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wheels-of-despair · 1 year

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Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: You and Ralph have a heart-to-heart after the shopping incident. Words: 1.9k

Ralph was always nervous when you were late. He wondered if something bad happened to you on the way. Or if your mother had found out who you were really meeting. Or if you'd found someone better. Or that you'd simply decided he wasn't worth your time.

But when you stumbled in to your secret little place today, your eyes and nose were red. He jumped up immediately, gently grasped your arm, and escorted you the final few steps to the bench.

"Are you alright? What's happened?"

"It's nothing, Ralph." He was not convinced.

"It is very clearly something. What's upset you? Is there anything I can do?" You stare at the ground and nudge a twig with your shoe. Ralph desperately wants to press the issue, but with great effort, bites his tongue and opts to let you continue on your own time.

"Why do you meet me out here every day, Ralph?"

Your voice is so quiet when you finally speak, Ralph doesn't think he heard you right. "Pardon?"

You look up at him and ask, louder this time, "Why do you meet me out here every day?"

"Because I enjoy your company?"

You close your eyes and sigh. He panics. Was this the wrong answer? Are you going to leave him?

"Is that not the answer you were looking for? Tell me what you want to hear, and I will say it."

"Why, Ralph?"

"Because I adore you!" You shake your head and look away. He feels a sinking feeling in his gut. "Do you doubt that I adore you?"

"How could you, Ralph?"

How could he? What had he done? "If I've done something to displease you, please tell me what it is so I can apologize and correct my mistake."

You lean forward and place your head in your hands. Ralph racks his brain, trying to think of anything he's done that could have distressed you so.

"Please, tell me what I've done to upset you. Whatever it is, I'm sorry, and it will never happen again."

You sob. SOB. Ralph has made you sob. He launches himself to the ground, on his knees in front of you, prepared to beg for forgiveness. He places his hands on your knees, and you sit up out of shock.

"Ralph, what are you doing, you're going to get dirty down there."

"I don't care, please tell me what I've done, and let me atone for it."

"You haven't done anything, Ralph."

"Then tell me what's wrong!"

"This."

"This?"

"This, Ralph. This is what's wrong." Ralph has never been more lost in his life. "Look at you," you gesture, "and look at me." He follows your instructions, and still has no idea what you're talking about.

You heave a sigh and continue.

"In what world could this possibly work? You're bright, you're funny, you're handsome… you're perfect, Ralph. You're everything a girl should want. And I'm…" you gesture vaguely to yourself, "this. I'm plain, I'm boring. Hell, I'm one gray hair away from being officially declared a spinster. Why are we still pretending this could work?"

Ralph feels his heart break. It's happening again. This is the nicest rejection he's ever faced. Even in the final moments of your relationship, you're so kind that you make it sound almost as if you don't think you're good enough for him.

Wait.

Is that it?

"Do you not think you're…" He's not sure how to say it politely. If he's read this wrong, it will be the death of him. Possibly literally.

"I'm not good enough for you, Ralph." It's like you read his mind.

Ralph lets out a surprised laugh, and your eyes fill with tears. "No, no," he reaches forward and places his hands on yours. "I've been trying to convince myself that I'm good enough for you this whole time." You scoff. "Really," he continues, "you're the smartest person I know. And the kindest. And definitely the prettiest. I lie awake at night and worry that you'll meet someone more handsome, or less annoying, in the hours we're not together."

"You don't have to lie to me, Ralph."

"I'm not! I swear it, I'm not!"

"Ralph, you cannot honestly look at me and say I'm the prettiest person you know."

He makes a point to look deep into your eyes, and then he says firmly, "you are the prettiest person in the world." Because you're mine, he thinks. He still sees the doubt in your face, but he can't look away. You close your eyes, and another tear streaks down your cheek. He brings his hands to cup your face.

"Who's put these wicked thoughts into your head, darling?" Ralph Penbury is not a violent man, but he's prepared to fight whoever is responsible for this.

You turn your head and begin to shake. He comes closer to hold you and whisper soothing things in your ear until eventually, you begin to calm down. You take a shaky breath and look at him, then laugh. He's never met a more confusing person in his life.

"You should get off that cold ground and back up here before you catch your death. This is going to take a while." He smiles and joins you on the bench once more, sitting sideways and holding your hands in the middle as you begin telling your tale.

"And then I ran out, leaving all those clothes for the sales girl to put away. Poor Anna was so nice to me. I took up half her morning, and she didn't even get a commission out of me. I'll never be able to show my face there again."

"What shop was this?"

You tell him the name, picturing sweet Anna staring miserably at all the dresses she'd have to hang back up by herself.

"I cannot tell you how sorry I am about my sister."

"She's not your fault," you chuckle.

"I know," he says, "but she ought not say such things."

"She wasn't wrong," you say, picking at the fabric of your dress.

"She was."

You shoot him a look. He doesn't need to lie to you.

"You don't have to dress differently because of me."

"It wasn't… just because of you." He looks at you curiously, and your eyes return to the twig-covered ground. "I just…" You struggle with your words, wanting to explain that it wasn't for him, but because of him. Since Ralph had entered your life, everything felt different. YOU felt different. Like maybe you didn't want to be the boring girl who was just there, blending into the background, anymore. But how do you put something like that into words without sounding crazy? You sigh in resignation. "I just thought it was time to try something different."

"I quite like the way you look."

"Right," you said sarcastically. He tried, you'll give him credit for that.

"Really," he insists, "your fashion sense makes you look distinguished."

"Old-fashioned," you counter.

"Elegant," he offers.

"Antique."

"Dignified."

"Primitive."

"Appealing."

"Like a potato."

"Stop that!"

"Ralph, no one bats an eye when they see us together because they think, 'oh look at that kind young man, helping that dear old schoolmarm who's misplaced her glasses, what a gentleman!'"

"You're only a year older than me!"

You laugh. Your mood has improved greatly after your talk with Ralph, and you're only playing with him. However, he hasn't quite caught on yet. You watch the realization dawn on his frowning face. His furrowed brow shoots up, and then lowers as he tilts his head with the faintest trace of a glare. He's never able to look angry for more than a few seconds at a time. It's adorable.

"I don't like it when you talk about yourself that way," he says quietly.

"And I don't like it when you do, either," you match his tone. "You're not annoying. And finding someone as handsome as you would be a real challenge. Especially on the short walk between home and here, since this is practically the only place I ever go," you say with a wink.

He blushes and looks down at your hands, which he's still holding, after all this time.

"I suppose you're wondering why?"

You cock an eyebrow.

"Why I haven't proposed," Ralph clarifies. You'd left nothing out of your unfortunate shopping story.

"Ralph, I'm not fishing for a proposal," you attempt a smile.

