidis" is written above it in much neater, curly writing with a purple glitter pen.]

We also watch really weird cartoons. I was excited because we didn't get to watch TV at my old school but I don't think I like these. There's one about someone called the Page who has to learn not to be anxious, and there's one about someone called the Isolator who has to learn that he doesn't need to be lonely. In all of them there's a flower man who teaches the other characters their lessons. I'm kind of scared of him and I don't know why.

Miss Falstaff told us that we're having an extra special visitor tomorrow and to be on our very best behavior. I'm nervous but I'm also excited.

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We had a visitor in class today. I think he's the Flower Man from the cartoons because he has the same voice. He was really nice and wore a purple and gray suit and I couldn't stop looking at him. He said we were all part of a really important project that would help him figure out how to help lots of other people love him as much as he loves them. Being around him feels really nice. It's almost like I'm floating. But it also makes me feel kinda sick and jittery and makes it hard to think, like when I eat too many sweets before dinner. I dunno if I like this or not.

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Miss Falstaff read my journal. I'm so mad. Amah said no one would ever read it… I miss her so much. When will I get to see her again?

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[This entry is written in neater handwriting, indicating that Ollistra was a bit older at this point.]

Sorry for not writing for so long. I like it here a lot more now than I used to. The rules aren't so bad, and I don't even remember much about my life before. I still don't get to see my amah very much but I don't even really miss her. I'm having so much fun here. I'm not scared of the flower man on the cartoons anymore. I've even gotten used to the weird sticky jittery feeling. Miss Falstaff said that feeling is normal and that it gets easier to think if you only think about Him. It does get easier. I don't think I've ever been this happy.

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Got to see my amah today. My class got to sing with the choir during an initiation today and I ran up to her afterwards. She didn't even remember me. I guess that Miss Falstaff is right. The Heart of the Purple Rose is the only family I need.

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I got in trouble for leaving the group after the initiation last night and had to spend the day in a little room by myself. It was cold and lonely and all I wanted was to be back with my friends. When Miss Falstaff came back to get me, she made me recite one of the texts we’ve been learning, about “acting as a unit in harmony with the One Flesh.” I don’t really understand all of it and I think I got a few words wrong.

Is this Re-education? I don’t like it. I don’t ever want to have to do that again.

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We have a substitute teacher for the next few weeks. Her name is Miss Debroux and I think I like her better than Falstaff. She doesn't make us sing songs about being “held within the Heart” or watch weird cartoons. Instead she teaches us about the world outside and takes us on lots of fun field trips. She also sneaks us books from the outside now and then. She brought me a book of fables from around the Lathrym and I don’t think I’m supposed to have it but I’m keeping it a secret. It’s hidden inside my pillowcase.

I like Miss Debroux, but I feel like I’ll get in trouble if I like her too much. Dimitri says she’s trying to lead us astray and he’s gonna tell the High Priest on her. I told him that he’s never even met the High Priest.

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Today we went to a park in the College District and got to play outside. Jacqueline and Amar and I played hide and seek and Jac kept cheating by climbing trees when it was her turn to hide. I haven't been able to play outside since my amah and I joined Purple Rose.

We had a picnic in the park for lunch. The food at the High Cathedral is always really sweet and not that filling, but Miss Debroux got us good food.

I don't want to go back to the High Cathedral. Everything looks so clear and bright right now. I don't want this to end.

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I tried to give my journal to Miss Debroux so she could read it. She said that it's supposed to be private and she's sorry anyone made me think otherwise.

...I definitely like her more than Miss Falstaff.

Also she doesn't call me Ollie.

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It's been a few days, but I'm soooooo excited!!

Miss Debroux said she's gonna take us on a really big adventure, but she can only take a few of us at a time or else she might get in trouble. She seemed sad when she said that only me and my friends could go this time. I don't think she should be sad about it– it's just a field trip, and everyone's gonna get to go eventually.

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FIELD TRIP DAY!!!!!! It's supposed to be a long trip so I packed a few changes of clothes and all my favorite stuffed animals. Amar and Jac are coming with me.

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I don't think this is a field trip. Miss Debroux is talking to someone called "Sentinel" on the phone and saying something about an assignment. I'm scared.

We've stopped. We're in front of a big metal dome in the middle of the desert. I don't want to go in but I think I have to.

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[This entry seems to be from a few years later.]

Oh, hey! I haven’t written in this thing for a LONG time, have I? Then again, in fairness to me, A LOT has happened since then. I’ve found out a lot more about Purple Rose and… it’s INSANE. “The flower man” is a Dekn Master and apparently he kidnapped some Ersisbound girl and…

I hope my amah’s okay. She apparently got rescued by the same agency that rescued me about a year after I did and I’m so concerned for her, but at the same time, what was she THINKING bringing me to a place like that? I was a kid! I’m still a kid!

My foster parents said she’s almost ready for me to visit her, but I’m not sure if I want to yet.

I still dream about the flower man sometimes, and I still feel all jittery and unfocused when I wake up. My foster parents are always there to help me come down. I think I want them to adopt me.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that things are better now. Mostly. Jacqueline still talks a lot about Purple Rose. I think she still wants to go back. I wish I could help her so she doesn’t decide to do it.

