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batgirlsay · 4 months

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Unspeakable Love

A Playlist for Obiyuki Do-Si-Do 2023 by @snowwhite-andtheknight

This playlist went through many edits over the year as I discovered new bands (The Beths) and remembered old ones (Mae) but the theme of hiding feelings stayed consistent. The title lyric comes from "The Maze," and I’ve been waiting all year to share these perfect Obiyuki songs! Also looking forward to reading the final companion piece by @jhalya!

Unspeakable Love

Knees Deep- The Beths My Answer- The Natural Lines The Maze- Manchester Orchestra A Scene That Will Never Die- The Natural Lines Giving It Away- Mae Do You Want Me Now- The Beths Alex Bell- The Natural Lines Telepath- Manchester Orchestra True Blue- Boygenius

Summary lyrics are posted under the cut:

Knees Deep- The Beths

Watching light through water I want to bend the way it bends You slice like a knife through the surface But what a thrill to see it mend With no scar, no memory I'm envious, why pretend I'm not

Wading in up to the ankles The cold speaks straight to my bones Whole body and soul hesitation I am a coward turned to stone I stay there for centuries So all of history knows about it

The shame, I wish that I was Bravе enough to dive in But I nevеr have been and never will be I'm coming in hot then freezing completely

The shame, I wish that I could Say what I've been thinking But I never have done and never will do Still only knees deep, I'll never be brave like you

My Answer- The Natural Lines

My answer to the night is maybe A little danger on the side of a mountain

The flame lit face reveals what’s obvious

We will be strange We will be perfectly out of place

Maybe we’ll lock eyes Maybe we’ll meet Nothing has to happen Creatures inconceivable

The Maze- Manchester Orchestra

I notice you when you're noticing me Breaking the habit, you're watching me sleep, oh Give me some time, let me learn how to speak I'm a maze to you

First of a thousand to write on the wall It's only beginning, it's swallowing us Somebody said it's unspeakable love It's amazing You lift that burden off of me

A Scene That Will Never Die- The Natural Lines

Starting at the summer’s end When the nights get loud

We were searching for the words The lines that don’t feel like they’ve ever been said before

Sometimes we lose it Sometimes we don’t end where we meet

The ghosts keep flying overhead Changes are permanent Because the chemistry connects Because you sit in the passenger side A scene that will never die

Sometimes we lose it Sometimes we don’t land where we mean

Giving It Away- Mae

By the way you brought me here It makes me believe that the best is yet to come and I don't want to leave

Forgive my hesitation but I'm learning to trust in you Help me to dream these dreams because I don't have a clue

If you'd be honest and say what you mean You know I would promise I'd do anything Because I know that without you I'm giving it away

You've introduced me to the moment But I'm looking to stay for good

Do You Want Me Now- The Beths

Just a question that keeps me fast awake In the dead of night I'm a condemned site with light on Tell me what you decide on

Do you want me now? Or do you wanna leave it out We can talk about it I wanna tell you something but I don't know how

Being patient's never been my forte And your waiting room is hard on my esteem

Alex Bell- The Natural Lines

You were here, you always seem so far away You’ve become someone out of reach

The seasons keep me running away with myself I want to get an answer from Alex Bell tonight

I loved your laughter when life seemed impossible

No one wants to hear my silent speech I’ve become someone out of reach

Telepath- Manchester Orchestra

Told her I don't have a lot, babe, but you can have my soul Baby, do you want me? No, no, no

Everyone I know is slowly falling in the ocean I don't want to be the next to row, I never learned to swim Baby, do you love me? No, no, no

In my mind, you are the road I chose to travel Might as well have been the very last thing I decide Half the time I'm lost, afraid that you're just borrowed It don't matter much to me, man, I'm not afraid to die You're the one I wanted, want now, want when I am old When I'm falling

True Blue- Boygenius

You say you're a winter bitch, but summer's in your blood You can't help but become the sun

When you don't know who you are, you fuck around and find out When you called me from the train, water freezing in your eyes You were happy and I wasn't surprised

You already hurt my feelings three times In the way only you could

But it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself I remember who I am when I'm with you Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

#obiyuki #playlist #snow white with the red hair #akagami no shirayukihime #the beths #the natural lines #matt pond pa #mae #mae band #manchester orchestra #boygenius #had to figure out the natural lines lyrics by myself lol #oops I already used the top part of this panel for obiyuki week #this playlist is kinda a continuation of those feels tho

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polls-showdowns · 11 months

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Alright Here’s the list of characters in the DILF battle:

(Please let me know if there are misspelled names or characters on there twice because they have two names or something (mentioning the two names because I spotted a few like that))

Bob ‘Bad Bob’ Zimmermann (Check Please)

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)

Aragorn (Lord of the Rings)

Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)

Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)

Bail Organa (Star Wars)

Benjamin Sisko (Star Trek)

Bobby Singer (Supernatural)

Bowser (Super Mario)

Bruce Wayne (DC)

Bruno Bucciaratti (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Cassim (Aladdin)

Castiel (Supernatural)

Cerrit Agrupnin (Critical Role)

Chris Argent (Teen Wolf)

Crocodile (One Piece)

Crosshair (The Bad Batch)

Dad Egbert (Homestuck)

Dad Turner (Fairly Odd Parents)

Din Djarin (Star Wars)

Donquixote ‘Corazón’ Rosinante (One Piece)

Duke Joren Jawbreaker (Dimension 20)

Eddard Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Elrond Peredhil (Lord of the Rings)

Garmadon (Ninjago)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Gilear Faeth (dimension 20)

Gol D. Roger (One Piece)

Gordon Freeman (Half Life VR)

Hakoda (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Han Solo (Star Wars)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Herlock Sholmes (The Great Ace Attorney)

Hunter (The Bad Batch)

Jayson Ferin (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Jefferson Morales (Spiderverse)

Jeralt Eisner (Fire Emblem)

Jin Kirigiri (Danganronpa)

Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Jorge (The Maze Runner)

Kaburagi (Deca-Dence)

Kanan Jarrus (Star Wars)

Kazuma Kiryu (Yakuza series/Ryu ga Gotoku)

Kozuki Oden (One Piece)

Kyros (One Piece)

Leroy Smith (Tekken)

Lestat de Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles/ Interview with the Vampire)

Lord Asriel Belacqua (His Dark Materials)

Maes Hughes (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

Mark Sloan (Greys Anatomy)

Micah (She-Ra)

Dracule Mihawk (One piece)

Mortimer Goth (The Sims)

Mr Boonchuy (Amphibia)

Percival de Rolo (Critical Role)

Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)

Poseidon (Riordanverse)

Pyrrha Dve (The Locked Tomb)

Roy (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Ryker of Reston (Roleslaying With Roman)

Ryuuji Kawara (Hatoful Boyfriend)

Shanks (One Piece)

Tech (The Bad Batch)

Terry Jeffords (Brooklyn 99)

The Gentleman (Critical Role)

The Vampire Armand (Vampire Chronicles/ Interview with the Vampire)

Theoden (Lord of the Rings)

Tom (One Piece)

Tony Stark (MCU)

Vander (Arcane)

Vector the Crocodile (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Whitebeard (One Piece)

Worf (Star Trek)

Wrecker (The Bad Batch)

Yasopp (One Piece)

Yeza Brenatto (Critical Role)

Zeff (One piece)

Zerxus Ilerez (Critical Role)

#dilf battle

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maeleelee · 8 months

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Chapter Six

Blue Moon

Prismatic chaos travels to Thornhill for an annual Halloween festival as lovers of all things spooky and murder mystery. Little did they know, they’d get more than they bargained for. With all the things that go bump in the night coming out to play, they can check in any time they like. But they can never leave.

⚠️minors DO NOT interact⚠️

Warnings: Chaos, mentions of fucking, corn maze scare.

The girls laughed as they walked into the coffee shop. "I'll grab the coffee's go sit." Mae told Jess and Ani. They did as told and grabbed their normal corner area with the window view. "Thank you." Mae smiled at the guy behind the counter as she grabbed the coffees and her bagel covered in cream cheese. She walked over to their spot and sat down, back to the window.

"Okay, for real though, there is something wrong with my soulmate. The stuff he thinks about to scary. He's supernatural for sure." Jess mumbled as she sipped her coffee.

Mae giggled. "Well at least you know he's not just a serial killer."

"Oh, valid." Ani nodded.

