#i wish that movie was never created and it went away forever

[phvnthom]

#i used to want to meet people who liked the same shit i did...... but fandom is literally the worst thing ever created #it's so limited and sanitized and what's popular most times doesn't align with my tastes or it's just plain bad #HCs this— aggravating fanart here 😮‍💨 #interests are only best when you geek over it with like 2-5 people max who ALSO like it in almost the same exact ways you do #not too much more than you not too little or else it just gets so fucking tedious and annoying— like shut the fuck up damn #either way fandom is a can of worms and it's mostly rancid #yes this is about miles yes this is about how spider-verse has spilled over into everything and i hate it #i wish that movie was never created and it went away forever

[darklinsblog]

Your Words, My Words | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Sometimes the same words create different memories

Pairing: Morpheus x Human! Reader

Requested: Yes

“With this hand I will scare away your sadness. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine; with this candle I will light your way in the darkness; and with this ring I ask you to be mine.”

Those were the words that changed your life forever, those were Morpheus’ exact words when proposing to you, on a rainy October night.

You were a maiden at the Windsor Palace, it was 1906 when you met the Dream Lord, it was amazing how easily you two fell in love life felt like a fairytale, the love you shared was everything you could ever wish for and beyond.

But your love for the king of Dreams had made you neglect your obligations to the royal family, without being aware you were framed for stealing on the queen’s jewelry and as low class your word truly had no weight whatsoever.

You were fired without any consideration, but as the only support to a family of six and a dying father this was a true death sentence.

When you reached your home, Morpheus was waiting for you at the door even with the pouring rain, you entered your home and inside the house there was your whole family, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

In that small, wooden cold place you called home, Morpheus got on one knee and made his heartfelt proposal that brought you to tears.

As you accepted his proposal the world seemed right again, you had forgotten of your sorrows in that moment, because his love and support was all you ever needed.

Morpheus promised to take care of your family, that they would never starve or feel abandoned as long as he lived.

As you prepared for your wedding and inspected yourself in the mirror you were filled with an immense joy, if you could only see your past self and tell her what your life would become she would’ve thought you were mad.

Yet, here you were, about to become wife to one of the most powerful beings in the universe, about to become a queen yourself.

As you joined Morpheus in the aisle and took his hands in yours you breathed deeply, knowing exactly what to say as your vows.

Hearing you recited the same speech he had prepared when he firstly proposed to you was the most heartwarming moment of his existence, the Endless’ eyes burned with tears of happiness waiting to come out.

Those words had lead the way into the rest of your lives and as you made his words yours Morpheus was sure more than ever that he had found his true life partner.

As years passed after your marriage, you normally went back and forth between the Dreaming and the Waking World, because while you were now a queen you kept a part of your humanity close to your heart.

You were walking down the streets of London when you walked this huge electronics store that was planning a kids movie in the TVs displayed, but something made you abruptly stop.

“…cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine; with this candle I will light your way in the darkness; and with this ring I ask you to be mine.”

The animation itself had brought up the memories of your proposal and while this movie had fantasy aspects in it, like the fact there was a zombie bride, you knew those words too well.

This wasn’t a bizarre coincidence, there was no way. The only real explanation to you was that Morpheus’ had immortalized his love oath to you here, in the Waking World, your home.

You didn’t even waste a second and went inside to buy the DVD and headed back to the Dreaming.

“My queen” Lucienne had greeted you as proper as always, you smiled.

“Lucienne, would you happen to know where my husband is?” You questioned her sweetly, she nodded.

“He left a while ago, to create a new dream, I believe”

Shortly after that, you went ahead to find him, as always he felt your presence beforehand and turned to look at you, you handed him the movie playfully.

“Would you happen to know anything about this?” You said, the smile that was drawn in his lips along with a light shimmer in his clear blue eyes said it all.

“Seems familiar, but I’m not sure” he joked making both of you laugh.

“Morpheus…” you half jokingly scolded him

“The man needed inspiration and I always believed our love was made for movie screens” he said now pulling you closer to his body.

“Is that so?”

“Take this as a vow renewal, that my love for you, like our story will transcend time”

“Well I will be forever remembered as a corpse bride whose eye kept popping out of her socket”

“And how would I be remembered in this story, my love?”

“Exactly as you are, pale, tall, attractive and a hopeless romantic” this time, the Dream Lord laughed.

“Sounds fair to me”

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#the sandman comics #sandman imagine #sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus dream #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #tom sturridge x reader #sandman shitpost #tom sturridge #morpheus sandman #sandman x y/n #morpheus imagines #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #dream x reader #sandman dream #the sandman

[froottalks]

Veiled Secrets - Caroline Forbes x fem!reader

[summary: where reader is finds out caroline is a vampire.]

Masterlist

The town of Mystic Falls was no stranger to secrets, but when you arrived, you couldn't have imagined the depths of darkness that lay beneath its picturesque surface.

Caroline Forbes, a vibrant and popular figure, had caught your eye from the moment you set foot in the town. She was quite the ray of sunshine that stood out in the small town atmosphere of Mystic Falls. Little did you know, her life held a secret that would forever change your perception of reality.

As you settled into Mystic Falls, your paths crossed with Caroline more often than not. The two of you ended up collaborating on a charity event, your personalities surprisingly complementary. Caroline's boundless energy and your thoughtful nature created a balance that drew you closer.

One evening, as you helped her set up for the event, a slip of her hand revealed something that left you speechless—a flash of fangs. Your heart raced as your mind raced to catch up with what you had just witnessed.

Caroline's eyes widened, a mixture of panic and vulnerability in her gaze. She could feel her breathing quicken and her heart had begun to race miles a minute, "(Y/n), I can explain."

Stumbling over your words in shock, you finally managed to find your voice. "You're... a vampire?"

Caroline's nod was barely perceptible, her voice tinged with sadness. She was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes. It's a secret I've been keeping from everyone."

As the truth settled in, a whirlwind of emotions swept over you. Surprise, fear, curiosity—it was a potent mix that left you uncertain about how to proceed.

You had read a lot of fantasy books and seen many movies about vampires before and was quite entertained by the idea. There were even times you wished you could be one. Though, when your once thought ideas had now become a reality, you were quite lost on how to respond.

Over the following days, Caroline shared her story with you—the struggles, the fears, and the need to protect those she cared about. As you listened, you realized that beneath her seemingly perfect exterior, there was a vulnerability that she rarely showed to anyone.

As your connection with Caroline deepened, so did your feelings for her. You were drawn to her Despite the revelations, you found yourself drawn to her strength and the way she had faced her reality head-on. But a nagging question remained—could you truly be with someone who existed in a world of darkness and danger?

One evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, you found yourself at a crossroads. Caroline stood before you, her gaze uncertain. "(Y/n), I understand if this is too much for you, if you can't accept what I am."

Your heart ached as you looked into her eyes, the turmoil of your emotions evident. "Caroline, I can't deny that I care for you. But I also can't ignore the fact that your life is dangerous, that being with you would mean stepping into a world I never knew existed."

Caroline nodded, a sadness in her eyes that mirrored your own. "I understand."

The weight of your decision settled on your shoulders as you turned away, your heart heavy with the knowledge that the love you felt might be forever out of reach. You felt a light wind blow by as your now ex-girlfriend sped away.

As usual, the days turned went by, Mystic Falls continued its intricate dance of light and shadow. Your connection with Caroline remained, a bittersweet reminder of the love that could have been. And as you watched her from afar, you knew that some secrets were destined to remain veiled forever.

THE END

#the vampire diaries #caroline forbes #x reader #caroline forbes x reader #oneshot #x fem!reader #x female reader #x female y/n #tvdu #tvd #mystic falls #angst #bittersweet #bittersweet ending #veiled #secrets #veiled secrets #one shot

[gunilslaugh]

There's No Us Anymore

Lee Jooyeon

Summary: You and Jooyeon used to be best friends, but now you can’t even talk to him.

WC:1.4k

Warning:grammar, angst (no happy ending)

photo not mine credits to owner.

If someone told you two years ago that you’d be avoiding Jooyeon, you would’ve never believed them. What could have possibly happened to make you avoid your best friend? Jooyeon kissing you, telling you that he loves you. Only to turn around the next day and say that it was all a mistake. He was wrong, he doesn’t love you like that and he regrets kissing you.

You and Jooyeon went from best friends to lovers to strangers all in the span of twenty-four hours. Although you can’t be complete strangers since you share the same friend group. You still see each other at group hangouts, but you don’t talk. The two of you can hardly look at one another. Gunil, Jungsu, Jiseok, Seungmin and Hyeongjun all try their best to keep business as usual, but it’s undeniable that yours and Jooyeons’ fallout has created a lot of tension. It feels like there’s a cold war going on between you and Jooyeon. The members wish the two of you could work things out, but given the fact that it’s been five months since your guys' fallout or what they call it, the great pod break (you and Jooyeon were often referred to as two peas in a pod.) and neither of you will even stand within three feet of the other they’re beginning to give up hope. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk to him?” Seungmin asks. The both of you are currently hanging out in your room doing a puzzle. You quickly got annoyed letting out a frustrated sigh.

“If someone told you that them saying they love you and kissing you was a mistake. That they don’t love you. They regret kissing you. Would you want to talk to them?” You retorted. 

“I understand why you’re so upset. You have the right to be, what he did was horrible, but do you really want to throw away your friendship? You guys were best friends. The type of best friends people wished they had. You miss that don’t you?” Seungmin questions. 

Of course you miss your friendship with Jooyeon. It was one of the most important things to you, but it’s gone now. Even if you did talk to Jooyeon and sort things out your friendship would never be the same. It’s only a memory of the past now. You’ll remember it fondly and you’re grateful to have had it. It breaks your heart that you’ll never have again.

“Yes, I miss it. I miss it terribly, but that friendship is gone, Seungmin,” you say.

“So you’ll just continue like this forever?” His voice is hushed. You know this is hard on Seungmin, it’s hard for everyone. A part of you feels like maybe you are being a bit stubborn. Maybe you should try to talk to Jooyeon. However despite the fact that it’s been six months since it happened the wound on your heart is still as fresh as the day it happened. That’s what makes you avoid talking to Jooyeon. You know that it would just result in another fight. 

“I’m sorry. I know that we made everything awkward. I can just stop coming to group hangouts, so you guys don’t have to walk on eggshells,” you told him. They were originally Jooyeon’s friends first anyway. It wouldn’t be fair to make Jooyeon be the one that’s left out.

“We don’t want that y/n,” Seungmin quickly states. 

“You want me and Jooyeon to be friends again, but there’s no me and Jooyeon anymore,” you pointed. “I get that you’re just trying to help Seungmin, but if you’re gonna keep talking about this just go home. I’m done talking about it,” you tell him. The puzzle was long forgotten anyway, you got up from your floor and moved to sit on your bed.

“Wanna watch a movie then?” Seungmin asks, sitting next to you on your bed. 

The next group hangout was at their dorm and it was going as the new normal, with you and Jooyeon staying on opposite ends of each other. At least that was until Jooyeon approached you. 

“Can we talk please?” His eyes were filled with desperation. 

“About what?” you said coldly. 

“I want to apologize and explain,” he can’t look you in the eyes.

“Fine,” is all you say. Jooyeon leads you both to his room for some privacy. It’s weird his room looks no different than the last time that you saw it, yet being in it feels really foreign. 

“I miss you y/n, I miss us,” Jooyeon states. You scoffed, almost rolling your eyes.

“There’s no us anymore,” your words were harsh. “Us ended seven months ago when you-” the words got caught in your tightening throat.

“I regret what I did everyday, y/n. I know what I did was wrong and horrible and I beat myself up for it all the time,” he reveals. Tears are spilling from his eyes. He reaches out for your hands, but you pull away.

“Then why did you do it?” You raised your voice. “You knew how I felt about you Jooyeon and then you did that. Just to play with feelings? You were bored that night? Why?” You couldn’t control your anger. 

“I never wanted to hurt you y/n. I love you, I do, but-” Jooyeon sobbing at this point. Tears are falling from your eyes as well. 

“It was a mistake. You regret kissing me,” you reiterated his words from that day.

“When I said I regret kissing you I meant because I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have done anything I did that night,” Jooyeon tried to explain.

“Then why did you?” You cried out.

“It was true. What I said that night was true. I love you,” again Jooyeon reaches out for your hands, this time you let him.

“Then why was it a mistake?” Your voice has gone soft. It’s full of vulnerability. 

“I can’t be the man you need. As much as I want to be I know I’d only end up hurting you, just like I did. We’re better off as friends,” Jooyeon voices.

“I don’t think I can be friends after this,” you pull your hands from his and move away from him.

“Y/n, please! Don’t leave me please. I need you, I don’t know how to live without you,” Jooyeon begs as he halts you in a backhug. 

“You’ll learn how to. Being around you hurts too much now Jooyeon. I’m sorry, but I can’t. Please let me go,” you try to pull his arms off you, but he only holds you tighter. 