#arkn legacy #..................might have been slightly inspired by milo's journal here doN'T JUDGE ME

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cantusecho · 5 years

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(Episode 8 !!

Good lord, this is a lot. Knew we’d get into a lot of shizz with it being titled “XV”. It really felt like the episode that would proceed episode 13 (like previous seasons when the episode is named after the season). There ended up being a pretty hype battle near the end, even playing “FINAL COMMANDER” again to top it all off.

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

First off, there’s Carol. It’s SOOOOOO nice to see her back and now we get to see her fight AND sing. And as expected, she has no issues with fighting them.

One thing that I loved about this fight was that Carol was basically posing like she was a conductor as they fought.

Like the way her arms move is just...very pleasing. Lol. Plus she is still powerful. I really thought she wouldn’t come back remembering who she was because when she transferred Elfnein to her body, Carol was in an amnesiac state. She barely remembered anything so I assumed it would be the same. But nope, Carol sure knows who she is, what happened all the way back in GX and everything. (they explain later in the episode that she somehow managed to make a copy of her core personality, explaining why it was still her).

But in truth, I’m actually really happy that Carol and Elfnein can share the same body without consequences. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but maybe not them willingly sharing the same body or something.

One thing in this scene that was super sweet was Carol asking for Elfnein to make sure all the autoscorers get a proper burial. Elfnein described Carol as being someone who’s actually kind, and I think this managed to show how she can be. It was a really sweet moment, one that made me want to cry a little bit honestly.

Once Carol drives Nobel Red away, she contacts everyone at HQ to figure out a plan to help save Miku and destroy that representation of the Divine Power in the sky.

SideNote: Keywords from episode 7 have been translated in english now and helps describe what that giant/baby thing is, as well as Millaarc’s “stained glance” in detail.

Divine Power

The divine power hidden within the Vambrace of Shem-Ha overflowed due to its immense volume exceeding initial simulations. This resulted in a temporary purge of the energy outside of the Château, where it gathered. Plans were amended to allow the divine power time to materialize and fill the girl serving as its vessel.

The giant mass of energy "located" at the highest point of Château de Tiffauges does not move with any clear will of its own. Instead, it merely defends itself from approaching helicopters and Adaptors while attempting to invade its chosen "vessel" like a hermit crab searching for a shell. Its "reactions" seem limited to mere instincts and impulses.

Stained Glance

An attempt at recreating an ancient power once thought to be held by vampires, just as the name suggests, it allows the user to forcibly interfere with others minds via a cursed gaze.

It's difficult to use on someone of disciplined will and requires taking advantage of the target's weaknesses or emotions, and so can't be considered a very effective weapon.

Unless, of course, it can be mastered. In that case, it becomes a fearsome evil eye.

It can corrode the heart, impacting not only judgment but also self-esteem. This in turn can increase the target's dependence on others, causing them to exhibit a number of effects similar to suggestion or hypnosis, such as forcing them to carry out a command.

Swallowed by the rage from having witnessed such a tragedy, Tsubasa allowed herself to fall victim to her opponent's gaze, causing a seal to be carved deep into her heart.

Said seal is exploitable not only by the one who placed it, but also third parties. Using a trigger phrase, it is easy to seize control of her consciousness.

And now, the one using that trigger is the heretic Kazanari Fudou himself.

This seemed clear enough, at least the control aspect of it, but it’s still nice to know officially in more detail.

So basically, Carol teams up with everyone to destroy the Divine Power. Hibiki is still hurt so she can’t exactly help them do it.

It cuts to Noble Red getting replenishment of blood from Fudo and of course he’s still...Fudo. Lol. But as it says in the keywords about Miku (Miku literally gets her own keyword), Fudo is the one that ordered them to bring her back along with Elfnein.

It’s stated that the information about her being a potential vessel was found out during the breach, so he made a last minute choice to use her as the vessel instead.

He still believes the power will be his though, but have no idea how he’ll actually get it. But his second sentence is referring to Hibiki, as she is considered the god-slayer. I assume he said that in terms of...using Miku as a vessel, because Hibiki wouldn’t want to fight her of course so she can’t destroy the divine power.

But who knows, it could be about something else outside of that. Can’t say for certain.

So, all the Gear users choose to head out to try and activate the Chateau by singing their Zesshou’s to gather Phonic Gain. It originally didn’t work, and the Chateau just wasn’t reacting to their Phonic Gain. In the meantime, Carol ends up getting attacked by Noble Red again.

They try to win against her by summoning their Daedalus End/Labyrinth against her, trapping her there. However, it literally takes no time for Carol to break free from the trap, breaking the labyrinth and reducing it as useless.

She sang to get free, which as she has claimed back in GX, is literally:

more powerful than seven billion climax songs. Lol. So thanks to that, Carol single-handedly produced enough Phonic Gain for Tsubasa and the others to gain enough to use their X-Drives.

And with that, they began their assault on the manifestation of the divine power, actually managing to get a good amount of damage onto it. But of course, just like before, it can heal itself on every dimension, so the damage doesn’t last long.

What’s a small little random tidbit I liked was that everyone’s pendants are big/wide now, like how Hibiki’s has been in each season when in her X-Drive form.