"I mean, if I didn't know supernatural was real, I would believe he was." Jess laughed as she shook her head.

San had dragged Wooyoung down to road to the café. "Dude, chill. They aren't going anywhere. The bikes are still there." Wooyoung growled as he pulled his arm away.

"As someone who can float when he moves, you sure are slow.” San said, making Wooyoung hit his arm. As they walked into the café, Wooyoung nodded towards the three girls.

“Jess is the one with the cat helmet.” Wooyoung mumbled. San nodded and walked towards the girls.

Mae had took a bite of her bagel and looked up at Jess. “I mean, you can’t tell me fucking the supernatural wouldn’t be fun.”

“Yeah but like which one?” Ani asked the two.

“Who would be the better candidate?” Jess giggled.

Mae took another bite and smiled. “I mean, I’d fuck the grim reaper.” She shrugged.

San looked at Wooyoung with a smirk. “Oh this is great.” The girls turned to them and the two boys smirked.

“What’s great?” Jess asked.

Before San could answer, Wooyoung leaned down in front of Mae and wiped the cream cheese off the side of her face with his thumb. He slid it into his mouth and hummed. “Well, fuck me then.”

Mae’s breath caught in her throat and Wooyoung chuckled. “Cute, really.”

“You look real human for the Grim Reaper.” Ani said, grabbing his cheeks and turning his face. She released him when his eyes turned pure black and he was staring through her soul. “I have made a mistake.” She mumbled.

“Hey. Be nice to my puppy.” Mae pouted at him and he turned back to her and smiled.

“This is definitely the group your soulmate was talking about San.” Wooyoung stood up straight and looked at him.

“Soulmate?” Jess questioned.

“You’re hearing voices, right?” Wooyoung asked her. She nodded. “So is Sannie boy here. Who you just so happened to run into before he started hearing those voices.” Jess looked at San and smiled.

“I’m not complaining.” She smirked, giggling lightly. He’s hot.

San smirked and tilted his head at her. “You like supernatural, yeah?” Jess nodded. “How do you feel about hell hounds?”

“Puppies!” Mae smiled. “I just wanna touch their cute little faces.” Wooyoung and San looked at each other, then back at the girls.

“Would you like to ride one?” San asked Jess.

“Which way are we talking?” Jess asked back, making Ani choke on her coffee. Mae giggled and rubbed Ani’s back.

“Can you try not to kill our pup just because you want dick?” Mae asked Jess, who shrugged.

“I’d be disappointed if she didn’t.” Ani choked out, laughing.

“Can I ride both?” Jess smirked up at San.

“Of course little one.”

“I- okay. That’s not fair.” Jess mumbled.

“Baby girl, he can hear your mind. He probably knows more than you want him too.” Mae laughed.

“She gotta point.” Ani giggled.

Mae’s phone went off and she looked at it. Corn maze ten minutes. Mae looked up at Jess. “Bring him with us. Bun bun has requested corn maze in ten minutes and if you don’t walk with little Lixie through the maze, she’ll cry.” Mae and Ani stood up, grabbing their helmets.

Mae grabbed Wooyoung’s hand and pulled him with her out the door. “Hope you two don’t have plans.” Ani giggled, slipping on her helmet and getting onto her bike.

Mae looked at Wooyoung and he smiled. “All yours doll face.” She smiled and put her helmet on and got on her bike, turning to look at him. He climbed onto the back.

Jess and San climbed onto her bike and off they went. They pulled up to the festival and Mae smiled as the saw the group. She got off her bike and put her helmet on the handle. “By the way, I’m Wooyoung.” He smiled.

“Mae.” She smiled back at him, kissing his cheek and walking to the group. Ani lacing her fingers together with Mae. Jess had pulled San over to the group and everyone froze.

“Hot damn. Who are they?” Cassi asked.

“This is San.” Jess smiled. “He’s the one I’ve been hearing in my head the last few days.”

“This is Wooyoung.” Mae smiled.

“He said the thing.” Ani told Cassi.

“How’d it go?” She asked. Wooyoung sneakered behind Mae.

“She had cream cheese on the side of her mouth. So I wipe it off.” He shrugged. “Then told her to fuck me then.” He smirked.

Mae sucked in her breath again and watched Caden walk over. “Momma.” He smiled.

“Hey baby boy.” Mae smiled at him.

He looked at San and pouted. “Fuck, you’re tall.” And then he turned to Wooyoung. “I hope you’re strong enough to manhandle her.” He nodded at Mae. And there was the embarrassment she knew was gonna happen.

“Manhandle, huh?” Wooyoung put his arm around Mae’s shoulders.

“I’d hope he was strong enough. He’s the Grim Reaper.” Ani laughed.

“Wait, no way.” Kayla said looking at him.

“Do the eye thingy!” Ani told him.

“She’s not gonna let it go.” Mae laughed and he turned to Kayla and tilted his head, eyes turning black and looking through her soul. Kayla shivered.

“So San is?” Caden asks.

“Hell hound.” Jess smiled brightly.

“Puppy!” Caden smiled.

“Can we corn maze now?” Des asked.

“Yes! Let’s go.” Mae said and started pushing everyone into the maze.

Soon everyone was walking through the maze. “Isn’t this supposed to be scary?” Caden asked. Not even two seconds later, someone jumped out of the bushes, making everyone but Cassi scream. Cassi swung instead, punching the guy in the face.

“Fuck.” The guy groaned as he held his cheek.

“Deserved.” Mae rolled her eyes and then touched Cassi’s arm. She turned and looked at Mae, eyes darting around.

“Your hair.” She whispered to Mae.

“What about my hair?” Mae asked Cassi.

“It’s a color.” Mae blinked and looked at her hair and then back to Cassi.

“You can see color?” Mae asked. “It’s purple.”

“Yeah.” She whispered. Mae looked at the guy holding his cheek who was wide eyes and looking at everything. “Holy shit. I punched my soulmate in the face.”

Mae laughed. “I’m sorry.” She giggled out. “He deserved it though.”

“That’s Hongjoong.” San nodded to the guy. “He’s the king of hell.”

“Holy shit. This got even better.” Mae laughed again.

“I’m so sorry.” She muttered. He shook his head.

“Should have been more careful.” He smiled. “Hongjoong.” He held out his hand. She took it and he kissed her knuckles where she hit him.

“I’m Cassi.” She blushed.

“We’re gonna keep going.” Kayla giggled and pulled Bun bun and Caden along with her. Mae giggled and waved, running to catch up with them.

Cassi looked at him and smiled. “How long have you not seen color?” She asked quietly.

“A while. I’ve never technically seen color.” He chuckled.

“You didn’t think you had a soulmate, did you?” She tilted her head.

“I didn’t. I thought it was a joke. I’ve been around for a long time. I run hell for a living. Soulmates we’re kinda the last thing on my list.” He chuckled. “But Imma change that.” Case blushed.

“I promise not to get in the way.” She said.

“No. Get in the way. Get all up in the way. I found you. I’m not letting you leave.” Hongjoong smiled. “Not this time, not ever.” She blushed and nodded.

“Alright. I’ll be a bother.” She giggled.

“Good.” He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead. “Wanna go meet up with your friends?”

Cassi shook her head. “I’ve waited a while for you too. Please just kiss me.” He smiled and nodded, pressing his lips to her. She smiled into it and wrapped her arms around his neck. Chills ran through her whole body but fire filled her veins. She felt home.

They all ended up at the end of the corn maze and started talking plans for the next few days. “I’ll see y’all later.” Mae waved to Kayla and Bun bun.

“Music store. Tomorrow. Don’t be late.” Caden told Mae as he looked Wooyoung up and down. “I mean it. I will come drag you out of bed.”

“Yeah yeah. I know. I’ll meet you at the music store in the morning.” Mae sighed, watching him walk away.

“So what are we doing mommy?” Ani asked Mae.

“We can go find food. I’m starving.” Mae told Ani. Ani nodded and sat on Mae’s bike backwards while they waited for San and Jess to stop talking. “Hey love birds. We’re gonna find food. You in or?” Mae asked. Jess looked towards them and nodded.

“I’m down.” Jess smiled and turned back to San, who pressed his lips to hers before she could walk away. She felt like she was on fire. Everything was hot, spicy. She tingled, like she was vibrating almost. She felt alive.