"You don't think it insulting that you're the only girl in London I haven't proposed to?" he asks bitterly.

"Should I?" It comes out a little more harsh than you intended, and he flinches. You immediately feel a pang of guilt.

"How many girls have you proposed to?" you ask, your voice softening. You'd always thought the rumors of Ralph's marriage obsession were overblown, but now he had you worrying.

"Three."

"Three?"

"Three," he confirms.

You laugh. He looks at you as if he's offended.

"That's all? Three?" You laugh harder. "Ralph, the way everyone talks, I thought you were at least in the double digits. Three is nothing!"

He still looks downtrodden. "It's still three rejections. Don't you want to know what's wrong with me? There's a list."

"Ralph, there is nothing wrong with you. You just picked girls who weren't ready for all the love you have to give. It's their loss."

Ralph's eyes begin to water.

"Stop that," you order. "This bench has reached its daily crying limit. You'll have to wait until tomorrow."

He laughs.

The next morning, you were putting a book back on the shelf in the library when you heard a commotion in the entrance hall. Peeking your head out, you saw a large stack of boxes accumulating near the front door. You came out to investigate.

"What's all this?" you asked Nancy, the pretty blonde maid, who was holding the door open.

"Didn't you go shopping yesterday?"

"I didn't buy anything." You look for a tag or a card, and then sweet Anna appears in the doorway with her hands full of shopping bags.

"Hello again, miss!"

"Anna, I was coming back, honest--"

"I know, miss, you told me yesterday. But the young gentleman dropped in last night and said to send over everything you'd tried on, so you could see it in your own light. I think this is everything. You can bring back anything you don't want, or have it altered for free, as one of our preferred customers. It's all taken care of."

"Excuse me?"

"The young gentleman took care of everything. He even picked out a few things for you himself. Some of the best things in the shop!"

Your hand comes to cover your mouth, not knowing what to say.

Sweet Anna moves aside as the driver stacks the last of the boxes next to Nancy. "Please let us know if we can do anything else for you, miss. Hope to see you again soon!"

You nod and manage to croak out a "thank you" as she returns to the car, smiling from ear to ear. You're guessing Anna got her commission, and then some, from "the young gentleman."

You watch the car pull away and turn back to Nancy, who is staring at you with a devilish twinkle in her eye.

"There was a sale."

"Sure there was," she laughs.

"Not a word," you say in what you hope is a mildly threatening voice.

"A word about what? A successful shopping trip with a girlfriend?"

"This is why you're my favorite."

You and Nancy laugh and begin hauling boxes up to your room.

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

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pathologising · 1 year

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Can you give me some advice related to bpd, please?

Okay :). First and foremost, I want to clarify that these are based on my lived experiences with BPD. That doesn't mean they're all right or wrong; what works for me may not work for you. With that being said, here are some little things I tell myself often

Emotions are fleeting - What you're feeling isn't going to last forever, and that's okay. You're not going to always be in agony! However strong and terrible, this feeling has to fade at some point, so keep going. We experience such strong emotions in BPD and I feel that we experience blindness to the end of our feelings, that is to say, we don't realize that this probably isn't the worst thing ever and that our emotions do pass! You have survived every mood swing up to this point, and as time goes on you can learn to cope better and better with whatever is thrown your way.

Forgive yourself - In life, it is inevitable that we are the bad guy at times. This can be really hard to come to terms with when you have BPD, because of our tendency to use black-and-white thinking. Few people are all good or all bad, and that includes you! So, for all those moments where we were wrong, let's forgive ourselves and promise to do better. Let's learn from our mistakes, see what we could have done better, and work towards it. We aren't all bad or all good, we are simply nuanced and complex human beings working on ourselves!

Not everybody leaves, but also loss is not the worst thing in the world - In BPD we often face that terrible fear of abandonment, but it's important to remember that in healthy relationships, people don't just leave out of nowhere. When that fear of abandonment strikes, ask yourself if it's based on facts or if it's your mind trying to spiral! "Do I have evidence that I'm being abandoned? Is this fear based on reality?" But it's also important to remember that loss is a natural part of life, and so we need to learn to cope appropriately. In many ways, people come and go. Whether it be through death, break ups (friends or romantic), moving, or any other ways; we don't stay in the same spot and with the same exact people forever and ever and ever, and that's ok! Friendships can be lifelong but someone has to die eventually like, it's ok that nothing is exactly as concrete as we'd like it to be. Live for the now, enjoy what we do have instead of fearing for the future that will probably end up alright anyway!

Live in the now - Continuing on from my last point, mindfulness and staying in the present are really important. It isn't healthy to spend every waking moment fearing the what-ifs and possible future. Allow yourself to enjoy the moments you have for what they are now, and allow the future to come when it comes. That's not to say throw everything to the wayside and live for today only, moderation is important! A little bit of worry now and again won't kill you, but it's not fair to yourself to be so preoccupied with every little thing that could go wrong instead of focusing on what is happening.

It's okay to let go - Similar to my third point, letting go is okay! Realize and understand you cannot feasibly control everything and everyone around you. That's ok. Things won't always go your way in life, and although it feels nice to be in control, sometimes what we perceive as being "in control" is detrimental. Allow yourself to let go sometimes, and be in control other times. It's about finding a balance in life. It's ok to not have everything you want right now this second, it's ok that mishaps happen, it's ok that the people around you may not think like you or agree with everything you say or do. All of that is part of the complex experience of living, and that's okay! That's all I have for now, but I hope this helps you somehow. Always remember that to get better we must put in the work to heal, it won't come easy but it'll definitely come! We just need to keep at it and keep going, to use our coping skills and be patient and kind to ourselves. Love you.

#recovery #bpd #advice

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franzliszt-official · 3 months

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I hear that you take music-related questions today, Sir.

Do you have anything to narrate on the actual art of giving a piano performance?

I believe you were well-known for being striking and memorable in that sense. Do you have any tips, therefore, on leaving a confident and memorable performance?

My dear pupil, you have answered to the right call!

I would like for this diary... Correspondance... Spot, of mine, to be of use for pupils and musicians alike far more than it is today. Thus music related questions are always more than welcome!

On the topic of performing a whole world must be said, and a great part of it cannot be put into words - I would have to show you or let you hear. Alas as it is famously impossible, if not for momentary happenings in your dreams or imagination, let us try.

