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Ch. 3: Mistakes Never Forgotten

Pairing: Barry Allen x OFC  // Fandom: The Flash

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Dr. Nina Clarke hardly received any friendly visits while she was on the job, much less from Barry who was supposed to be at his own job right now. Yet, here he was, sitting across her in the hospital's cafeteria...detailing the story of how he royally messed up.

Nina was, shamefully, awed by the fact that changing a timeline was very possible. "You actually...did that…? You went back in time?" All this time they had only so far gone through worlds but then again, she had to remember the one moment where Barry traveled back in time to save his mother 2 years ago. Apparently, this time around he went through with it.

"Well, I've done it a couple of times but...just a day, the most had been a year...until…" Barry trailed off, letting her fit in the pieces.

"Until you went way back in time." She eagerly ate her grapes.

"But I reset everything! I put everything back to the way that it was before!" Barry exclaimed, obviously frustrated with his unsuccessful efforts. "Except some things weren't the same anymore. Not even a little bit."

"Oh, I bet they weren't," Nina shook her head. "What changed?"

Barry didn't know where to start. For one, Cisco wasn't speaking to him. Iris and Joe weren't speaking to each other. Not everything was bad but it was changed. He found that out when he learned that Axel, Belén's nephew, was already back from Italy. The only thing that remained completely the same was Shivhan Jade—Black Orchid—leaving the team for a while to go back to school. Barry was utterly relieved to find that her life hadn't been screwed up. And last, but not least, there was Belén. Belén.

"Well… I'll start with the most obvious one, being the reason I've had to stay at Joe's for the last couple of days..." Nina unashamedly chuckled, making Barry roll his eyes.

"Belén's pissed at you," she popped in another grape into her mouth.

Barry's deep frown was enough to confirm it. He came back to a world where he and Belén had a royally big argument that ended up with him leaving the apartment. He couldn't possibly remember any of that but it happened and Belén wasn't speaking to him now. The worst part is that he couldn't figure out what they argued about. "She won't talk to me because I won't apologize for what I did. But I can't do that because I don't know what I did!"

Nina rested a cheek against her closed fist. She could tell Barry had no clue—it was all in his face. He was utterly lost and confused. "This is sure coming back to bite you, isn't it?"

Barry's face fell flat at the question. It was a fair thing to ask but he didn't want to answer. "Point one, Nina."

Nina sighed heavily, finally taking pit on him. "You want to know why she's mad at you?"

"Very much, yeah."

"Datura." Nina smiled when Barry's face fell flat again. The mere mention of Belén's Earth 2 doppelganger put him in a sour mood. He thought that woman, and everything related to her, was completely gone after her defeat. "In your reality, before you changed it into, uh, that perfect world, did Belén fight Datura in the community theater?"

"Yeah..."

"Did Datura manage to escape?"

"What!?" Barry's eyes had widened.

"I will take that as a 'no'."

"What do you mean Datura escaped!?" Barry asked a smidge too loud that Nina had to shush him before someone overheard them. "Datura's gone? How can that be? Belén had her with the dampeners and the...there was Caitlin and Shivhan too! They captured her!"

"In this reality, Datura escaped when Belén stuck her with the cure. Belén passed out and Shivhan was too weak to get up. Caitlin making it out alive was a miracle. Datura let her live."

"No, no, no, no," Barry buried his face in his hands. Datura was gone? She escaped!? All of the work Belén had put into capturing her doppelganger had gone down the drain!?

"This didn't happen in the last timeline?" Nina felt terrible for him right now. Being responsible for the doppelganger of his girlfriend—the same doppelganger who tried murdering Belén countless times—was on the loose again...because of him.

"No," Barry shook his head. "Belén captured her and brought her back to STAR Labs. She was in the pipeline."

Belén came to a stop in front of the door and looked over her shoulder. She could feel Barry looking at her and for some reason she couldn't bring herself to face him. "Datura knew something about you," she whispered. "Something that you were going to do."

Barry's heart ached. "Yeah?"

Belén nodded. "She said it didn't matter what I did because you were going to do something that would screw it up. What are you going to do, Barry?"

Barry remembered that lost moment with Belén before he changed the timeline. Had Datura meant this? She had low level psychic abilities—those of which were siphoned from some poor soul—which, in theory, could have allowed her to see him changing the timeline.

"She said it didn't matter what I did because you were going to do something that would screw it up."

Barry brought a hand to his face. Was he going to screw Belén over? Like this? He couldn't believe he was in a world where Datura was right, and possibly the better person between them. "Nina, what exactly did I say to Belén?"

"Barry, it's not like I have a transcript or something..."

"Nina please," Barry begged. "I have to know so I can fix it."

Nina sighed and thought for a moment. Belén had been a hot mess after that fight so a lot of her words were meshed together even more than usual. "Um, something about thinking Belén let Datura go because of her psychic abilities. I think Datura said something about you doing something..."

Barry closed his eyes. "The timelines. Datura must have known that I was going to change the timelines."

"You thought Belén let Datura go so that she could try to change the timelines herself, stop the steps that would lead you to not change anything."

"What!?"

Nina raised her hands in defense. "I'm just the informer. You gonna eat that?" She pointed to the yogurt he'd barely touched sitting idly in front of him.

He shook his head and passed over the snack. He wasn't very hungry for anything that day. "Okay, well, I'll fix that. I don't know how but I will fix it. Tell me what happened between Iris and Joe. How come they're not talking?"

"Oh, let me guess, in the other timeline she actually forgave Joe for not telling her about her mother still being alive?"

"That's why they're mad?"

"Yup. To be fair, I would be upset too."

"You don't need to tell me about Cisco," Barry said before Nina even opened her mouth.

She swallowed some of the yogurt and blinked. "You know?"

"That his brother, Dante, is dead? Yeah," Barry had the stupid idea of following Cisco to 'the gym' which turned out to be a support group. At first Barry thought that Cisco developed a bad habit in this new timeline but no...Cisco felt guilty over not patching things up with his brother before he died. "I just don't know why he's mad at me."

"Yeah that's a very complicated one that I would rather stay away from," Nina apologized with a smile. "So you're all up to speed now, which means we're done," Nina put her spoon down and have a knowing smile at him. "And now that we are, I can finally say it."

"Say what…?" Barry dreaded yet another change he wasn't informed of.

"There were plenty of people you could've talked to about this, and yet...you chose me," Nina's intense stare made him squirm. "I mean, I guess Shivhan was another option but she's at school so here's me. Meaning, I have to either have the same life as in the other timeline, or…my life turned out to be better here. Which is it?" As she stood up, Barry's gaze slowly fell to the floor but then briefly flickered to her very pregnant stomach.

In this world, Nina Clarke was pregnant and about to give birth.

"So, which is it," the woman put her hands on her stomach. "Was I not pregnant? Or not married?" She waved her left hand with her wedding band. "Or both?" Barry met her playful gaze and hesitated to speak. "You can tell me," she chuckled. "I am asking. Full consent here to know what my other life entailed."

Barry sighed and just gave in. "Fine. You weren't married nor pregnant."

"Did I have my husband as my boyfriend or—"

"No."

"Ah. Did I have my powers?"

"The Tempest?" Barry was actually a little afraid he'd cost Nina her metahuman powers too. He'd only seen her once and got the gist the timeline was a bit kinder to her than the rest of their friends.

"The Tempest," Nina nodded and gestured her stomach. "And, according to Caitlin," she started in a whisper, "Mini-Tempest."

"Your baby...is a meta…?" Barry's eyes comically widened.

"She is following in her mother's footsteps," Nina proudly.

"And does your...husband know…?"

"He knows everything. Elliot knows about all of us," Nina decided to let him in on that secret. "You and Belén both said it was okay…"

Barry smiled. "Don't worry. You trust him, that means we do too."

"And, just a little advice between us, maybe explaining this whole timeline thing to the others isn't such a bad idea," she patted him on the shoulder. "I should get back to work."

"You shouldn't be working," Barry said off handedly.

"And you shouldn't be changing timelines," Nina quipped.

Barry took that second blow with a nod. Yeah, he deserved it. "Point 2 to Nina."

He considered the idea of telling the others about the new alterations of the timeline with some serious degree...but perhaps he was too much of a coward. By the time he got to the precinct, the idea had been thrown out the window. He was at least relieved to see that Singh was back as Captain once again.

Because then even Barry was met with his own unique alteration.

"Um, hello?" He geniously greeted the blonde man working in the second desk of the room.

"Yes. Hello, Mr. Allen," the blonde greeted with an English accent without looking up from his work. Barry already wasn't liking the stiffness in the tone of the man, but right now all he wanted to know was who the he was. "I can still see you're there and no, I don't want your help, thank you."

Barry moved up to the desk and eyed the name plaque sitting at the edge. "What are you doing here, Julian Albert, meta-human CSI Specialist?"

Julian met Barry's curious gaze with a deeply annoyed one. "I did tell you the meta-human conference was only for two days."

"Okay, but this is…"

"Still our lab... unfortunately," and the regret truly showed on Julian's face. "Yes, County forgot to mention that significant detail before assigning me, but here we are. Looks like you and I get to be roomies for a little longer than we'd hoped. Roomies."

At this point, Barry didn't know what to expect anymore. How many more things were changed? And in what ways would he find out? Someone cleared their throat at the doorway and garnered the attention of both men. Belén stood with a duffel bag slung around her shoulder.

"Bells-" Barry wasn't sure how he was going to apologize for something he really couldn't remember, but he would try as much as needed to.

Belén stopped him with a finger. "I'm in a rush. Save whatever sorry excuse you have." She them directed her gaze to Julian who was, rather amused, watching Barry's reaction. "My Mom said you were heading out anyways. You think you can give me a ride to the theater?"

"Your car still not fixed?" Julian asked, yet Barry was a bit indignant all that sourness in his earlier words were gone.

"Are you kidding me? Meta-apocalypse totaled it. I have to buy a new one but that's not the point here!" She exclaimed. "Point is, practice time is now and I have to be there! Let's go!"

"Yeah, alright," Julian agreed so easily it stunned Barry.

"Thank you," Belén said and turned to leave, but not before giving Barry a look. The poor speedster had no idea what the hell was going on.

Julian had gathered his things and started after her. "I don't know what you did, Allen, but it is fairly fun to see it unfold," he smirked and went on his way.

~0~

Nina laughed after hearing Barry's unfortunate run in with Julian. She was on her way to her car when the meta stopped her. "Oh right, Julian hates you."

"What—why!?"

Nina shrugged. "Don't know. But you hate him too. You always claim that he liked Belén."

"That makes sense," Barry muttered, thinking back to drastic change of attitude in Julian after Belén walked in. "He was all sunshine when Belén came into the lab—I hate him."

Nina smirked. "Green eyed speedster is not a good idea. And Belén doesn't like him. They were childhood friends, that's it."

"Childhood friends?" Barry repeated, trying to think of any story Belén might have told him including such a 'friend'.

Nina understood it was hard to feel relaxed when he really did not know what this new timeline entailed. She explained to him the situation since he was meant to already know this. "Barry, he's Mrs. Andrew's grandson, Belén's neighbor? He's been here for a year now."

"He wasn't here in the other world," Barry said the obvious.

"But he is now," Nina softly said. "And you're going to have to get around it somehow. I suggest not to argue with him a lot. That's always a source of arguments between you and Belén." Barry rolled his eyes and Nina added, "She's been his friend since they were kids, so they're close."

"Okay, but—"

"And she loves you," Nina purposely said louder to shut him up. "You guys put her in the middle of your fights like high schoolers. Since you've changed a lot of things, it wouldn't be a bad idea to change this too," she gave him a soft smile and a pat on the arm. "I have to go. My feet are killing me."

"You shouldn't be driving! You're pregnant!" Barry exclaimed as Nina got into her car.

She laughed in her seat and reached to close the door. "And you shouldn't be changing timelines yet here we are." She closed the door and left Barry to mumble a "Point three, Nina."

~0~

Caitlin wanted to be polite, it's how she found the way to survive throughout these rough times with the team. Being polite and mostly not talking worked like a charm whenever everyone was around but now that it was just her and Barry in the cortex, she could speak freely and tell him his sample just wasn't working.

"You know, there's really not that much here…" she looked up from the microscope examining the sample of a human body husk he'd brought in earlier.

Barry stood behind her with arms crossed. "Yeah, no, I know. It's basically touch DNA. I had to steal the sample because our meta-human expert wouldn't let me take one." It was mighty annoying having to work with someone who clearly disliked him and made things much more complicated.

A little smile worked its way across Caitlin's lips. "Oh, you mean Julian Albert?"

Barry sighed. "Yeah, you know him?" But of course they would know about that guy. It was just another thing he forgot about the new timeline.

Caitlin gave him an odd look for his question. "Yeah, Belén introduced us, remember?"

"Sure," Barry replied through gritted teeth.

Caitlin noticed the tension straight off and glanced at the threshold to see if Cisco was anywhere near. He'd gone off almost immediately after Barry arrived. "You know, Cisco told me you showed up to his bereavement group last night."

Barry dropped his arms to his side and sighed again. "Yeah, I did. He also tell you it didn't go so well?"

Caitlin apologetically nodded. "It's only been a few months since Dante was killed by that drunk driver. I'm sure he just needs a little bit more time."

"Yeah, but why is he mad at me?" Because as much as Barry looked at the situation from every possible angle, he just didn't understand why Cisco was upset with him.

Caitlin raised her hands almost instantly and turned away in her seat. "Oh no, I am staying out of that one!"

"Cait, he'll... he'll barely look at me unless other people are in the room!"

"Maybe it's just easier when the rest of us are around?"

Barry rubbed his face and surprisingly did good at keeping his frustration at bay. "Everyone's just... everything's wrong." Caitlin tilted her head in question over his choice of words. Barry leaned his hands on the desk and thought for a second. "Cait, do you think maybe you could convince Cisco to come with you to Joe's for dinner tonight?"

'Why?"

"So I can try to fix things between us, maybe between Joe and Iris, too. Just all of us together again in one room and try to work this out once and for all."

Caitlin thought that was definitely some god complex he was creating. "Are you sure that's a good idea? We haven't had a get together in...in a very long time…"

"It's better than just letting things keep going like this," Barry got himself a new round of determination and took a deep breath in. He started heading out.

"Where are you going?" Caitlin called from her seat.

"To get things arranged and then I'm gonna find Belén," he marched out with a good source of determination.

~0~

It was late in the afternoon when Belén finished her aerial dance practice. Today especially she needed the distractions so she might have stayed a little longer than planned. It explained her more weary attitude as she made her way up to the floor of her apartment. She unlocked her door with her free hand as she was carrying a cup of coffee she stopped by Jitters for, and automatically went to find the light switch. She stopped halfway when candlelights illuminated the entire apartment.

"What the…?" Her brain immediately wondered if a fire metahuman had popped up but soon deemed it ridiculous. No metahuman would take the time to delicately arrange candle lights everywhere before striking.

"I'm sorry," Barry's voice startled her. He emerged from the hallway. "Of course I know that you wouldn't purposely let Datura go, not even for my sake. You were obviously hurt and I should have focused more on that instead of stupidly believing that you let her go."

Belén seemed hesitant to believe it straight away. They'd spent a whole hour arguing over her last battle with Datura. She closed the door and dropped her duffel bag on the floor. "You said I was being irresponsible. That I shouldn't have let her go. Barry, I didn't." Her eyes glimmered with tears rather quick, making Barry wonder how much they argued about this and what terrible things were said. "In fact, I made a huge mistake when she escaped. I wasn't strong enough to keep her—"

"You were," Barry said, but she shook her head. "Belén, you passed out. Caitlin said that the device she made to cure Datura went haywire when it was connected to you and Datura. Plus, you had a chest injury. Passing out wasn't something you did voluntarily." Barry was frustrated, and the worst part was that he was frustrated with another version of himself so he couldn't technically do anything about it. He put his hands together, in front of his face, and took a deep breath. "Belén, you have no idea how sorry I am. I...ruin things—it's my trademark." He let his hands drop to his sides and shook his head. "I ruin things and the worst part is that I ruin them for everyone I love. I...screw them over." Datura's words were coming back to haunt him again. "I screwed up your fight and for some stupid reason I blamed you."

"You don't ruin things…" Belén said quietly. He was far too worked up this time around. "I just...I don't understand how you would think that I purposely let her go. What she said about you changing things, breaking the ultimate rule...even if she was saying something coherent, I wouldn't let her go for that. I'm trying to find her — every day, every night, I try to look for her."

"I know, of course you would. I believe you, trust me." Barry took a few steps towards her. "I know you would do that because it's who you are. You make good choices...I don't."

Belén shook her head. "No, don't say that, Barry. You try and that's what matters. I just need to know that you trust me."

"Of course. Bells, you have no idea how proud I was of you. You used to be so afraid of Datura and you ended up fighting her and putting her friend away, bringing her down. I got to see that."

Belén smiled sadly. "Yeah," she swallowed hard. Despite how the fight ended, she would always be proud of herself for rising up to that woman. She stood up and fought. She'd technically won too...she just passed out before she could imprison Datura.

"I'm sorry," Barry said again and reached for her free hand. "Can I make that up to you, little by little?"

"One condition: you're going to get rid of the candles all on your own." Belén gazed at the dozens and dozens of candles surrounding them. Barry laughed but promised he would. "Without speed," she warned. "Fire, wind...bad."

"I solemnly swear," Barry raised a hand to show he was serious.

Belén didn't bother with it as she leaned forwards, far too excitedly to kiss him. In her excitement, she bumped her coffee cup into him and spilled said coffee on him. She gasped and covered her mouth. "I am so sorry!"

Flashes of her previous (yet nonexistant anymore) drink-spilling accident made Barry laugh even harder. No matter what timeline they were in, this would always happen and he wouldn't want it any other way.

"Why are you laughing?" Belén asked, dead serious. "We're good now, you don't have to keep trying here!" She wanted to help him but didn't know how. Her hands kept going forwards and backwards trying to get him to keep still enough for her to help him get cleaned up.

Barry had other ideas instead. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her up to him for a sound kiss. Belén didn't mind the warm coffee staining her too; she missed her boyfriend a lot.

"Is it okay if I sleep here again?" Barry still asked cautiously afterwards.

Belén chuckled with her arms still around him. "Yes, I've missed you. But you'll have to share the bathroom with Iris again. She'll hate that."