“No, y/n we can work something out. Don’t leave me,” Jooyeon pleads, you can feel his tears hitting your shoulder and the shaking of his breaths.

“Don’t make this harder Jooyeon. It doesn’t have to be forever, but I need space to myself. I need to figure things out. I need to be away from you,” this time you're successful in pulling his arms from your frame. I’m sorry Jooyeon. I love you,” are the last words you say before walking out of his room and rushing from the dorm. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Wait!” Seungmin calls after you, chasing you down the hallway. You turned to face him. 

“Seungmin please don’t. Jooyeon needs you guys right now, so go to him,” you tell him. Tears are still running down your face.

“What about you?” He asks, concerned.

“I’ll be fine. I’m sorry things turned out this way. Thank you for being my friend. I’m thankful for all of you guys. Take care of Jooyeon and yourselves,”

“Y/n that sounds like-” Seungmin begins to say.

“Goodbye,” you cut him off. You bring up a hand wiping away your tears and put on a smile. “Maybe we’ll meet again another day. After I’ve healed and grown, but until then, goodbye. Tell the others I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to tell them. I wish you all well and I’m sorry,” you turned back around and walked away. Seungmin’s now crying too. He knows you're not coming back. Seungmin trudges back into the dorm. He finds the members comforting Jooyeon in his room. They look up and see Seungmins state. All Seungmin does is shake his head and now they know too, you’re gone. There was not a dry eye left in the dorm. There was no more you and Jooyeon. There was no more you and Xdinary Heroes. There truly was no “us” anymore. 

A/N: I'm sorry for two angst posts in a row. I was gonna write fluff today, but then my favorite character on the show I'm currently watching got killed and I wasn't the mood to write fluff anymore. This is the outcome.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh jooyeon #jooyeon x reader

[dude-ihavenoidea]

HELL IS EMPTY

ALL THE DEMONS ARE HERE

Wanda is the Scarlet Witch. After going through the heartbreak of losing her perfect fake life, she cannot settle down with just a real and empty one. Wishing for all that should be impossible to have – it’s just not the most safe choice to make, or the most healthy life to fantasize about, but for her, it’s not a choice at all. Her children. Her boys. They are the last and only source of happiness remaining in her life. And Wanda want… WILL… have them back. She will destroy whatever it takes. Kill whomever is in her way.

But there’s consequences. The living and breathing embodiment of a nightmare, created by the decisions of no one other than the Scarlet Witch herself. All that Wanda should have predict, and all that she will never forget.

They are equals – with a destructive mind and the power to end it all. Two sides of the same blood stained coin.

Warning ⚠️ ⚠️ This story will contain talks of depression, anxiety, grief, gruesome murder and other sensitive topics. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

A/N: DOCTOR STRANGE: MoM SPOILERS! I intend to make this a small series, after seeing the movie I just could not stop thinking about it.

English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes. Sorry!

Anyway, enjoy!

Part 01

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Doctor Strange used to be happy. After the last fill months, the blip and the battle against the Mad Tyrant – Thanos, things have not looked as bright as they used to. Sure, they haven’t for a while now. Being someone devoted to his responsibilities just as extraordinary as he’s abilities – things can get… complicated. Maintaining a personal life is just as hard as any mission to safe the entire universe.

The woman he loved just got married.

Five years away, it was hard to keep up with things. But, married? Getting the invitation felt like a slap to the face. Watching the ceremony imagining himself standing in the altar, waiting anxiously for the love of his life, and then, waking up from the day dreaming with a smiley and giggly ‘I do’, said by man who should be him? Yeah, things were not looking great.

And they just went downhill…

Fighting in the street with a giant, slimy monster that destroyed a dozen of cars, a bus, the whole side of a building and then a few stop lights just to get to this one teenager. The same one that not only stole his ring, and tried to run away with it, but confirmed that his recent nightmares are real –, lives from different universes.

By the time one in the afternoon round up in his beaten up clock, Strange had already seen a corpse of himself. Witch he buried illegally, in the ground of the top the building. And by the next morning he had dozens of friends and fellow sorcerers dead. All littering the floors of the supposed to be sacred and untouched land of Kamar-Taj. The closest thing he had to call home. Destroyed.

It was a lot to deal with just so little time.

To make things even better, people kept asking him if he was happy. Like, come on. Were they joking? Could they not see by the tiredness in his eyes, small cuts and bruises in he’s face, and all the small little red flags on he’s demeanor that, in fact, Doctor Strange was just a bad decision away from fucking everything up?

America could. The scared, yet though looking teenager seemed to be the exception. Besides, of course, Wong. America could see that this Strange was still trying to make everything right, even when he actually wasn’t. That was the proof needed. He was different. This Steven Strange was different. Not a version that would betray her in the last moment out of despair, and try to absorb her powers just like the monsters chasing her between worlds.

This version of Strange was no perfect man, he was actually far from it. And this imperfections shaped he’s will to do the right thing, even if it is the hardest one. Just like he had done once, against Thanos.

Ghosts from the past, haunt the future. It’s everyone’s choice to decide if they will forever control their minds, or not. Strange choose no. But only if everyone choose the same. Maybe universes wouldn’t be stuck between the war of grief.

The idea was simple enough. After almost dying – again –, and Wanda losing the dark hold, the duo knew that getting the damn book and keeping it away from her, was the right thing to do. Or at least, the only chance they had at the moment. So, America jumped them into another universe, and they landed in the most depressing place they’ve ever seen.

A home. Clean enough to let them know that someone lived here, but without furniture. Just a hollow, black and white prison – it was as the colors had ran away, something out of an old movie. America felt something wrong in the air, Steven walked carefully. They could cut the tension with a knife.

Wisely, America stood behind. Watching the flanks while Steven keeps his eyes glued to the end of the hallway. This weird felling in his chest alerting him to get ready. Someone was there, waiting in the living room. The top of his cape standing at the sides of his face protectively.

They round the hallway, foot squishing the old looking white carpet and stopped. Not even a single move. America was so tense that she couldn’t even breath. The silence was deafening, and made both feel like they were not where they supposed too.

A couple of pictures, framed, stud alone in the floor showered by the faded light of the window. No, this place is private. It’s story was melancholic, saddening. The whole atmosphere felt like screaming them to leave. Run away and never came back. To not let its dark history to overcome their minds and control their reason.

In the corner of the squared living room, a woman.

Hair a bit tangled, face red with tears that she didn’t have anymore. The sadness in her eyes made America flinch, and Strange realize that pain could hurt even more than what he already knew. It scared him. To have the proof that someone can go far beyond hell and just, keep going. Stumbling in search of something. Anything at all.

She was seated in the only chair remaining in the house. No one lived with her anyway, she was alone. Silent, at first she could be easily taken by dead. But no, she was very much alive. Her body framed with this undulating warmth, dark like the most concrete shadow Strange has ever seen, and yet, alive like a fire. The color of her eyes pulsating out of the blackness surrounding it like ink, which could capture anyone’s attention. Similar to the intriguing dance of the waves in the sea.

Between her slim and long paled fingers, the Blackhold. Seemingly a lot less heavier than the chaos it’s pages could cause.

“Took you long enough”, she murmured with a raspy voice and extended her arm. The book waiting in the palm of her hand.

The cape moved in Strange’s shoulders, not liking how easy it seemed to be finally getting what they were looking for. Something so important, to be handed without a battle? America clenched her fists. Something seemed off.

Sensing the tension in the air, the woman waved a hand. The empty house changed, Strange expected dead apple trees, red angry skies and dark clouds with the smell of dark magic lurking around, like it was alive and waiting to pounce. Instead, he sees nothing. Just darkness, a feel itches of water above the ground and the lonely shine of a light far up, pale and faded like the light of the sun before. Around them, no walls, no view. It felt like the bottom of the ocean, he could actually sense the numbness touch he’s skin like an unwanted hug.

“Better?”, she asked without really wanting to know the answer. Strange just looked at her, obviously uncomfortable. America keep looking in to the darkness, felling anxious and paranoid. She could swear that something would run at them any moment now. “There’s nothing there”, the teenager looked to her surprised. Did she just read my mind?

“It’s a projection. All you see… It can’t hurt you now, it’s… it’s in the past…”, America frowned even more. “Now, take the damn book”.

“You’ll just give it to us. Just like that”, she doubted it.

“No. I expect something in return”, the ominous woman denied and Strange prepared himself for a fight. “I want a ride”, she said.

He blinked, looked to America and back at her, like she just talked to him in Spanish. “I’m sorry, what?”. The woman took a deep breath and slouched in her chair. Her dark eyes moving to America with a sense of obviousness that made them realize exactly what she wanted. “You want to go to another universe”.

“Yes”, she responded easily.

“Why? You don’t want to get your imaginary kids back to, right?”, Strange said with exhaustion. Having no idea who this woman was, and being way too stressed with the treat of a collapsing multiverse to care.

She took a long and calming breath. The darkness around them came to life with a low rumble that both could fill vibrating in their ribs, like it could squeeze the air out of their lungs and pop their hearts faster than they could feel the pain.

“They may not be real in your reality, but in this one… they were”, her voice cracked a bit, a dangerous mix of loss and rage that felt almost the same as Wanda’s.

Past sentence. America hated the felling creeping in her chest, almost freezing her in place again. The woman closed her eyes and the darkness dissipated to let the hollow home show around them. No bright colors, no happiness, the felling in the air was the same, but the view changed.

She looked to the left, guiding them both to the couple of pictures. Broken glass and damaged framing, but the color in the printing was far more alive than anything else in there. Even her. Big smiles and bright brunet hair. Two boys playing in the yard with a ball, Wanda seemed to call them both back home. The sun shining in the sky, no clouds, just the never ending blue above the front of that same house.

The second one, was a little more simple. The woman had a book in her lap, eyes closed while Wanda kissed her forehead. Both of them cozy and warm under the blankets, and wearing matching weeding rings –, the silly secret of a random midnight conversation kept away from the world by a closed door. The vulnerability was different from the one visible now. Was a happy one, comfortable and safe.

“I don’t want them back”, she said after a minute of heavy silence, “I now how the multiverse works. They would not be mine…”, the broken little whisper felt like an iceberg in the air. “And, I know, that I don’t exist in other universes too. I… shouldn’t even exist in this one. I’m a flaw in the fabric of reality. Like a deviant, but different”.

“A what?”, America whispered. Strange shook his head.

“Who are you, and how do you know so much?”, the demanding tone in his voice almost cracked with a simple look. The darkness called him like power to the weak and penetrated the skin. Steven got goosebumps immediately. She wasn’t even trying to look in to his head, so what in the hell was he felling?

Silence. She just kept looking until it became almost too much.

“If you don’t want them back… then what is it, exactly?” America questioned hurriedly, trying not to stare, sensing the cold breath of air running down her spine. Strange was afraid to, more than she had seen with Wanda.

The duo stud tense. Tiny little orbs of dust danced in the air between them. The silence muffled their ears. Strange could easily count to America’s heartbeat, drumming furiously while they both tried to figure out if that was the right moment to pick up the book and run.

“My name, is Y/n Maximoff. Widow… Widow of Wanda Maximoff”, she controlled the urge of crying like every time she thinks about it.

America’s eyes bulged, Steven swallowed thickly. That was not good. A million dangerous questions started running in their brains as they waited for the answers.

“I know a lot of things”, she continued tiredly, “I learned them when I was a little kid. The blood that runs in my family is ancient and… powerful”, the way she choose her words was flawless. The slight accent was European and very recognizable.

“Are we in Sokovia?”, Strange asked more to himself than any other.

“Yes”, she said dryly.

America clenched her fists; waiting for the answer of the most important question in her mind, like it would be the last piece of the puzzle. The last bit of information that would say if this woman was an ally or just another extremely dangerous enemy. The Darkhold still in her hands, looking even more intimidating then it used to be in Wanda’s.

When Y/n opened her mouth, she turned out to be both.

“I want her dead”.