“Yeah count her out. Come on pup. Let’s go get food.” Mae laughed. Ani turned on the bike to face the handles and Mae looked at Wooyoung. “Phone?” He nodded and headed his phone to her. She typed in her number and save it as Mae. “Text me or call. I’ll answer.” She smiled softly. Ani slid her helmet on.

Before Mae could get on her bike, Wooyoung pulled her close by the back of her neck and smiled as he pressed his lips to hers. Sparks flowed through her body, lighting her whole body up. She felt like her soul lit up. She pulled away and took a deep breath. “I’ll call you.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” She smiled and put her helmet on and climbed in front of Ani. She started up the bike and off she drove.

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local-fanfic-addict · 2 years

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The Sea is Always Right

Elendil x Fem!Reader

Beauty and the Beast AU

Notes: Romance, No Songs, Themes of Manipulation, Unwanted Romantic Advances, Loose Plot, Themes of Prejudice, and Heavy Canon Divergence (Canon? Who’s she?) Seriously, there's like… no RoP canon here. It’s almost all freeform. (It’s so I can add in references.)

{Chapter One}

It was a crisp and clear morning in a tiny seaside village on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Numenor, where the sea never slept, the small and cozy waves always lapping at the edges of the docks they had built as people came and went throughout the day doing their busywork and running their shops.

It was a particularly crowded day at the market, where stalls and shops lined either side of the main road through the town. The sound of chattering and the ruckus of footsteps filled the air, along with the occasional horse passing through; not to mention the whispers of your own name that came not so quietly from the lips of some of the nosier townsfolk, though now that you noticed it, it seemed like all of the townsfolk were in on the rumors surrounding you.

Numenor had a great dislike for Elves ever since the rumor that an Elf had taken their King started to surface many years ago, and that spread like a tidal wave throughout the villages and smaller towns that lived within the Kingdom. Soon everyone believed that the Elves had something to do with their missing King, and though they couldn’t stop the Elves from living in Numenor, they shunned the race and did everything they could to make sure they were as unliked as possible.

It was a cruel thing for them to do without grounds, of course, but you really couldn’t care less, for you believed yourself to be completely in the right about your decisions to support the Elves.

A smug smile spread across your lips as you entered the bookstore, one of your favorite places to be anytime you didn’t have chores to do. The smell of leather and paper immediately hit your nose, the tall shelves stacked with scrolls and expertly bound books on all sorts of topics. You inhaled deeply, feeling at home within the maze of shelves as the owner of the shop caught your eye and smiled softly at you.

“Mae govannen, Arondir! I hope the morning has been pleasant to you so far.” You greeted the Sindarian Elf with a respectful nod of the head, pulling out the small, red leather book you had stashed away in your satchel.

“Apart from a few curious passersby, all has been quiet. It’s good to see you, (Y/N).” He greeted, his voice the same quiet tone it had always been. Pleasant, and befitting him. You held the book out to him and he took it with gentle hands, setting it on a pile of books waiting to be put on their proper shelves.

“I came to return the book you lent me.”

The Elf smiled, he was always grateful for your patronage as almost no other human ever came into his shop in this town simply because of his ears. But you had always been able to see past that, and so his shop was now like your second home at times. Arondir had his reservations about you at first, but over the years, you two had grown to be friends, even exchanging gifts on special occasions. He had been particularly fond of the cloak you had given him one year, with a wooden clasp that spoke to his Elven heritage, it was a gift he would treasure forever.

Likewise, he had gifted you a small bottle of healing tonic, one imbued with the Elven healing properties that other parts of the world whispered were unparalleled in their abilities. You were human, and thus susceptible to injury, so his gift seemed both caring and practical, exactly what you had come to expect from an Elf like Arondir, though maybe not in such an expensive and personal fashion. Not that you were complaining. The gesture had strengthened your bond as friends.

“Finished it already?” He spoke your name with a raise of his brow.

“Oh yes, it was just too lovely to put down! You know I enjoy stories of far off lands and adventure!”

“But you were just here three days ago.”

“I know, but can you blame me?”

“I suppose not… Perhaps you have also come to borrow another then?” Arondir’s voice was laced with a teasing tone, knowing you all too well in the years you had both lived in the town.

“Perhaps…” You couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your face, immediately making your way to one of the shelves that reached the height of the building in the back, climbing the ladder to one of the taller sections of books.

“I apologize, but I haven’t gotten anything new in a few weeks. It’s becoming more of a hassle to trade with the merchants here, the Sea Guard seems to be tightening their grip around the Elves…” You could hear the hint of disdain in his voice, completely warranted.

“Well… That’s the wonder of books Arondir, you can read them over and over again and never get tired of them.” You tried to not feed more into the topic of the Sea Guard, your eyes wandering over the shelves looking for that one particular book.

It took you all of half a second before your hand rested on the spine of one of the more worn books, lifting it from its perch and making your way down the ladder before you placed it in his hands.

“I’ll just borrow this one!”

“That was the book you took from me five days before this one.” Arondir chuckled, picking up the red leather book you had given him minutes ago. “Plus you’ve read it so many times before, do you never tire of it?”

“No, never. It is my favorite book here.” You had fond memories of this book, it being the first one you ever borrowed from Arondir.

There was a few seconds of silence where Arondir seemed to have been thinking something over, before he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Well, if you like it so much, then you may keep it. As a gift.” He gave your shoulder a pat before returning to his desk to grab the pile of misplaced books, you hot on his heels behind him.

“Arondir, I couldn't possibly-“

“I insist. You’ve done far too much for me in the years I’ve known you, (Y/N). You’re a kindhearted woman, and I know many of my kin also appreciate when you visit them as well. I’ve heard them say as much.” He knows how the human townsfolk see you, and so his compliment was not one idly placed. You needed someone to remind you every now and then that you were appreciated.

“Sometimes I think you were sent for a reason with how much you have helped the Elves staying in Numenor since you first sailed here. What is that saying the Numenorians have? “The sea is always right?” He chuckles. “I believe they might be onto something in your case.”

With a smile, you bid Arondir goodbye and set off into the bustling market, nose in your borrowed, now owned, book. You had always liked this story, the one about the Human who fell in love with an Elf and how they devoted everything to each other. You had always found it so romantic, despite what everyone around you said. Who’s to say an Elf couldn’t love a Human? They’re both just people, living in the same world and breathing the same air.

You mainly read it for the romance, finding something so endearing about someone giving up everything for you, even eternal life… You sighed dreamily.

If only something like that could happen to you.

The back of your book suddenly hit something hard and shoved the pages into your face. You had walked into-

“Hello (Y/N), what have you got there?”

You could feel your face go a bit red with embarrassment from within the pages of the book as you withdrew from the proximity of the man you had run into, clearing your throat and regaining your composure as you looked up to meet him.

“A book, Halbrand. You know that one I was telling you about a few days ago?” There was a bit more venom in your voice than you cared to admit, but he deserved it in your eyes, practically having your father, Celebrimbor, wrapped around his charming finger. Enthralled by the swordsmith's knowledge and dexterity around his inventions. Were you jealous? Maybe, but there was just something that struck you as strange about the man, having shown up out of the blue a few years ago and suddenly he was a staple of the town.

Perhaps you could see why your father was working with Halbrand, from some odd perspective. He was knowledgeable, you would give him that, but you would never understand why he let Halbrands grubby minion follow along… You had heard the man's name a few times. Waldreg, an older human who seemed to be more wrapped around Halbrands finger than your father was, if that was even possible. Waldreg always cowered, like some lesser specimen while in the presence of Halbrand, and it was always awkward and pathetic to watch.

You didn’t know why Halbrand and Waldreg were aiming to get so close to your father in particular, but you didn’t like it. There were too many reasons, few of them good ones that you could think of. You had tried to see Halbrand in a better light, if only for your father's sake, but it was hard when he sometimes made you feel uncomfortable for no particular reason. Yet you cared too much for your father's wellbeing, for while the noble Elf might not have been your father by birth, he had cared for you long enough that there was no difference to you. He was a wonderful father, supportive and enthusiastic about your hobbies, just as you were about his. That’s the only reason you really tolerated Halbrand, because it made your father happy.

Halbrand laughed at your comment, an unassuming and charming laugh, and you sighed.

“Of course, the one with the Human and the Elven maiden! How could I forget? You know, half of the books in that library came from me, I’m glad I know your favorite one out of the lot.” There was a glint in his eye as he smiled at you, a wide smile that you were sure was meant to be charming. It kind of was, but you just had far too many preconceived notions about Halbrand to find it genuinely charming.