There are better closeups than this one but it’s with all them together so yeah. ^^

Also, come to find out that Fudo tainted Noble Red’s blood supply. This seems to be the moment he chooses to betray and cast them aside. Frankly, I think Noble Red knew they couldn’t exactly trust Fudo, but he was actually giving them blood for who knows how long since “saving them”. I didn’t mention the earlier scene they were talking to him, but they were asking about him giving them time to get back to being human but he immediately ends the call in the middle of Vanessa’s plea.

Clearly no one is safe from being betrayed by him. His entire role in this is still up in the air though, and I’m not even sure how he’s going to use the “Stained Glance” on Tsubasa to his advantage. Guess we can only wait and see.

After this, this is where things start getting crazy. They begin playing FINAL COMMANDER again, and they all begin fighting. They couldn’t activate the Chateau, but use their X-Drives to fight instead.

Once again, the damage they manage to do is reduced due to the divine power regenerating, and so, they end up sending Hibiki back into the battle.

This is due to her being stubborn and not wanting to rest basically. Hibiki’s been dreaming about Miku ever since she’s been knocked out and the last one she had was showing Miku being pulled away from her, Hibiki reaching out in fear that Miku was leaving her. And so;

I love her haha.

Moving on, this next part is literally too much to write about. I feel like it’s a scene that needs to be seen and heard because good lord was it amazing. I don’t know how to describe how it made me feel.

With FINAL COMMANDER playing in the background, you literally have everyone trying their best to protect Hibiki; taking hits for her, doing attacks to protect her from incoming projectiles, help guiding her closer and closer to the divine power. It was just great teamwork and something that just shows how far they’ve all come (at least that’s the feeling I got). This is the sort of scene that takes place, once again, in episode 12, fitting of the episode normally titled after the season.

Pictures cannot capture that scene well enough and I’m tempted to just post it myself honestly so people can see what I mean, haha. BUT for now, this really poor recap will do.

I WILL say that I loved this shot of one piece of Hibiki’s headset being shot off.

Eventually, Hibiki gets close enough, but by this point, Elfnein reveals something (since she’s still in the Chateau with Miku):

This is literally seconds before Hibiki busts through to come face to face with Miku (?) herself.

And then they have...Miku going through a beautiful transformation. I didn’t talk about the other ones in depth but in terms of this one, I feel like I have to at least mention it because of the contrast and it actually being Shem-Ha.

Because what’s different here is that while she does have the vambrace on her wrist, there’s Shenshoujing as well.

The mirror behind her the entire time, showing its light against her as she’s transforming, is actually Shenshoujing. And at the end of it, the Aufwachen Waveform for SSJ shows.

One thing I didn’t mention, simply because I didn’t realize until this past Saturday, was back in episode 6 of XV, they actually showed Shenshoujing on screen. Vanessa was using it, I believe, as a means to keep the vambrace of Shem-Ha in check with its large quantity of power. She was also placing these “stones” around the vambrace as well. It very well could be that those stones were actual pieces of Shenshoujing but we can’t say yet.

All I know for sure is that she had SSJ pulled up on her ipad/tablet thing while she was setting everything up for once Elfnein and Miku got there.

But really, all this proves is that everyone was too late. Hibiki reaches out to Miku of course, calling out her name, only for her to respond with this:

And it just ends like that. Lol. BUT WHAT THEY CHOOSE TO DO IN THE CREDITS INSTEAD OF JUST A BLACK SCREEN IS JUST...SPAM EVERYONE WITH HIBIKI/MIKU MOMENTS LOL.

And from each season! I admit, I am a bum and got upset about this because...they’re just hammering it in. Everything was pretty much building to this moment. Ever since they hinted to Miku being a possible vessel at the end of AXZ, it was really only a matter of time that she’d be forced to have it as well and be used to fight against Hibiki, who’s the god-killer/slayer.

Of course...Hibiki wouldn’t want to use that ability against Miku, she’d want to save her. But what can they all do in order to free Miku from all this? There’s no telling. I feel like this is the moment where things really start getting more intense.

And that’s crazy to say since this whole season has been pretty crazy so far. But with this episode being titled “XV” and all this shizz happened already, I can’t even imagine what they have planned for the last 5.

I really don’t even know how to process this episode in words, since I didn’t know how to after watching the episode.

There’s just....yeah FFFFF.

One sad thing I will say is that they all fought SO HARD to help save Miku. Hibiki even pushed herself out of bed, saying “damn” to all her injuries, and goes out there. But in the end, they were just too late....and that makes me hurt a bit haha. As to why, like before, Hibiki’s expression when she sees Miku is just that more heartbreaking. I can’t imagine everyone else’s reaction too, which I’m sure we’ll see next episode.

Okay I think I’m done. I don’t think this one was as long, or in-depth, as the others because it was either information we already knew or just some good action scenes that are much better to be seen outside of pictures.

Next week cannot come any faster.)

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 5 years

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The Way We Were Supposed To Be - Ch One

HUGE ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!!!

Title: The Way We Were Supposed To Be

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Stucky

Rating: Lemon

Tags: minor character death, there will be smut, slow burn… I think that’s it really.