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[opalofoctober]

you know what, I wanna gush even more about puss in boots: the last wish (spoilers below!)

it wasn't afraid to play around with fairytale (and nursery rhyme) lore and made something with it (goldilocks and the bears are a found family, Jack horner was an greedy power-hungry capitalist)

it took a page from spiderverse and made the visuals look like something out of a painting along with its blink-and-you'll-miss vfx, a nice change of pace from all the photorealistic animated movies as of late

Perrito felt like a natural addition to the franchise, challenging Puss and Kitty's cynical outlook on the world

Death the wolf was such a chilling antagonist, easily one of the most terrifying villains I've seen since the Beast from Over The Garden Wall (not to mention his simple but fantastic design)

the voice acting was absolutely stellar. just. chef's kiss

THE FIGHT SCENES MY LORD. each one felt unique and never felt like it dragged on. on top of that, I nearly went crazy each time when the frame rate dropped and the movement started getting choppy

the music is also fantastic. I appreciate the callbacks to the leimotifs for the infamous puppy dog eyes bit (cat eyes? kitty cat eyes?) and when they approach far far away at the end

and weirdly enough? this movie is inspiring me to create. I want to make something as equally as marvelous as this movie, be it art, animation, writing, or hell, even voice acting. sure, I'm already on my third year of college with no experience in those fields, but I'm reminded of how fun and rewarding it is to bring my creative visions to life when I was younger. funny enough, my dream job was to be an author when I was a kid. I'm reminded that I want to tell stories. I don't want to sit on the sidelines any longer; I want to create.

in conclusion: this movie is going to be on my brain for forever and I beg you to watch it

#opal talks #puss in boots #puss in boots the last wish

[mcx7demonbros]

Obey Me! 8th Brother Series

Ft: You the 8th Brother, Seven Demon Brothers, Side Characters

Warning: Y/N is male and a teenager (both physically and mentally)

Inspiration: The Eighth Brother, by byawji

PART 1

Several centuries had passed since the end of the Great Celestial War, with Lucifer and his brothers losing the battle and fell from grace, expelled from Heaven for eternity, never to come back. Father - Creator of both angel and human, created you - Y/N. You were created from the materials Father had used to create Lucifer and his brothers before, so you are their new youngest brother, without your or their knowledge. And Father loves you dearly, he gave you the love which he had had for the brothers before their Fall to you.

On Celestial Realm, you are like a little brothers to the Archangels, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, etc. You are also very close to two other angels. Simeon - an Archangel whom you also consider your big brother, and Luke, who is technically your nephew, but you treat each other as BFF.

As you grew up, your fascination for human also grew. Multiple times you went to Human Realm to enjoy human things, like watching anime or a movie, playing at the amusement park, reading Tales of Seven Lords by Christopher Peugeot, who is none other than Simeon. Of course, your other big brothers, the Archangels, knew about your adventures, with Father’s permission, they created a human identity for you. Father also made a veil covering your identity, so no human or demon could ever know about you when you are in the Human Realm to cause you harm.

You thought your life would be peaceful like that forever. But fate has many surprises.

…

Where am I? You opened your eyes and found your eyes in a court-like room, and several men were looking at you.

“Welcome to the Devildom, Y/N.” the red-haired man seating on the Chief Judge’s seat spoke. His voice was loud and clear.

“Devildom…demons…get away from me!” you panicked.

“Calm down, Y/N. We wish you no harm.”

“Who are you? And what do you want?” you asked.

“My name’s Diavolo. And I’m the ruler of all demons. One day, I will be crowned king of the Devildom. As for why you are here,…”

“Let me take it from here, Diavolo.”

You were startled to see a black-haired demon appearing next to you.

“Y/N, this is Lucifer, my right-hand-man, and not just in title,…”

All of those demons presented in the room were taken aback. You and Lucifer were looking straight at each other in the eyes,…and you both…cried.

What’s this feeling? I feel like I have been reunited with a family member I have lost from long ago. You couldn’t stop the tears flowing from your eyes.

“This…” even the powerful Diavolo was flabbergasted ”Lucifer, I think you should take Y/N back to the House of Lamentation first. The explaining should be after Y/N has taken his rest.”

“I also think the same.” Lucifer wiped the tear drop on his cheek. ”Let’s go, Y/N.”

👼👼👼

“Wh…what do you mean Y/N has disappeared?” Michael asked the two angel guards.

“Y/N was in his apartment in the Human Realm and we suddenly couldn’t feel his presence anymore.” one of the two guards recounted the story.

“Could it be the Devildom?” Gabriel told everyone his suspicion.

“No, that shouldn’t be possible. The exchange program has just begun. Any harm to Y/N or any other angel would damage his reputation and bring another war upon the Three Realms.” this time Uriel raised his voice.

“Plus, no demon could know Y/N’s true identity is an angel, including that time demon Barbatos. No creature could peek through Father’s veil, unless Father or Y/N revealed it themselves.” Selaphiel agreed with Uriel.

“We couldn’t rule out the possibility that Diavolo was behind this, precisely because he doesn’t know Y/N to be an angel.” Metatron raised his hand and voiced his opinion.

“What do you mean by that?” Raphael asked.

“Very simple. There are two human exchange students, one of whom we know for sure to be Solomon, while the other one hasn’t been announced to us yet. So there’s a possibility that Y/N…”

“Lord Archangels!” before Metatron could finish explaining, another angel appeared in the room.

Michael nodded to the newly-arrived angel, indicating he approved for him to speak.

“Diavolo had a demon sent us the files of the second exchange student.”

“Hand it to me.”

The angel handed the files to Uriel, whose face immediately became grim.

“The second exchange student is Y/N. It seems that they think Y/N is a human.” Uriel handed the files to Michael.

“Well, it seems that my theory is proven to be correct.” Metatron chuckled.

“It’s no time to be happy that your theory is right, Metatron.” Gabriel sighed.

“We have to go to Devildom to save Y/N from those filthy, beast-like demons.” Selaphiel slammed his hand on the table.

“Let me go get my spear.” Raphael already stood up from his seat.

“Alright, let’s go. The Devildom will taste the wrath of Celestial Realm if they refuse to give Y/N back.” Michael said after every other Archangels had agreed to go save you.

“Mi-cha-el”

“Father!!!”

“We will keep Y/N from sin. No evil shall befall him.”

“…Father has spoken. Don’t send the angelic troops. Father will take care of Y/N.” Michael sighed in relief.

“But we can’t just stay here and do nothing.”

“I agree with Selaphiel, we don’t want to feel…useless. Y/N is such a good kid. We want to help him in some ways.” Gabriel looked at Michael.

😈😈😈

“How is he, Asmodeus?” Lucifer asked the fifth eldest the moment he saw him walk out of your room.

“…It’s weird.”

“What do you mean?”

“My charm does not work on Y/N. I tried to calm him down but to no avail.”

“But why did you cry?” Satan pointed to the tear on Asmo’s cheek.

“…The moment I saw Y/N, I felt like I had been reunited with an endearing family member.”

Satan did not reply, but nodded, indicating he felt the same.

“Same here.” Levi put his hand on his chest.

“I felt like Y/N is someone I needed to protect.” Beel ignored all the food to join in the conversation.

“Y/N’s like…a younger brother.” Mammon looked at Lucifer, like asking if he felt the same, even though Mammon already had the answer.

“I-“

“Lucifer?”

“No it can’t be.”

“What ’can’t be’?”

“I felt that Father just walked past us…but that’s impossible. This is Devildom.” Lucifer turned into his demon form. His hatred for Father is enormous.

…

You were sitting on the bed of what they had told you to be your room during your stay here.

“*sob*…*sob*…just let me go home, you demons…*sob*…Father, help me.”

“Y/N”

“Father!?”

“Fear not, for I am with you. I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

And you suddenly felt more confidence, and all fear dissipated, it was like those demons couldn’t do anything to you.

“Father, may I ask you one question?”

“Yes”

“When I met those demons, I mean Lucifer and others. I…I feel like they’re my long-lost family members, a…and my chest hurt. What does that mean?”

“Once, there were six princes and one princess living together happily with their other brothers and sisters and their Father who created them in His Celestial kingdom. One day, their Father called all of them to his garden and told them not to give the fruit in his garden to any mortal, because it would change a human’s lifespan and create many evil consequences.

Misfortune soon befell the princess. She fell in love with a mortal man, who fell ill and was on the verge of death. A serpent appeared and told the princess ”Give your lover the fruit from your Father’s garden and your lover will live.” The princess did as the serpent said, she forgot that if her lover died, they would be reunited in her Father’s kingdom. The consequences for sin is death. The six princes wanted to prevent the death of their sister, so they revolted against their Father, hoping that if their Father was overthrown, the Heavenly Principles set up by Him would collapse, and their sister would live.

The six princes suffered a miserable defeat, their sister perished in the war, and they were expelled by their Father from the Celestial kingdom to the Kingdom of Darkness below. Years later, they emerged victorious over other denizens of darkness, becoming the Kingdom of Darkness’s new rulers, serving only the Prince of Darkness.

Several centuries later, the Father of the princes and the princess created another Prince, who’s the new youngest brother of the fallen heirs of the Celestial Kingdom. He soon became the Celestial kingdom’s most beloved prince. He never knows about the existence of his brothers and sister, nor they know about his.”

Hope you guys like it.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me 8th brother

[shippingfangirl013]

Getting older sucks.

It’s “I made my first friend in that elementary school classroom,”

And “I used to sit on those swings with my first childhood friend, playing make-believe and talking about the newest movie we wanted to go see,”

It’s “I used to get off the bus with you after school and stay at your house every other night because I didn’t want what my parents were having for dinner,”

It’s “We used to have sleepovers in my room, and I remember that I loved going to your house because it meant playing with our American Girl dolls. We’re in the same family, but I saw you more than half my friends sometimes. I miss seeing you now, even though we only live 10 minutes away, it still feels like the years have crept between us.”

And “We met in 4th grade, but I’ve known you all my life. You knew my first crush and I knew yours. You loved Sam Winchester and I loved Dean. We sat on the benches at recess, reading books about Helen Keller and talking about how excited we were to play the violin next year. Gavin always went on about how he loved some tv show with monsters off of Cartoon Network while we read. You loved One Direction, Harry Styles was your first love, I’m sorry for that fight we had in 7th grade, I was an asshole and I hope you know that I love you, I wish you never dealt with half the shit life has thrown at you, I’m sorry that I was too young to understand how to handle the sinking grief that you went through in 8th grade, I promise you that I would take it all away if I could, I’m sorry for ignoring you when you told me my first serious boyfriend wasn’t actually a nice guy. I should have listened to you. I’m sorry I let him get between us.”

It’s “you were mean to me, but I miss you. We were young, but I don’t think that you’re a bad person anymore. I loved your art and I hope you still create wondrous works. You inspired me to start drawing, and I’m grateful for that. I miss watching Dan and Phil with you, and Michael Clifford will always remind me of you. Thank you for sitting next to me in the classes we had together, I’m glad we had lunch together too, I felt less alone eating crappy high school lunches with you before Spanish class. I hope you’re doing okay, and I know we talk from time to time, but I miss seeing your face.”

And “I loved you. You broke me. I have nothing to say to you for what you did to me, but I remember the way that your freckles danced around your face, curving upwards towards the sun when you smiled that lopsided grin at me. We were young and stupid, and I thought that was what love was. I know that I was mean to you too, and I want you to know that I’m sorry for that. I wanted forever with you, I didn’t even know you, I loved you, but even the brightest blaze of fire can turn cold in the dampened wet of winter.”

It’s “I met you in college, but you are someone who has never hurt me. Your laughter is like the musical notes you play on the flute, you are sharp and witty and I’d go to the ends of the world with you, only if you wanted to. We survived freshman year together. You handed me Kleenex at 3 am and held my hair back when I got too drunk. You walked me home with some of our friends, and you asked me to look at a magazine after the party and I said that there were people dancing on a trifle cake. You showed me a photo of a Bundt cake with raspberries on top the next morning. You helped me study, even when I was a pain in the ass, and you’ve made me laugh when I’d much rather cry. We rode horses together on weekends when we had time. You helped me get through one of the worst breakups I’ve ever had. I’ve cried on your shoulder more times than I can count, we’ve had more movie nights with friends in the dorms than I can remember. I’m grateful that I always had a travel buddy when it came time to go home for Winter Break. Two hours goes by much quicker when you’re screaming the soundtrack of Frozen II in the car. You reminded me that I’m a good person. You remind me of that a lot, and even though I know that I can be exhausting and hard to handle, you’re always there to lend an ear or offer advice, and if I just need support, I know I can count on you. We always stayed up late on your birthday, midnights during finals week were never boring when your mom sent you a package to open, every item wrapped with care, because she wanted you to celebrate even if you weren’t home yet. You love dragons, and I’m awful at drawing them, but I drew one for you anyways. I’m glad we had an apartment our senior year. I hate that we live 8 hours away. Thank you for introducing me to Mikayla. I’m sorry about the fights that we’ve had. I’m grateful to you and Mikayla for showing me what healthy friendship is.”

And “I’ve known you since 8th grade but we’ve never met in person. I think about you all the time. I’m proud of who you’ve become. Thank you for being such an amazing friend. You’re such an inspiration to me. I wish we lived closer, I wish I could come visit.”

It’s “I haven’t talked to you in a while. We FaceTimed every day after school in high school. You’re engaged now, and I’m so happy for you. I hope he treats you well, I’m sorry I live so far away, I want you to have everything you want in life. I came to your graduation party, I was so excited when you came to my house and surprised me. I miss you, I hope you’re doing okay. I know I’m awful at texting back, I need to text you more.”

And “I read your eulogy at your service. I hope I did right by you. I wanted to honor your memory, and somehow, the right words came to me after crying over blank paper for hours. I hate that you’re gone. I hate that I can’t talk to you anymore. I don’t know how to live without you.

(How do I live without you?)