"What?" Barry blinked and looked around for Iris as if she would pop up any moment.

"She's staying here, remember? She and her Dad…?" Belén wasn't sure how to take his realization. This wasn't news. It was like he was barely hearing about it. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, uh…I was just focused on you that I...forgot about everything else…" Barry was slowly putting the pieces together of this new timeline and with every new piece he found everything was worse than he thought.

"That is cliche and I love that...and you... and this place…" Belén looked around with a big smile. "I'd feel more romantic if I hadn't spilled coffee on you and if I had showered…" She then poked him on the chest with an innocent twinkle in her eyes, "Two of which we can fix...together…?"

"How…?" The fact Barry looked genuinely confused made Belén want to kiss him again, but she held herself for another moment.

"Don't make me explain. My singing scientist you are much smarter than that…" She pointed them to the hallway and let her smirk clarify it all for him. She laughed when it finally donned on him.

"Oooh...!"

~0~

Dinner was difficult to get everyone together, but what Barry found the hardest was getting people to talk. Belén could have told him this idea wasn't going to work out but she thought he would probably realize before…

Apparently not.

"This hits the spot, huh?" Barry said after dead silence for a good ten minutes. He hoped it would spark some conversation at the table, but only Joe followed.

"You can thank Grandma Esther…"

"Well thank her indeed," Nina was the only one eagerly eating. She hated her big appetite but no one seemed surprised.

Barry couldn't help smile at her. "Actually, I just meant, um... all of us, actually, just here, together. I was actually thinking, um, that maybe it'd be fun if we all went away together for a few days. Just like a little Team Flash vacay…?"

Iris lowered her fork, trying to understand what he was getting at. "And do what?"

"Bond? Reconnect?" Barry was getting nowhere with them.

"You mean like a retreat?" Caitlin asked just to be sure.

"That's the ones with trust exercises and the weird songs…" even Belén was having trouble picturing the idea.

"Epic fail, party of eight," Cisco muttered as he angrily stuffed his forkbite into his mouth. Caitlin gave him a disapproving look but he merely shrugged and ate.

Barry did his best to keep things going despite the odds of winning becoming more and more slim. "I just... I just feel like we're not the team that we were or can be."

"I'd be down for it," Wally felt awkward as he raised a hand. Thankfully, Nina did the same.

"I would be too, but, uh…" she gestured to her current state, "I'm afraid I think I'll pop at any second. Plus, I'm not sure Elliot would be okay with it. Sorry."

"I...I get what you're trying to do, but...you don't think we can afford to take a vacation," Belén bit her lip, sending Barry an apologetic smile.

"You were the one that said we should take a break to Italy," Barry said without thinking.

"I did?" Judging by her face, Barry figured the changed timelines erased that part of her too.

"I'm going to have to agree with Belén, sorry," Caitlin spoke up, very much sorry. "Especially with all these husks showing up all over town—"

"Speaking of husks, I'm glad you're finally ready to open up about them," Iris gave her a father an expectant glance.

"Iris, I already told you, I can't tell you anything about this case."

Iris was confused only for a second before she realized what actually happened. "Oh, really? Because that's not what I was told."

Joe was quick to figure it out as well. "Strange. I was under the impression you had some things to say to me, too. Isn't that right, Bar?"

"Told you. Epic fail," Cisco murmured to Caitlin who, by this point, didn't know how to keep his comments at bay.

Barry sighed and gave up. "Okay, look, yeah. I arranged this. I put all this together. I'm sorry, guys. Look, I just... we're not acting like a team, and I just wanted things back to how they were. Just fixed."

Cisco shook his head and let his fork fall on his plate with a loud clang. "If you wanted things fixed, maybe you should have gone back in time and stopped my brother from dying!"

Everyone went dead silent, including Barry who had finally understood the real problem Cisco had with him.

"You want me to change the timeline to save Dante?" The mere question added on an extra layer of guilt on Barry.

"Why would you do that?" Cisco sarcastically responded. "It's not like he's your brother." Everyone's cellphones went off with the same alert.

Cisco picked up his phone first. "Meta-human app. We gotta go!"

"I would love to help—" Nina barely got the words out when Belén shushed her.

"Elliot would kill us," the ombre-blonde pointed Nina to Wally. "Look after her please," she asked and hurried off with the others.

Barry was the first one to reach the spot where the metahuman app had directed them. Saying he was stunned to find the Rival was a clear understatement. He was beyond confused and wondered if, somehow, the timeline was yet again being changed as a consequence of his decisions.

The Rival seemed to understand perfectly the situation Barry was in. he ripped off the hood of his mask with smug rage. "Remember me, Flash?"

"Clariss?"

"Oh, you do remember, Flash? Good, I remember everything, too."

"How are you here?"

"It doesn't matter. You see, what does matter is that I know your little secret. You changed the timeline. Because if I recall correctly, the only Speedsters in my other life were me and that smartass Kid Flash, until you showed up and stole everything from me!"

"I didn't steal anything from you, Clariss. I... I was just trying to put things back to the way they're supposed to be!" Barry hoped to God no one was listening in on them.

"This is how my life is supposed to be!" Clariss shouted. "For years, I felt like something was missing. And now I know why."

"Well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this to you-"

"Yeah, well, you did. And here I am. Your Rival, back again," Clariss gestured to himself with utter pride. "Believe me, Flash, this time, you're not gonna steal my life so easily!"

He took off with his usual speed, leaving Barry to go after him. The two chased each other all over the city with no upper hand. When it looked like the Rival was about to speed ahead Barry surprised him from the side and threw him with all his force. The Rival toppled over many streets until his body flung over the water bridge. Barry was there mere seconds later but as much as he looked the Rival was gone.

~0~

"Barry, hey!" Belén found him first after coming back to STAR Labs. "I'm sorry I didn't catch up - something...came up…"

And perhaps if Barry had been paying better attention to her instead of the fact Edward Clariss was back, he would've sensed her strange excuse. He merely told her it was alright and went on to tell her, and the rest of the group, what happened.

Belén's mother, Veronica, was the first to get frustrated. "You mean to tell us that after finally getting rid of Zoom there's another evil Speedster?" The detective flung a hand towards Belén who blinked with surprise. "At least tell me there's no doppelgangers this time?"

"Why do you imply it's going to be another me?" Belén frowned. Veronica waved her off, deepening her frown. "I'm praying that Datura was the only evil one of my doppelgangers."

"Okay, well, who is this guy?" Iris asked Cisco and Caitlin at the desk.

"Well," Caitlin got up from her chair as she worked to bring up the profile of their new meta, "I finally got the results back from the test I ran on the husk that Barry gave me this morning. And it's weird, because there's no traces of dark matter, but there are traces of the Speed Force. His name is…"

"Edward Clariss," Barry dejectedly said just mere seconds before the screen behind him came to life with Clariss' profile. Everyone's eyes flickered from Barry to the screen and so forth.

"And somehow Barry is exactly right," Caitlin sat back down trying to figure out how that was possible.

"You're holding out on us," Belén knew right off the top. She didn't mean it to be demanding, but that's the lead Iris took.

"What is it?"

Barry couldn't take their accusing looks, especially when he knew it was all his fault. Clariss had come back, and on top of it he created terrible rifts between his own family. It was all him. He did it…

"Barry?" Belén cautiously called his name. There was something not right with him but she couldn't decide if it was still grief or... something new.

"I'm sorry...I have to...I have to fix things," Barry decided and sped out of there. He would attempt to fix things the only way he knew of…

"What just happened?" Iris was left asking in the room. No one had an answer.

"It's just Barry," Cisco muttered and walked out.

"We need to figure out a way to put that speedster in the pipeline," Joe told the remaining women. "Before he does something really bad."

"We'll figure something out," Caitlin promised him and Veronica as the two began to leave as well.

"Belén, can I show you something?" Iris asked ad soon as it was just them and Caitlin. She motioned Caitlin to near them too as she pulled out her phone.

"What are we looking at exactly?" Belén asked after Iris pulled up a security video of the waterfront where Barry and Clariss were.

"This is the feed Cisco pulled up while you and Caitlin went M.I.A after dinner," Iris explained, although she missed the nervous glances of her two friends. "He didn't pay too much attention to it - does that a lot now often - but I did. Okay look, it's pretty obvious that this guy knows Barry." Because indeed the two speedsters were conversing quite emotionally before they chased each other.

"I don't... understand…" Caitlin gave a tilt of her head. It did look like Clariss was...accusing Barry of something? That pointed finger at Barry couldn't say anything else.

"Barry is keeping things from us, I know it," Iris put her phone away and settled a sharp stare on Belén. "And you need to find out what it is."

The woman in question blinked with alarm. "Me?" she pointed at herself. "Demand to know about a secret? I don't...I don't think I can, Iris." She avoided Iris' scrutinizing eyes by backtracking several steps from her and Caitlin in the process.

"What? Why not?" Iris crossed her arms, expecting some sort of explanation that would possibly make sense.

Belén's eyes kept flickering to Caitlin, something Iris picked up on fast, while she really did try to answer the question. "I just...I don't...it would be very...I can't." And Belén hated how that made her sound, but she just couldn't go demanding Barry to reveal something, not when she was…

Iris turned to Caitlin to see what the brunette had to say, but Caitlin followed Belén's league and avoided making eye contact with Iris at all costs. "You want to fill me in or something…?" Iris asked both of them.

"I just can't, I'm sorry," Belén shook her head and hurried out.

"I think it's better to just drop it, Iris," Caitlin gave Iris a soft warning and went after Belén.

Iris truly had no words, and much less a clue as to what had just happened.

~ 0 ~

The last thing Barry ever thought would happen now was facing his father's doppelganger and actually being forced to have breakfast with him on Earth 3. Really, what else could happen now? Oh, right, this earth ran a little slow so it was also 1998.

Barry really hoped that was it. "This isn't the reason you pulled me out of the Speed Force right?" he gestured to the menu on the table.

Henry gave a shake of his head. "Because you were about to reset the timeline again after screwing it all up." Barry opened his mouth but only noises of his shock came out. "Oh, yeah, I know about that."

"How did you—"

"After your not-so-subtle reaction when you first met me... Harry told me all that happened with Zoom and your mom and your dad, so I decided I'd keep my eye on you for a bit."

Barry figured that was exactly what Harry would have done the moment they were gone. "He tell you anything else?"

"He did. I'm your father's doppelganger. Sorry about that…" Because even now it was hard for Barry to keep an eye-level conversation with him.

"It's just...really weird."

"And really sad, too... I'm sure. Having a loss like that in your life, I see why you'd wanna erase it. Who wouldn't try to save their parents? I understand that, Barry, completely. But the thing is, there are consequences to time travel."

"I have heard all of this before—" Barry tried to say, even about to count the times he'd heard the same lecture. It didn't matter anymore as he'd done already.

"Not from me you haven't. I'm not some Doctor with a theory, Barry. I'm a Speedster, like you, who's traveled in time, and made these same mistakes you are making right now. Here, let me show you something," Henry reached for an empty cup of tea beside the menu on the table.

Barry rolled his eyes, and surely was about to leave. "Okay, you know what—"

"Humor me, kid," Henry motioned him to keep in his seat. "This coffee cup right here. Think of it as the space-time continuum. Whenever you go back in time it breaks." He vibrated the cup until a chip of it cracked.

Barry wanted to know how the man was giving speedster lectures when he just vibrating his hand in open daylight. "For real?"

"Now... you can reset the timeline, you can try to fix it, but no matter how hard you try…" Jay had pulled the chip of the cup off and tried placing back as if it was never broken in the first place, "...it's never gonna be exactly how it was."

"Look, I've learned all this stuff that I didn't know before, okay? I'm not gonna make the same—"

"Mistakes," Jay finished for him. "Yeah, what you just said right there? That is the paradox of time travel, and also the paradox of life. I mean, if I only knew then what I know now."

"Why have these powers if I can't go back and fix what I broke?" Barry couldn't help demand with frustration. Here he was with powers not a lot of people had and yet he couldn't do something grand like saving people from death without causing even more trouble? What kind of logic was that?

"We're not gods, we're men, who, for whatever reason, have been given extraordinary abilities," Jay hoped Barry would catch on. "The question you need to ask yourself is, what kind of hero are you gonna be? Are you just gonna take a do-over every time you make a mistake? Or will you live with them and move forward?"

Ah, the ringing honest question that made Barry pause for the first time and think about the long run. It wasn't the present, nor the next day he should be thinking about...it was the future. What kind of person was he going to be for the rest of his life?

~ 0 ~

"Are you sure you're okay?" Caitlin's question carried into the cortex as she and Belén walked in. Cisco, Iris, Joe and Veronica were already there, recruited once again.

"Yeah, yeah," Belén waved Caitlin to stop just as they faced everyone. "Where's Barry?" she asked the group.

Just a mere second later, Barry sped into the room with a face worse for wear. "I need to tell you all something," he said almost instantly. He needed to be fast or else his courage might slip away from him. "The truth."

"The truth about what?" Iris asked.

"Okay, um... after Zoom killed my dad, after we defeated him, um... I wasn't in a great space, and I felt like the only way I could fix that was to run back in time and save my mom."

There was a silence over the group as Barry's words settled down.

"You stopped the Reverse-Flash from killing your mom?" Belén spoke slowly, as if that would make better sense for her.

"Yes…" Barry let his head hang in shame.

"Wait, so, is she alive?" Wally wondered out loud.

"She was. For a few months. I lived with her and my dad. I had a completely different life," Barry still smiled at the bittersweet memories. "I wasn't even the Flash for most of it."

"You mean to tell us you created this whole...other world, then?" Even Veronica was lost like Wally. She didn't understand the full extent of a speedster's powers, and she never cared enough to ask.

"Okay, um…" Barry spotted a nearby clear board and picked up a marker to explain in the usual way. "This is the timeline," he drew a horizontal line and made a dot at the end. "This is the point that we exist on it right now. This—" he scribbled in a dot at the other end of the line, "—past point is where my mom was murdered. So when I saved her, I created a new reality. A new timeline. I was living in…"

"A mirror universe," Cisco mumbled but Barry heard him.

"It's called a Flashpoint, apparently."

"But you decided to leave it," Joe gestured to the obvious. "Why?"

Barry sighed. "That life started to spin out of control. This guy, Clariss, he was a Speedster there, too. He was known as the Rival. He caused a lot of problems. So, um... I decided to run back in time again and let things happen as they were supposed to, in hopes of... resetting the timeline, but…"

"Things weren't the same," Belén understood first.

"She said it didn't matter what I did because you were going to do something that would screw it up."

She shuddered. This is what Datura had seen this coming. It had to be. "You screwed it up," the words tumbled out of her mouth.

Barry knew what she was thinking of. They both remembered. "When I came back, things weren't the same. People weren't the same. Um, I created another timeline."

"Another world to live in," Caitlin nodded. "This—" she gestured with a finger at the room, "—isn't the original world we used to live in?"

"It's not as different as the last one. Not in large ways, but in some ways, in smaller ways, and, uh—" Barry swallowed hard, "—meaningful ways for all of you or anybody that's close to me. And I can't ever really put it back together." He forced himself to face everyone in the eyes, like they deserved, because at this point it was all he could for them.

"Barry, that's a lot to take in…" Joe murmured from his spot.

"We got along in that other life, my dad and I, didn't we?" Iris finally realized that part and didn't know whether or not to be furious or plain sad. "That's why you've been working so hard to get us talking again."

"Okay, here's the thing. Um, I will tell you what's different, all of you, if you wanna know," Barry made it clear, even though it might not even do them well. He would still give them that choice. "But you have to live with those differences because I can't change it again. But at least you'll know. And you all deserve that choice."

Belén put her two index fingers together in front of her nose, her mind thinking rapidly. "That's why you asked about Italy. I never said anything about a trip. And the fight we had...that's why you were so confused. You didn't argue with me, this timeline's version of you did."

"So you decided it was okay to change things when someone in your family dies, but when it's someone in my family…" Cisco pointed after the two and waved at the others, indicating he was taking a leaf out of their book.

Iris rubbed her forehead, unsure of what she even thought at the moment. "We're...going to need some time, Barry."

"I know," Barry whispered. He understood the consequences, and that was what he was going to face...with all his courage.

~ 0 ~

Belén was heading into the Green room of the building for some space when her phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket and saw an unknown number on the screen. She brought the phone to her ear to answer it. "Hello?"

"I did warn you, didn't I?"

Belén froze.

"Tsk, tsk, the speedster breaking the ultimate rule: changing the timelines. He has no idea what he's done to everyone."

Belén swallowed hard. "Datura."

#ocappreciation #arrowverseocs #fd: the flash #the flash #barry allen #the flash fics #barry allen fics #barry allen imagines #barry allen x oc #the flash imagines #the flash x oc #arrowverse ocs #arrowverse fics #arrowverse imagines #oc: Belén Palayta #oc: Belen Palayta #fic: make you stay #i'm also catching this fic up across platforms #i have like 4 more chapters left to catch up to so bear with me!!

[divine-donna]

hey, can you make Miguel O'Hara X gender neutral reader? Where reader (Miguel lover) accidentally get teleport or glitch in the spider verse where they (the Spidey's) were in the middle of chasing miles? Thank you! <3

hi anon. i'm happy to write this for you.

i wrote this in the form of headcanons rather than a fic. i'm still recuperating from finishing dragon age: inquisition, the succession finale (even if it was like a week ago), my adrenaline high from the across the spiderverse, and the other things i have written already.

some creative additions i made: this is a spidey! reader. i think it naturally made more sense to have a spidey! reader rather than a civilian. i would have to jump through a lot of hoops for a civilian reader to make sense and my brain does not have the capacity to jump through those hoops right now.

you deserved a well needed rest. after all the work you had been pulling to keep the multiverse safe, it was the least you deserved. especially a nap.

what you didn't expect when you went home was to just fall asleep on the couch.

you had gone out with your friends, finally caught up with them, and changing into some comfortable lounging clothes. you had plans to watch the newest 3 hour long ego project the director called a movie. and naturally because it was 3 hours long and an ego project filled with nothing, you ended up falling asleep.

what you forgot to take off was your multiversal band. you always kept it on in case of emergencies.

you also had a habit of rolling around in your sleep a bit. and you don't have the best luck with technology.

naturally your band malfunctions and you're thrown into the portal and transported back to hq.

ideally you didn't want to be falling through the space. but you were. and that woke you up.