Summary:

Two years after defeating Thanos, Steve finds himself faced with a harsh reality. Because of his decision to stay in the past with Peggy and finally give himself the life he thought he had always wanted, Nick Fury returns to face him with a daunting truth. With the world’s timeline in disarray, it’s up to Steve to return to the past and restore the world to its natural order. Unfortunately it means that the all American hero has to sacrifice his heart and soul to save the world once again. And although Steve thinks that his one chance at a happy life had passed, who knows what the new future holds, perhaps… everything he had been searching for was right there all along.

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Special Thanks: as always to my girl Katie, AKA @goingknowherewastaken for reading my notes <3

A/N: Soooooo yeah, like it says at the top, HUGE ENDGAME SPOILERS!!! So if you haven’t seen the movie yet turn back now and read this later!!

And for those of you that have seen the movie already and who are reading this, you're awesome and I hope you like it. This is just my way of getting the satisfying stucky ending that I was really hoping for that the movie didn’t quite deliver for me.

So yeah, if you do like this I would be so so so grateful if you gave this a reblog or even a comment, and if you want to be tagged for this or future works let me know!! Love you guys and enjoy <3 <3 <3

Chapter One:

It had been two years almost to the day. Two years since Steve took the leap back in time for round two, and took his second chance at a happy life. Two years since he sat on that bench by the water and talked to Sam, passed off his shield, and decided to live out the rest of his life in the peace he so rightfully deserved. Two years that is, for the rest of the world, but an entire lifetime for Steve.

Today had lead him to Peggy’s grave. A cool wind blew through the cemetery as he shoved his hands deep in his jacket pockets, staring down at his wife’s grave, and remembering the perfect life they had together. Thanks to Tony and his discovery of time travel Steve was able to have everything he had ever wanted. A wife, kids, house, white picket fence, the whole American dream. After everything Steve had been through, saving the world countless times, losing loved ones, being a man out of time, he was finally able to put that all aside and live a normal life, and he was grateful for it.

A shadow crept up beside him, covering Peggy’s tomb stone as feet came into his view. He already knew who it was.

“Director Fury,” he didn’t even turn his gaze away.

“Captain.”

Steve chuckled, he hadn’t been called that in a long time, and deep down he was slightly glad for it. “I'm sure there’s a reason for your visit. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He said nothing in response, merely handing a large brown folder to Steve. When he opened the folder and pulled out the contents he found himself staring at documents, birth certificates, medical records, pictures, articles. He shuffled through them a few times before letting go a sigh.

“Are these…”

Fury hummed with a nod, “The children Miss Carter was supposed to have.” Steve bit his bottom lip worrying it between his teeth as Fury continued, “After you went back in time to return the stones and came back an old married man, I started doing some research over the last two years, collecting information on the old time line. And luckily enough, when you crossed over everything we had remained intact. Certificates, pictures, documentation, all of that remained and nothing vanished, except the memories of these people. You going back in time and taking the life that you wanted, rather then returning the stones and letting it play out as it should have, disrupted the time line and the natural order. Now these people never existed, people who were supposed to exist, people who were destined to do great things for this world and now they’re gone.

But that’s not all. These are just the beginnings of the changes your little escapade created. It wasn’t just Peggy’s time line you changed, but rather hundreds of others. For example, the man who was supposed to marry Peggy went on to marry someone else, they then had kids who shouldn’t have existed, they interacted with people they shouldn’t have, the real husband of that woman would have done the same and married someone else, and so on, and so on. Do you see where I'm going with this?”

“So what you're saying is I need to go back and…” Steve shook his head, not wanting to believe any of this, “and change it back. I have to go back to the exact moment when I was returning the stones and stop myself from talking to Peggy and changing the timeline.”

“Yes.” A simple answer that sounded more like an order to Steve.

Steve huffed out another sigh, subconsciously twisting the gold band on his finger.

Fury turned to face him, placing a hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze, “I'm sorry, Steve, but the timeline has to be restored and you need to return to the present. You can’t stay in the past, you were meant to be here.”

Anger bubbled in Steve now. He thought he had finally moved on, moved forwards with a new life that he deserved. He fought for his country more then once, all he wanted was the simple life he was owed, and apparently he couldn’t even have that. “What is the world missing because of me?!”

“In short,” Fury shrugged, “a few doctors, a novelist, a research scientist who’s work lead to preventative measures for dementia and eventually a cure, a Nobel Peace Prize winner, mothers, daughters, fathers, sons, husbands, wives… I'm sure you get the point.”

“Yeah,” Steve ran a hand down his face, “yeah, I get it. In order for the world to be restored to its rightful time line, I can’t be happy.”

“No one said you can’t be happy,” Fury shook his head, giving Steve’s shoulder a shake, “this life with Peggy may have been something you wanted, but obviously it’s not your happy ending. But I have faith that it’s out there somewhere and you'll find it this time around.” Steve pulled away from Fury, kneeling to place a hand on Peggy's grave as a tear slid down his cheek and into the grass. “I’ll contact Doctor Banner, let him know what we need to do. Meet us at his lab in two days, don’t be late.”

Without another word Nick Fury slipped silently out of the cemetery, leaving Steve to cry over the loss of the love of his life a second time.