“You’re a smart girl with all the books and scrolls you read, despite what the townsfolk say. Would you want to take a break though? And have a drink with me? Take a break from all that reading, hm?” He wrapped his arm quickly and firmly around your shoulder, leading you towards the tavern that he frequented with his gaggle of men he sometimes went hunting with. Oh, the good times where he went off hunting for a few days and left you with blessed silence. He was quite the chatterbox.

“No- No Halbrand, I’m quite alright. Reading isn’t some chore for me, and I must return to my father.” It was a struggle escaping from his grasp, as he seemed intent on ignoring your wishes and dragging you along anyways, but after a bit more wiggling and straining, you wormed your way free and made a safe few feet of space between the two of you, Waldreg snickering behind you.

“You mean the knife-eared inventor who can’t even make a proper relic without the help of my Lord Halbrand?” He let out a wicked laugh, slapping his hand on his knee like he had made the most amusing quip of his life.

“How dare you call my father that!” You could feel your face heat up at the insult, almost tempted to hit him across the face with your book before Halbrand beat you to it, hitting Waldreg upside the head with the back of his hand.

The smaller man whimpered, groveling immediately before Halbrand. It made you pity him in the most uncaring way imaginable. It was like watching a rat, or something lower… How could someone value themselves so little?

“Do not speak such words again.” Halbrand spoke rather calmly, enough to make you question, if only for a second, your preconceived notions. Maybe it was just because it was said in front of you, but had you been less suspicious of Halbrand, you might have thought he cared as much for the elves as you did.

“I apologize for him. I won’t keep you any longer, (Y/N). Give your father my well wishes.” His goodbye was curt, and he seemed to be speaking through his teeth almost. It had you wanting to leave even more, you had never felt more awkward.

With a final glower towards Waldreg, and a suspicious look at Halbrand, you turned on your heel without so much as a goodbye, and made your way down the road towards home, following the sea and the sunset as it led you back to the house you had lived so long in, a cozy cottage that lie nestled behind the tree line that gave way to the smooth sands of the beaches and ocean beyond it. There was light to be seen in the window, sparking like a forge as smoke rose from the wide chimney, Celebrimbor working tirelessly on his newest project.

You opened the door into your house and was greeted by your father pacing in front of his forge, coals smoldering within its fiery depths. He held something in his hands, a black sword hilt, its blade broken, a strange sigil on the cross guard.

“I don’t know why you keep that thing around, you can’t melt it down, and we do not know if its blade can be remade.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, hopeful that he would set the weapon aside. It was his newest fixation, and you didn’t even know where he had found it!

“There’s something special about this hilt though, I can feel it. Why else would it be so stubborn to attempts at tampering with it?”

“Special? Strange maybe, but not special. Surely you have other things to do besides stare at that old hilt for hours on end? You haven’t been doing that the entire time I’ve been gone, have you?” You teased him, setting aside your new book on the shelf and hanging your satchel out of sight.

“You would find that amusing, wouldn’t you, (Y/N)?” The Elf’s voice returned your own tone, setting the blade down he went to stoke the coals in the forge.

“I was hoping to start heating the hilts metal tomorrow, but I fear I do not possess enough of the right material if it does indeed prove that that blade can be fixed. I am planning a journey to visit the Dwarves in hopes that they will resupply me.” He said little else on the subject, and that always left you with little light into his projects, so you resigned to just support him from afar by running extra errands and doing a bit more housework.

There were days where he would come to an impasse in his work, and so Halbrand would step in and use his knowledge to undo the situation, setting everything on track again. You hoped that with your father leaving for Khazad-dûm, Halbrand would have no reason to visit, but you knew that was wishful thinking…

There was a feeling of worry that crept into your head, but you had to trust that all would be well on your father's trip, so you saddled Berek, prepared Celebrimbor some rations for his trek, and sent him off on his journey with a heartfelt farewell, watching him and your beloved horse fade into the distance.

#elendil #elendil x reader #elendil/reader #lotr rop #imagine #the rings of power x reader #rings of power #fanfiction #x reader #BWCfic #beauty and the beast au #the sea is always right

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morathicain · 10 months

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Phon’s touch was a familiar one, a safe one, despite still making her heart race, making her wonder sometimes, in secret, how she deserved this man, his support and love as big as an ocean, forever steady and strong.

Mae still remembered the first time he’d taken her hand, even if she’d lost count of their touches after that. As kids he’d seen her getting bullied by some children and he’d jumped between them, already smaller than her back then, fierce and without a fear. And afterwards, after the fight she’d watched with wide eyes and her troubled heart on her sleeve, he’d offered his hand with a smile and a promise. Little had she known back then, where life would lead them, what they’d become to each other. But she’d known already, that he’d get stuck to her soul, no matter where their paths would lead them.

Since then, Phon had taken her hand often. At first innocently, casually but each time a wonder to Mae, a glimmering hope. It became the daily part of her life, something to look forward to, something that changed, slowly, to a different one, a yearning one. Mae didn’t try to set her hopes up but then it came, the day Phon held on, held her hand with a new, with a different purpose, his smile lopsided and his fingers trembling.

And Mae realised: she wasn’t alone in this.

Phon became her partner, her equal, her support and her love, by her side whether she was strong or weak, whether she cried or laughed. His touch was a grounding one, the butterflies in her chest forever rising.

Ter’s touch was a surprise. A long awaited one. And Mae hadn’t even realised it.

There was something very hesitant to it, unsure if he was allowed and it reminded Mae of herself, back at her beginning with Phon. To not know if one was welcome and to stop, even if only for a second, before reaching out.

She’d only asked for his touch because she’d been so lonely. Because she missed Phon and felt lost in this cruel world, her only companion a man who never smiled. But when he’d lied down next to her, his back touching hers, his heat seeping into the mattress and her skin, she’d felt weirdly at home. A fragile home maybe, a temporary one, but it was the rock in the storm she’d been searching for. And so she reached our further, she reached out further and with a purpose, just to reassure herself, just to settle down.

They were partners but they were not equals and still ... still! Mae watched Ter smile for the first time, after all the scolding she’d done, after all the conditions she’d uttered. And he stayed. He stayed and came back each time, taking whatever she had to say, however honest and brutal she had to be. But she couldn’t stay silent, couldn’t just hope this time. Mae was reaching out and Ter didn’t even flinch anymore, just let her take and take and take ...

Ter’s touch was a surprisingly soft one, his fingers curling around Mae’s hesitant but with a purpose, a question, a promise. And as Mae’s fingers tightened around his, her mind in a fuzzy maze, she felt at peace.

“P’Mae ...”

Her name, softly spoken by wondering lips, felt like honey to her soul and with a shuddering breath, Mae held on, determined to never let go.

There was a new love in Ter’s touch and Mae was eager to lose count once more.

#3 will be free #3wbf #3wbf rewatch #TerMaePhon #sorry not sorry #went through my screenshots and found those and had to do this #let's all imagine Mae woke up to a very alive and happy Ter #and they lives happily ever after #<3 #3wbf drabbles

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@meatriarch said: [ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender attempts to stab the receiver. ( mama luda, does lee have the heart to hurt a poor older woman? 😞 ) + [ 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐢𝐫 ] : sender is holding the receiver by the throat. ( thomas ((: )

it's obvious, by the way he nearly stumbles straight into her kitchen knife, that he doesn't expect to see mrs. hewitt — although he was certainly standing in her house, suddenly. hadn't paid enough attention to know where he was in the tunnels — just ripped a shard of rib from a carcass, and sprung for the first set of stairs he came across. anything — fucking anything to get out of that rot-smelling basement.

❝ mrs. hewitt — ❞ comes the beginning of an instinctive, startled apology.

she must have heard him come up in a stumbling hurry. must have heard the metal door thrown on its hinges. hands comes up instinctively, to shield from the wicked edge. instead, it catches across his palm, spatters new red on the peeling wallpaper.

leland hisses, clutching injured palm. shoots a wild look around him — trying to mentally re-orient. prolonged time in the tunnels had a way of making you lose your fucking mind.

' you stay right where you are, son. where's johnny? '

leland blinks; johnny was probably already looking for him. mind reels with the very real possibility that this was another test of some kind. wouldn't be a big shock, anymore.

leland doesn't dare answer her — her look of consternation and grandmotherly disappointment was piercing enough. her knife points outward, a warning, and he skitters back slightly. run — just fucking run, you have a chance just take it just run — she's just like all the rest of them. she'd kill you, all of them would kill you, they're fucking crazy —

— she's all that stands in his way between an open back door. he can feel a touch of night air. it was that close.

he could get by her. he could get free.