I hope I honored you and your memory with what I wrote. . . I hope everyone knows how much I love and miss you. I hope you know how much I love you. If there is a Heaven, say hi to Molly and Monica for me. Say hi to Mavi and Bear and Precious too. I listen to Taylor Swift all of the time now. I listen to One Direction too.

You were my first real friend. And that’s not to say I didn’t have friends before, but you were the first that stuck around. It was like Lilo and Stitch, times two. We found each other and became friends, and then in 4th grade, I picked Sam to become friends with… and then we were a trio. I remember all of the trouble we got into… it feels like yesterday.

(God, how I wish it were yesterday, because then you’d still be here.)

Your grandparents cried when I came over to pick up your stuff. I cried when your grandma gave me your Ron Jon’s hat and that stupid scarf you always wore and damn near strangled me with when we would wrestle with one another. I hugged your cat Harley for you, I wish I had been able to visit your house more. You always wanted to come to mine, and I never knew why, but “your house is more fun than mine,” always came the reply. I never quite believed that, but I didn’t push you.

I started watching Golden Girls, it makes me think of you. Kally is getting older now too, she’s 16, I know that when we were younger, we joked that cats that old went to Star Clan. I hope she goes to live out the rest of her days with you up there, at least I know she’ll be loved and looked after when it’s her time to rest. You were supposed to be in my wedding, but as it stands now, that will be a long ways away.

Life is odd, and it’s always changing, and you of all people, know how much I hate change. (How do I keep living when I’ve lost so many people that I once cared for?)

How do my grandparents do it? Losing friends they’ve known for years? How does anyone do it? Living without the people you thought you’d never lose is the worst feeling ever, and I’m scared to live if it means that everyone I care for could die tomorrow.

I’m glad you were able to love someone and that he was able to love you in return. You deserved a lifetime of happiness. I hope that he knows you passed on, I tried to contact him, but I never asked you for a name.

I can’t sleep some nights knowing that I was the last person you willingly called at 2 in the morning. I hope you can forgive me for not picking up. I miss you more than words can say.

(Do you think if I had been there for you, things would be different? Would you still be here if we hadn’t drifted apart in high school?)

I wish we hadn’t drifted apart in high school.

I wish things didn’t have to end, I wish someone could invent a way to tell when things would come to an end, so I could cling to it more tightly, telling those people how much I love them, how important they are in my life, and how much I loathe change. . .

I wish I never had to read your eulogy. It was the second hardest thing I’ve ever done, missing you, grieving you. . . That’s the first.”

~ a short collection of the people I’ve loved

(This doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of other new friends that I have and love right now, because I’m lucky to have so many people that care about me & I’m lucky to be able to care about them and get to know them as well.

This just… needed to come out tonight.

And I didn’t really include family in this, but I was more-so focused on friends that I’ve had and lost over the years.)

#personal #poetry #poetry kinda? #grief #I’m writing this after getting off the phone with Amber (my college bestie) #i hate emotions #I hate getting older #I know that everyone has grief but I feel like there’s a point where you just loose more people than you ever imagined and it begins to wear #you down… I know mine has worn me down. #it’s a hard weight to carry that’s for damn sure

[the-sappho-of-lesbos]

I'm so lonely, I'm afraid I'm forever going to be like this and I'm going to be that lonely person who always goes and sits to restaurants and pubs alone :( also I can relate sm to your last post, I don't how to create bonds with people, always been isolated at home with my family so I guess that's why. Anyway I think you seem like would make a very good friend

Anon I’m so sorry you are going through this and feeling all these horrible emotions. And I’m sorry I can’t take that away from you. But just know I hear you 💕💕 you aren’t screaming into nothing. I hear you and I know this must be so hard for you. I wish you didn’t have to go through it.

This is kind of unsolicited positivity so you can ignore it if that’s not working with the headspace you are in right now. And I know I might be a little biased since I do it as well. But genuinely I think there is nothing more amazing then someone who can go to a place they want to by themselves. You aren’t waiting for others to catch up to live life. You are doing what you want because you can! I have never once seen a person alone at a movie theatre or just event in general and thought badly of them. At the worst I don’t even really notice it - at the best I think either , yay you’re just like me! Or wow, I’m so proud of you and I hope you are having a good time. I’ve gone to pop culture conventions all by myself. I’ve gone to the movies by myself. Gone to bookstores by myself. I did a whole trip into the city one time because I want to go to a bunch of different second hand bookstores. I took my little stroller and just went! I know it’s so hard to not have people to do things with. I’m fully 100% there with. Sometimes my biggest dream in life is just having a GF to take to places we enjoy so we can be happy and build memories together. So please don’t think I’m trying to dismiss that pain and longing. But I think that’s so amazing that you are making those memories for YOU. And that’s genuinely so amazing and I’m so proud of you. I really am 💕💕 And I hope one day you get to meet someone who can share all yo solo adventure stories with. Who knows, it might be with a fellow lonely traveller one day 💕

And that’s so sweet of you to say 🥺🥺 thank you so much. 💕💕 I think you would make an absolutely wonderful friend that anyone would be so lucky to have. I know it’s hard and you shouldn’t have to be strong, but keep holding on and making those memories. Because you are still experiencing life and that’s so amazing. I’m genuinely proud of you and I know you’ve got this 💪💕💕💕

I hope you have a wonderful day and do something nice for yourself 💖

#asks #anon #answered

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#5

at the movies

Hermione told them about Dennis Creevy’s new movie because it was part memoir and “Ron cried for hours,” so they watched it and Draco cried all over Harry’s shoulder over what he wished he could say to his mother. Things like, “I wish I understood” and “I don’t know why you still love me” and “I don’t know why I still love you too, but I want you to know, I do.”

Last month Draco watched a movie with Pansy about two friends who fell apart when one fled to France during some war that wasn’t theirs. “I was seventeen. I didn’t have a choice,” the actress had said, her lower lip a tremble. Pansy sat unblinking at the screen, so still she must have been holding her breath. Later she said the movie was “interesting”, and Draco agreed. Then Pansy said, “Is that a new coat?”

Now Draco wondered what she was holding in, afraid to say. If she had let anything out, maybe he would have said, “It’s okay, I forgive you for leaving. I understand.” But she didn’t so Draco said it to the credits roll instead, after she went ahead to the toilet.

Draco was sick of having conversations with movies when the people he wanted to talk to most were sitting right next to him. He turned to Harry. He wanted to say, “I wish you understood me half as much as this stranger’s movie.” But of course he didn’t. Instead, he said, “I hate Dennis Creevy.”

202 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#4

Draco didn’t fancy waking up a portrait. Still, it could’ve be worse — he could’ve woken up cold, like he did in Azkaban. Or worse — he could’ve woken up seventeen again —

But all that was over. Now, he was, dead. A portrait. Free of prison and Father and everything but dimension. Candlelight warmed the oils of his cheeks. He sighed, exhaling the last breath of life, before peering beyond his frame.

A bespectacled man sat looking up at Draco from a green velvet chair, newspaper open in his lap. “Hello,” the man said. “I was wondering if you’ll ever wake up.”

for @drarrymicrofic: frame

204 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#3

And wasn't that nice, to own something long enough to fix it.

The little digital clock had been a wedding gift from Arthur. Draco had never seen a timepiece in the shape of an apple before, let alone one that winked away the minutes in big, blocky numbers. Holding it in his palm, it felt too much like holding a beating heart. And what of those minutes slipping between his fingers? How many did he have left — was he doing everything he could, to enjoy them? Was he going to regret today like he regretted the first twenty years of his life? 

The world got better before it got worse again. He gained a mother then lost a father — well, he couldn't make everyone happy. But then one of Father's old friends — one of the nastier ones — ran for Minister and won, beating Granger, and, well — what was he to do? He only had one ballot. It hurt if he thought ahead too much so he thought he would live in the present. Minute by minute until the minutes hurt too, so he went smaller, to the second, the half-second, the quarter. His whole life they said, think small. Live in the now. What can you do? You're only one person. Why think ahead when you could count the seconds instead.

The world got worse before it got better again. Almost before he knew it, it was summer, the kind of summer that sat heavy in his bones and time itself slowed; one minute blending into the next until the numbers faded completely off the little apple clock. Draco found it sitting dead on the shelf and the first thing he did was close his eyes. He breathed in very softly, his heart beat in his ears, building louder and louder until it crashed, like a wave, then washed away. What he felt was akin to relief, but more. It was like he was waking up from a deep hibernation. He could hear the birds now, and Harry, doing something in the garden, and his first thought was that if he died in this very moment he would die happy. And yet at the same time, his mind wandered outside, wanting more. He pictured the dahlias at their showiest; the peach tree, once a small specimen in Snape's study, now tall and bearing fruit. How grand the tree would grow in another ten years, gnarled branches like the whorls of gray that had already begun to take root in Harry's hair. Draco would be happy to die that day too, and the day after that, until the days blended into a lifetime, impossible to count.

Draco was at his desk when Harry came in later that afternoon. Granger was campaigning again, her relentlessly bushy hair all over the front page of the Prophet. "She's going to win this time, I know it," Draco said, looking up when he heard Harry's footsteps approach.

Harry held the broken clock in one hand and two batteries in the other. He turned the clock around and took out the old batteries before sliding in the new ones. Then he turned the clock back around again. The numbers flashed 00:00 before he set them to a time closer to but not quite "now". It was a few minutes slow. Draco didn't correct him. Together, they watched the minute blink forward. Then Harry said, "All better now, isn't it?", and he was right.

236 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#2

Another Halloween

Draco was already having a bad day when Harry Potter showed up at Pansy’s flat. Draco loved Pansy but she could be a pandering swot when it came to wanting people to like her. “I’m tired of fighting,” Pansy said when Draco accused her of selling out to the golden Gryffindicks. Then she said, “Ron does have a rather nice cock,” and fluttered her falsies at the oafish freckle from across the room.

“You’re disgusting,” Draco said. He readjusted his peridot jewel circlet and pointedly did not look five inches to Weasley’s left, at you-know-who. Not You-Know-Who, but you know who, that giant pillock who vanquished You-Know — oh never mind.

(Side note: isn’t it rather funny how vanquished is a euphemism for killed? As if utterly destroy the existence of something terrible was more palpable than simply killing it, though either would accomplish the task equally well.)

Pansy bristled, sneering. “I’m not the one pandering to Granger in the house-elf costume—”

“I’m not a house-elf, I’m a hot fantasy Tolkien elf!”

“—but you don’t see me shaming you for it. Be a pal for once, slap on a smile and help me get laid.” She said the final words behind gritted teeth, as the Golden Gryffinduo had begun ambling over.

“Nice party,” Weasley said. He was wearing a 100% polyester red M&M costume, except he’d flipped the costume upside down so the M was a W. Clever, for a Weasley. Clever particularly when standing next to Potter, who was dressed in the same vampire costume he had worn to Blaise’s party last year. Not that Draco kept tabs on what Potter wore. Merlin, no. Draco was about to say something snide just to accentuate the point (to himself), but then he noticed Potter was also looking at him. Rather intensely.

“What is it,” Draco said, tucking a nervous strand of hair behind his artificially pointy ears. “Have I got something—”

“Your ears are as pointy as your chin,” Potter said. Then he blushed. Which was so surprising that even human motormouth Pansy paused in what she was saying to Weasley (something about she’d bought every last plastic cauldron from Tesco’s). After a beat, she abruptly grabbed a freckled arm and said, “Come, let’s have you buy me a drink.”

“But they’re your punch cauldrons,” Weasley said, pointing to the plastic cauldrons that Draco and Pansy had filled only an hour earlier with promises of a good time (fruit punch and patron).

“You can Venmo me,” Pansy said. She led the man away with an exasperated glance back at Draco, who smirked at her until he realised she’d left him alone. With Potter. Who was still determinedly staring at Draco with a bewildered expression on his face.

“Are you high?” Draco asked. Harry—sorry, Potter—certainly looked high, but that could be from the red lights strobing over his face . The entire flat was lit up like a club, which was to say, not very lit at all (Pansy had read somewhere that red lighting not only diminished the appearance of pimples but also stoked libidos).

“I can’t get high,” Potter said.

“What?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s a weird side effect of dying and coming back to life. Something about the resurrection stone counters all poisons, and most drugs are unfortunately a form of poison—”

—but Draco was thinking about last Halloween, when they’d been drunk and Draco had blown him in Blaise’s bathroom, or the time when they’d smoked so much pink kush, Potter had said he loved Draco, but of course that couldn’t be true, because Harry (sorry, Potter) had been high, except he couldn’t get high because of course he couldn’t, he was Harry bloody Potter—

“I’m too sober for this conversation,” Draco said.

Potter smiled back, a little dumbly, mostly sad. That made Draco sad too, which was also sad.

“You sure you can’t get.. uh, intoxicated?” Draco asked.

“Not really, no.”

“Then why do you come to these things?”