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Two days later Steve pulled up in front of Banner Tech Labs. The gates opened before he even reached them, and he drove through the dense tree line until he finally made it to the large building. He stayed in his car for a while, needing a few minutes to breathe before going inside and giving up his entire past, sacrificing his whole world for that of the universe once again. Ever the American hero, he thought.

Turning to the passenger seat he laid a hand on the duffle resting there. Inside was his old jump suit, the one that had taken him back to Peggy. He had long since tucked it away thinking he would never have to use it again… it still fit like a glove.

With one last hard breath he clutched his hand tightly around the duffel and forced himself out of the car and to the front doors. When he walked inside the building was quiet, empty aside from one woman sat at a large desk to his left. He turned towards her and placed his free hand on the counter, and before he could say anything she looked up to him with a smile and said, “Mr. Rogers, Doctor Banner awaits you upstairs. Take that elevator all the way to the top floor and he will greet you when the doors open. Good luck.”

She returned to her work without another word as Steve gave a nod and trudged into the elevator. When the doors closed it felt like a lifetime before they opened again and Steve found himself staring directly at the device that had given him a second chance at life, ironically the same device that would be just as quickly ripping it away.

“Steve,” Bruce who had been tinkering away at the controls, stopped and locked eyes with him. The air was tense, thick, and Steve could feel it getting harder to breath by the second. “I'm sorry, man.”

He stepped out of the elevator and towards one of the desks off to the side of the room, Bruce’s eyes following him as he moved. He lifted the duffel in his hand and plopped it down on the metal surface with a thud, “I brought the jump suit, figured we’d need it.”

Bruce nodded, then continued tapping his fingers on the screens, “I’ll just be a few more minutes here, Fury should be here soon.”

With a sigh Steve left Bruce to his work, opting to wander around the lab while he awaited his pending doom. A few minutes later found him walking past a slightly opened door at the back of the lab. He peeked in and figured it must be Bruce’s office, so he pushed the door open and looked inside. What immediately caught his eye were the countless framed pictures that completely covered the back wall behind his desk. Walking inside he rounded the desk and began scanning his eyes over all of them, even finding himself in a few.

There were some from Tony’s party after they had taken down Loki, one of Sam trying to life Thor’s hammer, one of Rhodes telling his odd joke to a laughing group of people, the tag line “Boom! You lookin’ for this?” forever etched into Steve’s brain, even one of that old guy that Thor got insanely drunk with his Asguardian booze.

There were some of them in battle, fighting Ultron, the twins appeared in a few pictures shortly after that with a memento to Pietro. Even Bucky could be seen in a few pictures, some of which Steve could tell had been provided to Bruce by Shuri from their time in Wakanda.

There were even some more recent pictures on the wall. There was Wanda and Bruce at the newly restored compound, Clint and his ever growing kids along with Laura and yet another bun in the oven, by the looks of things due any time. There was even one of Bruce and a now seven year old Morgan, who was resembling her dad more and more with each passing day. Years of friendships made, broken, and restored all before him. Then his eyes caught a certain picture on the wall and he stopped there.

It was from their short stint in witness protection on Clint and Laura’s farm back in the days of Ultron. Even back then it was obvious that there was more then friendship between Bruce and Natasha, and this clearly confirmed it. The picture must have been taken by Laura. The two were sat at the kitchen table side by side, Bruce with his head down blushing profusely while Nat looked on adoringly at him, and by the angle of her arm Steve could tell she had her hand rested on his thigh under the table. A perfect moment captured between the two star-crossed lovers, and it made Steve’s heart ache all the more.

“I love that picture.” Steve hadn’t realized that Bruce had snuck in behind him and was now standing beside him, admiring the same frame.

Steve returned his gaze back to the picture as he spoke, “You two should have been able to be happy. After everything we did for this world, you should have had at least that.”

Bruce sighed beside him, moving to lean against the desk. “I wish it could have been that way, but unfortunately we were dealt different cards.”

“Don’t you ever think about it?” Steve turned to face Bruce, crossing his arms, “Don’t you want to go back to before Natasha sacrificed herself and be with her, like you should have been?”

Bruce shook his head with a pained look, “Not if it meant changing hundreds of lives in the process. I wish she was still here, with me, but I can’t change that. She did what she had to do to help us defeat Thanos and save the world. Without her sacrifice, trillions of beings in the universe wouldn’t even be alive right now. And yeah, I miss her, and yeah, I will always love her, but she did what she thought was right and I can’t fault her for that.”

“But you could finally be happy.”

“I wouldn’t be though,” he shook his head, “not knowing that the world changed because of my selfishness.”

“And that’s why you have to change it back,” the deep commanding voice of Nick Fury startled them both from the doorway, both turning to face him, “I know you Steve, and I know that you're a man of morals. You can’t leave the world the way it is, you need to restore natural order, even if that means letting her go.”

Steve took a breath pinching the bridge of his nose. He huffed out a small laugh, even following it up with a sad smile, “You know me well, Fury. As much as I don’t want to lose her again, I know I have to make things right.”

“Good man.” Fury gave him a nod and then left the room. both Bruce and Steve followed him out, neither wanting to wallow in this misery any longer then they needed to, and Steve just wanting to get it over with.