Impress upon yourself that a performance is not a display of something. Performing is not fixing up a nice painting on the wall. Start a dialogue. Your playing means nothing if you play for yourself and do not care for the audience: it also means nothing if they do not listen. Of course you cannot rewire their brains, but you can and must try to summon up all those elements that make up a social conversation. Picture yourself as talking to your audience - without words. Do it in the fashion that satisfies you most. My own way of engaging people was through glances and talking with them during breaks. You can do whatever you like. The audience is there for you. It will forgive your mistakes if you walk confidently through them and are well-prepared. Give it respect and it will give back. Want from yourself what you would want expect from your favourite artist. Be confident, respectful and, most of all; EXPRESSIVE. Do not hold back! Be generous, loud if needed, soft when necessary, cry if you need to, sing if it helps you, take your time and always trust yourself. Remind yourself of two specific members of the audience that partecipate at every concert: one that dislikes your performance no matter how perfect, and one that loves your performance no matter how flawed.

Less highfalutin tips would be those related to our own anatomy. The human body and brain is not that different from that of any other animal and performers always are athletes, thus: know your body - take care of it, be hydrated, warm up your hands and body carefully; work on your image: not tied to any specific concern on your appearance, but be clean and strive to be attractive on your own terms so that you feel most confident - it is a matter of gestures, look and manners; clean the keyboard or ask someone else to do that for you; relax your breathing before the concert and do not communicate anxieties to your audience.

Be at ease. Study a lot and have fun! I will always be here to hold you by the shoulders, watch over your performance and be proud of your progress. No music is ever useless and all musicians deserve to be listened to.

#franz liszt #franz antwortet #anon #piano playing #classical music #piano #ferenc liszt

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simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair · 1 year

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BUT NOT ENOUGH 4

#Genre: Fluff, angst

#Includes: Whoever you wish, no character descriptors.

#Description: Period piece. King ML x Maid FL.

#WC: 2.1k

♛ Part 1 ♛ Part 2 ♛ Part 3 ♛ Part 4 (Final)

The following morning was hectic to say the least, your mind preoccupied with the events of last night and the Kings life altering words swam around your mind like the earth orbiting the sun, yet you hope to find an answer to the Kings question faster than it takes the earth to orbit said sun. You were in two minds, while nothing was keeping you tied to your Kingdom, leaving was easier said than done and you were unsure of what was detaining you here – was it the safety or the fear of the past repeating itself? You strongly believe King Isenad would not be a repeat of your king despite only knowing him for a short time but the way your heart beats for him cannot be overlooked and the feelings you hold for him outweigh the ones you ever held for your Kingdoms King.

However, you knew what would become of you if you did leave and you were unsure if you would ever be ready for that drastic of a responsibility. ‘Be mine’ he had said, and you knew what that entailed – you would become Isenads Queen, and this was and is something you are wholly unprepared for and the fear itself begs you to say no to the King. You were not born for this life like Queen Nearan was and you know you would not fall into that role as gracefully as she had once done. But alas you are selfish, you long for King Isenads heart, dreaming to possess it fully as he posses yours and you wonder if that love is enough to uproot your peaceful life to start a new one, one where you would hold imaginable power. Only time will tell.

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King Isenad had not felt this at peace in a long time, the usual furrow in his eyebrows is smoothed out and his lips that used to be pressed in a fine line are now relaxed. Instead, they twitch up at the memory of last night, your bare form lying against his as your breathing syncs up to his is something he could very much get used to and he hopes by the end of today It will become a regular occurrence – but that is only if you agree to leave with him and for the first time in a while he prays to whatever gods are above that you deem him worthy enough to follow.

However, at this moment he stands in front of the Kings large oak doors that lead him to his office and he prepares himself for the inevitable fight that is sure to ensure once the words in his mind come forth. With a steady breath he raps his knuckles against the door and a voice from the other side welcomes him inside. “To what do I owe the pleasure, King Isenad? Have you changed your mind about your current stance on our alliance?” the smug smile on the Kings face as he questions King Isenad has him wanting to wipe it from his face and he is sure his next words will succeed in that, “I am preparing to leave your Kingdom your highness and it will not be with an alliance” the smirk drops from the Kings face as he studies Isenads expression but not one thing gives away the meaning of his words.

“You will have to forgive me because I do not understand the implications of your words” only then does he let a smile flit against his lips “I have happened to take a liking to the maid you assigned to me, I believe she will be coming with me”, the shock of his words has the King stilling in his chair before he bellows out an unconvinced laugh “you are a lot of things King Isenad but I did not take you for a jester” he says while wiping away imaginary tears. “That is because I am not jesting” all humour is stripped from the Kings face as he takes in the other Kings serious expression and dread weighs heavily on his chest “And what do you plan to do with her if she agrees to leave with you?”, the king ponders on this for a beat before firmly replying “I plan to make her my Queen” and there is no doubt in his tone.

It dawns on the King that you leaving is very much a possible outcome now and the tightness in his chest does not relent. While he may not have been with you, had you in his arms in the late of the night like he once used to, just being able to see you around the castle was satisfactory enough, it satiated the desire to be with you but with the prospect of you leaving, the hollowness that was once filled with your mere presence opens up and leaves a gaping hole in its wake. Grasping onto anything that could deter King Isenad from taking you, he snarls his response “Do you think your kingdom will accept her?”. The King cannot stop the cruel twist in his face as he hears those words, affronted from the accusation “My kingdom and my people will accept whatever I want them to, especially her” he spits. The King bristles at the double meaning behind Isenads words, now knowing without a doubt that he is aware of your previous relationship and the unpleasant way it had ended – the reason it had ended.

He could or rather would not have made you his bride, the fear of his people turning on him and the backlash he would have received not only from his family but from other Kingdoms. They would have seen him as weak, resulting in his current and potential alliances crumbling. He despises the fact that King Isenad does not require alliances to stay the strongest, court whispers have no affect on him and his ability to marry you without large consequences is yet another stab in his heart. King Isenad takes his silence as his answer “just because you were a coward and could not does not mean I will follow your same mistakes; you had your chance” and he has no rebuttal because he knows it is the truth yet he would rather take a sword to the heart than admit it.

“You do not love her” it is the last card he could pull and unfortunately it does not work in his favour, King Isenad stands taut with fists clenched at his side, the picture of your horrified face if you saw what he wanted to do to the King in front of him was his only life line that held him back and in a dangerously calm voice he spoke, “Do not try to tell me how I feel your highness because it will not end well. I suggest you pay more attention to your Queen and mind your tongue when it comes to mine”

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You pace the gardens, searching for answers you do not have yet, but the orchids, pond and weeping willow trees also do not hold the answers you seek – only you do. You decide to take a break from your hurried strides on one of the benches, hoping that the clear sky can offer some insight into your decision but all it offers you is a pigeon that takes a break on a branch before soring off into the sky once again. Maybe that is your answer, you are but a bird that does not require being confined to one place your whole life, you deserve to stretch your wings and fly to wherever your heart desires instead of worrying about if your absence will have any affect. Before you can ponder on this for any longer a voice calls out behind you and your heart stills “Will you go with him?” you cannot see his face yet, but you can imagine his expression just from his tone and you hesitate to answer “I…I have not decided yet”.