Potter stared at Draco just long enough for Draco to realise he was a fool for asking. But Draco still couldn’t really believe that Harry would be interested in him. Then he thought — fuck it, it was Halloween. He’d believe anything once. So he said, “Want to get out of here?”

238 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

handsomer & handsomer still

"It's just a summer fling," Draco had told Pansy in June, but in January the weather turned a handsome silver and Harry handsomer still, his silhouette cutting across Draco's bedroom walls like an omen, a prophecy, except good. Wanted. Draco'd forgotten the word for the anticipation of good things, things that didn't rot or sour over time. His parents married for love but had long slept in separate bedrooms, and Draco never slept in another man's bed long enough to fall asleep; not before Harry, who was the exception of all exceptions in Draco's unexceptional life.

"The light is beautiful when it shines on you," Draco said when the sun dusted gold over Harry's dark lashes. Harry replied with something not funny enough to retell, and yet Draco couldn't stop laughing until Harry joined in too, and off they fell, down the rabbit hole into that weightless, belly-flipping kind of love.

470 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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[uniasus]

Wanted to pop by and tell you how much I enjoyed your fic! If you don't mind answering, I wondered what Allison's POV during the universe reset was like. How did she learn that the universe was reset again? Did she already notice things were different after it happened or did she have to be told of it? What was her reaction/thoughts about it?

I've been dreading this question, because I really have to figure it out.

And you know how I figure things out? I write them.

So here, have something I wrote for you tonight just to answer this ask.

Read Prove Me Worse on Ao3 (1.2K) or below.

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Allison goes to bed, snuggled in warm with Ray's legs tangled with hers. From outside creeps in the glow of the lights that line their driveway, a warm yellow and not intrusive, but soft and familiar. When she wakes, the glow is replaced with that of the sun, just peeking over the wall of the property.

She turns toward Ray, who even in his sleep pulls her closer. She kisses his cheek and tells herself five more minutes. She sighs, content with her life. Loving husband, adorable daughter. Successful career. It's a dream.

Eventually, she extracts herself from her husband. She has to go to the studio today, and driving into the city in the morning always takes forever in LA traffic.

She pads into Claire's room, she's already up and brushing her teeth, before heading down to the kitchen. Maria is already there, starting the coffee and Allison nods her thanks at the maid.

More evidence of her dream life, the money to have her own private staff. One maid, one chef who makes dinner nightly, two private drivers, and a small security staff. Oh, and the pool boy. He comes once a week.

She looks out the back window to the pool and remembers wading into a different one desperately reaching for Klaus.

Allison turns away and begs the coffee machine to hurry up.

She hasn't talked to her brothers in a year. Klaus had called her once, shortly after Reginald created this universe. He'd left a message on her voicemail, broken-hearted. "I hope it's worth it, Allison. Because you sacrificed a lot of us."

She's called him back, but no response.

Thing is, at the end of the day, sometimes she wonders if it was worth it. Once, she'd traded Ray for Claire. And now, she traded her brothers for her nuclear family. Did she wish it hadn't come at the expense of Luther? Yes. Did she wish Reginald had let her keep her powers? Yes.

Would she have made the same deal?

She doesn't know.

But, she thinks, she would have spared Harlan. She'll admit to being a bitch that night.

When she steps out of the car at the studio, the flashes of paparazzi cameras are bright. The blue-white of headlights, the activation of Viktor's powers. 

"Allison! Allison!" they shout, and it's so familiar she doesn't notice anything different about the morning. She flips her hair, gives a wave, and steps into the studio.

It's only once she's inside that she notices the familiar logo of Hargreeves Media is gone.

She's walked into a place called Veda Films.

Allison stops dead in the hallway and the assistant leading her turns.

"Did you need something?" she asks in a trembling voice. "Water? Coffee? We have some in the reading room."

"Rum," Allison says.

The assistant nibbles her lip. "I can ask-"

"No, no, don't worry about it. I was kidding." Allison flashes the girl a smile and continues on.

Veda Films Allison thinks.

She wants to pull out her phone to look something up, but there are other things about the world that are off as she and the rest of the cast of her new movie do a reading of the script. No one wears clothing with a stylized H. None of the businesses or brands in the script are a variant of Hargreeves.  

A quick google during a break confirms it. The Umbrella Academy exists. Viktor's book exists. They're back in 2019. Her 2019.

But Ray was here when she woke up. Her house is the same. Her career. Her staff.

It hits her. Her brothers went on a mission without her. Never even called. They took on Dad, and the Guardians, again. They've reset the universe. And they've done what she thought was impossible. They didn't make a trade. They made things better.

There are no articles about Ben's death.

She cries in the car back home. Thinks about that number she has saved for Klaus. Would he answer, this time? Can she have her brothers back?

Ray meets her at the door when she gets home. He's nervous, slightly scared, and Allison is instantly on alert.

"What is it?" she asks, trying to peer around her husband into the home.

"A man arrived today. He says he's your brother. But I don't recognize him."

"Which one?"

"Five."

She starts. Not the brother she expected.

"He's in the front room."

She kisses Ray's cheek in thanks, then walks in to greet her brother. She stops in the doorway.

There's a man in the room, not a teen, and his back is tense as he stares out the window. He shifts from foot to foot, antsy, eager to move, to do something, and when he turns to pace Allison gets a look at his face.

It could be Five. But it's the way he says her name that cements it.

"Allison." Cold. Frank. This is not a reunion call.

She gives him a quick once over. Last time Allison saw him, he was in a thirteen-year-old body and missing an arm. She knew he was alive, it'd been part of her deal with Reginald, but the person before her is a whole adult. Two arms. The beginning of wrinkles. A noticeable jaw line.

"Five," she breathes. "You look, you look good."

He scoffs, and again Allison thinks about how this time, without her, they made things better.

"I'm not here to catch up, Allison. You did a lot of shitty things. But I figured you noticed things were a little different this morning."

"You reset the universe."

He raises an eyebrow, impressed she's put that together. It's a little insulting he didn't think she could.

"Yes. We decided you get to keep your life. It's obviously important to you."

She swallows. Because it strikes her at that moment they didn't have to. If they reset the universe to 2019, they could haven't taken Ray. But they didn't.

"We got our own. We plan to live them. Made it so Ben didn't die. Nor Sloane. Dave. Harlan."

Allison flinches. "Luther?" she whispers.

Five cocks his head at her. "Respawned in Dad's universe. So he's been alive for the past year."

Oh. She…she hadn't known that. Relief floods through her as Five continues.

"Dad's dead. Thought you should know that. Also, Luther didn't go to the moon in this timeline, so don't mention anything about that to the press. Not that you've talked much about us to them the past year. You did pretty well distancing yourself from us."

"That can change."

Five snorts. That's a no from him, but Allison still has Klaus's number. Ben shouldn't hate her, right? She should apologize to Luther as well.

Five looks out the window again, and Allison places the frantic energy he's radiating. Her siblings might have reset the universe, but there's a snag. A problem that needs fixing.

"What is it?" she asks.

Five's mouth is a thin line, but from behind his teeth, he says. "Viktor hasn't checked in."

There's unexpected sorrow in the statement, and Allison thinks maybe there was a trade after all. A sacrifice, even.

"Enjoy the life he let you keep, Allison." Five blinks away.

She can't bring herself to call Klaus.  

#my spiraling self #make me your bomb #prove me worse #my fanfiction #wip #snippet #ask #nonny #tua #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #five hargreeves

[hollandorks]

EPILOGUE LET'S GO

First of all, I'm sad this part of the story is coming to an end. I've really enjoyed writing these little reviews (that are really just me reacting with my keyboard). And, I've loved the community that MOTN has built. Like 🦇 anon and I temporarily uniting against Lena. That was fun. And ❤ anon, I think it was, not understanding why we distrusted Lena (that heart emoji is supposed to be red. I don't know if it is. I'm typing this on my PC)

So, thank you, Shelby, for writing something so absolutely wonderful and creating this safe little corner of the internet where we all shit on Bruce Wayne for his stupidity, and for doing it with a beautiful fic.

Anyways, onto the final review *chugs what little is left of my glass of wine*

BRUCE WAYNE TO WED

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I wanted to do this–better,” he had said. Stuttered adorably as he continued, “I–I’m no good with saying how I feel. So all I’m going to say is that I love you and want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?” 

God, I wish my ex's half-hearted proposal was at least half as romantic as this—

THIS IS SO CUTE!

The character progression though! I'm sure there was still some degree of over-thinking, but look at that! He didn't jump off a roof or anything! He just said the thing he was feeling, despite being nervous and vulnerable, without going to extreme lengths to avoid the conversation!!! I'm so proud of him.

He’d beamed like a proud father and immediately gone for their most expensive bottle of champagne. Had cried when she’d asked if he’d walk her down the aisle and again when Bruce asked him to be the best man. 

Alfred deserves the entire motherfucking world and if we don't give it to him, I swear to god, I'm gonna steal Bruce's cape thingy and jump off the roof myself.

“Please don’t tell me that’s what I think it is,” Bruce said in her ear. He’d promised to keep her in the loop when he went out as Batman. Just in case. 

Okay, so first of all, I love the pacing of this epilogue and I love how I can follow how it's written as if it's the last ten minutes of a movie. Like it's trying to show you the conclusion in the most concise and cohesive way possible, and you're succeeding beautifully, Shelby.

Second of all, YES! CHAOS REIGNS FOREVER! Operation: Give Bruce premature grey hairs is a-go!

They had an agreement now–he trained her whenever he had time, brought her in when he needed help on cases, and had even gotten her a bulletproof vest to wear. He’d made her promise to stay disguised at all times, and even was in the process of making her a cowl of her own.

I KNEW IT! I knew she was gonna get a suit! I called it! And, yes, I know it's not technically a suit but it's close enough and I'm gonna consider it a win!

He huffed out a laugh. “You’re impossible.” 

Always have been, babe—

ignore the babe, it's the wine talking

she clipped the first guy with the Batmobile as she came tearing around the corner.

Some things never change, but what an upgrade! From a normal ass car to the batmobile! Good for her.

The Gotham Project is perfect for her. I'm proud of her.

If he didn’t want her to read something, or wanted her to wait while he processed it for a bit longer, he told her. She respected it. Understood that some things were harder for him than others. Never pushed, never snooped. 

We love healthy boundaries.

I also love how this showcases just how much they've learned, as a couple, to navigate those boundaries. Instead of them being far too rigid (*cough* Bruce *cough*), it's now an active conversation, where both of them are involved. They don't make decisions for each other or assume what the other is thinking. That's great.

“I’m driving,” y/n said as she practically skipped to the elevator. Her entire body was pleasantly warm. Bruce tried to steal the keys from her and sighed when she darted away. She was in the driver’s seat of the Batmobile before he could get in another protest.  

Again, with the childishness, I love it.

“Congratulations on the engagement, by the way,” Gordon said with a flash of a smile. He glanced at Bruce. “Looks like you were too slow, buddy.” 

LMAO

Not Gordon calling out Bruce's stupidity around the crush he has on his fiancee— I love to see it

Bruce tugged her closer. “Gordon’s invited to our wedding, huh?” 

We love the reader still not telling Bruce about slight changes of plans. But more than that, we love the reader forcing Bruce and Gordon to interact more. He needs more friends (he, being both of them).

A new day had begun.

I love it. I wonder if the sequel will have a name related to time too. And, if it does, will the time be literally be after the middle of the night? Like 4 AM? At Dawn? Noon? No idea.

Shelby, I've said it so many times already, but you really are amazing and you've written such a beautiful story. I love it so much and so does the entire community that you've cultivated. I love you, bestie. If you need me, you know where to find me!

Besides, I'm sure I'll keep talking anyways. It's a talent, how talkative I am. I'm sure I'll still send you asks somehow. I'll find some excuse, I'm sure.

⌨

No stop making me feel nostalgic right off the bat it's so rude 😭 I never imagined having a little army/ gang of emoji anons and it has been so fun 😩

Thank you, and all of the anons and readers and commenters, for making this experience so wonderful. I literally had no idea it'd be like this when I started posting.

Um excuse me ex's half hearted proposal??? I feel like I need the story for that one lmao

We love to see character development! Will he always be good at these things? No. He will probably jump off of a roof sometimes still. But not every time, and that's what matters. Growth!

Alfred does deserve the world. He is going to get it too! (Mostly because he's about to get like a whole blurb series)

Love that you enjoyed the pacing because I was nervous about it 🥺 thank you bestie 🥺

You did call it! She gets a suit! I don't think she's want like a costume like Bruce so that's why it's like this but! It still counts!

I really want to include a scene with her hitting a guy with a car in the sequel. Idk how I'm gonna do it but I want to.

Yes to healthy boundaries! That's something else that's so hot! (Will they regress a bit in the sequel? Probably. But at least they're learning.)

Couldn't help myself with the Gordon scene. He stole the show. The spirit of Jeffrey Wright's Gordon was whispering in my ear when I wrote it.