"fuck! fuck! fuck!"

you had no web shooters. why would you? who sleeps with web shooters anyways? (actually there are some spider people that might)

and the worst part is, no one seemed to notice that you were falling. because they were busy doing something else.

when you squinted your eyes, you saw what was happening: every single spider-person that was at hq was chasing after one singular spider-person.

you didn't know who it was but from the looks of it, it looked like a young spider-person. someone who was only a kid.

if only you weren't just free falling-

"(y/n)! what are you doing here!" a familiar voice exclaims.

he caught you in midair, swinging safely to the nearest platform that wasn't stampeding with spider people and other variations of spider totems to set you down.

you took in his appearance. his hair was disheveled and his fangs were poking out. you also noticed his talons were out too and his breathing was heavy.

"i...i was teleported here on accident." you explain. "what is going on?"

"i can't talk right now. go back home! it's supposed to be your day off!" he gives you a small kiss on your cheek and prepares himself to jump off the platform.

"miguel, who is that?"

"miles morales. he disrupted a canon event and now the multiverse is at stake! and we're trying to prevent him from causing another one."

"okay well did you try talking to him?"

"of course!" he exclaims, turning to look at you. "it's the first thing i did. but he doesn't want to listen. now i have to catch him before he disappears!"

he doesn't even wait for you to respond before jumping off. as much as miguel loved you and loved talking to you and cherished your presence, he had to catch up to miles. he had to stop him.

he had to save the multiverse.

you were left with a sinking pit in your stomach. something told you that today was not the day to take off.

but first you needed to find lyla or margo to help with your watch so you can grab your suit and equipment and come back.

#requests #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spider-man 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

[kenny-the-ken]

can you do a fic where kenny steals himself a hot goth gf from the sp goth kids?:) BUT she’s a dominatrix

Dark Seductress

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Warnings!!! nsfw content, dirty talk

Kenny was besotted with you, he had been for about a year, it was more than a crush at this point, in fact, all his friends knew about it, and teased him for it. As if a 21 year old would go for someone a year younger than them, but Kenny didn't care, every time you passed him in the hallways of your college he felt his breath catch in his throat.

He had to do something about this, and quick. But you were so out of his league. You didn't seem the type to be attached to an average guy, not to mention that Kenny wasn't exactly rolling in cash either, which only made him even more self conscious. But he needed an answer, god he hoped you'd say yes.

Kenny knew you and your small group of friends sat out the back of the college, smoking cigarettes and chatting shit about everyone else. You were a goth, normally not Kenny's type, but by god were you perfect.

Long, black hair that cascaded down your back, and today he couldn't help but let his mind wander, you were wearing a leather corset top, that had straps a over your breasts in the shape of a pentagram, that connected round your throat, a black, pleated skirt, with chains and leather straps that hung in long loops from its waistband, fishnet stocking that were held up on your leg by a garter you wore under your shirt skirt, and a large pair of black platform boots, with straps and buckles across them.

Kenny swore you dressed like this on purpose, just for him to see, and when he saw your friends getting up to head to their classes, he watched on, seeing you stay seated on the step you were on, taking a long drag of your cigarette.

This was his chance! And by god he was going to take it! Kenny made his way over to you, trying his best to channel his typical confident swagger. And he approached you, stopping in front of you.

"Mind if I sit here?" Kenny questioned, and you held out your hand to where the others previously sat, indicating that he could indeed sit with you.

There was a small silence, as you opened up your cigarette box, plucking one from it before holding it out to Kenny, offering one to him.

"Thanks." Kenny shot you a gappy smile, taking one from the box and pulling a lighter from his pocket, both of you now smoking together in silence.

"What's your name?" You asked, turning slightly so you could see him better, cocking a brow, as he pulled down his orange parka hood, his messy blonde locks escaping from their prison.

"I'm Kenny. Kenny McCormick. And you are?" He asked, not that he didn't already know, but he didn't want to come across like a creep.

"I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you, Kenny. I'm surprised you spoke to me, most people think we're scary." You teased, a laugh emanating from both of you.

"You're not scary at all, just really fuckin' hot." Kenny spoke, taking a drag of his cigarette, and you did the same, exhaling the smoke as you spoke.

"That's good to know, personally I think you're a little cutie. I bet you'd look perfect tied up beneath me." You pushed further, and Kenny's cheeks shone red, almost lost for words.

"So you like to be dominant then?" Kenny questioned his eyebrow quirked in interest. Personally, till this point he'd never really thought of a woman dominating him, liking to be the dominant partner himself, but he reckons it would be pretty hot to be completely under your spell, I mean let's face it, he already was.

"I mean, I like to switch, I like to be submissive too, but I also like being the dominant party too." You replied, stubbing your cigarette out on the floor beside you. And Kenny had a smirk on his face, sitting now on the step beside you, his hand on your thigh as he took one last drag of his cigarette, flicking the butt away, blowing the smoke from his mouth, and leaning closer to you ear.

"I mean, I'd let you have your way with me anytime. All you gotta do is ask." Kenny whispered, and you smirked back at him, surprised slightly by his confidence, but wanting to see how submissive he really could be.

You shifted your body ever so closer to him, your own hand moving to grip his thigh, dangerously close to his groin, and delivering a hard squeeze to it, making Kenny gasp ever so slightly.

"Then how about you come over tonight and you can show me what you're made of." You teased, Kenny's cheeks flushed as he nodded quickly, eyes wide and focused on you.

"I'd fuckin' love that." Kenny breathed out, his cock already starting to swell in his jeans, you could feel the fabric tightening, your hand still on his thigh, and you leaned closer to him, scoffing slightly.

"Aw look, you getting hard for me already, hm? So responsive." You teased further, as Kenny's teeth caught his bottom lip, and he was sure he was going to draw blood he bit down that hard.

"I'll send you my address. See you tonight, pretty boy." You spoke before standing, knowing from where Kenny was sitting he had a perfect view up your skirt, and by god was he glad he looked, you wore lace red panties, and he swore he came in his pants just looking at you.

You turned on your heel and walked away from him, glancing back to send him a quick wink, what had he gotten himself into? And why was he the most excited he'd ever been about a sexual encounter in his life?

Let me know if y'all want a part 2, cause I am so down for that 🫢

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick smut #stan marsh #eric cartman #kyle south park #kyle brovlofski #stan south park #south park #south park kenny #south park x reader #south park x y/n #sp kenny #kenny sp #south park fanfiction #fanfic #south park boys

[forusomimiya]

Who’s wanna to be tagged in a little not little fic about Miguel o’hara and spider woman!reader? I also leave here a small piece of the fic so you can have more curiosity hehehehehehe

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"You're basically using an excuse to keep me here most of the time, Miguel. Don't deny me."

"No. You're wrong" he attacked pointing at you.

"Then, give me a reason why I shouldn't be in this society if my work isn't as flawless as you think." A clear silence flooded the room and with it, the absence of his response. It was clear. He didn't have one. He always brought you here for another reason, but you didn't know what. Or maybe you did. “Is it that you wanna see me more often?"

“what?"

“Ya know... you can't stand me, but I see the way you look at me sometimes." You raised your eyebrow.

"You have no idea what you're talking about”

"C’mon Miguel. Look at you! don't you think it's a waste of time for me to come here at least twice a week, to get an unnecessary lecture on my, and sorry for say the truth, excellent behaviour that you don't have the slightest reason to, I don't know, 'be annoy' with?” You embellished the word with quotation marks before folding your arms again and waiting for another contradictory response from him. You weren't angry, you weren't at all, but if you thought you were right about the real reason why he was summoning you here, you just wanted this stupid game to end and for him to make things very clear for you once and for all.

"Hmm..."

"Hmm what?" Miguel clenched his jaw and snorted before making the platform he was on descend. You didn't know what he was going to do, but your heart raced and a knot of nerves caught your stomach. You weren't sure if you felt fear, or anxiety, but whatever it was, you were going to face it.

"You are a box of surprises" with every step he took towards you, the superiority and intimidation he conveyed slapped you full in the face, catching you and leaving you with no escape under his net.

You swallowed hard and faced him as best you could, even though inside you were shaking uncontrollably and about to spill your heart out of your mouth. He stopped in front of you and looked you up and down, returning to your eyes with one of those damned smiles he used to give you when he saw you falter in front of him.

“So..."

"So I guess you're right. I'm being too hard with you, isn’t that so?" his hands gripping his hips, the smile still breaking across his face, and his eyes turning into a crimson red. You knew that look, and it meant only one thing:

The next move he’d do, you would never get over in your life.

#miguel o’hara x reader smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderverse #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #miguel o’hara is hot #miguel o’hara spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x you #spiderman across the spiderverse

[clawbehavior]

not actually a question, but a declaration and a thanks.

I love your stories, Enantiomer is especially my personal favorite! I had a greedy moment after I finished reading chapter 3, write a comment that may or may not seem delirious bcs there were things I think I missed (I forgot which is the older twin from Gaon and Isaac), the small things like that. I decided to immediately reread the whole story and I thought, these 3 chapters are enough!

let me tell you, I always shed tears reading the 2nd chapter. chapter 3 feels like having your prayers answered/ a breeze in a very hot weather. it just feels right and peaceful, hopeful ending. the ending is enough to make me wonder how the characters will fare in the future but i have faith they're in a happy place. it's that kind of story for me.

i will reign my excitement and overflowing feelings for this story of yours as to not scare you off or make you overwhelmed with my responses here and there. thankyou you wonderful human!

i once read this beautiful post by Paulo Cohelo where he described getting a comment from a reader across the world about how touching they found The Alchemist, so he got up and and went outside and looked up at the sky. reading your comment made me understand what he meant by that, what he felt, and why he did it. 

i'm so, so happy that 'enantiomers' touched you deeply. because i also care about them deeply. like you, i felt hurt for yohan in chapter 2 and relief for their growing family in chapter 3. but as you know, being a creator means wondering if your art/story/plot/setting/characterization that you experience so richly when creating them also come across like that to your reader; if someone will be similarly moved by your story as you. and you got it!!! you picked up on all these tiny and crucial details; the differences between the twins, how kang jisang had left an impression on isaac, gahan's hyung kink, that gaon badly wanted to be loved and yohan badly wanted to give it to him. getting your comments made writing that story worth it. 

i totally agree that the fic left off on a hopeful note even if the way forwards seems unclear. strong emotions like theirs take time to fully resolve, no matter how genuine the effort behind it. but i know they get through it. gaon and yohan actively include isaac (and his little family) in their lives. they show up when things get tough, congratulate each other on their wins, push each other gently when needed, and are there for each other. isaac's whole thing with their relationship stemmed from a fear of change and losing yohan. but seeing yohan be healthy and happy and being actively included in their lives settles him. as a result, gaon feels secure too. 

actually, reading your comments made me want to write a version of this story where kim deji is alive, gahan still falls in love, and she lovingly guides everyone through that transition. it starts with gaon waiting for his train on an outdoor platform and watching trains pull in and out of the station. he makes eye contact with a university student through the glass. it shouldn't be anything big except that the young man visibly starts and says something to gaon through the glass. gaon blinks back in confusion, but the train is already pulling out of the station. the young man frantically runs the length of it inside while gaon watches. gaon sees him mouthing the words ishmael and isaac, realizes that this man knows his brother/his family and they share a grief stricken look before the train pulls away completely. 

gaon stays rooted to the platform. he misses his train. but it's worth it because yohan gets down at the next station and runs all the way back to the older man, catching hold of him. gaon can barely make out what the younger man is saying, talking a mile a minute as he is, until yohan pulls out his phone, calls kim deji, and gaon hears his mother's voice for the first time in decades. 

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a little gift for you for your lovely comments. i will cherish them deeply. thank you. 

#a03 #am writing #moots #penpals #i was away from tumblr bc i started a new job on monday #and came back to this beautiful comment #penpalling

[amiharana]

Hey; different anon here. I saw your post about Revali singing to Link, and that got me thinking: Revali singing in some cavernous place(maybe an unearthed Sheikah building, but those probably would be occupied by researchers 24/7 so idk) and Link finding him there, maybe catching him mid-practice. First, Revali trying to come up with a feasible reason why he hangs out in said place would be hilarious, and second, imagine him singing some old Rito song to Link once he promises he won't tell anyone 👀

Also: imagine all chamipons, Link and Zelda hanging out on one of the Divine Beasts and singing a song together (i am very weak to champions being a found family)

oh anon this is a fantastic idea and i got a little carried away with it. i am so sorry i basically half-wrote fanfic here omg i'm gonna put a read-more under the next paragraph 😭 i also really love the idea of the champions as a found family aaaa but i will not be able to cover that here because this post is already long enough HAHAHA i'll try to talk a bit on that in a separate post LOL i recall there being a modern revalink au where the champions are in a musical? and i believe it was by bibliomaniac! i'm gonna have to go reread it that fic was gassss omg

i would like to suggest the cave where the great hebra skeleton is as revali's super-secret-singing cave! maybe he stumbled upon it as a fledgling and promptly left screeching and running when he saw huge beastly skeleton, but later returned over the years and started using it as his secret singing practice cave. the acoustics in that place gotta be fire, fr.

i'm imagining this happening pre-calamity, but maybe link is checking out the huge hole in hebra peak with zelda (for science reasons >:] zelda is a Woman in STEM!). when they're done, zelda gets flown back down to rito village by another rito who accompanied them, but link decides to stay for a little while longer because hebra is one of the prettiest regions hands down idc! he ends up accidentally figuring out how to shield-surf down the peak completely unintentionally and i know his dumb ass face-planted into the snow LMAO. somehow, he ends up near the stone entrance where one of the doors have already been propped open... so keeping a hand ready to grab for his sword, link enters the cave 😳

but once he does actually enter, he hears a beautiful voice singing a melancholy song, their voice resonating and bouncing off of the cavern's walls and link is entranced. his guard drops immediately and he follows the song deeper into the cave, eyes wide and moving like he's possessed where he's greeted by not only a gigantic fucking leviathan skeleton and one of those shrines zelda's obsessed with, but revali, the champion of the rito and known asshole freak, being the owner of that incredible angelic voice? hylia above, revali of all people?!

but the longer that link listens, the further he falls under revali's musical spell, the rito standing on the platform lip of the shrine, a hand on his chest and his eyes shut as he sings. revali does have a very nice voice and it's making link want to sing with him, like he's meant to or something. but the longing in revali's voice keeps catching link off guard — why does he sound so sad? why does he sing like his heart aches to be with someone he can't have...?

by the time revali has finished his sorrowful song and opens his eyes, link stands before him at the steps of the shrine, his eyes still wide. for a moment, revali holds link's gaze catching his breath and doesn't actually register it's link at first, but then—

"how did you get in here?!" revali squawks, jumping back. his screech echoes across the cavern, but link doesn't flinch at all still staring at revali in awe.

"i could ask the same of you," link says breathlessly. "do you normally just hang out in caves? you know what, that's not important right now. your voice is... incredible."

revali shifts and preens under the praise, but it's still link, who of course has disrupted all his plans once more. "y-yes, well," revali stammers, "it's not as though as an extraordinary warrior such as myself couldn't be talented in music and art! the rito are natural singers, our vocal chords are practically perfectly formed for singing when we're born! why wouldn't i posses a voice fit for the heavens?" revali tosses his braids over his shoulder and points his beak upwards, but he keeps an eye trained on link, who still stares in awe and admiration. it's... quite nice to have link's attention like this. "and for your information, i do not just hang out in caves. i'm a creature of wind and sky! i simply required an isolated location that would provide the proper resonance i needed to... rehearse. and this was the perfect spot, until you came and ruined it!"

"what was that song you were singing?" link says softly, ignoring revali's harsh words. he takes a step closer and revali can't find it in him to move away. "it sounded so... sad."

revali stares at him incredulously, before sighing in resignation. link was a very stubborn person who was focused on achieving his goals, no matter what. it was... an admirable trait, in more appropriate situations than this. "it's an ancient song of the rito," revali responds, in a much softer tone than when he previously spoke. "it might be difficult for you to believe, but the rito are a people of intimacy and devotion. we aren't just warriors." revali looks back to meet link's piercing blue gaze. it could blend in with the ice that surrounds the cavern walls around the leviathan skeleton. "this song... is one of yearning, of being apart for far too long, whether it be time or space, and of wishing desperately to be by each other's side once more.

"it was originally in the ancient tongue of my ancestors, but of course time and its partner conquest have done their duties, attempting to usher in reinterpretations and translations digestible for general hyrulean dialects and muddling our sacred words in the process." link winces and stares apologetically. "don't bother with apologies now, what's done is done. the ancient rito language still lives, even if broken and battered. my ancestors never yielded to such conquests." revali looks away again and up at the great skeleton above their heads. "and it's still a proud and beautiful song, even if somber."

"it is beautiful," link agrees. then he fidgets, averting his eyes to play with his fingers. "a very beautiful song..." link still feels that aching need to sing with revali, and that song....

revali studies link's actions. "spit it out," he says. "you very clearly want to say something. did you change your mind and decided that my performance was pathetic and subpar?" revali's words are frigid, sharpened into icicles dipped in bitterness.

"no!" link's head shoots up, eyes wide in panic. "no, no, never. your voice is amazing, i really meant that! i just..." link fidgets again. "the song... is it... do you... do you do lessons?" revali blinks and link takes it as a no. "sorry, never mind, that was dumb, i—"

"with all due respect, champion link," revali cuts him off, "perhaps you should allow me a chance to respond." link shuts his mouth and nods. "what do you mean, 'lessons'?"

"would... would you teach me the song?" link says. he stares at revali with wide blue eyes, nervous but curious more than anything. it catches revali completely off-guard.

"you... want to learn it?" revali says. his tone is no longer icy and spitting, instead soft and genuinely surprised.

"yes," link whispers, eyes impossibly wider. "you said it's sad, but it sounds beautiful. i'm not the greatest singer in the world or anything, but i can appreciate a well-composed song when i hear it. so... i want to learn it, if you'll teach me."

when revali looks into link's eyes again, they're still nervous but now they're hopeful and determined and genuine and it leaves revali astonished. link, of all people, wanted to learn a song of his people? "perhaps," revali murmurs, "you aren't as incompetent and selfish as i thought you were. i could spare some time to teach you such a significant song of our culture..." link perks up, eyes sparkling— "but! under certain conditions!"