When they reached the device Fury had Steve's duffle in hand and pushed it out towards him. He took it, slipped on the suit, and shuffled onto the pad.

“Ok, Steve,” Bruce began as he ran his fingers over the screen again, “I'm going to put you five minutes ahead of your younger self just before you knock on Peggy's door. If the time and date you gave Fury is accurate, you will have exactly five minutes to intercept yourself and for both of you to activate your suits at the same time and head back here. Got it?”

Steve gave a nod from the pad.

“In and out, Rogers,” Fury ordered from beside Bruce, “don’t change anything, don’t talk to anyone except yourself, and head straight back.”

Steve nodded again, and when Bruce asked if he was ready all he could do was give a thumbs up and activate his helmet. Bruce gave him a countdown, and by the time he reached one Steve was fighting a loosing battle against the tears now flowing down his cheeks as he slipped into the quantum realm.

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When Steve opened his eyes he was standing in front of the all too familiar house, Peggy's… their house. Bruce had sent him back to the exact moment he changed his life, and the world, and in the next five minutes he had to stop himself from doing just that.

His eyes followed down the sidewalk a few feet and to the end of Peggy’s driveway and there he saw him. The younger version of himself stood stock still at the end of the driveway, watching through the front window as Peggy paced back and forth in the living room, no doubt working on top secret business.

Staring at himself he remembered the feeling of this very moment from way back then. He remembered the doubt that rushed over him, wondering if he was doing the right thing, if she would accept him back, even the sickening thought that she had moved on. It had after all been a year at this point since he put himself in the ice, and a lot can happen in a year. He even considered just making the jump back to the present, and now thinking back he should have known that this was too good to be true. He should have realized himself the repercussions that a drastic decision such as this would have, and he should have left well enough alone and spared himself a second heartache. But a want for a life he deserved overpowered that better judgement and he took the leap.

Lost in his thoughts, his younger self started to walk down the driveway and towards the path to the house. Steve hurried his steps to catch up and just before young Steve was able to walk the porch steps he caught his shoulder and turned him around. He was met with momentary wide eyes before a flash of understanding and sorrow came over them.

“You’re…” young Steve began.

He nodded, “the consequence of this decision.”

“Can’t do it can I?” young Steve asked shaking his head, but Steve could tell he already knew the answer to his question. “And you're here to fix it, to stop me… us, from probably changing the time line, right?”

“Unfortunately, I am,” They both sighed, Steve placing a hand on his younger self’s shoulder comfortingly, “we can’t change the time line. Bruce warned all of us about this the first time around and we were too caught up in wanting something more to see what we were doing wrong, and now it has to be reset.”

Young Steve nodded, taking a second to look back at the still pacing Peggy, completely oblivious to what was happening right outside. “What happens to her? I mean, if we go back to the present, does she have a good life? A happy one?”

Steve nodded with a smile, “She does. She gets married, has kids, a very rewarding career. She does good for herself.”

“And what about her life with us… what happens if we stay?”

This time Steve shook his head, “Its better if you don’t know, just know that this life is the one she was meant to have, without us.”

Young Steve heaved a sigh before looking up to ask, “So, how do we do this then?”

“Together,” Steve held up his hand, finger on the trigger.

“And when we push the button and return to the present, there will only be one of us?”

“Bruce said it would be the Steve that was meant to be in the present,” he scrunched his nose a bit, slightly confused himself, “there will only be one Steve Rogers, but it will be both of us in a way… I didn’t understand the science of it, I just agreed when Bruce tried to explain it.”

They both laughed together, then young Steve raised his hand ready to make the jump back.

“On three,” he said.

“On three,” and Steve began the countdown.

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The next thing Steve knew he was back in Bruce’s lab. He removed his helmet and turned to look at Fury who was rifling viciously through databases on a computer screen to his left.

After a few moments Fury met eyes with Steve and gave him a single nod. He had done it, he restored the world back to its proper time line, but he still couldn’t help mourning for what he had lost.

Without a word and his head down, Steve walked off the pad and across the room. He stalked directly to the elevator without a single word from either man in the room. When the doors closed his breath hitched when he caught his reflection in the metal surface. It was like he had never left, like he never stayed behind with Peggy, he was just as young as he was before he made the jump. He scoffed at his reflection and turned away, pushed the ground button, and left banner tech labs in his rear view mirror.

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A/N: And there we have chapter one... chapter two soon to follow! So let me know what you guys think and I love you for reading <3 <3 <3

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steveshcrringtons · 5 years

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Holding Out For a Hero - Pt.1

pairing: Steve Harrington x OC (Kat Henderson) eventually

warning(s): uhhhh….none other than this being complete garbo

Word count: 2618

Author’s Note: Welp, I didn’t think I was going to ever write anything for my Stranger Things OC, but here I am being garbage all because I listened to Holding Out For a Hero and got some inspiration. Soooooo here’s part one of what was supposed to be a short Drabble and is now turning into a multipart “Drabble” series

tagging: @spider–bae

Summary: Kat Henderson gets sucked into the world of the interdimensional once again because of her little brother. However, this time she’s also got to deal with none other than Steve “The Hair” Harrington.