Speaking of the sequel!! Official title reveal coming today bestie 😉

Ugh. Why did you do this to me with the last bit of your ask, you're killing me 😭 I have loved this whole experience so much. I can't even put it into words.

Listen. Bestie. Listen. Just DM me. No one has to know we know each other. You can still send anons with the ⌨️ and I'll pretend we aren't DMing. Okay? Okay. Because we should be besties irl. I can already tell how fun you are and I know we'll get along. It can be our secret.

#asks #anon #motn spoilers #my bestie ⌨️ #⌨️ anon #⌨️

[panlight]

That scene with Bella and Eric is so cute and I really wish that we'd gotten more of the human friends in the books, rather than the films having to create most of their interactions whole cloth. :/

The question I keep coming back to is: what even was the POINT of the human kids?! From like, a writer's standpoint.

Because originally the story went from Twilight to Forever/Breaking Dawn like right away. They didn't matter. They weren't relevant to the plot at all.

They were basically set dressing; they existed to populate a high school that SM had pretty much no interest in actually writing about. You could take any of them out and it would not affect the trajectory of Bella's story at all. If she had showed up in Forks and was snubbed by everyone and sat by herself at lunch every day until she started sitting with the Cullens, the story would . . . not be any different, really. They only existed to fuss over Bella, to want to be her friend, to invite her to school dances, to make her the center of attention (which she didn't even want??).

The only thing they actually mattered for was Jessica giving her the Cullen gossip in the first book. That's pretty much it. None of the rest of it mattered. Mike's crush didn't matter. Tyler thinking he was taking her to prom didn't matter. Angela's friendship didn't matter (does Bella think of Angela even once after the wedding?). I guess the movie night with Jess in Port Angeles sort of mattered but Jess herself didn't matter--Bella could have been in Port Angeles with anyone (or by herself) for any reason and that could still have played out.

It's just so unsatisfying. We see these characters for three books/movies and then there's just . . . no closure for them, because they never mattered at all.

Which is why I think it would have been way better if Mike had been the "Riley" in Eclipse. Imagine the angst. Imagine how much more fraught it would have been to watch Edward and Seth kill this vampire who used to be her sweet, clueless friend Mike but who had been warped by Victoria. And then Mike would have MATTERED TO THE STORY. The time spent in high school with him would have been relevant! We'd feel bad about what happened to him! Riley?! We didn't even MEET Riley in the books until his death scene. We weren't invested at him at all. Only the Guide/the Bree Tanner book changed that. But in Eclipse? Why should we care what happens to this guy? But if it had been Mike who went missing, Mike who leads the newborns. . .

Maybe the hikers Bella almost kills in BD are Jessica and Angela. Maybe that would have resulted in some self-reflection for Bella and maybe I would buy her instant control if she had been so horrified by the realization she was about to kill two of her friends until Edward distracted her that THAT is what inspires her to resist. It just doesn't make sense to me that someone who is all "whee vampirism is great!" would have an easy time resisting vampire urges. The most successful vegetarians are Carlisle and Rosalie, who hated what they are and resisted it on every level. Carlisle tried to starve himself, he wasn't skipping around the woods thrilled with his new powers. Likewise Rosalie resented what she was and clung to her human memories, name, identity. If Bella had this experience of almost (okay, if I'm being honest I would prefer her actually killing someone, but we're sticking to canon-compliance here for a moment) killing two of her high school friends, that might have been the wake-up call she needed to take vampirism as at best a mixed blessing and not "a fairy tale!"

I just don't understand why she invented all these high school friends and then never DID anything with them. Why make up a new character (Riley) when Mike or Eric or Ben or Tyler were right there? Why make up Bree when it could have been Jess or Angela or even Lauren or any one of the human kids' little sisters?

The answer, I think, is not that SM actually cares about the human kids and didn't want anything bad to happen to them, but that anything bad happening to them would tarnish Bella's fairy tale.

#asks

[the-winter-spider]

Element

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Mention of a possible suicide attempt, angst

A/N: Honestly not sure what this is, i just started writing what came to mind lol not proof read or edited, try to enjoy.

Word Count: 2.6k

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You were always the quiet and reserved one, everyone was each known for their own personality trait. Steve was brave and courageous, Bruce was smart and kind, Nat was a flirtatious, beautiful and brave, Tony was cocky genius, Wanda was strong and a fighter, Clint was mostly always right and gave the best advice, Thor was heroic and loyal, the list could go on and on for everyone. When Bucky was finally able to leave Wakanda Steve was over the moon to have his best friend back, a place you took while he was gone and you were sad to give it up but it was the right thing to do, Steve couldn’t stop talking about how he knew how well you and Bucky would get along, you were both quiet, reserved and extremely observant both have gone through torturte and human experimentation.

And he was right, when Steve wasn't there, Bucky would be with you and you with him. At first there was just silence, but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable. That's how things stayed for a while before slowly you started to crack small jokes here and there, you were funny and you knew it but it was the type of humour that wasn't for everyone, and the first time you made a joke around Bucky you didn’t even expect for him to hear it. You were all sat around the dinner table everyone else was chattering away and Bucky and you of course remained to yourself just observing and eating dinner, someone said something and you don’t remember who said it or what was said all you remember was whispering out “that's what she said” it was stupid so stupid, you felt your cheeks heat up when you realized you said it outloud but everyone else kept talking you thought you were in the clear that was until Bucky nearly choked on his food and laughed, not just any laugh but wholeheartedly laugh and then everyone when silent almost immediately, all eyes on your two. You could see the shock on their faces, that was the first time anyone heard Bucky laugh besides Steve, you looked up to see Steve with the biggest grin on his face, Tony looked between the two of you raising his eyebrows “So she has jokes? Please do have the honours of filling us in on what was so funny you made a guy” he gestured towards Bucky with his hands before continuing “with the permanent frown, turn it upside down?”

Before you knew it Bucky was groaning, you could hear his fork clattering against the plate, you could still feel everyone staring at you, you still did not respond to Tony, someone else said something but you couldn’t hear it because it started raining hard, your heart rate was picking up. Steve looked out the window knowing why it suddenly started to rain and decided to take the attention off of you too “Alright guys, how about we leave them alone and finishing eating so we can watch that movie Bruce wants us to watch” Steve reached over giving your arm a slight squeeze, you felt your breathing become normal and heart rate slowing down, and suddenly it stopped raining.

That was only the first time you made Bucky laugh, there was countless times after that, where you two would be sitting so close to each other on the couch whispering back and forth only loud enough for you two to hear and you would giggle and his laugh would boom off the walls, but as soon as someone walked in you two would stop almost instantly, but when they left it would start again.

Slowly Bucky became more comfortable around others, not just you. It started when he was training in the gym and he and Nat started to spar with one another, that made Steve happy, Nat was one of his other close friends he wanted Bucky to get along with like you. You didn’t go to the gym ever and that was even an understatement, you didn’t need to train that wasn't your area of expertise, you controlled the elements, including anything to do with nature. When you were feeling too overwhelmed your emotions could show outside, when you were with Bucky it was always sunny out, when you got worried when Steve was on a mission it would be a gloomy day. You sometimes didn’t even realize you were doing it and as soon as you did you would turn it off, it was one of the reasons you were so reserved because you felt vulnerable that people would just know how you were feeling sometimes. That wasn’t all you could do, when you found out Bucky loved Plums you grew him his own Plum tree outside in seconds he was in awe of you. You felt butterflies in your stomach and that day there also just so happened to but a swarm of butterflies hanging around the tree, you were thankful Bucky didn’t catch on to why.

When Bucky and you went on missions together after they were complete he couldn’t stop telling you how amazing you were, and you couldn’t help yourself from falling in love with him each time that he did. On your days off you would hang out in his room or yours, and would just lay in bed with one another talking about everything, he became your person and you hoped you were his. Your favourite memory was this one time you were sitting directly beside his body while he was lying down, you were holding his metal hand with both of your hands, you started to run your hand over it making small flowers grow on it, you felt Bucky's eyes on you “You make everything beautiful don't you doll?” he sat up, using his free arm he plucked a flower from his metal arm twirling it in between his fingers “Who woulda thought?” he laughed, reaching over, placing it behind your ear. That was the first of many moments you two had like that, and you were in heaven, you smiled more, you were in love. You always wondered if Bucky felt the same, he experienced the same moments you had together because he helped create them but that didn’t mean he felt the same way.

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You were eating cereal at the table when Steve came over. “Hey y/n, first time I've seen you alone in'' Steve pretended to count his fingers, “in forever!”

You looked up at him “ha ha, very funny”

Steve sat down across from you, pouring himself some cereal “Where is Bucky anyway? Thought you guys were inseparable?” He smirked.

“He’s training with Nat” Steve gave you a knowing look, he knew you never set foot in the gym and Bucky wasn’t going to change that a small silence fell over you, all you could hear was the crunching of cereal till Steve swallowed “He likes you, yknow”

“Well i'd hope so we are friends”

“That's not what I meant”

Before you could finish your conversation you could hear his laugh, followed by someone elses laugh, it made your ears perk up, you dont think you've ever heard him laugh with anyone but you or Steve, you felt a pain in your heart followed by a turning in the pit of your stomach, jealousy? You thought, couldn't be you were just friends and that's all you would ever be, you should be happy for him he was happy.

You put your bowl in the sink turning around to see Bucky entering the kitchen with Nat trailing behind him, she gave his shoulder a shove, and the smile on his face was your favourite smile.

“Ain't that just the best sound!” You heard Sam shout from behind, Bucky and Nat stopped in there tracks to turn around to see where the voice was coming from, Sam took the opportunity to through each arm over their shoulder “Laughter is the best sound”

Bucky scoffed, shoving Sam's arm off of him, Sam laughed “And just like that he's back to normal” Steve laughed with him.

Bucky made his way to you “Hey doll” you gave him a smile “Train well?”

He opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of water chugging it “With Nat? Always” You gave him a smile before he walked away to sit with everyone else, you don't know why but the way he said it made your stomach uneasy, you could feel self doubt swirling in your mind, before you let it get the best of you and let it affect the weather giving away how you felt, you left the kitchen in a hurry and for the first time in forever no one was trailing behind you.

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Slowly Bucky was with you less, he still would make an effort, he considered you his best friend he told you once and he knew you prefered to be alone, so he didn’t push you as much as you wish he did to come hang out with everyone when they would go out for drinks, or to eat. You would just sit at the compound in your room by yourself, letting your mind race with thoughts you didn’t dare talk about. The thing is you were always like this, from what you could remember at least you were? but you knew Bucky wasn't, so when he started to get more comfortable he started opening up more to everyone, taking a step ahead of you mentally, leaving you in the dust behind and you were so happy for him, or so you told yourself.

The first time Bucky, Sam, Steve and Nat were going out and he didn’t stop by to invite you like he always did, when Steve asked if he was going to as they were passing your door, you stood there and heard Bucky pause before saying “No point” you could feel him shrug his shoulders before Nat and Sam laughed, then there footsteps retreated. Your heart broke, that was when you knew he was giving up on you. You tried to convince yourself it was okay, you were okay, you were better off alone anyway it didn't matter, you didn't matter.

Things like that started to happen more frequently, slowly losing Bucky that is. When he entered a room he didn't always greet you anymore, he would just smile and nod your way, till he just didn't acknowledge you at all. He stopped calling you doll, the pet name he used but instead he would call you by your first name, it was so foreign to you that the first time he said your name you didn't even answer till he was standing in front of you waving his metal arm in front of your face you felt embarrassed, everyone started to laugh, you apologized before giving him the papers he needed for the rest of his mission report and left the room almost immediately. It wasn't his fault, you didn’t blame him for retreating away from you, it wasn't his fault he wasn't the same damaged soldier he was and you were never going to change, everyone tried to get you out of your shell at some point but they just slowly gave up, you didn't mind, you weren't worth all the effort and you knew that.

You spent most of the time from there on out in your room, you didn't want to bother anyone, you started to feel like Hydra was right you didn't belong anywhere and locked up in the glass box back at their old facility was probably the best place, did the avengers really and i mean really need you? They were more than capable before you, so they would be after too. You let your thoughts ponder while you laid in the bath, you let your head become fully submerged, you could still breathe underwater, this was one of your favourite things to do, it was so peaceful under there, no one could get to you. You wondered if you held your breath under the water would it be like above where you couldn’t breath like a normal person? Before you knew it you weren’t sure how much time had passed you started to see little black dots and for some reason you still hadn't let the breath go.

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Everyone was in the kitchen having dinner, Tony spoke up “When was the last time y/n ate with us?” He questioned out loud.

Everyone looked up before Bruce responded “When was the last time she even left her room?”