"i'll do anything," link agrees immediately. that surprises revali too, but he masks it as he stares at link.

"i will not have you sullying my name and image as a champion," revali says, "and so you will not speak of this to anyone. you won't tell anyone about this encounter, this place, that i'm teaching you this song, that i sing at all — this will remain strictly between you and me, understand?" and link nods right away, maintaining his intense blue-eyed gaze. "...good." revali shakes his crest feathers out reflexively. "i'm finished for this session, but if your desire to learn this song manages to survive the night, you will find me here again at dawn."

"then i'll see you tomorrow morning," link says breathlessly, beginning to grin. "thank you, revali... i'm genuinely grateful."

"rightfully so," revali preens. "you'll be learning only from the best. now let us return to the village, before the princess thinks you've abandoned your duties and disappeared into the wilderness."

when they step outside of the cavern, the sun is beginning to reach for its bed under the horizon, the sky above them glowing in soft shades of pink and orange and light sheets of snow fall gently around them. link gasps softly at the scenery — hebra truly is one of the most beautiful regions in hyrule. revali snorts at the little hylian's wonder but his chest swells with pride for his home.

as he raises his wings to gather updraft, revali realizes that link doesn't really have any other methods of returning to the village. he doesn't even know how link got here in the first place, but if he were to walk all the way back to the village from here, he might as well just leave himself for dead. the hebra mountains were beautiful, yes, but they were incredibly dangerous for anyone who wasn't prepared or familiar with the terrain. and so revali takes a breath to gather his pride and ask...

"do... do you want me to take you back to the village?" revali mumbles, averting his eyes. link turns to look back at him, his eyes wide. "simply out of necessity, of course. a flightless, featherless thing like yourself couldn't possibly make it back to the village on your own and return by dawn. it would be a death sentence!" revali's feathers begin to ruffle as he continues to talk— "the princess would have my head if i didn't ensure your safety, as i'm practically responsible for it if we're out here together."

"i'd like that," link murmurs, his gaze softening. revali looks back at him and his feathers rise. "thank you, revali."

"yes, well, i'm sure you would," revali stutters, "i'd provide the smoothest and most comfortable ride out of all the rito!" revali turns away, trying to subtly pat down his feathers, and crosses his arms. "now, get on my back, we're losing light! i don't want to fly when it gets dark. i won't be able to see a thing..."

link smiles at him and revali's chest expands and swirls, a strange feeling he can't quite recognize yet. the little hylian does as revali says and clambers onto his back, holding onto revali's shoulders. "hold on tight, my gale is quite powerful now, you know. i won't spare you any time to catch you if you fall." (a lie, not that link needs to know.) and with that, revali crouches and gather wind under his wings, before bursting upwards into the sky.

link's arms tighten around his shoulders and chest, whooping and gasping from the cold air as they rise. as they fly back to rito village, revali wonders how link will be able to make it to the cave in the morning. should he offer to take link there? would link even say yes? he doesn't know. all revali can focus on is the feeling of link's arms tight around his chest and his warm breath in his ear as they fly back to the village.

what an interesting turn of events, revali thinks, who would've thought that this is what we would become, that you would want to learn a song in the tongue of my people. that's too likeable of you, link. how shall i maintain our rivalry now?

(spoiler alert, revali; the r in rivalry stands for romance and you're about to get held against the wall during a sparring session 🥰)

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #ask #i am. so sorry for how long this is. i really didn't plan on writing a full on fic it just. happened #the sad ancient rito song revali was singing can be any song you want to think of! #but i personally listened to the following songs as i wrote this: #location unknown (brooklyn session) by honne and beka #oceans & engines by niki #the truth untold by bts #great songs btw they're also on my revalink playlist #and i recommend them all very much! please listen when you want to be sad #anyways anon i hope this was up to your standards #i have to go finish my laundry now....

[stvlti]

Snippet from my untitled Blue Beetle & Teen Titans rejects fic :)

Click. Snap. Click. Snap.

They're sat inside a Big Belly Burger, waiting for their order of fries. A female singer he doesn't recognise croons Spanglish over weirdly retro beats on the speakers. Eddie is fidgeting with the catch on his now-useless slider phone, out of nerves or boredom, he doesn't know.

The first thing they did once they got into town was to buy a mobile phone. It's strange, but there aren't many payphones around, and whatever happened to them while they were in the Bleed and subsequently in their fall back to Earth must have fried their cellphones. Luckily, he found one of those rundown stores selling spare electronics for cheap that accepts cash and doesn't ask questions. At least one thing hasn't changed.

Click. Snap. Click. Snap.

The phone they bought is a palm-sized thing with a wide touch-screen, one of those smart-phone models that only came out last year, and yet the store owner seemed almost happy to part with it. "It's ancient," he'd said in a comfortingly thick accent, "I was about to chuck it out with the garbage. I'd sell it to you for free, chiquito." Things only get stranger from there. It took less than a minute for Khaji to jail break the phone and recalibrate itself to the local network. They tried his family's numbers again, even tried the Titans Tower secure line, but no dice. What Jaime found on the internet was even less reassuring.

Click. Snap. Click. Snap.

"Hey, Eddie."

The fidgeting stops.

"Could you go grab us some drinks? I need a minute alone with the scarab."

"Sure...?" Eddie throws another glance at Jaime, not quite hiding his worry as he slides out of his seat.

[ You were vexed by his opening and shutting of his phone case. ]

"I didn't realise it was state the obvious hour."

Khaji Da does not respond. Jaime rubs his temple.

"Sorry, sorry. Yes, I'm stressed. Tell me you have some good news, at least."

[ You are still alive, as is Eddie Bloomberg. You have enough money to acquire sustenance for another week, during which I can help you find a job and — ]

"Khaji. I need to get home."

[ You are technically in your hometown. ]

"But it's not the El Paso I know. Right? Tell me I'm not crazy."

[ Jaime Reyes is correct. Based on our quick search of the government domains, social network platforms and news sites, the Reyes family never lived in El Paso. There is no record of your parents or extended family in the state registry. Your name does not exist in the class registers of your high school. Your sister— ]

"Also doesn't exist! I know! I got it the first time." Jaime looks over to the self-service machine. What is taking Eddie so long? "I asked you for good news, Khaji."

[ Actually, your sister exists. Milagro Reyes, age 18, enrolled in Edge Keys High School. According to her posts on Instagram, she was last seen at the Kord Centre Mall — ]

"Did you say eighteen? And where the heck is Edge Key?"

[ I have some more good news. While there is no record of your other family members in the state of Texas, a Reyes Auto Repair Shop was recently removed from the business registry in Edge Key, Greater Palmera City. ]

"What? We have to go to Edge Key!"

"What's Edge Key?" Eddie sets a tray down, almost spilling the two extra-large cups of soda balanced precariously on it. The fries look tiny in comparison.

"That's what I'm trying to find out. Khaji, can you — hold on, I'm syncing you to the phone so Eddie can see."

The phone lights up, and Jaime expects Khaji's words to crawl across the screen like text messages the way he's done the few times Jaime tried to sync the scarab to his old phone via blue-tooth. Instead, the phone starts talking in a lady computer voice.

"Your scarab was a chick this whole time?" Eddie exclaims, the half-chewed fry in his hand forgotten.

"What? No! I didn't even know it could speak like this."

"I simply utilised this phone's built-in text-to-speech system. It is not my problem that the manufacturers could only imagine AI voices as female."

"I think it just insulted every super-computer in the cape community..."

"Anyway, the coordinates?"

[ There is one last thing you should know before you go, Jaime Reyes. The Blue Beetle was last sighted in Palmera City six hours ago. ]

The boys pause and look at each other.

"Show me, Khaji."

And on the screen of the phone appears a crisp, 4K picture of a guy in a costume that looks exactly like him, mid-flight in the streets of a city he's never been to.

#jaime reyes #eddie bloomberg #teen titans #blue beetle #kid devil #I typed 3 chapters of this au for 3 hours straight and now my hand is fucked :') #I still have shit to prep for tomorrow but I'm ok. I'M OKAY #Eugenia writes

[fizzyxcustard]

Betrayal (14)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: Crossover of Spooks and Pilgrimage (Modern AU)

Pairings: Lucas North x OC/Raymond de Merville x OC

Warnings: Love triangle. Angst. Language. Sexual references/language. Cheating. Stalking. Some spoilers from season 9. 

Summary: Amy Holland is Lucas North’s girlfriend of six months. Amy is aware of his job as an MI-5 agent and supports him. However, Lucas’ cousin, Raymond de Merville, has always loved Amy and uses their one night stand together as leverage for something more.

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I also want to thank everyone who has stuck with me so far through this fic. I know it’s probably very different from my normal kind of work and it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but your encouragement and support has been amazing, those of you who have shared in this writing journey with me. Again, thank you. 

If you enjoy this fic, please remember that a reblog is always much appreciated and helps us writers out immensely with getting our fics circulated. <3

The journey time on the train from Coventry to Manchester was just over two hours. Every second felt like an eternity for Raymond as he kept hold of Amy's hand. He studied everyone who walked past, excusing themselves up the cramped aisle of the carriage. If Vaughan had been aware of Amy's location and told Lucas, then he obviously had eyes in various places. Between them, Vaughan and Lucas had a number of cards to play which would get them the whereabouts of Raymond and Amy.

"Are you okay?" Raymond asked suddenly, turning to Amy. He noticed that she'd been quiet since boarding the train. He squeezed her hand for emphasis and nudged a little closer to her.

"Yeah," Amy replied in a quiet voice, adding a weak smile. She looked at Raymond and couldn't help but feel something swell inside her chest and stomach, something intense and not quite the same that she had felt with any other partner. It was almost an ache in her gut that spread upward into her chest, a knowing somewhere that this man in front of her was true.

Amy leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on Raymond's stubbled cheek. "I'm sorry," she told him.

Raymond cupped her cheek and kissed her small nose. "Don't be sorry, love. There's nothing to be sorry for."

A short while later, about half way into the journey and Raymond brought himself and Amy a coffee each and some chocolate.

He noticed that she had nudged closer and was now sitting with her head on his shoulder. Her could feel her jaw moving against his shoulder, eating a piece of Twix.

Had Amy ever felt like this with Lucas? Content, protected, truly wanted and loved? Perhaps to a certain degree, but nothing like this. There was a longing in Raymond's eyes, a want for love, a yearning. She silently thanked him for not giving up on her, despite all her attempts to push him away. He had always remained in the shadows, waiting to catch her, knowing there would be a fall. Raymond was prepared to watch his cousin fall and succumb to the consequences, but never Amy.

Once the train pulled into Manchester Piccadilly, Raymond and Amy waited for the majority of passengers to disembark first. Then they walked with Raymond in front of Amy, his hand still in hers. His gaze flitted back and forth, checking across the platform, just in case anyone was there who looked suspicious.

***

Manchester Piccadilly was the last place that Raymond had been seen on CCTV. Tariq remained in contact with Lucas, texting him the whereabouts.

"John. Oh, John," Vaughan's manipulative and sly voice came, slithering down the phone line. "I know you want to keep up with that little girlfriend of yours, but our agreement still stands. The Albany file. My advice is that you bring me the file and nothing will happen to Miss Holland. She's in the safe hands of Mr de Merville from what I've been told."

"You fucking bastard!" Lucas spat.

"It seems as if she's taken a liking to your cousin, John. Your position has been filled."

"Fuck you!"

Lucas terminated the call and tossed his phone on the passenger seat of his car. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. He needed to get to Amy, to protect her no matter what happened. Surely Vaughan wouldn't stay true to his word; Amy would still suffer.

***

Amy took money from her bank account, accessing an ATM around the corner from a hotel that was just two streets away from the train station. This was now the only access to her money and was traceable. Everything that she and Raymond did was traceable. CCTV, bank account activity, ANPR data; nothing was scared. Every step was identifiable.

"He'll find us, Raymond," Amy said. "You know he will. Lucas is resourceful, clever. He's got the means that we don't have."

Raymond looked up at the towering hotel block which was easily ten floors. "We can't stay at this one now that you've taken money out here. He'll know. We need to walk. Try and get out into the outskirts of the city."

***

Lucas finally made it to Manchester. The sun was disappearing, casting a great shadow on the land. Tariq confirmed that Raymond had last been spotted walking past a department store and was accompanied by an unidentified woman.

He scoured the city, glancing up and down murky backstreets as he walked. Still keeping his phone in hand, checking messages that Tariq sent through. By the time that it turned 7pm, Tariq text that Raymond had not been seen now for an hour and a half. He must have stopped.

Lucas took that last location, following a map on his phone. To everyone around him, he looked like a tourist maybe, someone unsure of their way around. Definitely not someone who was conducting covert activities. Blending in had become second nature.

The last location Raymond had been seen was at a junction, crossing the street and disappearing behind a hedgerow. In that same vicinity were three hotels, all of them approximately half a mile apart.

One by one, Lucas enquired with the clerk at the main desk of the hotels. The only way he would be able to get the information was to introduce himself as security services. And then, at the final hotel, Lucas held up a digital photo of his cousin on his phone, asking the middle aged man on reception if Raymond had been seen.

"Yes, I do believe I've seen him. May I take his name?"

"Raymond de Merville."

"There is no one by that name here," the clerk explained.

"You bastard," Lucas whispered. He was almost certain that Raymond wouldn't be dumb enough to use his real name. "I need to locate him. It's a matter of national emergency. Even if it means going to each room one by one, then it must be done."

"I understand. I believe if my memory serves me correctly that he checked in with a young woman and she was the one who paid."

"Amy Holland?"

The clerk tapped away on his keyboard. "No, I can't find her name. But I believe she was sent up to floor eight."

Lucas would wait however long was necessary and tear every room apart.

***

Amy sat down on the bed, her hands shaking. Raymond was sat across from her in an armchair, his gaze locked on the window. Raindrops were hitting the pane and dripping down, collecting on the ledge.

There was a sudden beep as the door lock activated and opened.

Terror hit Amy square in the chest as she saw Lucas staring at her, his jaw clenched.

***

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[theflyingfeeling]

Hi dear, so excited to see you doing Valentines promts again!

How about Olli/Allu having a very moomin date? 👀

Hiiiiii! I'm so excited to be writing these again! <3 Here it comes, my first Valentine's Day prompt fic of the season! ✨

First of all, I'm not sure if this is moominous enough for you, sweet anon, but I hope you like it nevertheless 💖

Second of all, this maaaaaaay have gotten a little out of hand, and not only in terms of the wordcount. You'll see what I'm talking about when you read it 🤭

It's kind of an AU, but nothing too specific, just your regular no-band AU in which Olli and Allu meet each other for the first time (in person). Again, read and find out 🙏

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words: 5708 (see? unnecesarily long 🙄 so you better make yourself a nice cup of something and just sit back for this one!)

rating: something between G and T, I guess 😅

trigger warnings: none, but prepare for a whole lot of pining and a bit of sillyness, as per usual 🥰

edit. now also on AO3 💖

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“Your Tinder date wants to take you where?”

Aleksi sighed as they stopped to wait for the traffic light to turn green.

“First of all, it’s not a date, and certainly not a Tinder one,” Aleksi corrected Niko for about the twelfth time that day. He still regretted telling his friend he was meeting this guy he had been chatting with on a discussion board almost daily for over a year. Too embarrassed to admit it was a platform for fantasy role play, Aleksi had seen it best to simply answer “online” when Niko had asked him how he had met Olli, which naturally had led to Niko promptly deciding “online” equalled a dating app. “Second of all, I don’t think he’s actually taking me to the Moomin Café, we’re only meeting there.”

“Of all the places in the city?” 

“It’s a recognizable landmark!” Aleksi exclaimed and proceeded to picture the two-metre Moomin statue that stood in front of the theme café dedicated to beloved literature characters. With a small smile forming on his lips, he then imagined his internet friend waiting for him beside it, hopefully wearing the cool leather jacket Aleksi had seen in pictures, and was almost left behind when Niko suddenly jaywalked across the street.

“Still,” his friend said when Aleksi strode to catch him up, “the place doesn’t exactly ooze romance.”

“I told you, it’s not–”

“Not a date? Then why on earth did you send me all those selfies of you posing in different outfits, asking for my opinion? I’ve never seen you want to impress anyone that bad without hoping to get in their Moomin sheets.”

“I’m not– wait, what?” Aleksi turned to look at Niko to see the man hardly able to hide his amusement.

“Well, since he’s taking you to a Moomin café I suppose he also has–”

“Just– just shut up, okay? Whatever he has in his bed is irrelevant because we are not–” Aleksi’s heart almost stopped when his eyes spotted the enormous Moomintroll down the boulevard and, indeed, a man he recognized as Olli standing next to it. To Aleksi’s mild disappointment, Olli wasn’t wearing the leather jacket but a simple outfit of black pants, a white t-shirt and what seemed to be a bucket hat on his head. He had a searching look in his eyes, stopping to glance at almost every passerby as his fingers fumbled with the zipper of the waist bag he was wearing across his chest.

“Is that him?” Niko whispered as they approached the front of the café.

“Y-yeah,” Aleksi said and cleared his throat, surprised to hear his own voice come out so hoarse and breathless, just because he caught a glimpse of his long-time internet friend for the first time in person.

All the way walking downtown, Aleksi had been annoyed by Niko’s insinuations about the date (which was not a date) with his online boyfriend (who was not his boyfriend), all the while trying to calm down the strange feeling in his stomach that he tried to explain with having drank too much coffee at breakfast (which he chalked up to barely having slept the previous night (because his head had been full of Olli and his rosy cheeks and gentle eyes until dawn, stuck in his mind after they had said goodnight to each other on Skype at two in the morning)). He had rolled his eyes at Niko’s merciless teasing, because there was no way he was going to admit he had been counting the days until they’d finally see each other face-to-face, sighing longingly or giggling into his pillow whenever he imagined even standing in front of Olli, mere metres away from all that charm and beauty that had Aleksi forget his lines during role play or smile to himself when he saw something that reminded him of Olli.