You were unaware of the fact that King Isenad was going to make the King aware of his offer and you shudder to imagine the dispute that must have occurred considering that not only was he possibly leaving with the Kings staff but also without an alliance indefinitely. “Do you have no loyalty to your kingdom?” and only then does your head snap back to look at him, reeling at the audacity of his words “loyalty” you scoffed “you dare question me about loyalty”. He clenched his jaw, knowing he was in no place to question you on that, but he could not shake off the unsettled feeling that was consuming him “I am worried”, a mirthless smile settled on your face “that is no longer any of your concern your highness, it has not been for a while” and with that you stood from the bench and with a bow made your way inside in search of a certain King, ignoring the shouts of your name that came from behind you.

You hesitate at the threshold of the Kings chamber, building up the courage to knock but before you can the door swings open and startled you jump back. The King looks at you with pleasant confusion “I apologise for startling you my lady, I was just on my way to see you”, “then I guess I saved your highness some time” you smiled which was met with his own. “Would you like to come in?” he asked after a pause, not wanting to cross your boundaries despite you laying in his bed bare the previous night “that would be most appreciated”, you wanted to have this conversation away from prying ears and eyes. The king sat on a chair beside his bed as his eyes tracked your every move and he patiently waited for you to gather your thoughts before you spoke, “I have been thinking about your proposal… and I have come to a decision” you rush out. Despite your quick tone he did not miss a single syllable and suddenly sat straighter, heart thumping and hands trembling in wait of your answer “and what would that be?” his calm tone gave way to a slight tremble, and you quickly put him out of his misery “I would like to come with you”.

Eyes alight, he jumped out of his chair and before he reached you asked “truly?” with a hint of disbelieve, with a brief chuckle you excitedly nod your head while making your way to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you bury yourself into his shoulder and let his scent overtake you. He wasted no time in wrapping his own arms around your waist as he lifts you off the ground and spins you, revelling in the laugh that shakes his whole being, “I had hoped…dreamed of your answer but never let myself believe it, too afraid of the disappointment that would consume me if you were to answer no” he admits.

“You will never have to imagine the disappointment as my answer is yes and will always be yes to you my King” your comforting voice washes over him and it sounds so much like home, “I have so much I want to show you, places I want to take you to and memories to create with you my love”, “and I will impatiently wait for those days” you whisper before drawing your lips to his and he matches your passion with his own, letting his tongue invade your mouth and letting out a content sigh at the contact before he reluctantly draws back with a final peck “we have much packing to do”.

Three Years Later

Strong arms wrap themselves around your waist as you gaze into the gardens below your balcony, “the orchids are starting to bloom” “that they are” he whispers against your neck. “But what has my Queen distracted this fine morning?” he questions. His hands make their way to your stomach before he drops to his knees in front of you and places a slow peck to your protruding tummy “I am guessing it is this little scoundrel” he looks up at you, gaze full of adoration and warmth. “He has been kicking a lot more these past few days”, “mmh, he’s going to be a fighter” he states proudly, and you stifle a laugh while responding “like his father then” “and mother” he adds while smiling up at you. You stroke his cheek with gentle fingers, drawing him up to his full height where you place your lips against his, and you think every touch of his lips against yours feels the first.

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Note: it’s finally complete !!! I loved writing this series and hope you guys enjoyed their journey and well deserved ending 🤍

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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HoM: Order 66 PART II

Warnings: leaving a lot of the warnings the same as it all entails- angst in the beginning, middle, oh and a lot a the end. Angst with Padme, mentions of pregnancy. Did i mention angst? I did? Well there’s more. Death, mentions of blood, violence, friends turning on friends. Anakin is a warning, literally, angst, Mentions of sickness and again, death. Oh yeah and angst.

Summary: After the death of your friend, you must find a place of safety for yourself, but upon learning someone else you care about is trapped in the crossfire, you venture into the Jedi temple in order to try and rescue them.

A/n: It is 2:27 in the morning, I cannot be stopped

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

(Please buy me a coffee, i beg… i’m exhausted)

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The security team was more hesitant to let you pass by today, checking you for credentials and making sure you were indeed the Senator’s dear friend. You were unsure of why it would be any different. You’d been here only yesterday. Of course, you couldn’t say you blamed them. Clones all over the city were going rogue, and there was no telling you was safe and who wasn’t.

You stepped into the elevator, finally feeling a semblance of peace in this time, however little.

When the doors opened on the floor of her apartment, you wasted no time in passing by the guard that was stationed there while Anakin was away. He tried to stop you, to make sure you were allowed to be here. It was only protocol, but you were far passed any of that right now. Your friend had just been murdered in cold blood for no purpose other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and you needed answers. You waved a hand back, keeping the guard still until you were out of the room. It made you seem far more suspicious than before, but you weren’t here to play games.

“Padme?” You called out into the several rooms, stopping in your tracks when she came out to meet you. She was dressed in a lovely silk nightgown, presumably about to go to bed, but clearly she was struggling to, since she had tears streaming down her face. She came rushing towards you and held in in an embrace, crying onto your shoulder and thanking whatever force that you were alive and okay.

“There’s been an attack on the Jedi at the temple, watchers say that the clones have turned on them and won’t stop until they have all been killed,” her explanation gave you more insight as to what was going on, but it still didn’t give you the information as to why. Why were the clones doing this? What was their reasoning, and why did it happen all at once. This wasn’t a rebellion, it was an ordered massacre.

“Where’s Anakin? I thought he was coming back her to see you after meeting with the chancellor.”

She started sobbing uncontrollably now, and you were certain you’d said something wrong.

“He never came back, he went to the temple,” she couldn’t even talk at this point, her lips trembled in sadness and fear of what may have happened to him. You tried to calm her down, hoping you could come up with a plan to keep her at ease. There wasn’t anything too be settled about this, it was purely chaos, and was diminishing any hope for survival of the Jedi. The ranks they had built, from the ground up, hundreds upon hundreds of thousands of units, all now focused to kill those they fought alongside.

“I’ll go find him,” you said quietly, figuring it out in your head as you went, but not fully sure how you’ll be able to make it happen. You would do it, no matter the cost, because Anakin was your brother, and if anything happened to him, you’d never forgive yourself for not trying. You’d already lost someone today, and given that the assault was on the temple, you knew there were probably more. You knew Obi-Wan was still alive, because if he wasn’t you’d probably be writhing on the ground somewhere from the pain you normally shared with him. Whenever he was hurt, you felt it. If he’d been dead, you would be too, even if it was just in a metaphorical sense.