This had everyone's attention especially Bucky and Steves. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time you spoke to him or when you two last hung out, he tried his best to get you out of your bubble like you did for him, he wanted to take you out and show you off to the world but he knew how it felt to be forced into that before being ready, he just hoped it would have been sooner rather than later, he missed you but he got the message after so many “No Bucky, its okay im fine here, you go ahead” it broke his heart not to see you but he stopped when he went to your door one day and before he could even knock FRIDAY was informing him you didn’t want to see anyone that day, and he thought he wasn't just anyone to you, he thought he was someone to you, he thought you two were falling in love with one another, or at least he was with you. So he pushed back his feelings, burying them deep down like he was use to and let you go, hoping that the saying Steve told him when he was comforting him that you would come back to him and if it was meant to be because he didn't know what to do if it wasn't but that was weeks ago and he was losing hope.

Bucky was broken out of his thoughts when it started storming outside, everyone’s attention snapped to the window “There's no chance Thor is supposed to stop by is there?” Steve asked

“No” everyone murmured, it wasn't unusual for the weather to drastically changed at the compound, everyone got use to it when you started learning how to control your powers but it only stormed when you were experiencing emotions too deeply, this worried everyone.

Tony stood up “I'm gonna go check on the kid” as he made his way to the kitchen door and as he pushed it open water was making its way down the hallway, trickling like it would on a window “Please tell me someone left the front door open” Everyone's eyes turned to the hallway, Steve and Bucky stood up at the same time “Y/n!” they shouted before they pushed passed everyone running to your room, Tony was behind alerting the A.I to get medical on standby. When they got to your door it was locked, not just via the A.I system but manually too, Bucky used his metal arm to punch your door down, water was everywhere and all the plants in your room were dying.

—

You don't remember how long you were under water for or when things started to fade away but you felt like you were floating and you felt happiness, at peace was the best way to describe it, your memories flashed before your eyes, happy ones, most of them of Bucky, a few of Steve before your accepted the darkness, you heard banging and shouting before letting the darkness take you.

Part two

#sebastian stan x reader #bucky barns x y/n #bucky barns x you #bucky x you #bucky barns x reader #bucky x reader #bucky #reader x steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #stevebucky

[harryspet]

off to the races (2) s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, bondage, a hint of peter x reader, toxic/abusive relationship, hella angst, little editing 

A/N: im mentally shutting down because of school but at least i have mob!steve :)

In which you don’t want to be Daddy’s secret anymore.

word count: 3.5k

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“Woah, dude, your room is awesome. Awe, you have all the good movies. I haven’t seen The Jungle Book in forever!” 

“Peter, look!” You waved him over to the window, ignoring his astonishment for the paradise Steve had created for you. Peter stood there dumbly for a moment before walking over to the window beside your bed. 

You heard the loud whirring of helicopter spinning blades echoing through the room even with the window closed. It was landing in the field behind the manor and you were questioning why Steve was making such a grand entrance today. You’d been stuck in this house for three weeks now and nothing this exciting had happened yet, “Who’s helicopter is that?” You looked back at Peter who’d crossed his arm nervously. 

“Uhm … probably … maybe-” You scoffed, before looking back at the view. The helicopter was a sleek, black color and, as you narrowed, your eyes could make out some words written in gold. 

“Stuh …. Stark …. Industries. Stark Industries,” You were calm as you took in the info before the realization hit you, “Stark Industries! Is Tony Stark here? Holy …. pancakes.”

Peter smiled, seemingly amused by your excitement, “Pancakes?”

“Steve doesn’t like it when I-” You stopped yourself from explaining, realizing there was a bigger situation at hand, “We have to go check things out. Get a closer look!”

“No way,” Peter shook his head, “I’m here to make sure you stay in this room.”

You rolled your eyes, “So Tony Stark must be here then, right?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Peter pressed his lips together like he was struggling to hold in all the secrets he knew. 

“How the hell does Steve know Tony Stark? Stark is dirty too? I should’ve known … flipping rich people.”

“Flipping?”

You took a step toward him and despite the fact you were wearing a pair of fairy wings, he still seemed intimidated by you, “What do you want, huh? A raise?”

“Uhm … I don’t think you can do that … can you?”

“Of course I can. Steve is wrapped around my finger.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow, “But he’s Steve Rogers …”

“Look around this room for goodness sake! He does anything I want. If I tell him all about how you’re a great worker, how you’re a good friend to me, he’ll surely be appreciative. Might even give you a promotion and maybe you won't have to play babysitter anymore.”

He considers it just for a moment, “If he does anything you want then why are you locked in this house?”

“Fine, fine, so I don’t have complete control but I have some. I could be helpful to you in the future!” 

“Y/N, if something went wrong he’d probably chop me up into little pieces and send them to my Aunt. Or he’d chop up my aunt and make me watch … depends on the kinda mood he’s in.”

You stared back at him, trying not to let the look on your face falter, “ … I’ll give you my movie collection?” 

“I’m sorry but-”

“It’s my birthday soon?”

“I can’t,” Peter stated, sighing, “I’ve got pressure on me right now, and things have to go right tonight. It’s like a huge deal. I never get to go to stuff and the party is-” He stopped his rambling when he realized he’d said too much. 

“Party?” Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. He turned away from you, eyes wide, and made his way to the door. Of course, you chased after him, placing yourself between him and the door, “What party?”

“Please move,” Peter begged, “I really can’t talk about it.”

“I won’t say anything, I promise!” You were the one begging now, “He doesn’t tell me anything at all. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? I’ll do everything you say, I won’t try anything, I just want to know what's going on …. please?”

“Steve can’t know,” You nodded eagerly and he finally gave in, probably because of your spectacular puppy dog eyes, “Tony Stark is having a party tonight, that’s where Steve’s going, and most of us are going to. A pretty important deal is happening.”

“Why doesn’t Steve want me to go?” You frowned a bit.

“I don’t think he wants anybody to know about you, to keep you safe, that kind of thing.”

“Right,” You nodded, “Even if I go crazy while he does that.”

Peter looked sympathetic, “I’m sorry.”

“I know this thing with me and Steve is not ordinary but is it crazy of me to not want to be a secret? Even after everything …”

You could tell Peter wasn’t expecting a deep question nor did he expect you’d confide in him, “I don’t think so,” Peter was trying to understand, you could see it in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure, “Obviously … you - uhm - care about him. I wouldn’t want to be the secret of someone I care about.”

He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him. Unsure if he could hug you back, he awkwardly patted your shoulder which made you giggle, “Can I paint your nails?”

“What? No.”

“I have colors that aren’t girly.” “Hmm … can you do cool stuff like the shapes and sparkles?”

“Of course,” You smiled, “Step into my salon.”

+

“I didn’t get my sticker this week,” You bounced back from your toes to your heels, watching Steve as he got ready in his closet. He was fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it was absolutely perfect, along with the rest of the look. Freshly trimmed beard and an aftershave that smells intoxicating. He smelt like money and looked like it too. That’s probably exactly how you would want to look in front of Tony Stark. 

“You skipped dinner two days in a row, doll.”

You were frowning but it wasn’t like he was focused on you anyways, “But I did better after that,” You whined.

“I know, baby, you can try again next week.”

“Maybe if you were here then I wouldn’t have missed it,” You whispered, playing with your fingernails, “But I’m stuck here and you get to go out and have your fun.”

“Have my fun?” He questioned, buttoning up his jacket. 

“You get home so late … I’m sure you go to your clubs, booze it up and talk to girls.”

He chuckled a bit, “You think I’m flirting with other women?”

“I don’t think, I know,” You leaned against the doorway, “You’re a guy, aren’t you? That’s what you do.”

He finally turned to you, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was as handsome as ever, like a movie star, “Doll, my days are long because I’m traveling from here to the city every day. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you. There isn’t and never will be anyone who I’d rather do that with.” 

As he came closer, you knew he was going to lift you into his arms. Ever since he took you from the club and you sobbed into his shoulders, you’d find solace in his arms. Even if his hands were causing your hurting, they still felt warm and loving, “You don’t mean that,” You whispered, muffled against his shoulder. 

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Take me with you,” You said and you felt him stiffen. 

“It’s not safe,” He tried to explain. 

“Are you embarrassed by me?” 

“No, no,” He rushed out, carrying you out of the closet and into the bedroom. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because of what I do, what I used to do-”

“No, Y/N. I’ve never felt that way,” His tone was more concerned that it ever had been before, “Look at me, please?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head. You hated that you were feeling jealous or inadequate, “You took care of yourself all these years and I know you still can,” He continued, “Let me protect you now.”

“I’m not a baby.”

Steve could sense the small bit of pride still left in you and decided not to push you on it anymore, “Could’ve fooled me,” Steve smiled slightly, bouncing you in his arms, “Let me tuck you in, grumpy.”

“The sun just set!” 

“It wasn’t actually a request,” He was already carrying you away. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” You resisted, “Can I sleep in here? I’ll go to sleep right away, I promise.”Steve stopped, thinking it over for a moment, “I like that the … sheets smell like you, Daddy,” You added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fully a lie but you had other motives for not wanting to go back to your room. For one, your room locked from the outside and his didn’t. Besides that, you were almost sure that one of your stuffed bears had a camera inside its eye. 

Steve tucked you into his california king-sized bed that night and watched you fall asleep until it was time for him to go. You felt the kiss he pressed to your forehead and, for a brief moment, you thought about changing your plans. 

That feeling didn’t last long. 

+

For such an expensive car, you thought your ride would be a lot smoother and much more comfortable. Turns out, hiding in any trunk, no matter how luxurious, behind big boxes of unknown items, was not a pleasant experience. An hour into the drive, you finally decided that you’d had enough and you needed to get the feeling back into your limbs. Besides that, you needed to check and make sure that your hair and makeup stayed in place. 

When you climbed over the seat from the trunk to the backseat, the car instantly swerved before the driver corrected its path, “Y/N, holy shit!” Peter shouted, obviously frightened out of his mind but you were focused on making sure all the layers of your dress made it safely back into their places, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, calm down,” You said, looking at him through the rearview, “Just keep driving.”

“Are you out of your mind? If Steve sees you he’s going flip his shit!” 

“Peter, you okay in there, kid?” You heard Bucky’s staticky voice over Peter’s radio. The younger man picked it up and answered, his eyes still focused on you. 

You placed a finger over your lips and Peter gave you a death stare, “Yeah, I’m fine … I thought I saw a squirrel.”

A caravan of three cars surrounded Steve’s car as they all drove down this dark, winding road that you assumed would lead to Tony Stark’s mansion, “Did you not comprehend a single word I said?” Peter shouted, “Do you want me to get killed?”

“This is my problem,” You said, “Steve will know that you had nothing to do with it, I promise. But tonight is going to go super well so it won’t even matter. Steve is going to see me and realize he’s crazy not to show me off and then we’re going to go to the party and I’m going to charm everyone with my personality which is going to make him a ton of friends and even more money. Everyone wins.”

Peter was shaking his head the entire time as he listened to your rambling,  “Y/N, I understand that you want to be more to Steve and you don’t want to be in the dark but this isn’t the way! This isn’t some charity event or some art gala, these are dangerous people.”

“But Tony Stark-”

“Is as dirty as it gets,” Your heart began to race a bit, “And Steve cannot just let everyone know his biggest weakness, even if they are his allies.”

His biggest weakness. 

Suddenly, your mind was racing with thoughts of moments with Steve. Meeting him, going on your first dates, the hotel meetings, and the passionate kisses that always left you feeling like he felt more about you than he admitted. You never saw yourself as his weakness. 

I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. 

When you snapped out of your trance, Peter had his walkie-talkie pressed to his chin, “Guys, uhm, we have a stowaway,” You slumped back in your seat, and when the car eventually came to a stop, you wished you were still tucked away in Steve’s bed. You think Peter was calling your name, probably apologizing and telling you how he had to follow orders but, honestly, you had tuned him out, “I-I don’t know …. I thought I checked everything …”

Your dress was adorable too, covered in pastels, while still remaining elegant. You imagined Steve's heart with flutter at the sight of you, instead, he was fuming. He was always so stoic, so full of composure, that the change frightened you. He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you from the backseat, and slamming the door shut. Pressed against the car, you looked into those blue-green eyes that were anything except nice. 

“I didn’t mean to for all this,” Was all you could muster up the courage to say, “I just wanted to come with you-”

He shushed you before you got your words out, “We’ll talk about it later.”

You wished he would just yell at you now. He could bend you over right now and you’d prefer that over his silence and the obvious disappointment in his tone, “Later? But-” He pulled you away from the car and you stumbled in your heels as he pulled you along the dark road. 

He brought you towards the last car in the caravan and Sam stepped out from behind it, closing the trunk, before handing something shiny to Steve, “What are you doing?” You asked shakily, the cold wind of the night blowing your dress. 

“Turn around, face the car,” He ordered you and you feared whatever punishment you were about to receive would be worse if you disobeyed him. Slowly, you turned around and he wasted no time grabbing your wrist. You heard the metal click of handcuffs as they tightened around your wrist. You felt his strong hands on your waist and, as he lifted your dress, you assumed the worst. Your panties slipped down and as Steve lowered himself with them. 

“Steve, please talk to me?”