Maybe he’d even be bold enough to hug him. From Olli’s Instagram Aleksi had gathered Olli didn’t shy away from physical endearments, at least not with that curly-head blond Olli had told him was his best and oldest friend – “like a brother,” Olli had said, and Aleksi tried to ignore why hearing that had been such a relief – but of course Aleksi couldn’t know whether being physically affectionate applied only to Olli’s closest friends. He wouldn’t blame Olli for wanting to just nod at him from a respectful distance on their first meeting; he was still, all things considered, just some random dude he had started speaking with on the internet one blessed day.

They were roughly ten metres away from the entrance of the café when Olli finally noticed him. When their eyes met each other, the curve of Olli’s eyebrows softened and his lips parted, but then he directed his gaze to Niko walking next to Aleksi, and suddenly he looked just as lost and nervous as he had just moments before while he had been waiting for Aleksi to show up.

“Right, I guess this is where I leave you to it. If he turns out to be a serial killer or some other kinda lunatic, just give me a call and I’ll come rescue you, yeah?” Niko tapped Aleksi’s shoulder and skipped to the other side of the street before Aleksi could argue that he was pretty convinced Olli was neither of those things and that he wouldn't need to be rescued, thank you very much.

Aleksi saw Olli’s shoulders relax as he walked closer, then his lips starting to curve upwards. When there were only a few metres separating them, Olli glanced at the ground before looking up at Aleksi again, no longer able to hide his smile. 

“Hi,” Olli said softly and stretched out his arms towards Aleksi.

“Hi,” Aleksi sighed, and when Olli pulled him into a hug he was sure he was going to cry. Olli felt as soft as he looked and smelled even better than what Aleksi had imagined in his head, of honey and perhaps a hint of citrus. 

“So good to see you,” Olli said, much closer to Aleksi’s ear than he had anticipated, so close that it gave him goosebumps, even though in Olli’s embrace he felt warmer than he ever had in his life before.

“Yes, at last,” Aleksi agreed. All the sudden dopamine in his system made him so daring that he nudged the side of Olli’s head with his, causing the man’s hat to fall off. 

“Woops,” Olli laughed as he noticed the impact their embrace had on his headwear and finally let go of Aleksi.

“Sorry,” Aleksi smiled, crouching to pick up the hat. Handing it back to Olli, he noticed the Moomin character embroidered on it.

In his mind, he saw Niko raising his eyebrows knowingly.

“Shall we go in? They have an offer on cinnamon rolls today.”

Did I not tell you so? Aleksi heard Niko’s voice in his head. 

Yeah, and? Aleksi telepathically replied to his friend; with the way Olli was smiling at him, a little shy and his Groke bucket hat somewhat askew as he held the door to the café open for him, Aleksi would’ve walked through the gates of Hell if that’s where Olli wanted to take him.

Aleksi nearly gasped when Olli touched his lower black lightly as they entered the café, gently guiding him forward to the cosy coffee shop that filled Aleksi’s nostrils with the mixed aroma of brewed goods and freshly-baked bun. They didn’t say much as they stood in the queue to the counter, just sort of smiled at each other, and Aleksi wanted so much to pull Olli in for another hug or at least hold his hand a little.

“So, umm, who was that, by the way? The guy you came with,” Olli broke the silence between them. Aleksi was in a hurry to answer when he noticed Olli’s smile had begun to falter.

“Ah, that was just my friend Niko. He insisted on escorting me, like some sort of…chaperone. He once had a Grindr hook-up steal his sunglasses, so he doesn’t trust anyone he meets online anymore.”

(There was no point arguing with Niko that maybe he had just lost them himself, because why would someone run off with children’s heart-shaped sunglasses that were no use for anything, least of all for blocking the sun, as the lenses were glittery and tinted pink.)

“Oh, so he’s like Joonas,” Olli rolled his eyes. “I believe he’s sitting in that Starbucks on the other side of the street spying on us, in case you decide to brutally murder me in broad daylight.”

“I guess that just means they love us?” Aleksi shrugged amusedly. 

“I suppose so, but why they gotta be so weird about it?” Olli laughed and shook his head. His sunkissed curls swayed on his forehead, and Aleksi felt the same urge to sweep them off with his fingers (or with his lips maybe) that he had often felt when they had been laughing together at something silly via Skype. Olli probably noticed his dreamy expression, as he was soon to smile at the floor below their feet, an attractive blush spreading to his cheeks which looked even more velvety in real life.

It seemed they had winded up in the middle of the worst rush hour at the coffee shop, for it took them several minutes to reach the edge of the counter. When they finally did, Olli turned his back to Aleksi to get a tray from under it, revealing the illustration on the back of his shirt. Aleksi remembered having seen that exact t-shirt on Olli before, with the small text on the left side of his chest, so he was taken by surprise staring at the print of a mountain and a rainbow peeking from behind it.

“So, umm, do you come here often?” Aleksi asked, thinking it would be a less awkward conversation starter than “nice shirt”, which would’ve only revealed Aleksi had been checking out his backside (which was quite nice, there was no denying that), but then he realised how tacky the opening line he had gone for must have sounded; he had heard Niko hitting on unsuspecting guys and girls at the bar with that exact question every Friday night.

For that reason, Aleksi sighed in relief when Olli turned back to look at him with a small smile, neither embarrassed nor bothered by his corny (but accidental) pick-up line.

“Every now and then. Their muddler cake is heavenly,” Olli replied, then added in a lower voice: “although it is quite pricey.”

“Their what cake?”

“Muddler cake!” Olli beamed. “It’s like mud cake, but, you know…. Muddler,” Olli then pointed at the stack of Moomin mugs in front of them, his index finger directing Aleksi’s gaze to a purplish mug with a character wearing a saucepan for a hat.

“That’s a… muddler?”

“Yeah.” Olli’s grin was even wider when he picked the mug up and set it down on the tray. “And that’s his sweetheart, Fuzzy.” Olli showed Aleksi a pink mug with a character in a wedding gown decorating its side.

“Should I get that one then?” Aleksi smirked, hoping the flirt (this time intentional) would not go unnoticed by the other man.

“Actually I have something else in mind for you, hold on…”

Aleksi watched as Olli eyed the collection of mugs in different colours until his finger stopped at another one of purple colour. Aleksi couldn’t pride himself on knowing a whole lot about Moomins, but even he could identify the character on this one as Hemulen, the philatelist friend of the Moomin family.

“Hemulen? Care to tell me why?” Aleksi inquired, squinting his eyes at Olli, whose smile went from ear to ear by then.

“Well, you know, ‘cause he’s… bald. Like you.” The restrained laughter was obvious in Olli’s voice.

“You’re comparing my appearance to that of a hemulen?! I could so easily be offended, you know. I thought we had moved on from the bald jokes by now.” Aleksi sniffed dramatically, although he could no longer force back his own smile. He had gotten used to his friends ridiculing his new haircut weeks ago already.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. To be fair, you look nothing alike: at least Hemulen has some hair on his head.”

“You better be paying for those overpriced muddler cakes,” Aleksi muttered, pretending to appear insulted but failing horribly, judging by Olli’s heartfelt giggles. 

“Oh, that goes without saying. You can actually go and find us a table, I’ll order and pay.”

Aleksi left Olli at the counter and hurried to claim the window table for two that had just become vacant. He gently removed the Moominpappa plushie that was sitting on the other seat and put it on the windowsill. While Olli was making their order of muddler cake and possibly some other Moomin-themed treats, Aleksi stared out the window to watch the people passing by, although he hardly registered anything he was seeing.

He had been too nervous to confess his feelings to Olli via web camera, too afraid of rejection, too anxious when thinking about the possibility of Olli laughing it off instead of returning his feelings. Many times he had broken his own heart by imagining how Olli would’ve been outraged by Aleksi claiming to have a crush on him when they had never hung out in person, or how Aleksi would make it awkward by having assumed Olli was into guys when they had never really had that talk. It wasn’t long ago since Aleksi had come out of the closet to his family and closest friends, so he was still a little cautious about who he confided in and was yet to figure out how to bring it up in a casual conversation without being too blunt or clumsy about it, but he had tried dropping subtle hints along the way. While he wasn’t sure of Olli’s orientation yet, he couldn’t help but hope that the lingering looks and the rainbow on his shirt meant something.

Before Aleksi could allow his mind to wander too far from his current reality, Olli appeared opposite him with a soft oof as he set the tray on the table between them. On two plates there were pieces of the alleged muddler cake, and on a third there was a large cinnamon roll for them to share, Aleksi assumed. The Moomin mugs Olli had chosen for them were now filled, with Moomin characters drawn on the creamy topping. Aleksi noticed one of them had a small heart next to Moomintroll’s head, a detail the beverage Olli claimed for himself was missing.

He mentally added it to the list of Possible Signs He Likes Me Too (But Let’s Not Get Our Hopes Up). 

“Mmmmh,” Olli hummed when he sipped his coffee. The cream left a small white line above Olli’s upper lip, on the tufts of facial hair he was sporting there. The sight was too adorable for Aleksi to say anything about it.

“It’s so nice to finally hang out,” he said instead.

“It really is,” Olli agreed. “And to think we live so close to each other, what took us so long?” he chuckled into his cup, making the cream on top of it waver.

“I know, right?” Aleksi chuckled back, albeit knowing exactly why, at least on his part: he had been scared of appearing too eager or too creepy or too anything to suggest they meet face-to-face, until Olli himself had brought it up the other day.

He had to take a sip from his own mug to gain more courage for what he was about to say next.

“You know, I… I’ve been looking forward to this ever since we made the plans. I really enjoy your company.”

Olli stopped forking his chocolate cake to look into Aleksi’s eyes, his features so soft and endearing Aleksi wanted to lean over the table and snog him silly already.

“Me too,” Olli replied, and suddenly it wasn’t only the coffee warming up Aleksi’s insides. “In fact, I…” Olli laughed shortly and turned to admire the pastry on his plate again, “I’ve been so excited I’ve hardly slept lately.”

“Oh,” Aleksi said, because oh. “I mean, you too?”

“Yeah,” Olli laughed bashfully, and there was clearly something extremely interesting in his muddler cake, as his gaze was nailed to the plate. “I can only hope my poor neighbour downstairs hasn’t made a complaint about me for stomping around in the middle of the night.”

The image of Olli pacing back and forth his living room with an expression not unlike the one Aleksi had seen on his face outside the café, just because he was too thrilled about their date-that-was-not-a-date, made Aleksi fall for the man even harder, for reasons he couldn’t quite explain. As far as Aleksi knew, no one had ever felt that way about seeing him before, or at least no one had ever confessed it to his face.

“Well. Now we’re here,” Aleksi smiled at the man, almost crossing his fingers under the table in a prayer for Olli to look up at him again and make him feel those sweet little butterflies in his stomach once more.

His wish was granted when Olli did exactly that, his smile cuter than ever, if that was even possible.

“Yes. Here we are.”

After the sort-of confessions and the slight awkwardness was over and done with, their still-not-a-date-but-kinda-starting-to-look-like-one advance more relaxedly as they moved on to talk about the topics they usually discussed, from music to sci-fi movies to their favourite show wrestlers, until both their mugs were empty and there was nothing but crumbs left on their plates. They had spent over an hour just chattering away, but then Olli glanced at his watch and the approach of their inevitable parting began to hollow out Aleksi’s chest.

“I’m sorry, I’ve kept you to myself for too long, you must have other things to do today,” Aleksi said, although he would’ve done anything to keep Olli to himself just a little longer.

“I don’t, actually. Nothing but a pile of laundry waiting for me at home,” Olli answered as they stood up. The black bucket hat Olli put back on his curly head had seemed a little silly to Aleksi at first, but now he wished he wouldn’t have to let it out of his sight. “What about you? Any plans for the evening?”

“No, not really. But I should be going back home soon, or else Rilla will sulk at me for the rest of the day.”

Olli’s eyes brightened at the mention of the dog. “Oh, Rilla! I wish I could meet her too one day, I always love it when you show her on Skype.”

A wild thought popped up in Aleksi’s head; a silly, unimaginable, and completely absurd thought, but he decided to give it a try anyway.

(Niko wouldn’t have to know.)

“Why don’t you come and meet her now? My place is only a short bus drive away. That is, if you think your pile of laundry can wait a little longer still.”

The Groke hat did an excellent job at shading half of Olli’s face when they stepped outside in the sun, but Aleksi could still make out the smile sneaking on Olli’s lips, slowly but surely.

“I suppose the dirty socks won’t miss me too much.”

~

Niko would be disappointed if he knew, Aleksi thought to himself almost the first thing he opened his eyes the next morning.

Almost, because his first thought had been how cute Olli’s little snores sounded next to him.

His second thought had been how soft Olli’s hair looked, dishevelled and covering his eyes, before Aleksi had reached his hand to sink his fingers in it to discover it was exactly as soft as it looked.

And his third thought had been how enticing Olli’s lips were, how heavenly they had felt against his own the night before, how he couldn’t wait until Olli woke up so he could get a taste of them again.

Then, maybe as his fourth thought of the day, he could spare one for his poor friend, who only wanted the best for him. However, considering Olli was yet to show his homicidal tendencies by stabbing him with a kitchen knife, ransacking his entire house and kidnapping Rilla, Aleksi allowed himself to bask in the knowledge that Niko had been wrong, for once in his life.

They had entered the house with Rilla barking at Olli and Olli awwing at Rilla, until they had come to a mutual agreement of liking each other a lot, or so Aleksi gathered by the way they had later that evening snuggled on Aleksi’s sofa, almost making him feel like the third wheel. Aleksi had cooked them pasta for dinner and they had walked Rilla at sunset, admiring the colour of the horizon and finally holding hands when they had turned back home at the end of Aleksi’s street. Glasses of red wine had been poured and long, yearning looks had been exchanged as they had sat around Aleksi’s kitchen table until the wee hours, talking and laughing and simply enjoying each other’s company, after months of wanting to do nothing but that, but somehow both of them being too afraid to make the first move, as Aleksi had figured by then. 

Olli had already been on his way to the front door, out of Aleksi’s desperate reach, but something had stopped him, had made him stay, made him linger in Aleksi’s touch when they had hugged one last time. 

Aleksi’s breath had caught up in his throat and all his thoughts had fallen out of his useless head when Olli had glanced at his lips once, twice, perhaps a third time if Aleksi had given him the chance before bringing his own to Olli’s; he could no longer stand just imagining what kissing Olli would be like.

Now he knew; soft and delicate at first, almost hesitant, until Olli would wrap his arms firmly around Aleksi’s body and devour him, push himself even closer to Aleksi, despite the fact they were already pressed tightly together, skin on skin, mouth to mouth, heart to heart.

The bed had creaked when they had fallen on it, but soon after the room had been filled with entirely different kinds of sounds. If Aleksi wasn’t still flying high on the euphoria he had felt then, he might have been embarrassed about how needy he must have sounded. Instead, he was comforted by finally being sure Olli shared his sentiments, needed him close just as much as he needed Olli. Aleksi almost laughed out loud when he thought back to all that pining and wondering he had gone through over the past months, blind to the fact it had all been mutual; that Olli had felt exactly the same all along. 

Now, with the dawn already greeting them behind the curtains of Aleksi’s bedroom, Aleksi smiled as his unexpected (but oh so desired) overnight guest shifted beside him, nuzzling his cheek against the pillow. 

“Are you awake yet?” Aleksi asked him.

“Mmmmmmmhhhh,” Olli groaned in a way that sure awoke certain places of Aleksi’s body. “Maybe.” Olli’s speech was muffled by the pillow.

“Well, I suppose you’ll let me know when you’re awake enough to continue where we left off last night. I’m kinda missing those lips of yours, you know.”

Said lips then curved into a lazy grin (and almost burst Aleksi’s heart with bliss when doing so).

“C’mere then,” the lips mumbled, and Aleksi didn’t need to be told twice.

His plan of spending the morning in bed uninterrupted was threatened, however, when he heard a quiet ping from his bedside table.

Accompanied by loud objections from Olli below him, Aleksi reached for his phone to find a notification from a new WhatsApp message from Niko.

How did the Tinder date go? Please answer or I’ll assume you’re lying dead in a dumpster.

Aleksi giggled while writing his reply, with Olli peppering his chest with small kisses.

It was… Moominous 😏

Then Aleksi put his phone on silent, leaving Niko to wonder what ever he meant by that, and turned his attention back to something a little more urgent.

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[Meanwhile at the Starbucks across the street:]

The moment he stepped in the coffee shop and saw the man sitting by the window, Niko recognized him immediately; the bright blonde curls, the expressive blue eyes, and the plump red lips that were now pursed around a straw instead of Niko’s dick. The man was even wearing the same DIY style jean jacket he had thrown on the floor of Niko’s bedroom when they had made haste to undress each other on that steamy summer evening some weeks ago. The name scribbled on the plastic cup he was holding also matched the one imprinted on Niko’s memory.

On his forehead, half buried in the fluff of messy curls, Niko spotted a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses.

“You!” Niko gnarled at Joonas, who slowly moved his gaze from the window to Niko’s direction.

“Huh?”

“Thief!” Niko spat once he was standing next to Joonas’ table. It appeared seeing the man again after that night triggered something in him that resulted in only being able to form single-word sentences.

“Excuse me?” The way Joonas squinted his eyes told Niko his face didn’t ring a bell to him.

“Those are mine!” He pointed at the sunglasses resting on Joonas’ locks.

“Ummm, no they’re not? Also, who are you again?”

Niko clenched his fists; the audacity of this man, first for taking possession of his property, and secondly for not even remembering “the best cock he had ever had”.

“Those are my sunglasses that you stole from me after you… you know, after we…” Niko was hesitant to continue, nodding politely at the couple with two young kids in the next table following the scene with disapproval written on their faces.

“...After you ran away from wherever they were keeping you and you mistook me for someone else?” Joonas offered unhelpfully, a mix of confusion and amusement gleaming in his big, annoyingly alluring eyes.

Pure spite had Niko leaning in to whisper in Joonas’ ear.

“Don’t you dare pretend you don’t remember me when I milked you so good you probably couldn’t remember your own mother’s name for days afterwards.”

Niko closed his eyes and bit his lip when he felt Joonas’ hot breath in his ear, memories of their night together coming rushing back and going straight to his groin.

“Bold of you to assume that doesn’t happen to me every Saturday night.”

“You are unbelievable,” Niko growled back before standing up. “I’m afraid that makes little difference though. I’m here to collect back what’s mine, whether you plead guilty or not.” He straightened his hand towards Joonas as a request to be handed back his stolen possessions.