— but he freezes. has the truly stupid, guilty thought that she could be one of his aunts, or a grandmother. that he'd never hit a woman before, let alone an elderly one, and — she was kind to you, wasn't she? one of the only people here that was. the first face you saw waking up, after you fell down half-dead in that sunflower field at johnny's feet. patched you up after he was finished with you — as per johnny's request, he understood.

but it still mattered, to him.

even if he still didn't understand why. ( why are they doing this to you? )

his eyes flutter a dizzied blink, the walls of the front hall threaten to close in on his sides. threaten to warp and bend like a funhouse maze. floorboards give a low, tell-tale crr-reak. he can hear heavy, recognizable steps. then, an equally recognizable monstrous silhouette, stepping into the kitchen light behind the hewitt matriarch.

breath freezes. the big guy. now you're fucked.

he think he whispers a curse; harsh, fireworks adrenaline overtakes exhaustion, and leland staggers in a backtrack, away from luda mae and into the hallway.

straight into charlie hewitt's chest.

leland whirls around, having to think fast. having to immediately wrestle for the shotgun in the sheriff's hands. who laughs in his face, with fake, sinister cheer;

' well, look who it is — '

leland growls, slams the sheriff into the wall with force. operates on instinct, on some animal baseline of survive, survive, fucking kill him if you have to — he pins the man by his unrelenting grip on the shotgun. reels free fist back, nails the man in his ugly scowl so hard it reverberates back through the bones of his wrist. makes the sick bastard bleed, and that's satisfying, but —

click, bang. the shotgun goes off. feels like it shakes the hallway. his right ear blasts with everything and then nothing but a ringing white noise. dust from the ceiling lands in his hair, his eyes. he can hardly take inventory of himself — if he's been fucking shot — before the the side of the sheriff's shotgun cracks him across the cheek, spins his vision out.

hits the ground before the world can stop spotting and bleeding together.

boot slams firmly between his shoulder blades, shoves him down to the floor with a grunt. and before he can move to throw him off, he feels the barrel of the weapon nudge the back of his head, press his stinging cheek into the floorboards a little harder. reddened eye rolls up under his mussed, sweat-stuck hair. he scowls at sheriff hoyt — charlie hewitt — around bloodied teeth. but he goes still.

at least he hasn't been shot. yet.

' ain't you supposed to be tough? '

crackling, mocking laughter, and the man removes boot from leland's back — only to deliver a swift kick to his side that knocks him flat before he can recover.

' — what's that, son? you wanna speak up? ' charlie leans down a little further. he takes notice of the injury to leland's hand — drops boot down hard there, instead, to pin it in place. leland's back jolts against the floor with a cry. he groans with crunched expression, gives a sputtering cough around his bloody nose. still blinking back colour and shape while the man talks to hear himself talk, crouches downway too close. so close he can smell the man's whiskey-stinking breath wafting down on his cheek. he can feel the shotgun muzzle move, while charlie idly decides what part of him to threaten with it next.

leland's breath quickens, rabbit-fast, hearing the weapon adjust. a million horrifying images pass through his mind at once. every sound is muffled, or painfully-clear. no in-between. distantly, he thinks he can hear luda mae hollering something about ' don't you fire that thing in this house, charles hewitt. '

jesus christ. this fucking family.

( come on, you're not dying like this. )

fingers curl tighter around the scrap of ribcage he hides under his opposite palm.

❝ hey. asshole, ❞ he growls. dark eyes turn down to him for just a moment — and leland promptly spits a mouthful of blood up into the man's face. sheriff snarls a string of curses. with free hand, white-knuckle grip plunges bone shard into charlie hewitt's ankle. this time, the man jolts back with nothing short of a howl — weapon twists in the muscle, and rips free with a spatter across leland's cheek. he doesn't think much, then — uses the moment to scrabble out from under the man. he forces himself up to his feet, staggering to drag himself along the wall. back to the kitchen, chased straight back into luda mae.

square one. the door, the night air. can't get to the front of the house. can't run into that shotgun again. can't go back to the basement —

down the hall, it rings out again; the sound of the man he hated — truly fucking hated, who's shouting something to the effect of ' goddamnit tommy — '

worse, maybe; the crr-eaak-thud across the floorboards. it makes his blood run fucking cold.

— just get by her. just run. you have to just run. the bloodied piece of ribcage in his hand feels unwieldy, suddenly. suddenly he feels like he's done something wrong. hadn't she helped you? wasn't she the only one that had been kind —

it's all too much noise. his head hurts — you can't. you can't do it. not to mrs. hewitt.

❝ wait, please, ❞ breathless rasp; his hands come up halfway in a surrendering motion, eyes wide and sharp.

❝ — i don't … want to hurt you, mrs. hewitt, i — ❞

— just want to go home. you just want to go fucking home.

but there's no point in saying it. not one of them cared.

— it's just that you care. you care that this old woman doesn't get hurt in the middle of all this — and you're going to get killed for it. he can hear the big motherfucker coming up at his back. thomas hewitt. he had just threatened his mother, attacked the sheriff. pretty damning list, so far. he might as well be dead, actually.

leland can hear the low, rasping breath from behind the mask. breathing down his neck. he makes a show of dropping his makeshift weapon — but it's too late for good faith, as far as the monster in the mask was concerned. leland turns halfway, just to get a rough hand around his throat, all but tossing him, with little effort, into the nearest wall.

violent thud, quake of every bone in his body — a few picture frames are shuddered off their nails. new starry patterns blacken his vision for a half-second, but neither thomas, nor his own body are forgiving enough to let him fall into unconsciousness so easily. the heavy hand around his throat is dragging him up the kitchen wallpaper, harsh, and reopening cuts in his back. pained gasp — but no real coherent sound making it past the bruising chokehold.

eyes pinprick wide, helpless, when he stares at luda mae over her son's shoulder, as he seems to take immense satisfaction in crushing the the life out of him. heels try, fail, to catch purchase on the wall, fingernails clawing at thomas' arm — felt like the only sound, besides his strangled gasps for air. consciousness slips; and eyes draw up toward the ceiling, blink full of saltwater. the pressure in his skull, behind his eyes, feels impossible. and just as his world threatens to swoop dark and empty — a voice speaks again, distant, sounds underwater;

' — think the boy's had enough, thomas. '

a pause. sound of gruff assent in his un-ringing ear, and the pressure around his throat releases abruptly. thomas drops him without ceremony, and his body immediately crumbles like a ragdoll. painful shocks bounce up wrists and knees as he hits the wooden floorboards. every breath compresses into one tight ache in the center of his chest.

leland blinks, exhausted, hardly able to breathe, at the blood spots landing between his trembling hands. it always ended the same, didn't it?

( these people are all you have, don't you know that by now? )

… and maybe if you give up now, it won't be so bad. when johnny gets here.

he's not allowed much space at all by the brute, who makes sure to stand between him and his mother. but still, he scrabbles back like a cornered animal, eyes flicking between thomas hewitt, and the doorway, where he expected the sheriff to appear at any moment. he doesn't regret what he did to the sheriff.

❝ — i'm sorry, ❞ he gravels out, stinging lungs heaving, ❝ i wasn't … i wouldn't have … ❞ tries to string together another few incoherent apologies, before thomas roughly pulls him to his feet, iron grip closed around his arm. leland grits his teeth, pride long dead, and doesn't fight him. head bowed slightly, he stares at the floor — at his blood on the floor — hiding the burning look on his face.

quietly, softly, he draws stinging gaze to luda mae;

❝ … please just. take me back. i swear … i — i won't try anything. just … take me back down. ❞

#got rocked by the hewitt fam press f. this is how it feels when i run into the franchise in game #sorry i just wanted to see what i could get silly w in terms of violence/action prompts god bless #meatriarch #( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.#( ☆ ) ⸻ DUSK / verse.#hoyt jumpscare cw i fear #gun cw #blood cw #choking cw #me gesturing vaguely... idk like... early-ish dusk i feel... first time he really hesitates trying to save his own damn life #sorry that i possibly have a few dire drafts on hand for u...on the day of ur birthday

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storytimewithanonwriter · 2 years

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Songbird

Part 3

Single mom! reader x Peter

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Hello all! Soooooo, in part two, we had a slight cliffhanger. Peter opened the door to show his face bloodied and bruised…. This is what happened before that moment. I still have no idea how many parts I’m going to write. Also, I started a tag list, so let me know if you want to be added! - K

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, talk about pregnancy, hospitals, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

Peter’s day started like any typical weekend day. It was a Saturday, so you and Maisie slept in. With no need for the usual subway escort, Peter grabbed breakfast from the diner down the block. He had breakfast with you two and went on his way. Like every Saturday, he headed to May’s for the day to catch up and help out. Peter asked you to come for a while and bring Maisie, but you told him he needed family time.