To your surprise, as you stepped out of your underwear, you felt the click of metal around your ankles. When he stood back up, he grabbed your arm again, pulling you back so you were pressed against his chest, “Daddy will deal with you later,” His breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, “Don’t worry, doll … open your mouth.”

“If you just let me explain-”

You weren’t sure why you even wanted to. He left your brain scrambled and wondering why you even did the things that you did. 

“I won’t ask you again.”

Your lips parted and you realized he was forcing your panties into your mouth. The next thing that you knew, you were lying in the back seat of that car, your wrist hogtied to your ankles. And you thought sitting in the trunk would be uncomfortable. You were struggling and calling out for him and, as you expected, you were ignored. 

“Get her back as fast as you can. I’ll keep things short with Stark,” Were the last words you heard before the door shut close and all your screaming was muffled. 

+

You weren’t sure at which point you’d fallen asleep. As you laid there tied up, you thought a lot about him since there was nothing else to think about. You weren’t sure how he could love you and be so cruel at the same time.  

That next morning, you awoke to sore limbs and makeup staining your pillow. Even though the car ride back was hell, you knew your punishment wasn’t over. You debated even getting out of bed, knowing what was to come. 

You finally mustered the energy to clean yourself up, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. When you stepped back into your room, you were taken aback by what was sitting in the middle of your room. A giant, life-size brown bear was happily perched before your bed, holding balloons and a Tiffany’s gift bag. 

It was exactly the opposite of what you were expecting today. You approached it cautiously, decided to sit and open up the present. You handled the bag carefully, finding an elegant white card sitting inside. 

For my favorite girl on her birthday.

Love, Daddy. 

You sighed, knowing he probably picked all of this out before you betrayed him and probably ruined any sort of trust he had between you. You hadn’t even realized it was your birthday which was probably due to the fact that you had no phone or any contact with the outside world. There was also a jewelry box inside, a gorgeous, rose-gold tennis bracelet inside. 

As you snapped it around your wrist, covering your bruises, you promised not to ask how much it cost. It would probably make you feel even worse about yesterday. 

You finished getting dressed, deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. You found Steve sitting at a table out by the pool, reading through a newspaper like a grandpa. It seemed like he was expecting you because there were pancakes and eggs waiting on the table, “Morning,” You greeted awkwardly. 

“Good morning, doll. Happy Birthday,” He responded, his eyes still focused on the newspaper. 

“Thanks,” Taking a seat in front of him, you instantly moved to grab the syrup, but the rings on his finger caught your attention. Below, you could see his knuckles were red and purple, bruised like he’d been punching something … or someone. “Your hands …” 

He folded his newspaper, taking a look at them himself. It didn’t seem to faze him as he folded them on his stomach, leaning back in his chair, “Your wrist,” He changed the subject and you wondered if he was amused by the fear in your eyes, “Do you like my gift?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful, I love it … thank you,” Your mind was elsewhere, “What happened to your hands? Is that from last night?”

“Last night is a blur. I was so angry after your little stunt, I had to have a few drinks to even get through the rest of the night.”

“Really?” You tried to hold in your scoff, “You seem very chipper today.”

“Only because I get to see your beautiful face,” He countered, smirking. 

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What did you do?”

“That’s a broad question-”

“Did you hurt him?”

“Him?” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You mean Peter? I thought about it … I’m still thinking about it actually. If he was smarter, yesterday would have never happened but you must’ve been pretty convincing. Poor kid, he probably thought you liked him.”

“None of it was his fault! I-I was just being stupid, I was using him and he was just trying to be a good guy. Steve, please.”

“If I did, you would probably start to actually listen. You’d never try one of those crazy stunts ever again-”

“I will listen! No more stunts, I’ll be an angel from now on,” You stood up from your chair, moving around the table, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. Peter tried to tell me that and I should’ve listened.” You grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“That’s all I want,” He added sincerely and you nodded. 

“I’ll pinky promise,” With your other hand, you held out your pinky. You thought Peter would be your way out but, here you were, begging to stay in order to keep him alive. Your pinkies wrapped around each other and you climbed into his lap. You kissed the sides of his mouth before kissing his lips. 

“Soon, we’ll take a trip together, I know you’re itching to get away.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You kissed his lips again, “Your hands … what actually happened?”

“Punching bag,” He easily explained although you were expecting a tale of horror. Holding his hand, you brought his fist to your lips, kissing them gently, “That probably wouldn’t have happened a year ago … I think you make me more gentle.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think? Turning a beast into a prince.”

“For some reason, I have faith in you.”

+

“Peter!” You perked up as soon as he entered the living room, not realizing how grateful to see that he was still in one piece. Sam, Bucky, and Steve seemed to exchange confused glances from their places on the couch. 

Peter seemed baffled as well, “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No, we’re about to watch Coco. Wanna join?”

“There’s popcorn,” Sam added, stuffing his face.

“And cookies,” Bucky chimed in. 

Peter smiled, unsure, as he looked to Steve for permission, “Join us, son.”

“Awesome,” Peter clapped, making his way over to the couch, “This one always makes me cry.”

“Y/N, I thought you said this one wasn’t sad,” Bucky eyed you. You shrugged, snuggling yourself further into Steve’s side. You tried to hide a mischievous smile and act like you weren’t hoping to see three grown men tear up from a Disney movie. 

“Okay, press play,” You tapped Steve’s chest and he raised the remote. 

“Wait,” Steve paused, “Are all three of your nails painted?”

+

i’m thinking maybe i’ll make a christmas themed part 3, we shall see :)

#dark fic #dark!steve #dark!steve rogers #Steve Rogers #mob!steve #mob!stucky x reader #steve rogers au #steve rogers smut #dark steve x reader #peter parker x reader #mafia!bucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #peter parker #black!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #captain america x reader

[fieryhonesty]

Genshin drabbles filled with sadness - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao

“What have I done? Why did I write such angsty stuff? I feel horrible for hurting the boys. Maybe I should have delete this...”

prompts: loosing their s/o for whatever reason, f!reader

Genre: angst 

Warning(s): nsfw (alcohol consumption, mention of blood) don’t give me that look you don’t want to read this at work, depression & mourning, reader’s dead (no violent or detailed description the boys just lost their girl)

Kaeya has poured two glasses of wine. One for him and one for the woman sitting next to him. She was smiling with the most genuine smile. Pointing up at the sky. The moon and the stars were shining bright. He didn't need any other light source to see her beautiful face.

Just the two of them sitting at the balcony of their shared house. Silently observing the beauty of the night. Drinking from his glass, the sweet-bitter taste was dancing on his tongue. It was as beautiful as the woman he was spending the time with. 

"You know, you are really beautiful tonight, y/n. How about I take a day off tomorrow just to spend it with you?"

No answer.

"We could go on a walk around the city or perhaps go outside the city's walls?"

Yet again, silence.

Kaeya finished his glass with one quick motion. Pouring more wine. The burning sensation in his throat was slowly reminding him something.

"Hey, Dearest. Why don't you talk to me?" 

Silence. 

"Ah, you are right. I'm... a fool."

He starts laughing. It's not a laugh a happy man would have, it's quite the opposite. Kaeya's in pain. His chest hurts, he knows why but dares not to admit it.

Removing his eye patch and tossing it on the table. Looking at his smiling companion. Why is she so beautiful? He is such a lucky man, having somebody like that. So why is he feeling this pain in his chest? Why does he feel like his heart will burst?

The glass with wine shatters. The shards are covered in the red liquid. He closes his eyes. Trying to force the tears to stop forming. Biting his lips. It hurts so much. His hazy memories are slowly reminding him what's going on. 

Just like a movie it all flashes back in the moment you were standing between him and the enemy. Blocking the hit for him. Falling to ground with a painful scream. But before that you managed to look at your beloved. He is safe, you did well. 

He stares in horror at the scene. Wishing it's just a bad horror he is watching. This can't be happening. You didn't waste your life for him, did you? If there was somebody supposed to die it's him. He made a mistake. A mistake which cost him you.

Kaeya is silently sobbing, one hand hiding his face while the other is gripping his attire at chest area. He is sure nobody can see him, yet he still feels like to hide. He might be drunk but he knows the woman next to him is just an illusion created by his own mind. There's nobody at all it's just him and the wine. 

You are no longer alive. It's all because of him being cocky that day. He was full of himself and so sure he will keep you safe. In the end he lost his remaining pride and you...

Diluc is walking in circles. Biting his thumb while doing so. It hurts, he can taste blood but nothing hurts more than his heart right now. Sweat is forming on his forehead as he is trying to suppress his tears. His shoes are making loud thumbs against the wooden floor. The sounds can be heard in the room under his. 

Everyone is silent in the room. Elzer, Adelinde, the old man Tunner and a few more. Listening to noises from Master Diluc's room, yet nobody dares to let him know he is loud. It would be more than rude. Especially now when he has to deal with yet another painful experience. 

First he lost his father and several years later he lost his wife. He was finally happy. Having you by his side was a blessing. You were there for him whenever he needed and he did the same for you. Feeling down? He'd be there cupping your face, planting butterfly kisses on your face. Snuggling you close into a protective embrace.

You did something similar. Playing with his hair when he was snuggled to your neck. Brushing through them, tucking them behind his ear. Saying soothing words. He would fall asleep like that.

But now? You are gone. Your sudden passing away affected the whole manor. You were liked among the maids as you often joined in small talk or offered to help them. Despite their protests it's their job. You didn't mind it.

Old Tunner and folks from vineyards remember how you often walked around. Caressing the grapes or bringing some snack.

Simply put. You were the star which was shining bright for everyone. Lifting their spirits and now you are gone. Everyone is mourning you but none can think of how much he is hurt. 

When Diluc heard about your critical condition he rushed to see you but doctors didn't let him. You needed to rest but your body was weak, they knew you won't make it. In the end allowing him to see you for the last time. Holding your already cold hand. 

He sat there for minutes, until you left him all alone. He didn't move, doctors had to lead him out. Somebody had to pick him up and bring home. He laid on the bed, one hand over his face. Trying to keep his tears away. 

Nobody dared to knock on the door. Not even Elzer who always worried about his young Master. Trying to offer some kind words. He knew his words would be useless now. All he can do is just wait. He knows if he goes his Master will be out of control and won't listen to anything. 

It's just another painful hit for Master Diluc. He thought he would be happy finally. Already had plans for the future with you. Everything is pointless now. Why does life keep taking his beloved ones from him? How much more he has to suffer…

Xiao is silently sitting at the top of Wangshu Inn. The cold wind is caressing his hair. He is observing the distant horizon, how the moon is slowly going up. His mind is blank. If he were a mortal it would be probably clouded by negative thoughts. 

He has no feelings or need for them. He is one of the mighty Adepti, there's no room for stupid things like feelings or emotions. At least that's what he tries to keep repeating to himself. 

Mortals come and leave out of his life. Which is only natural for their short life span. He wouldn't be bothered with it at all. But there was a woman who managed to change him. Showed him what those odd feelings in his chest are. She proved to him he has feelings and emotions. He was just suppressing them his whole life. 

Perhaps it was all for the better. He feels lonely. Usually it would be the two of you sitting here. You would be nudging him about random things. Snuggle onto his shoulder, whispering some nonsense. He would look at you and see those shiny, beautiful eyes of yours. 

He remembers when you fed him with his favorite dish. He was confused at first why would you do it. Explaining to him it's something people in love would do for their partner. Take care of them. He tried to feed you too, it was a clumsy attempt. But you appreciated his efforts.

You showed him so many nice things he could see only from mortal's eyes. He understands some things he couldn't before. All because of you. But what's this feeling? Regret? No. He does not regret letting you enter his life. He regrets being too late. 

Before he could do something you were already gone. The demon which attacked you. That sneaky bastard avoiding his watchful gaze. It dared to assault somebody he thought of as a close person. Taking you from him just as if bonds are nothing. 

When he arrived you were possessed by the demon. Its power went out of control, destroying everything around. He tried to talk to you but there was nothing left, just agony and darkness. He could see the suffering in your face. You didn't want to. You never were a violent person, yet now you are destroying everything. 

For the first time in his life Xiao felt anger was taking control over him. He wanted to eradicate all demons. For what they did all those millennials, for what they did just right now. He knew you will eventually die and leave him, he was fine with that. But he never thought of losing you like this.

He has to do his duty as a Yaksha, the Liyue's protector. Pointing the tip of his spear at your throat. He stopped only because you tried to talk. The words coming out of your lips were just gibberish. 

"Farewell, y/n. I'm sorry."

Ending it just like that. Watching how the blood was leaving your body. Feeling sick from the sight of it. He released you from the agony the demon was causing you. Banishing it as it tried to escape from your dying body. There's no demon safe, not from Xiao. He will continue his duty.

But one thing is certain. He will always feel lonely at night as he got used to your presence. You will remain in his heart forever. Always will have that special place as a foolish but lovely mortal, daring to approach him despite all of his fame as a Yaksha. The cold he feels right now bothers him. Just if you could be there...

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