“Wait, are you actually being serious? You really think I’ve taken your sunglasses?”

“I know you’ve taken them!”

“I’ve never met you in my life, you madman!” Joonas insisted with creases on his forehead as he stood up and headed to the door. Niko followed him outside, not wanting to let those sunglasses out of his sight again.

“I don’t know what you were on that night to have been blessed with such a severe amnesia, but we have met before!”

“May I inquire where or when you think that happened?” Joonas’  lopsided grin was just as charming as the first time Niko had seen it. It made him furious.

“A couple of weeks ago. At that new LGBTQ club. After… after you DMed me on Grindr.”

“The Queer Room?” Joonas appeared to be racking his brain for a moment, then he shrugged. “Sorry, honey. I can’t say you’re the first guy with whom I’ve been palling around there.”

Joonas’s face looked genuinely apologetic, which made Niko wonder if he really was as clueless as he seemed, or whether he himself had imagined the whole encounter in his daydreams.

Still, it didn’t solve the mystery of his missing sunglasses, the sunglasses he was sure were the exact same ones the blond guy was now lowering on his nose.

“I guess you’re just gonna have to refresh my memory,” Joonas flashed that awful, sly, stunning smile of his again. 

“You wish.”

“Suit yourself,” Joonas shrugged again. “See you later, strange sunglass gu–”

Niko was livid at himself, for letting himself be bullied to take such desperate measures, but the deeper he stuck his tongue down Joonas’ luscious mouth, the more of it he wanted, had wanted since Joonas had sloppily kissed him goodbye before stumbling out of his bedroom.

They were both a little breathless when they broke the kiss. It took a while for Niko to realise Joonas was still holding Niko’s lower lip in between his teeth, until the man sucked on them one more time before letting Niko go. Niko’s own fists were still gripping the collar of Joonas’ jean jacket tightly.

“Wow. I can’t believe you actually gave in.”

…Wait.

“What?!”

“And I can’t believe you fell for that? Man, the Theatre Academy has no idea what they missed when they rejected me,” Joonas chuckled, wiping his mouth.

“You–” Niko let go of the man to inhale and exhale a few times before continuing, “you do remember me.”

Joonas tilted his head. “Oh, babes, I saw you bounce across the street before you walked in.” Then he lifted his hand to touch Niko’s chin. “I was instantly reminded of the night we shared.”

“Yet you have no memory of committing a theft?” Niko crossed his arms on his chest and lifted his chin to meet Joonas’ stare.

“That I genuinely don’t, because it never happened. Maybe this is just your subconscious telling you you miss me…”

“Oh, fuck off,” Niko snapped, trying to ignore Joonas’ hand sneaking on his hip. “The only thing I’m missing from that night are my fucking sunglasses!”

His outburst made Joonas sigh and roll his eyes. “Clearly you are not ready to consider the possibility we might own identical ones and that yours are just somewhere in your car or apartment.”

“Clearly you’re not ready to admit you mistook those as yours and just took them without asking!”

“Look,” Joonas moved his hand on Niko’s shoulder, “we could do this the whole day. Let’s just go to your apartment and–”

“So that you can steal more of my property?!”

“–AND I will help you find your stupid sunglasses! Since they’re so goddamn important to you.”

The thing was, they weren’t even particularly dear to Niko; in fact, they were more or less a kids’ toy, something he had bought as a joke when tipsy from margaritas, and pretty much useless if you needed something to shade your eyes from the sun. It was more about principle and dignity than anything else. (Tommi had not stopped giving him shit ever since Niko had told him about the incident.)

“And also to prove my innocence,” Joonas added, his lips pouting.

“Something tells me you haven’t been innocent since you came out of your mother’s–”

“You leave my mom out of this!” Joonas yelled at him from behind him when Niko began walking towards the bus stop. He made sure to wipe his smile off by the time Joonas caught him up.

~

“Where have you seen them last?” Joonas asked. They had been rummaging through Niko’s two-room for nearly ten minutes, and still the only pair of heart-shaped sunglasses they had seen were the ones sitting on Joonas’ head.

“On that chair in the hallway. Where you took them from.”

“Oh, just drop it already,” Joonas frowned. “You do realise I have things to do and places to be, yet I’m here helping you put your mind at ease about this puzzle, out of the pure kindness of my heart?”

The remark made Niko’s mouth snap shut. If (if!) Joonas was being truthful and knew nothing about Niko’s glasses, it truly was rather considerate of him to be there with Niko, turning his apartment upside down in search of the cursed piece of accessory, even if he also had his own reputation at stake.

“Well, they’re not under the sofa cushions either,” Joonas sighed and threw them back on the couch before slumping on them himself. “Is there a place we still haven’t looked?”

“I doubt they’re in the oven or in the bathroom sink cabin.”

“Oh, I’d check those too if I were you, just to be sure. You don’t wanna know where my friend Olli once found his phone after an unusually wet night out.”

Joonas’ anecdotes, as intriguing as they were, were of little help in their current task, so Niko decided he’s better off not knowing indeed.

“Did you check all your pockets yet? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve panicked, thinking my wallet’s been stolen when I had just forgotten it in the breast pocket of another jacket.”

“They’re not in my pockets.”

“Did you check though?”

Niko groaned at Joonas’ persistent eyebrow raise, but turned on his heels nevertheless. Once in the doorway, he started groping the jackets and shirts hanging from the coat rack.

“They’re not in my pockets, because I never put them in my–”

His hand touched something hard inside his grey hoodie, making him freeze.

Because he never did put his sunglasses in his pocket, not since his new Ray Bans had dropped on the pavement and broken into pieces. However, there they were, as if by some miracle, even though Niko could’ve sworn over his 00s nü metal CD collection that he had not put them there.

Or… maybe he had? His brain was too confused to make any sense of the situation.

“Oh, hey, you found them!” Joonas rejoiced as he joined Niko in the dim hallway. “Well, looks like you owe me an apology.”

The smile on Joonas’ lips was sweet as ever, and Niko couldn’t wait to wipe it off.

“Oh, I‘ll show you an apology,” he murmured and began pushing Joonas towards the bedroom.

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Author’s notes:

Aaaaahh it’s been a while since I last wrote an “after-credits” scene 🥰

I wanted to include Aleksi’s Moomin sheets somehow but I couldn’t think of a convenient way to do that (i.e. I didn’t want to make the fic any longer than it already was), so you’re just gonna have to do the job yourself and imagine they woke up in Aleksi’s Moomin sheets 💕

Muddler / Fuzzy / Hemulen (the new Hemulen one looks so nice 😍)

Moomin coffee art

The Moomin Café referenced here is partly a product of my imagination. The only Moomin café in Finland at the moment is at the Helsinki-Vantaa international airport. There used to be one in Helsinki but it was closed during the covid lockdown and from what I've heard/seen, they did have Moomin mugs (duh!), gigantic cinnamon rolls, and Moomin plushies that you could position on the chairs to keep you company (I never had the chance to go there 😔). I assume the Moominworld theme park in Naantali also has some kinda Moomin café (I’ve never been there either :\)

Muddler cake -> not a thing, I completely made that one up 😂 It’s ridiculous, I know, but I just couldn’t help myself with the word play!

...Sooooo, did the incident with the heart-shaped sunglasses go as told here, or did Joonas actually take Niko’s by accident, not realising this until he was at home, and then proceeded to keep them with him at all times in case he’d run into Niko again (let’s assume they hadn’t exchanged numbers and Niko had been so outraged about his stolen sunglasses that he had deleted Grindr) and then just put them in Niko’s pocket when Niko wasn’t looking, because why should he just admit he had taken them, especially with Niko storming in the Starbucks accusing him of theft, when he could play with Niko a little instead? Who knows 😏)

#blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #valentine's day fluff by theflyingfeeling #(yes i'm using the same tag as last year because i'm ~lazy~) #not sure when i'll post the next one. could be tomorrow could be a week from now. who knows? not i! stay tuned 😘 #also i'm not sure if i'm able to finish all the prompts before february 14 but i'll try. but remember: every day can be valentine's day! 💕 #btw before y'all think i'm some kinda valentine's day maniac: i'm not 😂 i'm just a sucker for romantic fluff lol #(in finland valentine's day is celebrated as ''friend's day'') #also: i don't make moodboards (i mean. writing takes me long enough so i don't need moodboard stress on top of that) #but DAMN if i wasn't tempted to make one for this! #anyway. can you tell i had maybe a little too much fun writing this? 😂 #i hope you'll have fun reading 💗 #ollixallu

[crispy-chan]

omg dude, i remember literally crying over your work “a story rewritten” when i first read it about a year ago because isekai stories are top tier mygod 👌👌👌 and your story is literally the first and only fic i found that goes under that genre. so i definitely made up my mind to take the time to find that webtoon you were talking about in your note.

anyways, i legit just finished chapter one of this newly encountered manhwa i am reading and holy god, all the emotions are coming back all of the sudden. when the male lead here turned into a zombie, i just knew i found what ive been looking for for over a year (even if i forgot about it after giving up after a week of searching lol). o m g, i need to read “a story rewritten” again just to emote about it.

idk why in the world i rambled so much but if you still haven’t remembered yet interested in its title, it s called “surviving romance” in webtoon.

since this is already such a long ask, ill just say whatever is remaining in my mind. i often recall “a story rewritten” in the most random times, usually in class because i get sleepy so much. so every once in a while, id come back to read it again. nothing beats the first reading though. i remember being overwhelmed and so emotional LMAO.

it kinda became a comfort fic and legit the sole reason why i would come back to tumblr every now and then. took a break from reading fics in general since december to continue my manga/manhwa spree. but your work makes me feel nostalgic so much, UHM IDK WHY THOUGH,,,,

i just love it so much omg lol. you probably dont remember but i believe ive also told you this in the past (i made an ask, dont recall what i wrote though LOL) you dont have to look for it, i just want to let you know how much of an impact your writing gives to me.

as a closing ehem, you might not know me but it s a fact that your stories never fail to make me happy. another fun fact, you were actually the one who introduced me to fic reading in tumblr!! LOL your “astronaut, ksm” and its sequel “serendipitous” was what got me reading here in this platform. you were the first fic writer i came across here and thought that “oh, are there more writers like jas that makes stories this good?” thats why for a good year, i came to appreciate and enjoy a lot of writes and of course, a lot more stories here in tumblr.

once i fully come back to tumblr, i would definitely catch up with your stories that ive missed for the half year. good luck and keep safe! you re doing a great job :>>

Hello, Anon. yes, i capitalized anon bcs i am truly at a loss of words rn. what hurts the most is the fact that you won't my see my reply to this ask bcs I took so fucking long to open my inbox.

i am an a-grade asshole. now that this is out of the way...

firstly, the fact that you cried over my stories :((( this always simultaneously makes me sad and warms my heart bcs I want to make people feel something while reading my stories and my fave fics are the ones I cried over...

i'm always surprised af to see how much love "a story untold" gets. it's pretty short and rather old but it seems to be some sort of hidden favorite amongst my fics lol. I'm really glad you enjoyed it so much <3 I teased a sequel but never got around to it lmao.

haha i can't believe you actually found the webtoon!! my acc reset so I never actually returned to it lmao. also had to refresh my memory and google isekai bcs it's been a few years since my weeb phase lol. now that you mention it, there really aren't that many isekai-esque skz fics, are there 🧐

also, this is so sweet :((( i'm honored. it's really nice to hear that someone remembers the fic and even thinks about it, I'm genuinely flattered. I'm so happy that it managed to make such an impact on you <333

akjsksjasj truly honored to know that you like to come back to my fics. i also awwed when you said that my stuff makes you nostalgic :(( like that's literally such a massive compliment and it makes me really happy!!

i'm also touched to know that my fics managed to impact you so much <3 truly, reading this ask was such a pleasure :(

i also can't believe that i was the person who introduced you to tumblr. that's really cool akjsksjsk and I'm surprised to hear that it was astronaut. ngl, that was one of my first ever fic ideas and I was really proud of it back then. the only thing i'd change now is that i'd make it a lot longer, which is why I've wanted to write a prequel (but probably never will lol)...

i'm so glad that you enjoyed my stories and were able to discover many more amazing people on this platform!! thank you so much <33

i truly hope you come back some day since I selfishly wish you could see my response <3 on the off chance that you do, please accept my warmest hugs.

feel free to reach out any time <3 much love :)))

#mail 💌 #anon ☁️ #feedback 📮 #🗒: a story rewritten #thank you so much anon #from the bottom of my heart #this was so sweet #<3

[thefanficmonster]

Hey, I'm back ☺️ can I request a Charlie (penguinz0) headcanons where the reader just simps for him and just donates a lot of money (reader is also a big streamer)

Of course dear! Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Penguinz0 (Charlie) x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

- You had been watching Charlie's content for a while at that point

- However, you rarely had the confidence to interact with him or his streams

- And when you did get ballsy, it would be usually with that latter

- Donating to his stream, at that

- Lately, you've been able to afford to give out bigger donos than usual to small streamers you come across on Twitch or YouTube and are always melted by the reactions of the often newbies on the platform that downright drop their jaw on the floor when they see your donation

- You'd argue that it isn't a big deal but come on

- Many of those smaller content creators probably see you as their idol, considering your stardom and popularity due to your gaming skills, incredible personality and humor

- But, you also wanted to flip the tables too

- Instead of only donating to people who looked up to you, you wanted to also donate to people you yourself looked up to

- People who motivated you to take on this career path

- That includes Tina, Corpse, Sykkuno, Rae, Fuslie

- And, of course, Charlie

- In all fairness, you were the most motivated by him, seeing as how his and your personalities clicked so well

- You'd always been worried you wouldn't be an appealing person for a social media career

- But to see him succeed meant you had a pretty good shot as well

- Apart from his achievements and content, you also admire him for never being someone he's not

- He's never shied away from being yourself and helped you realize that playing a part to appeal to someone is most definitely not the way you want to live your life

- You'd love to one day reach out to him personally and express how much he's influenced the person and content creator you are today

- But you're yet to find the guts to do that, popular or not, you're a shy blob for this man

- And a major simp, let's not forget

- So, until you find those guts, you decided that you'd just be donating to his streams

- Little did you know, it'd soon be his turn to flip the tables

- He does so when, mid-stream, catching you completely off guard, he calls out your donation with a decent dose of appreciation and admiration

- "I just wanna point out that this person - Y/N's Gaming Corner - they're fucking amazing. I've been watching their content for the past few months. The specialize in the horror genre. I know you're watching this, Y/N, so good job on the Dead by Daylight stream last night. I would've shit my pants if I were you. Oh and thanks for the donos, you sure got the money to spend on me. You think you can find some time to spend too? I'd love to chat for a bit."

- To say your arm was red after all the pinching you did to make sure you were awake would be an understatement

- It took you a good few minutes to gather your thoughts and determine your next actions but alas you eventually did get back control over your body

- Little did you know, in that time it took you, Charlie was sweating bullets, eyes constantly darting to the chat every two seconds, waiting for your response, nervous as all hell

- And let me remind you, this man doesn't get nervous

- It was mere seconds before he gave up on it completely when he saw another 50$ dono from you and it read:

- 'Never cleared out my schedule so fast'

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[zinzinina]

Sam!! Omg sweetie - a whole year?? That is absolutely incredible to me! Eeee I'm so happy for you and so proud of you! Look at all you've done in a year, all you've accomplished and written, all the friends you've made. You are a truly amazing person, you are so sweet, and I am so happy to have you as a friend. 💖

For this, can I request a little drabble with Boba and kiss 75: kissing to distract the other person from whatever they are intently doing?

And also 🌸

Thank you sweetie! You are absolutely incredible and I love you and I hope you have an amazing day!!

zinzinina anniversary celebration 🌙 (closed)

Jen, my love! 💖 You were one of the very first friends I made here, even before my Tumblr days back on AO3 and for that I am always thanking my lucky stars. You are truly so endlessly, effortlessly kind and warm, and reading your work and chatting with you always makes me feel like I am just getting the biggest hug. Your friendship has meant so very much to me, and I am so, so proud to know such a beautiful person.

I wanted to share a little bit of love for one of my favourites of your fics, Songbird—specifically, the second part, with that beautiful stargazing scene. I loved the the way you wrote Fennec, and stealing away for a quiet romantic moment above the palace, watching the sky change colours all the way until dawn. Something that always strikes me in your work is the way you make your settings feel so lived-in and material. I really inhabit your worlds, while I’m reading them.

And thank you for your wonderful prompt! I really hope you like what I ended up with x

75: kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing

Pairing: Boba Fett x GN!Reader Word Count: 450 Warnings: References to violence, very mild sexual innuendo Rating: T

The target steps onto the platform where the dining shuttle waits. You watch from above, crouched beside a loader carrying canisters of peragian fuel as he pauses to talk to one of his bodyguards. It’s dark—too dark to see outside your scope’s infrared.

You can’t shoot from here; not with the amount of hyperfuel around. And you can’t exactly jump down and take out all ten of his guards in hand-to-hand combat.

But he can.

“Oh, great,” you breathe as a familiar curly-haired, green-armoured figure leans out from a vantage point just ahead of you. The dome of his helmet is set atop the crate in front of him, clearly set up to record what’s happening below without any need to expose himself to view.

Well, that’s an unfair advantage, you think grouchily. It’s starting to get ridiculous, this habit of his; showing up and swiping bounties out right from underneath you. You find in that instant that you don’t even care about the target anymore; you just don’t want him to get this one on you.

You’re already bent double and creeping forward before your brain has time to catch up with what you’re doing. Dropping into a crouch beside him, you reach for one of the flash charges clipped at your belt.

“Fett,” you murmur. “You really need to stop butting in on my jobs like this.”

He responds without even looking up at you, still absorbed with the data flashing on his vambrace. “Listen, ad’ika. This time, I got here first. Fair and square. So you’d better just—”

You lean up and press your lips to his, shutting him up mid-sentence. His frozen surprise only lasts a second before he huffs amusedly against you, his lips parting, his tongue dancing across your lower lip.

You choose that moment to close your eyes and activate the charge in your hand.

Sudden, sun-bright light explodes outward; stunning the surroundings into white outlines, leaving an aftershock of red sparks bursting across your vision even through the cover of your eyelids.

There’s shouting from the platform below, and in the confusion the target and his guards manage to scramble blindly aboard the shuttle, the pilot already pulling away before the ramp has fully retracted.