“ Besides, I have a “ Super Saturday” rehearsal today. I have to block all of act 2 of Wizard of Oz. Maze and I have to leave in about 30 minutes. Even poor Maisie got roped in. She will be portraying the role of Toto.”

Peter face said everything. He was trying not to laugh. “ The dog? You cast Maisie as a … “ you cut him off.

“Stop! She will be adorable! And, it was not my idea! My assistant director said it as a joke to the kids. The kids when wild with the idea. Created a costume design, blocking ideas, and even made a presentation on why it was a good idea. I gave in.” You laughed.

Peter told you he would stop by when he got back around 10 pm since May works this evening. He was going to walk her to work. Peter had been spending almost all of his time off at your place. It was somewhat weird going somewhere without you and Maisie.

Peter made his way to May’s. He decided to swing of there as it was the quickest way. He landed a few blocks away from the house and began to walk.

“ Peter Benjamin Parker, why did you not bring that sweet young lady and her wonderful baby over with you? “ May open the door as Peter walked up the steps.

Laughing because he knew this is how May would greet him, “Well, May, I tried. She had rehearsal at her school for the musical. Her students convinced her to let Maze play Toto.” Peter hugged his aunt as he entered.

“ Adorable! We will have to see it !! Mae as Toto. A star!” She smiled

“ you know you are the only one who calls Maisie, Mae? Right?” Peter laughed at May’s nickname for Maze.

“Well, it's a good name. And … I’m hoping I get to see a lot more of her and her mom. So, perhaps the nickname will catch on.”

She laughed before saying with a smile.

“Peter, I haven’t seen you this happy in years .”

“ They are pretty great. I’m so glad

y/n is my friend.” Peter replied as he smile dropped from her face.

May just shook her head at him.

Peter knew what May was thinking. And honestly, she was right. He was being stupid not to pursue something with Y/n. But, he could keep you safer this way.

Peter spent the rest of the day at May’s. He helped her around the house. He fused that she didn’t call him when he found out the dishwasher broke on Tuesday. She said she didn't want to bother him. “ You never bother me, Aunt May. I'm supposed to help around the house.” He smiled. Peter fixed the problem in two minutes. They spent their Saturday like any typical Saturday laughing and smiling. Before too long, it was time for Aunt May to head to work at the hospital. So they were off, leaving Peter’s childhood home. Peter could tell May wanted to say something the entire walk. Finally, he stopped “ May, say it. You have wanted to say something since we left the house.”

May took a deep breath “ Peter, my boy, I know that the idea of moving on is hard. But…Gwen would have wanted you to be happy. She would not have wanted you to spend the rest of your life sad and alone….Listen! I know! I didn’t move on after Ben, but Peter, I am old, and I have lived my great love story.”Peter started to say something, but May stopped him. “ Peter, I see the way you look at each other. It reminds me of Ben and me. Your life is just beginning; you can have more than one great love. “

And with a kiss on his cheek, May was off, leaving Peter with his thoughts.

Looking down at his phone, he saw a few texts from you.

My Bird 🎶

You should see the costume the kids made for Maisie🥰

My Bird 🎶

Tell May we said Hello!

( a picture of you and Maisie. Maisie was in the cutest little Toto costume. She was smiling big and so were you )

My Bird 🎶

So….I will not be home when I thought. The high school drama department is full of… wait for it…DRAMA. It’s going to be a late-night! Text you when we get home😊

Peter smiled at the text and sent a quick the back

To My Bird 🎶

Just let me know! I can always do a tissue run if need be!

With this, Peter decided to start his patrol early today.

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It was a typical patrol. Nothing exciting, a cat in a tree, a kid stuck in a fence, and two robberies. He figured by now you were home. He had some of May’s banana bread she sent for you; she sent a special loaf just for Maisie with chocolate chips. It was too late to do anything, really, so he planned to drop it by and say good night. He was about to head home when the portal appeared. Peter wasn’t going to step through, but he heard the teenagers on the other side shouting his name. Not for Spider-Man, no. For Peter. He made his way through the portal, and now he is here. In a new universe, creating cures for villains, some new and some he fought before, alongside two different versions of himself.

Watching the youngest Peter and his MJ, He missed having someone. He thought back to what May said earlier. You were his best friend, and to keep you safe, it had to stay that way as much as it hurt.

The oldest Peter (Peter 2) noticed your Peter ( Peter 3) and his reaction to young Peter and MJ. “You have someone?” He asked Your Peter.

Shaking his head, “ No, not really. I haven’t got time for Peter Parker stuff.” That's not entirely true, he thought. As he thought about it more, he decided to open up to the other version of himself. “I mean … well … uh..there’s this woman … y/n… she.. uhh .. lives in my building. She is great. I call her my songbird. She is always singing, laughing, and smiling. She has become my best friend. I .. and … uh …. She has a daughter named Maisie. She is amazing. She turns two next month. So smart! Baby bird already has so many words. One of the things she can’t get is my name, so she yells “ P” at me all the time. “ Peter laughed. “Maisie is a ball of sunshine just like her mom. I wish I had my phone on me. I would show you them.“ Peter smiled. He missed you and Maze very much.“ So, I guess it’s complicated. I like her and love spending time with her and Maisie, but… “ gesturing to himself in his suit, “Spider-Man… I just … with what happened to Gwen. … I don’t know what I would do… May was talking to me earlier about it is ok to move on…. But… I don’t want to put them in danger. I can not and will not put them in danger” Peter One went to say something but stopped and nodded. Peter was too busy thinking about you. He loved being with you and Maisie, and he could see himself spending his life with you. But he meant what he said. Spider-Man made it too complicated. He had to keep you safe.

Finally coming out of his thoughts, Peter asked the older version of himself, “ what about you?”

“it's complicated “ Peter two smiled, thinking of his family at home.

“ I guess it's not in the cards for guys like us” a slight frown appeared.

“ I wouldn’t give up. It’s complicated , but me and MJ make it work. My MJ. It gets a little confusing around here.”Peter 2 smiled.

Peter ( your Peter ) shook his head to agree . He smiled at the idea . Maybe, just maybe, if another peter in another universe could have a relationship and a family, he could too.

All three Peters finished their work and got ready for the battle to ensue. Peter watched the youngest as he kissed his love before heading into battle. He was smiling at the young love. He hoped one day he could figure out a way to have a love of his own again. Part of him knew he was holding back because he wanted to keep you and Maisie safe. But, May was right. The idea of moving on is complex. He didn’t think he had the right to move on. What happened to Gwen was his fault. He didn’t get to be happy after that. He didn’t get to go on living the life he once dreamed would be by her side without her.

The battle was brutal. Mentally and physically. Having to learn to work together as a team, the Peters fought their hardest. Finally finding time to catch his breath, Peter( your Pete)thought the battle was over when he heard the explosion. Everything happens so fast. MJ was falling. Peter watched as the youngest Peter reached for her and was pushed away by the Green Goblin’s glider.

“NOOOOOO! “ Not thinking twice, Peter jumped to save MJ. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and quickly shot a web to help them land. Holding MJ, all he saw was his Gwen. He saw Gwen’s broken body in his arms so long ago. He couldn't save her. But this wasn’t Gwen. It was MJ. And he saved MJ.

Peter breathed out “ Are you ok?”

She shook her head yes “ Are you ok?”

“ Yeah, yeah, “ he shook his head yes.

Peter took a moment to compose himself. As soon as he heard MJ say she was ok, he knew he was ok. It was going to be ok. And just like that, a weight was lifting off of his shoulders. There was a moment right after they landed. It almost felt like Gwen was with Peter saying, “ You did it. It's ok. I'm always with you. It's ok, Peter, you can move on.” Peter closed his eyes and tried composing himself. Maybe, May was right, and you can have two great loves. He learned so much from his brothers. But, the most important lesson might be that it’s ok to have time for Peter Parker. Maybe, Peter One was right, he would give up on love just yet.