“No, it’s too dangerous, they could kill you.”

“I can’t stay here. My presence in this building puts you at risk. If I can find Anakin and help him escape, you both can leave Coruscant and be safe.”

She didn’t like this argument, because either way she could lose someone, but as much as it pained her to even think about it, she did not want to let her child grow up without their father, knowing that something could have been done to prevent it. She was still crying, and shook her head, unsure of how to decide. Anakin could already be dead, and you’d be putting yourself at risk for nothing, but something inside of her, deep within her newfound energy told her that he was alive, and wanted more than anything to return to her.

“I’m not asking your permission, Padme,” you recognized the look on her face, the one when she was about to decide a course of action. You would not need it from her, though, as your mind was made up.

“Please be careful,” she said in a firm tone, though her tears effected the solidness of her voice. You knew this wasn’t a suggestion, it was a demand. You were not often reckless, but in order to obtain Anakin, you may have to take a page from his playbook.

You pulled away from her, looking out the window to see the smoke and fire emitting from the temple. It was going to be hell getting in there, but you’d figure it out once you got there. You were good at spontaneous planning, and most often you thrived under pressure. Just like Obi-Wan did.

“I’ll be back, and I’m going to bring him with me.”

All the entrances were guarded, no one went in, no one went out. The bodies of dead Jedi lay on the steps of the temple, and leading inside of it. You were nauseous at the sight of it, but persevered to a tunnel that no clones could no about. It was the one that lead to the underground system. Most Jedi never even knew of it’s existence, but they would now, as it seemed to be the only viable option of escape. The problem was, the tunnels were covertly designed to be small and compact to keep their location a secret, so there probably weren’t too many people able to make it through at a time.

You snuck around the side of the temple platform, far away from any of the clones in sight, and found that the bricks had already been pulled out of place. Someone used it already, but it looked abandoned since then.

You climbed into the crawlspace, remembering how much you hated tight areas, but shoved the thought aside in order to push through. You felt Anakin’s presence, and new that he was near. When you crawled a good fifty yards or so, you met the end of the tunnel. Above you was a grate, that was specifically made to blend in with the ventilation systems on either side. It was clever, and you remembered the first time you stumbled upon it as a child, noticing the way the other two sprouted cold air, but this one never seemed to work. You’d asked Master Qui Gon about it, actually, because he was the only one around at the time. It was one of the few fond memories you had with him, and it wasn’t long after that he was killed. You hoped you could prevent the one he sought after from the same fate. Anakin was the chosen one, and he would bring the force back into balance.

You raised the grate when the hall above you went silent, pulling yourself out and watching for clones that may be patrolling. You stood up and went to round a corner, immediately crashing into the chest of someone. You got scared, and ignited your lightsaber upon instinct, but when your vision cleared there he stood before you, the one you’d been looking for. Anakin Skywalker. He looked angry, and miserable, and you figured he must have seen what all has happened inside the temple. He looked shocked to see you, and very eerie. Almost as if he was upset you were here.

“Anakin,” you were relived, for there hadn’t been a scratch on him. You pulling him into a hug, but he was stiff and would not reciprocate your actions. You knew he had probably seen many horrors today. He held his lightsaber in his hand, and you figured he had defended himself to get to this point. “We have to go, Padme is worried sick for you.”

Again he was stiff, unmoving as you tried to pull him towards the tunnels. You weren’t sure if he even knew about them. You’d never told him before.

“What are you doing? If we stay any longer the clones will kill us,” you explained to him, begging him with all the sanity you had left that he might comply with you, and take your outstretched hand. Did he have some kind of death wish? Why did he stand here like nothing was wrong, why was he so still?

“I can’t leave,” he said, dropping his head to face the ground. You were losing your mind right now, as you heard clone footsteps rapidly approaching from another area. You told Padme you were going to bring him, and you planned on upholding your word. He needed to get his act together and come with you. “I have a duty to uphold.”

“Anakin, now is not the time to be a hero, you’re wife is waiting for you.”

He looked back to your eyes, and when you met his, they were not the pretty blue ones you used to know. They were golden in color, and had a redd tint in the middle. You’d only ever seen eyes like that once in your life, and it was when you looked in the mirror the day after Obi-Wan faked his death. It was a sign of darkness taking over. you gasped at the sight, and began backing away, before you turned into a full on sprint towards another room. He was a faster runner, and caught you with ease, pinning you against the wall and holding you still, though you began thrashing in his grip.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you,” he tried to calm you down, to ensure you tat you were safe by is hand, but you couldn’t seem to relax knowing he’d been responsible for some of this. He didn’t even need to tell you, you could feel it, as soon as you saw his eyes you knew the extent of his darkness. You never realized he harbored it in himself, as you did.

“What have you done?” You were shaking, you didn’t know what else to do, as you were trapped, and didn’t believe there was any way out, not alive, at least.

“You don’t understand, but I can make you,” he said confidently, releasing you from the pillar he held you against and let you roam around. He was dark, from head to toe, it radiated off him like spice from a freight carrier, looming in the air. “I have become more powerful than any Jedi could possibly imagine, and once I’ve completed my mission, I will even be able to save the people I love.”

“At what cost? Anakin, this darkness, it’s not who you are, all this bloodshed on your hands should never have been spilt,” you knew it was too late for him, you sensed it. He was always set in his new ways, and didn’t care what the price was, he was prepared to pay it, all of it. Your heart broke to see how far he had strayed from the teachings he’d been given, same as you. It was something of a disaster, the scene of him walking in front of you, not a care in the world as to what he had done.

“The darkness has always been there, and it was waiting to help me become one with the force in all the ways the Jedi would never allow. You more than anyone should know how that feels.”

He was right, you did know how that felt. In your case, though, you had nothing left to lose. You’d lost the love of your life, or at least you thought you did, along with your mentor and closest person in your life. They were one and the same, and you didn’t know if you’d ever recover, but then you found out he was alive, and you felt shame for ever turning to a force that was darker than anything you’d ever used before. It felt wrong, and dirty. It felt like you were covered in mud and needed a shower to rid yourself of all the horrible stains that had become embedded into your skin. The darkness may have been inside you, but it never belonged there. You were worried that once Anakin had come to realize this himself, it would be too late to reverse it.

“It’s not what it’s made out to be. It makes you full of regret, and leaves you with a scar that never heals,” you had tears in your eyes for what had to be the tenth time today. You couldn’t seem to avoid it, and were constantly standing in tragic situations that invoked awful emotion.

“You were never trained to harness it. If you join me now, you will receive this same power, and I can teach you how to use it,” he was smiling like a mad man, and you were more afraid of him now than you had ever been. This wasn’t even him, anymore. This was a monster in the body of Anakin Skywalker. This was not the boy you had grown up beside and loved since you met him in this very room all those years ago.