Swearing, blinded, Boba yanks his head back, his eyes squeezed shut against the brutally stark brightness left burned across his sight.

“Fuck! Now neither of us get paid,” he hisses, clearly unimpressed, blinking, scrubbing his hand across his face. “That’s my whole night gone.”

You shrug, your lips quirking up as you trail a finger across his chestplate. “All I’m hearing is: we’ve both got a spare few hours on our hands.”

Still squinting, he shakes his head, a begrudging smile revealing the edge of his teeth. “You’d better make it up to me.”

#boba fett x gn!reader #boba fett x reader #star wars fanfic #zinzinina anniversary celebration #boba fett drabble #writeforfandoms

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

Nemesis: Origins

Loki x GreekGoddess!Reader Part 2

A/N: Hey y’all! This was actually a fic I had written a while ago back when I was in high school on another platform and for some reason never posted it here because I’m an idiot lol. I might have to do minor edits because some of this shit is cheesy. But here it is now! I hope y’all enjoy. 💕

Summary: Imagine being Nemesis, the Greek goddess of Vengeance and Retribution, and the daughter of Hera and Zeus. Since you were a child, all you had known was the language of the sword due to your father’s ideology. But your sister Athena taught you not only the strategies of warfare but also the ways of the philosopher and the diplomat. Following the tournament and celebration of your coming into adulthood, your father sends you and your half-sister Tara on a mission to a far away planet you had never once thought you’d ever see.

Warnings: None

Prologue, Part 1

It had been a month since the day you met Aurora, and life had been pleasant since then. You would see each other nearly every day in your favorite spot in the garden, the spot under the pillared gazebo with nothing but trees and flowers surrounding the area. Even Drakon had grew to like her, and he tended to be quite the picky dragon when it came to people other than you. During the time spent together, you would tell each other many stories. Aurora had confessed the troubles of her life, how she was invisible amongst her brothers and sisters and in the eyes of her mother. And in return, you told her about the troubles of your own. You told her how often you noticed the way people looked at you strange because you didn’t look like other Olympians. You told her about how they always frowned at your unkept, boyish appearance, something they thought to be unfitting of a princess. They also didn’t like the fact that you always spoke your mind, which eventually led to word being spread around like wildfire of your outlandish behavior, much to the disappointment of your parents. “It's un-lady-like” they would say. But, apart from that, you didn’t let the rumors and critiques of others bother you.

You both had dreams of your own. Dreams of escaping, traveling to other realms. Aurora told you how she would like to travel one day to other places to discover the different possible dragons that might inhabit there, and at the same time, master her elemental abilities. And when she had asked you what you dreamed of doing someday, you replied that you would like to see other worlds, see the beauty of their landscape and architecture while meeting other peculiar individuals. You confessed how you also hoped to master not only your skills of warfare and the blade, but also the penmanship and intelligence of the wise while finally perfecting the abilities of your telepathy. And as of right now, you were already well on your way of achieving just that by attending your daily sessions with your sister Athena.

"So have you learned anything new from your powers?" You asked your friend, your hands folded across your stomach as you stared up at the sky, following the clouds as they moved from your spot on the grass.

"Not yet." Aurora replied as she picked at the green grass near her feet as she sat with her legs crossed, "And you?" 

"No, nothing yet. I can still hear thoughts and read a few minds but, that's it." You shrugged your shoulders in disappointment. You wanted nothing more than to match the skills of those you knew, and it didn't help that it was taking you a long time to reach the goals you had set for yourself. Everyone in your family had already mastered their powers at your age and the thought of it made you upset with yourself.

"Nemesis!" You heard your father's loud voice booming through the garden, the sound startling Drakon awake from his nap.

"I'm here papa." You called out at him before turning to Aurora to see her tense up. 

You saw your father walk towards you with a smile, catching the way his eyes glanced over at Aurora rather displeasingly. The subtle action made her cower behind you in timidness, her hands held behind her as she stared down at the grass beneath her feet.

"It's okay Aurora," You whispered to her. "It's just my papa." 

"I know, but still." She mumbled back as she looked up at you from under her lashes.

"Come y/n, we have matters to attend to." He spoke, extending an open hand towards you.  

"……..Yes papa." You muttered with a lowered head, your lips formed into a pout as you took his large hand after telling Drakon to stay.

"You should go home to your mother Aurora." Zeus gave Aurora a stern look, a look that made you frown at the sight of it.

Did your father not like her?

"Yes, your majesty. Bye y/n." Aurora bowed quietly before walking off with her head facing the ground. 

You tried to open your mouth to ask your father Zeus about Aurora, curious as to why he had looked at her as if she were some beggar but resulted in changing your mind once you saw his expression. "Papa?" 

"Yes child?" 

"Where are we going?" 

"It's a surprise." Zeus told you as he lead you off to another side the garden, his eyes focused on someone ahead.

You followed his gaze, looking ahead and tilting your head in curiosity upon seeing a beautiful woman, her chestnut skin glowing against the sun's rays as her tight ebony curls blow gently against the wind, holding the hand of a younger girl your age that resembled her. Yet her eyes, they resembled another, of someone you knew.

Who is she?

You heard the woman bend down to whisper a few words in her daughter’s ear. Whatever she had said made the little girl's eyes widen in shock as she stared at your father. She looked back up at her mother for assurance before looking back at Zeus, taking a step towards him nervously. You watched curiously from behind your father as he kneeled down to face her properly before taking her small hand in his.

"You are very special child. I'm sure this whole arrangement has you baffled but rest not you aren't alone." Zeus uttered to the little girl before motioning to you. "This here is y/n, my daughter and your half sister. Y/n, this your sister Tara and her mother Neith."

You let out an inaudible gasp, your eyes widened at what he had just said. Your father and an Egyptian goddess? Was this forbidden or just unheard of? Did your mother know of this? The little girl Tara looked at you with a baffled expression, the both of you mirroring each other as you locked eyes with her.

A million thoughts ran through your little head as you tried to figure out what she was thinking. What if she hated you right now. What if she thought you were pathetic and not worthy of being a sister. At this point, you didn't know what to think, you thought you would be the last remaining child of Zeus, and yet, here she was. A girl from another realm, carrying the blood of the Egyptian gods through your veins, your new half-sister. As a result of your rash and panicked thinking, you decided on a duel. You would challenge her to a duel in order to find out her true intentions....if she had any.

"Hi I'm y/n. Do you also have powers like me? I just wanted to know because I'm psychic, a warrior and will soon be able to fly. What can you do?" You introduced yourself, sticking out your tiny hand for her to shake.

"Hello, I can talk to animals and with practice and training I can get their abilities. I'm also a gifted warrior, I can use any weapon you give me." Tara introduced herself as well, shaking your hand eagerly.

She can talk to animals? You thought, suddenly becoming disappointed over your own abilities or rather lack thereof. Why did you have to be gifted with such bland abilities? Remember y/n, do not make yourself seem weak, especially not in front of your new sister. 

"Then it's settled, we shall spar, swords only." You announced with your arms crossed.

"Y/n!" Zeus uttered your name in alarm. "You can't just ask your sister, whom you just met, to spar with you."

"Is this area ok with you?" Tara stood with her small sword in hand, a blade that had a strange curve on the ends that you had never seen before.

"Let them Zeus. Come over here and watch with me." Neith told the rather baffled looking Zeus as she dragged him to the side. 

With both of your small dulled swords in your hands, you began to circle each other, one foot overstepping the other, your eyes focused on each other's movements and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Tara was the one to pull the first attack, lunging forward in front of you as she swung her blade down to your shoulder. In a swift movement, you brought up your own sword and parried the attack, hitting her blade away with the edge of yours in a loud clink. Remembering what Athena had taught you, you attacked her with quick strikes and forced her to be on the defensive, deceiving her to think that was the only stance that you were capable of. A small smirk formed on your lips as you started to build up some confidence, even enjoying the refreshing moment of having the chance to spar with someone other than Athena. Tara was good with the blade, but not good enough, you thought. Before you were able to land another swing at her, Tara did a 360 pivot to the right, her sandals brushing against the dirt of the path before pressing her blade to your neck.

"Stand down." She ordered in your ear.

Oh dear sister, do not pride in yourself that quick. 

"What makes you think I'm ready to give up?" You asked her, trying your best to hide the smirk that tugged at your lips.

"You spent most of your energy doing quick heavy attacks while I was guarding. Any more fighting is useless." She smiled at you before releasing her sword off your neck and dropping it to her side. 

"I see." You lowered your sword as well and returned it to your belt. "You really are skilled, however," you smirked as you grabbed her arm, flipping her over your shoulder and pinning her to the ground. "Never let your guard down sister."

Tara and you let out a childish giggle at the act, a smile appearing on your lips as you helped her up before dusting yourselves off. Neith and Zeus were amused with your little combat techniques, sending the both off you off to play while they went off to discuss some important matters. You decided to show Tara around a bit and took her to the far side of the garden, your favorite little spot where you found Drakon waiting for you. Tara had stood in shock at seeing Drakon, it was her first time seeing a dragon. Back in her home they had similar beasts but instead they resembled large snakes, something that rather terrified the young Egyptian princess. But thankfully, it didn't take long for Tara and Drakon to warm up to each other. The two of you shared stories in the spot under the gazebo as you told her everything there was to know about Olympus and the different creatures that can be spotted throughout the realm. You listened with fascination as Tara described to you about the vastness of her homeland. She explained how that her realm wasn't that much different from Midguards continent of Africa, and was all together magical in it's own uniqueness and even promised to take you with her to visit someday. You were happy for once, relieved to have a sister such as her. Now that she was around, you didn't feel left out after having to be the youngest of Zeus's children and not having anyone to relate to. Tara and you had connected the moment you first saw each other, and nothing had made you happier than that very moment. You heard some footsteps in the distance and turned your head to see someone you knew, a stunning young woman who carried this certain warmth and kindness in her eyes that you have yet to see in anyone else, your mother Hera.

"Nemesis darling, Tara, your father would like to see you both." She smiled at the two of you with her hands folded in front of her, a sparkle in her eye at seeing that the two of you had got along so quickly.

"Mana!(mother in Greek)" You gasped, looking between her and your sister with wide eyes, "You know Tara?"

"Why of course I do." She nodded her head, her eyes that resembled the feathers of a peacock resting upon Tara's surprised face. Her soothing voice that you loved to hear softening when she spoke to your sister. "My name is Hera young princess. I am the Queen of Olympus."

"Nice to meet you your majesty." Tara marveled at your mother, her eyes filled with awe and shock upon meeting a woman she had only heard about through her own mother.

"What does papa want?" You asked Hera, your eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. 

"Why don't you go see for yourselves then?" Hera smiled while helping the two of you to our feet before leading you back to the garden. Upon arriving once more on the stone path that led into the garden, you found Zeus and Neith sitting on one of the stone benches, their voices hushed in silent conversation before abruptly stopping at the sound of your footsteps. There was something hidden behind their eyes, a thought that was ready to be revealed as they focused their gaze on Tara and you. Something told you there was another reason your sister Tara came to Olympus today, and it wasn't just for introductions.

"What is it Papa?" You asked as you walked up to him, resting your hands on the fabric of his bent knees. "What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing serious child." He answered with a soft smile, placing a hand on your shoulder before facing Tara and waving her over. "Come hither Tara."

You watched Tara as she timidly walked over to your side, her hand clutching the back of your tunic in nervousness.

"Are...are we in trouble?" She mumbled out.

"Oh no no my dear child!" Zeus chuckled out, the ends of his eyes crinkling in humor as he placed his other hand on Tara's shoulder as well.

"Then what is it Papa?" You asked him the same question with a frown, not amused at his lack of answering to your inquiries. You didn't like to be left in the dark.

"I'm taking you both to a new place." He finally answered, his words making you tilt your head in confusion.

A new place? What new place?, you thought.

"What new place sir?" You heard Tara ask the exact same question you were going to ask next.

"There's no need to be formal Tara, for I am your father." Zeus smiled at her.

"Yes....father." Tara mumbled shyly at him, not used to having the idea of a father thrown at her so suddenly. She wanted to accept that this man she had never seen before was her father, but it was all still new information for her.

"Now, go get dressed." Your father nodded off in the opposite direction. "We're going to leave in a bit. Tara, I believe your mother already has garments for you."

"I can't wear this?" You referred to your tunic, your face scrunching up at the thought of dressing up when you were already in something comfortable.

"Y/n child." Zeus stared you down with an amused smirk, "You must wear something else. You've been training in this tunic, it's covered in dirt."

"......yes papa." You let out a sigh, mumbling as you did so.

You knew there was no way you were going to win this argument.

"Go to your mother and Aphrodite, they'll dress you."

"Yes papa." You let out another sigh as you walked away while Tara went along with her mother Neith.

You waved Drakon over, letting him tag along behind you as you walked back to your father's palace. To be honest, though you didn't like the idea of travelling on such a short notice, you were excited to see just where it was that you and Tara were heading. You entered the courtyard of your father's palace; it was a large open space lined with pillars and the greenest plants and trees that bared colorful exotic fruits that left a mouth-watering scent when you passed by them, with a fountain that spilled water onto the rectangular pool of water just below it. You smiled to see your mother waiting patiently for you, leaning against one of the pillars with your aunt Aphrodite standing beside her. Drakon stayed in the courtyard under the shade while you walked over to your mother.

"Mana!" You giggled as you ran over to hug her, your little arms wrapping around her legs while you pressed your cheek against her stomach before smiling up at Aphrodite. "Hello theía (Aunt in greek)."

"Hello Nemesis." Aphrodite smiled back at you, the sun's rays radiating against her skin and making her pink rose-toned hair glow brighter.

"Careful y/n! Come, let's get you cleaned up and dressed." Hera beamed down at you before taking your hand and leading you to your bedroom, your sandals echoing in clicks against the marble and gold floors of the inside of the palace.

"Must I wear this mana?" You looked back at your mother as you tugged on your new dress that draped over your shoulders and stopped down at your elbows while she tied a golden silk belt around your torso. "It's pink."

"But it looks lovely on you y/n dear." Aphrodite gave a playful pout.

"Listen my dear kóri (daughter). It's only for today." Hera kneeled down in front of you to put her hands on your shoulders and look into your eyes. "And who knows, you might even find a boy."

"Ewwww! No mana! That's gross!" You made a face, sticking out your tongue and feigning a puking sound. "Boys are for friends only. And they have germs."

"Did Athena tell you that?" Hera smiled amusingly before standing back up.

"Yes. Can I at least keep my bracers on mana?"

"Oh alright, you can."

"Bye y/n! Have a safe journey my dear." Aphrodite waved you goodbye as you did the same.

"Come Drakon!" You called your dragon over, excited to show him the new sights as well. As long as he went with you, you'd look more forward to the trip.

Drakon trotted along beside you as you went to meet with your father and sister, looking ahead to see them standing next to Neith.

"Papa!" You giggled as you ran up and hugged him.

"You're quite eager child. And don't you look as lovely as the Elysian fields."

"No." You let out a blunt disagreement before turning to Tara in and gasping at her new dress and cloak. "You look beautiful adelfí."

"Adelfí?" She furrowed her brows with confusion."

"It means sister."

"Ohhh." Tara nodded with a smile. "Thank you 'ukht. You look beautiful too."

"Does 'ukht mean sister?" You asked her with excitement to which she nodded before adding. "It's a beautiful language."

"Come now children." Zeus cleared his throat before gesturing over to his flying vessel, the made up of sturdy Olympian wood and gold with pearl inlays that detailed certain areas. The vessel resembled the ships used by the ancient Greeks, something you had seen pictures of in books. "There's no time for waste."

You had always seen one of these things in the sky whenever you were out and about, but this was your first time boarding one. Growing up, you had envied the individuals who had the opportunity to be on one, traveling whenever they needed to.

"Papa. Can Drakon go?" You asked your father.

"I'm afraid not kóri." Zeus shook his head with a frown. "Where we're going, I'm not sure if those people will take a liking to him."

"But he's kind." You frowned at his words, wondering why in the realms anyone would not take a liking to your dragon, the same dragon who had never even hurt the smallest living thing. Not only that, but Drakon was still a child.

"I know y/n. I gave you the greatest and most kindest dragon in all the realms. But that doesn't mean others will see him as that."

"Yes papa." You sighed before turning to Drakon and hugging him. "I'm sorry o fílos mou (my dear friend). You'll have to stay here with mana. But don't worry. I'll be back soon."

Drakon whined in reply as he buried his head in your neck, his scales tickling your skin as he tried not to tear up because he knew that would make you cry as well. You let go of Drakon reluctantly, frowning as you watched him walk over to Hera's side, letting her rest her hand on his head and stroke the scales on his head.

You started to walk onto the ramp that connected your father's ship but stopped when you felt his hands hold you back by the shoulders, "Wait for a moment child."

"Yes papa?"

"Here." He pulled out a deep maroon wool cloak, wrapping the fabric around your shoulders before pulling the hood onto your head. "Wear this cloak."

"What for papa?"

"No one must know about your wings y/n child. They might not be accustomed to such a thing." He advised as he fastened the hook on your cloak before resting his hands on your shoulders.

"People are strange." You frowned at the thought of having to change such little things in order for others to not notice you. You couldn't seem to understand the reasoning, but at the same time you suppose your father had a point. If the people on your home planet looked at you differently, imagine the ones on others.

"They can be." Zeus puts a gentle hand on your back, leading you onto the ship.

Tara and you waved goodbye to Hera, Neith and Drakon at the end of the ramp before walking off to stand beside one another at the back of the ship.

"Are you nervous adelfí?" You asked your sister, setting your hands on the wooden bar of the rail and staring out onto the horizon as clouds passed by ahead of you. If you had just reached out your hand, you could brush your fingertips against them and finally get to know what a cloud felt like. Your father's land or rather his own separate kingdom was a piece of land that was separate from the earth of the planet Olympus itself, hovering in the air above the ground like it's very own floating city.

"A little bit. I've never been outside of Egypt so Olympus is still new to me." She answered.

"I've never been outside of palace grounds." You muttered, trying your best not to look down at the earth below as if you would fall straight off.

"Really?" Tara stared at you, shocked that you had never left the grounds of your father's kingdom, not even the palace. There was so much to see, and here you were, living your whole life confined in the walls and gardens of the palace you called home.