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At the end of the day, all three Peters were thanking and hugging each other.

“ Hey Peter 3, I meant what I said… don’t give up yet, ok? Your songbird sounds pretty great … don’t let her fly away. You can’t give up, life is complicated, but one day you will find your way. Who knows she could be who you are looking for?”

“ Yeah, maybe,” smiling. He didn’t believe it. Everything in the Peters’ lives was very similar. Both Peters, we're in love with an MJ. No one had a y/n …

It was like Peter One could read his mind “ You know our lives are very similar but not the exact. Don’t be hung up because she isn’t an “MJ.” I know I have MJ, and Peter One has an MJ. I also have a Ned, but my Ned isn’t my best friend. He is my doorman. Great guy, though ! “ Peter two laughed.

“ But, do you have a Y/n? “ Peter said without thinking. He was shocked he even asked.

“ Come to think of it, yeah, I do. She is our babysitter. I didn’t think of it before, because the kids call her Miss Honey, as the teacher in a book she read. What’s it called again? … I don’t know. Huh, what do you know?”

“ Wow…” was the only word peter could say; you existed in another universe. You were connected to another Peter.

“ Guys , I have to go see MJ and Ned . Before I go , I …. Uh … I just wanted to thank you for everything, “ the youngest Peter ran up.

“ it’s what we do, Peter, “ Peter Two spoke up. Your Peter was lost in his thoughts.

“ What’s up with him? “ Peter 1 question.

“ I think he is connecting dots . A question, do you have a y/n in this universe ?” Your Peter’s ears perk up at the question.

“ Yeah! She is great. She is one of our best friends. Ummm. When the blip happened here, Y/n was the only one of us left… so uh …she uh… just graduated college. Mr.Stark helped her get into MIT. She moved back to the city and is working for him at Stark Industries now. They are all out of town on a business trip, or they would have been here.” Peter one raddled off.

Three Peters, three y/ns, three Mays, three Bens, two Neds, and Two MJs. Peter ( your peter) didn’t know what to think.

“You all have Y/ns…. “

“ I think he may be here a while… go Peter .” Peter Two hugged Peter One , and he ran off.

“ It’s time to go home .Peter , go see her. Tell her how you feel.” And with that Peter one vanished .

Your Peter threw up a quick peace sign and began to disappear home.

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Peter reappeared in his apartment back in his universe. This was when he discovered he was hurt. He tried walking around but was losing his balance quickly. He didn’t realize that he was injured in the other universe. He felt fine before he left. It could have possibly been agitated during his multiverse travel home. He took a few more steps and crashed into the side table in his living room, making everything topple to the floor.

“Shit. That was loud.”

It definitely would have woken up Maisie and you. Peter waited and listened. He didn’t hear crying. Ding. He made his way to his phone.

My Bird🎶

Peter, are you ok? I haven't heard from you in 3 days. And then I wake up to a crash. I have been worried; you said you would come over Saturday, and you never responded. It’s Tuesday, Peter. I don’t have May’s number or I would have called her.

Then his phone started to ring. A picture of you, maize, and he from the day at the zoo appeared on his phone. He sent it to voicemail. If he answers, he knows you hear the pain in his voice and you will want to FaceTime or come upstairs.

Three days. Peter had been gone that long? He was out on patrol one minute and then in another universe. He drops off the face of the universe ( well your universe)

He heard a knock. He froze .

“Peter?” Your voice rang through Peter’s apartment.

“ Shit, she can't see me like this,” thinking quickly, he climbed up to the ceiling; this way, you wouldn't hear him move about. He slowly made his way to his room. Carefully landing on his bed, he took off his suit and tucked it away.

A knock at the door again

“ Petey, it's me. I'm checking on you. I heard a crash, and I was worried. I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Can you let me know if you are ok? …. I called and texted, and you didn’t answer.

(Knock )

P? …

( knock )

Petey?…

Pete?…

(Knock)

Peter? …

( knock)

Fine! I'm waiting here until you open the damn door.” You Huffed

“Peter Parker, at least when you came and checked on me, I answered!”

Peter was slow-moving. He didn't realize how much pain he was in. He put on sweats. He was about to. Put on a t-shirt, but he saw the blood trickling from his side. “ well, this isn't great.”

He was decided to forgo the shirt. Peter made his way to the door; he slowly opened it to reveal his face.

“ Holy shit, Pete. What the hell happened?”

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Mal omg Minho is THE book boyfriend I feel like you’d do such a great job with him! He’s so protective and calming and like quietly sweet and just ugh </3

oh em gee wait you’re a maze runner girl too??? you just keep getting better and better mae I love u!!! no but you’re so correct, he is THE book bf I think I was born to love him. thank you I’m flattered that you think that babe!! I’m always scared to try characters with smaller fandoms / less content but I’d be sooo willing to try

mhm he is!!!! very very very protective (to the point where it’s a smidge overbearing) and like, he has a rough exterior but underneath he’s so sweet and sensitive to you and in tune with your feelings! quietly sweet is such a good way to describe him omg. you’re tempting me mae …… I might just cave …….

#I might just #if u have any more thoughts about him you are so welcome to chat to me about him in my inbox <333333 #you’re so lovely I love you mae #kisses you

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merseamermaids · 8 months

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Chapter 2 - Mersea Island

'Welcome to Mersea Island' read the sign that greeted the eager holiday goers, packed tightly into the bus that cruised over strood. Separating the little paradise from the rest of the country, that Mae Murray found so incredibly boring. She leaned her head gently to the window, pushing her tatty hair into her eyes. Peering through the strands she chased the birds that flew overhead, while the children seated behind her bashed together plastic spades and buckets as if to make the driver hurry faster.

The heat was a force as the doors swung open revealing the skyline of a truly english seaside. However Mae was not drawn to it, but rather the pavement that danced before her as she wandered down Seaview Avenue. It was the perfect day for the beach, and it was clear that people from every corner of Essex agreed. The seafront was a maze of pink, sunburnt bodies. Hats of vibrant colours bobbed across the shore. Mae adored the scent of the ocean, however on this particular day it was masked by the strong stench of sunscreen, and chips being served at the cafe that sat just before the sand. She weaved through the crowds, passing the rainbow of beach huts that stretched along the coast, collecting shells and stones along the way. The heels of her boots sinking into the sand with every step. The further she trekked, the crowds began to simmer down, as did her anxiety. She craved the peaceful bliss of the waves, the emptiness of the horizon. As she saw the perfect spot before her, she collapsed into the sand that gently caught her limp, exhausted body with a warm embrace. Burying her head into her knees, she began to weep, drowning in her own bitter tears.

Mae was an artist, she always had been. Since a young age she found her true expression in her imagination. Her rooms were filled with drawings of fantastical things, places she'd dream of, creatures she created. She danced around her grandparents living room, dressed as fairies and princesses. A little girl, who lived in her own head.

And now, she sat by the shore, defeated. This place was her new escape. Her only solace. She rested there for many hours, watching the people scurry past. She was fascinated by strangers, always wondering the innermost details of their lives. What their living rooms looked like, or what their plans were tomorrow. Perhaps it was that she knew she could never approach them, so instead she continued to make up little stories in her head. Making up her own world, to cope with the real one. Maybe the lady in the green hat has a flat with a grey sofa, maybe she'll have pasta for dinner. Maybe she has a dog, or a hamster. Maybe she is divorced, Mae wondered as the lady disappeared into the crowd of sunbathers.

Her thoughts abruptly halted at the sound buzzing in the sand beside her. It was her phone, flashing a reminder that her shift began in 2 minutes. Mae pulled herself together, coming back to the reality of her day, before sprinting across the sandy shore to the little cafe on the corner.

A sharp painful flash hit her eyes as she approached the pavement, seemly a reflection of the beaming sun, in what appeared to be a small, shiny object laying on the ground. Squinting, Mae reached forward to inspect, and dangled the object at her eyeline. She had picked up the most beautiful necklace. A dainty chain, embellished with tiny iridescent pearls. At the bottom, a pendant in the shape of a scallop shell, that reflected an array of pastel colours that glistened like pure magic.

Without thinking, Mae called out ahead of her.

"Ex... Excuse me!" She stuttered, realising what she had done. "Is.. is this yours?"