Kat sighed as she pulled out the box of Meow-mix from the cabinet before handing it to her mom, knowing that it was time to feed Mews. Her mom started to call out for Mews while pouring out the cat food. Kat looked around the kitchen with a confused look on her face. Normally, the moment the box was shook, Mews came running to eat, but now she was nowhere to be found.

“Mews, come on it’s time to eat.” Kat called out as she looked down the hallway.

She heard the front door open and close before her mom greeted her brother. Kat soon came face to face with her younger brother, “Hey, Dus, have you seen Mews? It’s time for her to eat, and she’s not coming out.”

Kat barely got a look of recognition from her brother before he spoke as he opened his bedroom door, “Nope haven’t seen her.” He said quickly before practically shutting the door in her face.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at the door now in front of her. Something seemed off with her brother and she didn’t know what it was, but she wasn’t going to press him about it. Instead, she headed back to her room to do her homework for the night, hoping that Mews came around soon or else her mom was going to go insane.

After about a half hour of doing her homework, she decided on a snack before heading out into the kitchen to see Dustin on the phone talking to someone while her mom watched,

“Thank you so much, Mr. McCorkle. Thank you so much. You are a true lifesaver. All right this was great. Thank you. All right. Have a good one. Bye-bye now. All right. You too.” He paused as he turned to their mom, a small smile on his face as he spoke, “All right great news.”

“They found her?” Their mom asked, holding back tears.

“No, but they saw her wandering around Loch Nora.”

That was all it took for their mom to lose it and start crying, “How did the poor baby get all the way out there?”

“I don’t know. Lost I guess.” Dustin replied, holding onto her arms, “But they’re gonna look for her. And I’ll stay here just in case they call again. And you’re gonna go help look. Yeah? Yeah?” He questioned as he pulled their mom in for a hug, “All right, give me a hug. Go get her.” When they pulled away, he smiled, “You’re gonna find her alright?”

She nodded before giving a weak smile through her tears, “Okay.”

“We can find her.” Dustin stated, giving two thumbs up as their mom started to gather her things.

Kat raised her eyebrows at how soothing and calm Dustin was being. Normally, he was never like this. She knew that there was something up, but she wasn’t sure what it was.

“We can find her.” Their mom replied, putting her sunglasses on.

“I love you.” Dustin said, blowing her two kisses.

“She’ll be okay, Mom, I love you.” Kat stated, earning a quick look from her brother.

“I love you both.” She replied as she hesitantly walked out the door.

“Alright, go.” Dustin said with a smile.

She gave a nod before closing the door. Once she had, Dustin wasted no time walking away from the door and phone and searching around the house.

“Care to tell me what’s actually going on? Where’s Mews, Dustin?” Kat asked as she followed her little brother around the house as he gathered a bunch of random supplies.

“Can’t you go somewhere else? I’m a little busy right now, Kat.” Dustin grumbled.

Kat flinched at the harshness in his voice. Dustin was never like that with her ever. The two were thick as thieves, and they never fought.

“No, Dustin, I can’t go anywhere else. Something is wrong. I’m your sister, just tell me what’s going on.”

“Nothing is going on, Kat, just drop it.”

Kat glared before she grabbed her brother’s arm, stopping him from moving any further down the hallway,

“Dustin! Tell me what’s going on. Now! You and I don’t lie to each other. That’s our thing! Now, tell me what happened or I swear to God, I’ll figure it out myself.”

Dustin sighed before he nodded and began to speak. She stayed silent as he informed her all about Dart and what exactly he was, or becoming. Kat knew all about the crazy shit that happened last year with Will. She hadn’t been hugely involved, but Dustin needed someone to talk to about everything, so he told Kat everything. She had a hard time believing it at first, but she knew that Dustin wouldn’t lie to her, so she had no other choice than to believe him.

Once Dustin finished talking, Kat sighed before she rubbed her temples,

“Sometimes I wonder about you, child.” She stated before she clapped her hands together, “Alright, let’s wrangle this thing.”

Dustin nodded before continuing his search for everything that he needed. The two didn’t speak as Kat helped him with his search, tossing him a package of bolognue from the fridge.

After burying Mews’ body, and cleaning the blood, for the most part, out of Dustin’s room, Kat was beyond tired. She opted to stay behind at the house in case Dart tried to escape while Dustin rode his bike to Mike’s house to get his help. Apparently, Mike would know what to do, and nobody else was picking up on Dustin’s code red he kept sending out, so they didn’t have many choices left.

It had gotten dark by the time Kat had heard any resemblance of Dustin coming home. She looked out the front door when she heard a car pull up, fearing it was their mother. However, the BMW parked outside did not belong to the woman Kat grew up calling mom. Instead, Steve “The Hair” Harrington got out of the driver’s seat with Dustin following closely behind. Kat frowned in confusion as she walked outside,

“What the hell is, Steve Harrington doing here, Dustin?” Kat asked, crossing her arms.

“He’s here to help, Kat.” Dustin replied as Steve opened up his trunk, tossing Dustin the keys to the car before he grabbed something out of it.

When the truck door closed, Kat could see he was holding a baseball bat with nails sticking out of it.

“Hey, Kitty Kat.” Steve said with a smirk, causing Kat to roll her eyes.