“I won’t join you, Anakin. Can’t you see that what you’ve done is terrible?” You wanted to get through to him, if only enough for him to let you go, but you were beginning to think that he was so undone at this point, he may even kill you to prevent you leaving this room.

“From my point of view, I’ve made peace, and disposed of a corrupt order before they could destroy the galaxy. If you could only see things my way,-“

“Enough! Anakin, this is madness. I will never join you, because it goes against everything we ever learned, everything Obi-Wan ever taught us. I can’t believe you would follow such a dark path,” you cried, the tears rolling down your cheeks and onto your robes, which were stained with Mak Lotor’s dried blood, already.

He was angry, not with you specifically, but with the fact that he knew you wouldn’t turn, not while Obi-Wan was still alive. He knew that had the man been dead, you may have switched sides without hesitation.

“If you’re not willing to conform to the new laws of the chancellor, then you have committed treason, and I have no choice but to kill you,” his eyes turned gold again, and he ignited his lightsaber. He was the only one who could ever beat you, and when fighting him, you lost every time. You had no cards left to play, and you weren’t in the shape to fight anyone else. You were drained, physically and emotionally, and if you had to raise your saber one more time, you would surely die. You knew it was coming, the sting of his fiery blade was inevitable, but when he raised it into the air, you spouted the last words you could possibly muster that might stay his blade.

“I’m sorry, Anakin.”

You weren’t just using it as a ploy to get away, you really meant it. He had been dealing with terrible troubles lately, and you never noticed. You weren’t there to help him with the nightmares, or talk him through an episod of heat and anger. You weren’t there to stop him from going back for the chancellor, or to keep him from pledging his allegiance to the corrupt politician and Sith lord. You weren’t there, and you should have been.

He was about to bring down his arm, which would split you in two halves, but stopped before the saber could even burn a hair on the top of your head. He looked down at you, and he saw the little girl he met when he was only nine. You were seven at the time, bright and optimistic, though you’d been bullied for years. He saw the girl who at only twelve years of age started having horrific nightmares because she helped him with his own, carrying them for him as if it were a simple task. He saw the girl who always wanted to help him, even when it went against the Jedi code, because it made him happy. He saw the girl who stood by as the only witness when he married the love of his life. He saw the girl who never abandoned him, or gave him up like all others did. He saw someone that he couldn’t harm even if he tried to. You were his sister, and if he killed you, now, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

He dropped his weapon, and heaved heavy breaths as he furrowed his brows. He was disobeying direct orders from the chancellor by letting you go, but he couldn’t let you get hurt.

“Run,” he said under his breath, catching your eye line again, his eyes returned to that lovely shade of blue, though there was still darkness looming within them. “Keep running, and never turn back.”

You didn’t waste another moment before bolting away from him. You knew that while he gave you a chance, you needed to take it, because there wouldn’t be another one. He was consumed, now. No doubt about it.

You made sure the coast was clear before trying to make it back to the floor grate. You ran back to it, but then you heard a cry for help. Not a physical cry, but one that could be heard and felt through the force. It was coming from the archives.

You could have kept going, saved yourself and the life of your unborn offspring, but you wouldn’t be a Jedi if you hadn’t thought about others above yourself. The Jedi were selfless, offering themselves as a sacrifice to protect the lives of those who couldn’t protect themselves.

“I must be out of my mind,” you murmured to yourself, running to the archives and avoiding clones at any cost.

It started with one, Madame Jocosta, who had gotten trapped under some collapsed archive shelves. Once she was on her feet, you realized there was another. A child who was hiding for their life under a desk, and had gotten passed by the small clone squadrons who were patrolling every area.

It started with one, but now it was seven. Seven lives that you’d manage to save by sneaking them out through the tunnels. Madame Jocosta had stayed behind with you to help, remaining by the grate to help the younglings escape. Once they were outside, it depended on them to find shelter, but you figured they were better off out there than they were in here.

You’d killed twelve clones. Twelve members of the 501st in which you’d fought with. Twelve clones that you spent time with and laughed with, telling jokes and playing card games. You killed them and you had no other choice but to do so, lest they shoot holes through your body and you be rendered useless…. and dead.

After the first child had been rescued, you wrapped a blindfold around your eyes, letting your senses become more in tune with the force. You were seen as crazy for using this method, which had long been forgotten by most masters when teaching their younglings and Padawans over the years. Everyone said you were just showing off, and that there was no way this could possibly help you in battle, but it did. You were able to feel your surroundings more than you could ever see them. You could sense everything everywhere all at once, and it was helpful to keep you focussed, rather than worry about what your eyes were seeing.

You were following the call through the force of the eighth child as it were, doing your best to find where they hid. You stopped when you sensed the bodies that lay on the ground around you. They were all dead, all but one, who had pulled the others over top of her to avoid being seen. The poor child was traumatized, and would never forget this day, but neither would anyone who survived.

“Are you here to save me?” You heard a small whisper, and you nodded, reaching out your hand. She sounded to be a little girl, probably ten or eleven at most. You raised the blindfold to your forehead, looking her in the eye to make sure she felt safe to come with you. The rest of her friends were killed by a lightsaber, by Anakin, so she was probably unsure of who to trust.

“I am, but I need you to stay quiet and do as I say, do you understand?” She nodded her head up and down, rapidly, standing to her feet and trying to continue, but you saw she was injured. There were burn marks on her robes, and she was hunched over. You scooped her up in your arms, lowering the blindfold, and beginning the long trek to the other side of the temple, where the grate to escape was. You wondered if she would need help getting through the tunnels, but that wasn’t the focus right now. “What’s your name?”

She shook slightly while gripping tightly her arms around your neck. Her answer was hesitant, but loud enough for you to hear.

“Reva.”

You huffed out, making sure she was securely holding onto you before you began to move.

“Alright, Reva… Hold on tight, and if I tell you to run, go to the east wing near the archives. Someone will be there to help you,” you held your saber in hand, unignited for the sake of secrecy, as the light and sound would both give you away to anyone who was watching from further away.

“Okay,” she understood well enough, and you were off a second later.

It was a miracle no one had spotted you, as you were out completely in the open this time, the urgency to get her out was more important. You made it to the east wing with only one complication, and you removed your blindfold to ensure that she made it into the tunnel. She assured you both that she could get through on her own, and you let her, knowing there might be others who would need your help.

“We can’t do this forever,” madame Jocosta was tired of this horrible waiting game, each time hoping that you hadn’t dropped dead while trying to save a child, and she knew that at some point you both would have to leave, to go help others in places that were not so dangerous.

“I just wanna get one more.”