Looking up, Mae saw a swish of silver blonde hair turn towards her, revealing gentle ocean eyes and soft lips. The eyes grew with wonder, as the girl reached for her neck, realising it was bare.

"Yes, it is." She said, with such a calm delight.

Mae's eyes darted to the ground, as a sense of her usual panic about human interaction took over. She handed the necklace over to the girl, gazing at the bottom of the pale blue dress she was wearing. Suddenly, a warm, gentle touch reached her arm. Mae looked up, and their eyes met. The girl softly ran her fingers down towards Mae's elbow, ever so casually.

"Thank you," said the girl, with pure gratitude. "So much," she smiled.

Before Mae could even think of how to respond, the girl turned away, skipping ahead to her two friends. One with silky, dark hair, wore a similarly silky sage green dress. The other followed, with cosy brown waves that reached her bum. Mae tried to get a look of them before they disappeared into the crowd, but within a moment, they were gone.

'Seaview Beach Diner' read the sign above the door that Mae barged through.

"So sorry I'm late!" She apologised.

"As usual!" Replied a friendly, sarcastic voice from the kitchen.

It was a chaotic shift. The room echoed an array of childrens voices, laughing, crying. Angry parents, happy parents, exhausted parents. But all Mae could think about were those girls. Truthfully, she thought they were beautiful, beyond beautiful. It was hard for her to admit to herself that when their eyes met, the world stopped. It was like the ocean really was in those mysterious blue orbs, and in that moment, Mae was in her peaceful place. No chaos, no harm, just the familiar comfort of the rolling waves.

Sunset had fallen by the time her shift had ended, she stepped foot back onto the dusky beach front. The families and holiday goers had finally headed home. Tranquility had returned.

Mae burried herself down into the sand once more, and pulled a journal out of her worn out bag. As she opened the deep blue cover, the wind swiftly caught the pages, flicking through endless sketches the girl had created. She held a pencil between her fingertips, and with such care took the lead to the empty paper. For a moment, her mind was blank, unable to conjure anything from the depths of her imagination. Her deep brown eyes gazed out towards the water that now reflected a peeping moon, leading her thoughts back to the pretty face that had greeted her hours earlier. And without a thought, her pencil moved.

Soon all that remained was the beaming moonlight which glistened in the soft waves. Mae was now squinting at the page before her, in order to see her creation. Under her now blunt pencil was a glorious mer-creature. Delicate fins and shimmering scales swirled across the paper with gentle strokes and sketch lines.

A tiny smile creeped across her chapped lips as she carefully began to tear the drawing out of the book. Mae had lost her spark recently, as if her desire to create had been sucked right out of her. But today something was different, and by what felt like a miracle to her, she was once again inspired.

As the page broke away from the journal, the wind once again picked up, snatching the paper from her hand and carrying it away. Mae leapt forward, reaching out as the paper danced through the salty darkness. She soon found herself running ahead, desperate to catch her masterpiece as her breath echoed in her ears.

With a quick splash, a cold sensation trickled across her body from her toes. She was going in. Focused only on the paper, she had barely even noticed the depth she was reaching as she dragged herself through the force of the waves. The paper was but millimetres away from her grasp as she threw herself forward. Suddenly, the sand beneath her feet gave way, sending her plunging into the pitch black depths below. A cold weight dragged her down, sending her limbs in all directions. With a sharp thud, something smacked against her.

And then, nothing.

Chapter 3

#Mae and the Mersea mermaids #chapter 2 #Mersea mermaids #Mersea island #novel #author #writer #fiction #fantasy #fantasy novel #teen fiction #mermaids #mermaid

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koizumicchi · 6 months

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REASON (Midnight 6) English Translation

REASON Midnight 6

Music：DELARYOTA Lyric：DELARYOTA / そーま Illust：猫賀谷 Movie：john Mix : 八田雅彦

MV here

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T/N: Keep in mind that Japanese and English aren’t my first language. I never claim my translation (attempts) to be error-free. As always, if you’re going to use or reference my translations, please do not claim it as your own and credit me.

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長いようで短い人生の道のり映画のstoryの様には上手くいかない他人のHateなんざ気にしない小細工は要らない全ては己のskill次第

Nagai yō de mijikai jinsei no michinori Eiga no story no yō ni wa umakuikanai Tanin no hate nanza kinishinai Kozaiku wa iranai Subete wa onore no skill shidai

The journey through life seems lengthy but it is short It doesn’t go well like it does in the story of a movie Don’t mind other people’s hate and the like No need for cheap tricks Everything depends on your own skills

立ち止まったらそれまで勝つまで立てば負けないんじゃね？油売る前に証明したれゼロから作る俺らの成功例

Tachidomattara sore made Katsu made tateba Makenain ja ne? Abura uru mae ni shōmei shitare Zero kara tsukuru orera no seikō rei

Until the time we come to a stop, If we stand until we win We can’t lose, can we? Prove it before being lazy and talking about useless things Our success story made from scratch

現代の底が透けて見えるようで希望も期待もあざとく逃げて掴みかけた欠片も砕けて砂漠の中のオアシスが光る

Gendai no soko ga sukete mieru yō de Kibō mo kitai mo azatoku nigete Tsukami kaketa kakera mo kudakete Sabaku no naka no oasis ga hikaru

It is as if I can see through the bottom of the present times The hopes and expectations slyly run away The fragments I was about to get a hold of also shatter An oasis in the desert shines brightly　

Oh…

変えていけるか！？ Kaete ikeru ka!? Do you think we can change it!?

世界をこの手で Sekai o kono te de The world - with our own hands

時代を彩れ手を広げれば扉開いた　　未来映し出せ今を生きてるのは君なんだ　今を生きてるのは僕なんだ

Jidai o irodore Te o hirogereba tobira hiraita Mirai utsushi dase Ima o ikiteru no wa kimi nan da Ima o ikiteru no wa boku nan da

Bring color to the era The doors opened when we spread our hands Show us the future You are the one living in this present I am the one living in this present

ダラダラ御託並べてばっか真似事なんかしないで行けよトップバッター誰彼構わず土台にしてやり過ぎ位が丁度いいんじゃね？

Dara dara gotaku narabete bakka Manegoto nanka shinai de Ike yo toppu battā Darekare kamawazu dodai ni shite Yari sugi iga chōdo iin ja ne

Nothing but setting up lazy tedious talks Don’t do anything like pretenses Go, top batter It doesn’t matter who it is, use it as a foundation Isn’t it just right to overdo it?

BULLにhit 上げろrate 人生の迷路どストレート自分の武器を知る別に無駄でいい社会の波に流されるな逆に騙せlike a joker 俺は負けねぇ自分で決めた敢えて辿る茨の道

BULL ni hit agero rate Jinsei no meiro do sutorēto Jibun no buki o shiru Betsu ni muda de ī Shakai no nami ni nagasareru na Gyaku ni damase like a joker Ore wa make nee Jibun de kimeta Aete tadoru ibara no michi

Hit the BULL, raise the rate The maze of life is straight Know your own weapon It’s okay if it’s useless Don’t be swept away by the waves of society On the contrary, deceive like a joker I will not lose I decided on it myself - A thorny path that I dare to follow

絶対は存在しない答えもありゃしない誰の正解？反吐が出そうですくいかけた個性も消えかけ統制の時代が僕らを蝕む

Zettai wa sonzai shinai Kotae mo arya shinai Dare no seikai? Hedo ga de sō de Sukui kaketa kosei mo kiekake Tōsei no jidai ga bokura o mushibamu

‘Absolute’ does not exist An answer does not even exist Whose answer is correct? It’s unbearable The individuality I almost discovered is about to disappear The era of control eats us away

Oh…

変えていけるか！？ Kaete ikeru ka!? Do you think we can change it!?

世界をこの手で Sekai o kono te de The world - with our own hands　　　　

時代を彩れ手を広げれば扉開いた　　未来映し出せ今を生きてるのは君なんだ　今を生きてるのは僕なんだ

Jidai o irodore Te o hirogereba tobira hiraita Mirai utsushi dase Ima o ikiteru no wa kimi nan da Ima o ikiteru no wa boku nan da

Bring color to the era The doors opened when we spread our hands Show us the future You are the one living in this present I am the one living in this present

Oh…

時代を彩れ Jidai o irodore Bring color to this era

Oh…

世界をこの手で Sekai o kono te de And the world - with our own hands

#midnight 6 #utaite #reason #my tls

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