She and Steve had never been ones to see eye-to-eye on anything. He was the King of Hawkins High, and he made sure that everyone knew it. He thought he was hot shit, and Kat didn’t take any of his crap, causing the two to butt heads quite frequently. Kat’s friends constantly said that her resentment toward him was that she was mad that he picked Nancy Wheeler over her. Her friends never let Kat live down the fact that she had a massive crush on him freshman and sophomore year.

Kat neared the two, a glare set on Steve as she walked to them, “You really think a baseball bat with nails is gonna take this thing down? It ate our cat.” She stated, eyeing Steve up and down.

“It took down a fully grown one, so I think I’ll be fine, but thanks for the concern, Kitty Kat.” Steve replied with another smirk.

“Hi, we don’t have time for your guy’s sexual tension. Can we please move on?” Dustin seethed as he pulled the two over to the storm cellar.

Kat and Steve both shared the same look of disgust at her brother’s words, but kept quiet as they followed him over. The three of them stood hesitantly in front of the doors, waiting to hear something before Steve spoke,

“I don’t hear shit.” He stated.

“He’s in there.” Kat replied, attitude lacing her voice, “I watched Dustin put him in there.”

Steve looked over at the siblings before he tapped his bat lightly on the storm doors. He waited for a moment before he brought the bat up and hit the doors harder, causing Kat to jump slightly at the noise. There was a moment of silence before Steve turned, sticking the flashlight in Dustin’s face.

“Alright, kid, listen, I swear if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.” He threatened.

Kat glared at the brunette before taking a step closer, ready to come to her brother’s defense.

“It’s not.” Dustin stated, “It’s not a prank. Get it out of my face.” He squinted to keep himself from being blinded.

“You got a key for this thing?” Steve asked, nodding his head at the storm cellar.

Kat took another step forward, shoving the flashlight out of Dustin’s face before she handed Steve the key to the lock.

He didn’t say anything to her as he took the key from her hand, quickly unlocking the chains and pulling the storm doors open. Kat and Dustin were sure to stand back away from the doors. Dustin pointed the flashlight down the steps, noticing that there was no dart. Steve quickly took the flashlight from Dustin’s hand before he shined it around to see more of the stairs,

“He must be further down there.” Dustin stated softly, “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape and go after my sister.”

Steve looked up at Dustin with an annoyed look before he looked back down at the stairs. He stood up slowly before he hesitantly headed down the stairs, bat tightly in his hand as he walked down. After a few moments of silence, Dustin spoke up, inching toward the doors. Kat followed closely behind.

“Steve?” Dustin asked nervously, “Steve, what’s going on down there?”

“Harrington, you okay?” Kat followed up.

Suddenly, there is a light in Dustin and Kat’s face, causing both of them to jump, grabbing each other’s hands before they realized that it’s Steve.

“Get down here.” Steve said.

Dustin and Kat slowly walked down the stairs to join Steve. Dustin’s face dropped when he noticed what Steve was holding on the end of his bat,

“Oh shit.” Dustin stated.

“What the hell is that stuff?” Kat asked as she tried to inspect it more.

“It’s Dart’s skin.” Dustin replied quickly before he turned to Steve.

Steve moved the flashlight to the corner of the room where there was a hole in the wall. Kat’s eyes practically bugged out of her head at the sight before Dustin spoke again.

“Oh shit!” He yelled.

“Where do you think it leads?” Kat asked curiously.

“Who knows.” Dustin grumbled before turning back to the door.

“Well it’s too dark now to try and find him. We can try tomorrow. We need to get some sleep.” Kat stated, putting her arm around her brother. She paused before turning to Steve, “I can make you a bed on the couch.”

“There’s no need. I can just head home. It's no big deal.” Steve replied as the three walked out of the storm cellar.

Kat shook her head before she spoke, “Not up for debate. Come on, Harrington.”

He sighed before nodding, following the Henderson siblings inside their house. Kat told Dustin to sleep in her room, so he didn’t have to inhale the bleach from cleaning the floor the entire night. She brought some extra blankets out from the hall closet and her bedroom before she made up the each couch for her and Steve.

“You really didn’t have to do this.” Steve stated as he stared at the couch.

Kat shrugged before she finished setting up her bed, “It’s fine. If that thing comes back for seconds, at least you’re closer to the door.” She replied, a small teasing tone in her voice.

She didn’t give him any time to respond before heading into the bathroom to change into her pajamas. When she returned to the living room, she noticed that Steve had gotten into his makeshift bed already. She was quick to flip out the light before making her way over to the couch where she set up her bed. Kat tried to feel around as she maneuvered her way through the dark, her eyes not yet adjusted, before she tripped on a stray shoe, losing her balance and falling onto a couch.

However, the couch she hoped to fall on was not the one she needed. There was an “oof” mixed with a groan as Kat fell on top of Steve,

“I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” Kat asked instantly as she scrambled to get off of Steve.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” He questioned.

“Yeah.” She replied as she stood, moving to her couch.

She was really glad the lights were off so he couldn’t see how red her face was from the situation. She got under the blankets and got comfortable as she took a breath,

“Night, Harrington.”

“Good night, Kitty Kat.”

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