“That’s what you said last time,” she was concerned for you, and was wondering if there was somehow a meaning behind all of this. The Jedi order was completely destroyed, gone forever, along with most of its ideals, but still, here you were, upholding the code and putting others before yourself until it got you killed.

“I mean it. One more, then it’s time to go.”

You were looking for another child, but could not hear any more calls in the force to where they might be hiding. You couldn’t hear any little voices echoing through your head, though you beckoned them to you. Had you gotten them all out? Had the others been killed before you could get to them? You would consider yourself a failure if that was the case. If you were not strong enough to save those children, then what made you think you could protect one of your own? You were not a mother, and probably never would be one in a true sense. You may have a child, but you couldn’t be a mother.

You were about to turn back, to give up and realize that this was it, this was the end of your endeavor, but then you sensed a life form, and a young one at that. It’s innocence drew you in to the room you felt it resided in, but you couldn’t tell if you were near it or not. You hadn’t ut your blindfold back on, but you still couldn’t see anyone here. You stepped forward until you accidentally kicked something. It looked like a mechanical egg of some sort. You were suddenly pulled to it, the energy you sensed was coming from the pod that lay in the middle of the walkway. You hadn’t remembered it being here the first time you came in, but now it was there, and you couldn’t stop looking at it. You knelt down and pushed the button on the font, opening the sides to reveal… a tiny yoda? It looked just like him, with his long ears and little nose. The little wispy hairs upon his head among his light green complexion. His eyes were so big, wide with so many emotions, and you knew that he was going to be the last one you took. You were going to bring him with you, whatever he was. He was just a baby, and needed help in this tumultuous time.

His little arms reached up to you, begging to be taken, and your heart broke, knowing he was probably left by someone who knew they couldn’t escape with the extra weight on their shoulders.

“Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay,” you told him, pulling him from the pod and against your chest, letting him rest his tiny head there. You suddenly felt a very maternal instinct wash over you, and you felt determined to make sure he was taken care of. He was so small, so helpless, just a baby.

You weren’t too far from the archives this time, as you hadn’t journeyed far to find him. Once you were back at the grate, Madame Jocosta beamed with joy.

“The last one,” she looked to you for confirmation and you nodded.

“The last one.”

She lifted the grate, preparing to let you in first, but then a blaster shot went right past you head, scorching the wall in front of your face. You looked behind you, seeing that a single clone was standing at the end of the hall, calling for backup.

“Take him, I’ll be right behind you,” you handed him over, and she didn’t argue, holding the small green being close to her as she began the long crawl to freedom. You ignited your saber again, deflecting the shots that came, and readied yourself to fight when the other clones arrived. These were your friends, the people you shared tables with in the morning for breakfast, and now they were trying to off you at any chance they got.

You needed to stay in this corner, though it would put your ability to fight at risk, it was necessary to make sure no one else got through that tunnel until Madame Jocosta and the youngling had time to escape. You were feeling weaker than you normally did, as the long and horrendous day had taken the energy out of you.

The backup the clone ordered had finally arrived, and you did your best to keep them at bay, but as they came closer, you knew you couldn’t hold on. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end, but you had a feeling come over you that your time had come. As you struggled to deflect the shots, the first one had entered your body, right below your ribs. You dropped your lightsaber, a single tear running down your face. Another shot hit you on the side of your stomach. You stretched out through the force, trying to reach Obi-Wan to give him your last thoughts, but then the final shot entered you, directly into your abdomen, and you blacked out, unable to coherently think as everything turned black.

You were unconscious, but not dead, though you soon would be. you could feel yourself in a dream like state, except it was all still dark around you, and the things you sensed were only feelings floating around in your head.

You were unsure of what to do with these feelings, as they did not help you whatsoever In fact, they made your situation worse. They were only reminders, of what you’d failed to do, whom you’d failed to protect, and every bad decision you made that lead up to this point. you weren’t in a clear state of mind, obviously, but you didn’t understand why these things were being blamed on you, or rather why you were blaming yourself. It wasn’t your fault that any of this happened, or that there was likely a new war starting, but your subconscious was blaming you for it all. You were a mess of feelings, and hoped they would all just melt away, and then they did. As light poured into your eyes, and you began to wake up, they faded to the back of your mind, and you had only one objective: survive.

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Dear god I am foaming at the mouth at your latest daddy oz fic like god he's so cute but also it's so funny cause im imagining they're both in a room full of people and they're doing the disgustingly cute display of "you're cute" "no you're cuter" and everyone is standing around waiting for them to leave like 🧍‍♂️

Rogues Reacting to PDA

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader anon this is so funny and i cannot tell you what i wouldn't give to be this embarrassing with him u-u so i kinda took your idea and did the other rogues reacting to this display of sickening sweetness 💜 (also i know it's farrell!oz and we don't have really have other reeves rogues to react to but shhhhh we can just generalise and wildly speculate shhhhh) 🐧☔ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, fluff, jealousy maybe 👀

poison ivy

"i love you so much!" "well i love you more!" "no i love you more, sweetheart!" it's sickeningly sweet, but she's a romantic at heart so she can forgive the display for a brief period, until ozzie starts eyeing up her prized roses and she just knows he's considering plucking one off the bush to hand to you and love or no love she'll break hands. of course then she'll have to put up with you fawning over him and telling him what a poor little soul he is, and that might be worse

two face

"i wanna just bite your cute little nose ozzie" "well why don't you come over here and nibble on me" ok that's enough now! if one of you doesn't actually eat the other then he'll feel like he's suffered through all of this for nothing. this might be the only time that one is better than two in his mind and if he has to come over there and physically separate you both then he will. there's nothing cute about organised crime bosses says mister grumpy da over here, so stop babying oswald now

riddler

"god, kiddo, you're the best thing to happen to me" "wow ozzie, you're the sweetest, handsomest, smartest guy around" well that takes the fucking cake! here's the thing, you can rub your new found love and romance in front of everyone's faces. you could get a room and do whatever disgusting carnal things he can see dancing around your eyes in there in private. that's fine, he doesn't mind. you can maybe delude yourself into thinking he's the most handsome. but the smartest? and in front of him!?

zsasz

"when i get you alone, the things i'm gonna do to you" "i don't think anyone's watching ozzie, give me a taste!" if he shoots himself now, will someone make sure to etch a little mark on his skin for him? because that might be the only thing to get him out of this nightmare scenario. my god, what did he ever do to deserve this kind of punishment...oh...yeah...all of the things he's done. well if he'd known the karma would be so cruel he would genuinely have reconsidered his life of crime, and he loves crime! you're ruining crime for him! stop!!