"No." You shook your head with a half efforted smile. "Father said it's dangerous, so I've never been outside."

"Don't worry." You felt her wrap her arm around your shoulders. "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'll protect you."

"And I'll protect you." You smiled back.

"How does Olympus stay in the air?" Tara asked you as she gripped onto the rail, sticking her head out and peering out onto the depths of the world below as the ship started to sail.

"Olympus is the name of our planet." You explained with a gesture of your hands. "This place, this is my father's kingdom called Ouránia, which means the heavens. From what papa told me, my uncles Poseidon and Hades, and I think the rest of the major gods have their own kingdom. Poseidon and Hades for sure though."

"Really? That's interesting."

"I can't wait to get older and visit everything here." You rested your elbows on the rail of your father's ship, bringing your head down to rest on your hands as the wind blew gently through the strands of your hair.

"I can't wait to see where father is taking us." Tara copied your stance, bringing her head down to rest on her hands as well.

"That is true." You smiled as you peered out at the horizon again, admiring the scenery and the architecture of your father's floating city as you drifted further away form it.

It wasn't long before the ship came to a stop and your father had directed you to follow him out onto the ramp, and when you did, you grabbed Tara's hand and stepped onto the platform of the new area you had just stopped, not even daring to glance at at the vastness below.

"Where are we papa?" You asked as you followed him towards a large golden crystal-like building that resembled a rather extravagent dome.

"This is our planetarium." Zeus gestured to the structure in front of him. "And this is also where our tilemetaforéa is located."

"Teleporter?" You quirked a brow in question. Why was your father taking you to a teleporter? You heard those were only for long distances, as in other realm travels.

"Papa." You gasped. "We're going to another realm?"

"Correct y/n. Which realm? That'll be a surprise." Zeus smiled as he lead the two of you into the golden dome where you found your older brother Hermes standing in the center.

"Two realms in one day?" Tara whispered to you, her eyes wide and her lips pressed into a firm line. "That's a lot."

"Hermes son." Zeus clapped your brother on the back. "Take us to where I have informed you of."

"Yes father." Hermes nodded before smiling at us. "Hello y/n. Hello Tara."

Tara and you uttered your greetings before following your father up this metallic winding stairs that led into a rather spacious area with big open windows that revealed the wonder before you. Beyond the glass, millions of stars were able to be seen, all of them scattered around you like the sprinkling of glitter, and in between them distant planets. You had always seen the stars and planets from afar from your place at home, but this was beyond anything you had ever imagined. It was as if they were just a mile away.

"It's beautiful isn't it." Zeus breathed out, a proud smile sitting on his lips as he held both Tara's and your hand as he stared out at the held beyond the window before him. "Brace yourselves my daughters. This might be nauseating."

At first, there was this loud sound, like the sound of gears turning all around you, and then suddenly this bright gold light filled the many other crystal like colors enveloped all around you. And then, you felt a strange whiplash sensation take over your body, yanking you off your feet and transporting you away from your home planet and to another realm.

#loki imagine #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki x you #loki laufeyson #loki #loki x y/n #loki x original female character #loki x reader #loki x original character #loki imagines

[savannah-5555]

The Duel

Prompt 13 of @jilytober, "Training Duels."

This one found me caught somewhere between a long drabble and short fic. If you've ever seen BBC's Sherlock, I'm imagining Lily also went to her mind palace.

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"Evans, Lily,” She swallows thickly, entering the dueling ring opposite Joseph Mulciber.

“Bow to your partners,” Professor Kurson sternly addresses Mulciber who twitches his neck to the side, a pathetic excuse for a bow, “Ten paces,” Lily closes her eyes, “It’s only class,” she reminds herself.

“Hey Potter, shame you can’t be of more help to your girlfriend.” Her eyes dart to James’ who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her since she entered the ring. Her peripheral vision catches a glimpse of Remus and Peter restraining Sirius who attempts to jump at Rosier.

Silence. Eight. Nine. Ten. Protego maxima, she thinks spinning on her heel, Protego volumina, Protego enorme. Blasts of fiery orange and yellow flashes bounce off her shield.

Mulciber stalks along the periphery of the safety dome, a smirk appears. “Not bad, expected, but not bad. Petrificus totalus!” he tries, as a stream of silver ricochets thunderously off her shield, “You’ll have to come out and play if you want to leave in one piece,” He goads her.

“Don’t let him in your head!” Marlene shouts to her. Her eyes frantically search for James. His intense stare attempts to communicate with her silently. He brings an index finger to lightly tap his temple, think she wills her mind. Protego maxima, protego volumina, protego enorme. Fortifying her defenses, buying herself some time. Lily wrenches her gaze forward, and wills her breathing under control. Think, it’s a near impossible task, her heart beat thunders in her ears. She flinches, as Mulciber’s attack creates a vulnerable knick in her defenses.

Think.

“Right now your defenses are unparalleled, but when it comes down to a duel, you need a way to get yourself out.” James paced the empty classroom towards her, his voice spiked with controlled frustration. He extended an arm to assist her up from the floor. “ I know you hate it, but you need to find a way inside their head, throw them off their frenzy, make them freeze for a moment. Find a weak spot.” “And what if they don’t have a weak spot?” she had lashed back. He was right. She knew it. But she did not trust herself to excel on offense. To pull the metaphorical trigger when the time came. “Everyone has a weak spot, Evans.” She had scoffed at him, brushing the dust off of her skirt. “What about you then?” They had been preparing for this practical exam for weeks and she had yet to land a win against him. James' hand that had hoisted her off the floor, tightened its grip around her own. “Isn’t it obvious?”

She is losing time. Think, she screams silently, her internal voice raking across her mind. Protego enorme. Another fiery blast chips away at her shield, Mulciber’s eyes are crazed. He wants to hurt her, she realizes, not disarm her. Mudblood, he mouths, back towards their unknowing professor.

Adrenaline spikes red-hot through her body, sharpening her mind like a knife. Joseph Mulciber. 17. Slytherin. Beater. Average intelligence. Above average brute strength. Livermore. Her thoughts flash to the Hogwarts express. Mum is the only one to greet him. Why? Padre tuyo. She casts the charm with a surge of ferocity.

“Son,” a deep gravelling voice radiates from behind Lily’s shield., “Son it’s me.” The sound is generic enough, but the impact is there. Mulciber pauses, confusion across his face. She sees that. “Joseph it’s me,” longing tones of reunion echo around them. Ah. Her mind continues to race. Father issues. Why? Pureblood, legacy, family. She sieves through her memories to Platform 9 ¾, watches his mother embrace him, gold ring glinting on her 4th finger. There. Married. Separated. Divorced? No, she backtracks. Death? She catches a glimpse of Mulciber, betrayal shines through his eyes. Interesting. Not death. Infidelity? It’s a wager she’s willing to take. Padre fraudulent tuyo, she casts. “Yessss,” Mulciber flinches, momentarily distracted, his father’s voice is pulled into a throaty groan, combined with another woman’s moan, “My love,” it says to the woman who is not his wife.

NOW. Lily strikes, slashing her orb down. Revelio, expelliarmus, petrificus totalus, she chants silently. She towers over Mulciber’s fallen form, a flick of her wrist and his eyes are locked on hers. Lily breathes in staccato bursts as she forces him to look at her. She wants him to remember this feeling. Even years later, he will.

Reality blazes back towards her, all-consuming and overwhelming. She stares at the 17 year old boy across from her, painfully exposed as his housemates jeer at him. They don’t understand what wound she's unearthed.

“10 points to Gryffindor,” Kurson announces breezily, before reaching into the fishbowl for the next dueling pair.

A pair of strong arms ensnare her, one across her clavicle, the other securing around her waist. She would recognize his scent anywhere, James. He pulls her to the back of the crowd, spinning around to press her face to his chest. Her fingers grip the back of her robe, her arms shaking. His arms apply a deep pressure hug, his lips pressed to her head. “It’s over Lil,” he whispers, “it’s over now.” He continues to soothe her as the rage she wanted to feel in the ring courses through her veins. It extinguishes all previous moments of fear and replaces it with a new one. Power.

#jilytober 2021 #jily fic #lily evans #dueling #james potter #jily fandom #jily supremacy #marauders era

[ripeteeth]

I always have therapy on Mondays and wind up thinking about things for awhile after, and today is no different. Especially as I'm currently preparing to be interviewed on a fanfiction podcast and so, naturally, I've been spending a lot of time thinking about my past couple years in fandom and what they've entailed: the good, the bad, and the godawful ugly.

I'm still bitter about what happened two years ago, and that's the unvarnished truth of it. I'm working on it and will eventually get past it, but the sharp bite of the bitterness is still there. I'm bitter about those who were shit to me and I'm also bitter about how I had to watch the fandom congratulate itself on its remarkable kindness, when I was being torn to shreds and experiencing one of the worst hells of my life. I know that a lot of people weren't aware of what was happening, so I don't hold it against them, but there is a pervasive unpleasantness that I cannot shake that's poisoned the fandom for me and the original media as well.

I'm bitter also about the way fake internet points seem to erase a certain amount of humanity. If you achieve a certain amount of followers or kudos or comments, then you're no longer a person but a commodity. Suddenly, it's fine to talk shit about your fics publicly, all because you're popular and it won't matter, right? It's fine to trash you as a person because, well, you have enough kudos as a buffer! That's not how it fucking works and it will never be how it works. So, yes, I'm bitter and I'm angry about how the pursuit of imaginary points seemed to strip some very basic decency from a lot of people.

By the end of my time in that fandom, I was a mess. I remember so clearly how it happened, after dealing with six months of harassment, and the sudden eruption of covid, the death of my grandfather, and standing at my bedroom window watching a building catch fire across the street - and I decided I couldn't do it any longer. Something had to give and the only thing I could do was leave.

I never spoke on my own behalf because I knew it didn't matter. People like a show and they like to watch anyone doing well get dragged through the mud. The only thing I could have offered was a platform to amplify my own harassment.

I don't know what this is supposed to say or mean, just that this is where I'm at and that there's still a really long way to go in getting over it.

[george-fabian-weasley]

Fred Weasley — Helplessly Part 1

Summary: After the Battle Of Hogwarts, Fred was rushed to the muggle hospital for better treatment of his injuries. While on a coma, his soul stayed with you for a couple of months. He watches as you went through the stages. And he watches when you start to write a song, just for him.

Words: 1,459 words

Warnings ⚠ : Angst, Constant Pain™, PTSD, Genuine Heartbreak, Author Bawled so You Will Bawl Too, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: I'm just...... IN PAIN.

TAGLIST FOR HELPLESSLY: HERE

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5(COMING SOON!)

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CHAPTER 1: When It Went Down

The Weasleys were running.

“Move out of the way!” Arthur Weasley’s shrill shout echoed through the hospital, beside him was a hospital cart, with his unconscious son on board. Around the cart were the Weasleys, all looking ragged and dusty, but themselves were the last thing on their minds. 

The first thing was this one, on the cart. You were right next to it, holding the cold freezing hand of Fred Weasley, who had been crushed by the shattered walls during the Battle of Hogwarts. While being thankfully alive, Fred was critical, one more second and he could be… no, you don’t want to go there. Squeezing the hand back and forth, begging with tears in your eyes that the hand squeeze back, rather than remaining stoic and… cold.

Shouts of doctors and nurses were tense as they took in Fred to the emergency unit, some of them stayed back to hold Arthur, Molly, George, and you from going in. “You cannot go in there, sir! Leave this to the experts, please!” You heard the doctor who’s holding Arthur back firmly said, while the red-haired man begged the doctor to let him in. 

As soon as Voldemort had been killed by Harry, the Weasleys took no more risks and Apparated straight to a Muggle hospital, for their severely injured boy, Freddie. Ron and Ginny stayed back at Hogwarts to make sure everything was alright. But Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Molly, and Arthur couldn’t stay and wait. They have to come with you to send Fred's help.

Molly hugged you, relying on you for comfort, while simultaneously giving you comfort as well. Both of you needed it. Fred was your lover, and he was her son. “He’ll be alright, Molly. He’ll be alright.” You whispered sweet nothings to Molly, as the loving woman cried in your embrace. 

The embrace felt like hours, your tears mixed with hers ever so frequently, praying to whoever up there who listens to save your Fred.

The adrenaline slowly wore down from each of you, and you realized you were also severely injured. Every single one of you. Thankfully, there was a branch in the Hospital for Magical Healers, and so you received treatment. 

George’s ear injury had been re-opened, and he kept hearing high pitches and experiencing dizziness. Percy had bluish bruises in his arms, he was the one who dug Fred out of the shattered stones, most likely received cuts and bruises along the way. Bill had several injuries from the spells he was attacked with, yet overall, he was fine. 

Charlie had gotten a pretty deep cut along his abdomen, yet the dragon tamer had said he’s had worse. Molly and Arthur, while being relatively not injured physically, were emotionally traumatized by the sight of Fred earlier. Molly kept whispering under her breath, with a few stray tears in her eyes, “They’re just children…”

You… You had some injuries as well, but nothing could come over the fear of going back to the Great Hall and see the boy you’ve loved with all your soul, lying there almost lifelessly. 

“Y/N,” Harry called you, you were leaning against the wall catching your breath after combating with countless of Death Eaters. “What is it, H?” You replied with a wide grin, seemingly proud of your work today. Harry’s expression was grim, and he was avoiding your eyes by looking down, “It’s Fred.”

With that sentence only, you find yourself running to the Great Hall, several emotions swarming you at once. As if in slow-motion, your memories with Fred started to replay at the back of your mind. From the moment you first met him at the 9 3/4 platform, until the moment just yesterday, where he was hugging you from behind, trailing kisses on your neck while mumbling ‘I love yous’.

You can’t lose him. No, he was the light of your life.

Your breath hitched as soon as you arrived, you saw the Weasleys swarming someone, they were crying tremendously. Hermione saw you, and with teary eyes, she hugged you, and with a shaky voice she said, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You were frozen. No, no. It… It can’t be. You walked slowly to where they were, George was sobbing while hugging Ron. You had to drag your feet; they were suddenly very heavy to move. 

“… Freddie?”

The quiver in your voice. The pitching fear at the tip. The breathless gasp. Everything was overwhelming.

Fred Gideon Weasley there, lying on the ground, with his eyes closed, and his lips etched a soft smile.

Your legs gave in. You dropped to the ground with a silent thud. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from that face. That face that would make funny expressions to cheer you up. That face that would cry with you, so you won’t cry alone. That face that you would caress every night, counting every single freckle as if they were stars. That face, with a soft smile on the lips.

You scrambled to him, your hands were shaking, “No. No no no, Freddie. Freddie, wake up. Freddie, my love, wake up.” Trembling hands made their way to cup his cold face, the coldness made you let out a desperate, shaky cry. “Ahh, Fred... This- This isn’t funny, you git. W-wake up. Wake up, sweetheart.” 

One, two, three. And soon more tears follow. You almost couldn’t see him through all the tears clouding your vision. Some of them dropped onto him as you cradled his head, your trembling hands dusted away the dirt on his face, caressing the skin shakily. “Freddie please! Wake up! Wake up please, I’m begging you!” You were a wailing mess. You hug his head, kissing his forehead so many times, whimpering, “No... No, please. Fred, please don’t go. You’re- you’re fine, Freddie. You’re fine. I’m-I’m here. I’m here, sweetheart, you can’t leave me. You-you can’t leave me. Not like this, no Freddie, not-not like this…”

You didn’t realize somebody was sitting down across from you and Fred, you were too immersed with the emotions drowning you.

Too immersed that you didn’t hear the echoing voices around you. Until George shook you suddenly, “Y/N!!!” You faced him, still terribly crying, he cupped your face, wiping your tears. 

With teary, swollen eyes and a runny nose, he painted a giant, relieved smile on his lips, “He’s alive, Y/N. Madam Pomfrey said he’s alive!”

“W...What?” You couldn’t even let out a noise. And then you saw it. That somebody sitting across you was Madam Pomfrey, she had her hand on Fred’s left upper chest. She was smiling in relief to you, “He still has a heartbeat, dear. He’s alive.”

Your eyes opened.

A few hours ago. You didn’t realize you’ve been reliving the memories for several hours. you were now in a hospital bed, with long wires inside you, connecting you to several machines. The fluorescent lights made you squint your eyes, unfamiliar with the brightness.  

“Y/N?” A voice. There was a voice. You couldn’t move your head, it seems like your body was paralyzed as if you’ve been Stupefied. And then someone came into your vision, it was Hermione.

She let out the breath she held earlier in relief, she looked away from you and said, “Y/N’s awake!”

Your throat feels sandy, you couldn’t let out any voice. Hermione was attentive to you, she had reached a water bottle with a straw, “Here, Y/N. You’ve passed out for almost two days now. We’ve been worried sick for you.”

As you sat up, you groaned from the pain of not moving for several hours, and then you see the Weasleys, and Harry, and also Fleur. Molly was right beside Hermione, “Are you alright, dear?” You wordlessly nodded, scanning the people staring at you. Strange, everyone was in bandages. And why does it feel like someone’s missing-

And then it clicked. The main reason why you’re here in the first place. 

Your head had never turned so suddenly, your eyes widening in anticipation, dry lips moving to form coherent words, “How is he? How’s Fred?”

“Is… Is he alive?” Your voice was hoarse. The quiver in your voice was hard not to notice, and Molly quickly said, “Y/N, dear, have a drink first.”

“No, Molly. Where is he? Why is he not here?” You said loudly, you’ve grown anxious, at the back of your head you’re starting to feel the same as when how you felt at the Great Hall.

The fear was coming back, for sure, and rather fast.

“Y/N, calm down.” George reached out, putting a comforting hand on your leg. “Fred’s alright. But,” He trailed off, unsure of how to tell you.

“But what?” 

George’s eyes darted to Molly, who just reluctantly nodded before reverted his eyes to you. “He’s in a coma, Y/N.”

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A/N: Just know that I sobbed terribly at this chapter, this is honestly how I think it would go if Fred has a lover in the Deathly Hallows pt 2, without the Madam Pomfrey scene. Damn, if that scene was there, I would be traumatized :D

This fic is a full fanfic btw. That means it’s going to have more chapter than 3, so I hope you love this one as much as I do! Until then! p/s: check out my other works in my masterlist, it’s in my bio!

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