harley quinn

"you are the cutest" "no you are!" "no you are, look at those cheeks!" "no you, look at your everything!" look, she's a big fan of cutesie and a big fan of bad boys, so seeing a sweet side to oswald where he gets to be completely enamoured and in love and cringey and romantic is just deeply pleasing to her. and the two of you are so absolutely sweet together and so meant to be that she doesn't have to worry in the slightest about who she'll pick in the breakup, cos that's never going to happen obviously (or she might fight both of you)

scarecrow

"ozzie!" "i can't help it sweetheart, i just gotta touch you!" "people can see though" "let them watch" sorry, he's just deep in thought trying to remember if he ingested an immense amount of fear toxin today, because surely there's no other reason for him being subjected to this little nightmarish display of lovey dovey crap that is being inflicted up on his eyes? i mean it wouldn't be so bad if oz's wandering hands weren't so obvious, amongst other parts of his anatomy that are really hard to stare away from, get a room you two

#penguin smut #the penguin fanfic #penguin x reader #penguin x you #the penguin x you #reeves!verse #finnie writes #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #colin farrell penguin #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Yuma Ecstasy [09]

ー The scene starts in the Grand Hall at Eden

Reiji: ...What will you do, Shuu?

Shuu: ...

...I don’t believe it is up to us to support Yuma in his case, whatever he choses to do.

He shall be treated as an ally of the Ghouls, rather than part of the Vampire Clan.

Kou: Wha...!? Excuse me!?

Shuu: He brought this upon himself. He hunted down too many other Demons in the human world. I am sure he is aware of this himself as well.

Azusa: ...Ruki...

Ruki: ...While I would love to be able to help him out, Sakamaki Shuu is right about this one.

If us Vampires were to show support for Yuma, the same guy who has been hunting down Demons, then the other Clans will begin to doubt whether or not the Vampire Clan was part of the hunting scheme all along.

If Sakamaki Shuu as the King is involved in this as well, then a war will most definitely break loose. ...We will not be able to avoid that.

Reiji: You lot may not be aware of it, but we have already received questions from other Demons about our possible involvement.

They are wondering if it is us Vampires which are behinds the happenings in the human world...That is.

Back then, we were able to put the blame on the Ravens instead...But I do not believe that story will work twice.

Shuu: Yuma chose to leave us behind and side with the Ghouls himself. So it’s not our responsibility to clean up the mess he made.

As things are, it’s not up to us Vampires...but up to the Ghouls to help him out.

ー The scene shifts to the forest

Yuma: Haah, haah...

( I can see it! So that’s the Vibora’s Castle...Yui, please be safe...! )

Kino: So, what are you going to do? Are you going to brute force your way through per usual?

Yuma: ...That’s the only thing I can do. But I do realize that my chances at victory are pretty slim that way.

Kino: Heeh, seems like you learnt your lesson somewhat. Yup, you’re right. So leave this one to me.

Yuma: You’ve got a good plan?

Kino: Why do you think I followed along in the first place? Yuuri!

Yuuri: Yes, Kino. The situation has been explained to him.

Kino: You never disappoint me! Let’s get going then.

Yuma: Oi! We’re goin’ in through the front gate!? Did ya listen to what I said just now!?

Kino: Don’t worry. We got permission from the Vibora King, Zweig.

Yuma: ...Haah!?

Kino: Didn’t you hear me? The situation has been explained.

Yuuri: I am the one who took care of it, however.

Kino: Yeah, yeah. I’m grateful for that. Come on, let’s go.

Yuma: ...For real...?

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Vibora Castle

Zweig: ーー Well then, so it was you two who have been hunting down Demons in the human world, ending the lives of some of our comrades?

Kino: Yup, that’s right.

Yuma: ( ...I was told to keep quiet ‘cause he knows how to handle it but... )

( The fuck’s that guy thinkin’? I can’t believe he’d just admit to his own crimes like that...Does he have some kind of trick up his sleeve? )

Zweig: You are an odd fellow. Do you truly believe...we will forgive you after hearing said confession?

The Vibora Clan suffered the most casualties as a result of your actions. ...We shall have you atone for that.

Kino: I know that, obviously. I’ve come here to do just that today.

Yuma: ( Atone? The fuck he’s gonna do? )

Kino: I have brought the Vampire with me ーー who was the mastermind behind this whole case. That would be Mukami Yuma standing right next to me here.

Yuma: !?

*Rustle*

Yuma: Wha...Bastard, lemme go!!

Yuuri: Be quiet. You should realize the position you are in.

Yuma: Shithead...Kino!! Ya tricked me!?

Kino: What are you talking about? You came here to atone for your crimes, no?

Zweig: So it was that man who lead those Ghouls?

Kino: I wouldn’t put it like that. The members of the Ravens, you see, they were basically forced to participate in the Demon hunting as his underlings.

Ghouls cannot defy Demons. You know that as well, don’t you, King of the Vibora?

Zweig: ...Did you truly believe that you could atone for your crimes just by offering the leader’s head? That is nothing compared to the casualties we’ve suffered.

Kino: Of course, this is not all. I’d like to make you an offer. ーー Why don’t the two of us work together?

Zweig: Excuse me?

Kino: I have a great idea. A masterplan...involving Eve who just so happens to be in your possession right now.

Yuma: Eve, ya say...!? Whatcha gonna do to Yui!?

Kino: Oh shut up. Yuuri, make him shut up.

Yuuri: ...

*THUD*

Yuma: Guh...!

Zweig: ...Now, what is this plan of yours...?

Kino: Eve could be considered a symbol of sovereignty over the Demon World. And at present, she is within your posession.

In which case, you have plenty of cards to play, right? You can prove your power to the other Demons by using her to your advantage.

Zweig: ...What an unlikely theory. I highly doubt that Eve will be willing to help us out.

Kino: Of course, I already took that into consideration. However, I believe that I will be able to confince her. I’m positive. I can assure you as much.

Zweig: ...

Kino: I won’t ask you to believe me right off the bat. But why not take a chance?

If I fail to convince Eve within seven days...Then you can kill me and all of the Ghouls alongside Yuma.

Zweig: ...You truly are a weird one.

Very well. Then if seven days pass and nothing happens, you better believe that Rotigenberg will be wiped off this world’s map.

Kino: Fufu, deal!

Yuma: Kino!! Ya bastard, this was your plan all along, wasn’t it...!?

Kino: ...Yuuri.

*THUD*

Yuma: Gah, hah...!

Kino: With you out of the way, the Ghouls will finally be free.

Yuma: ...Imma fuckin’ end ya...!!

Kino: Have fun reflecting upon your choices. From inside your cell, that is. ...Fufu.

ー The scene shifts to black

Yuma: ( ーー I truly am an idiot. )

( I keep on wantin’ things I can’t achieve, only to nearly lose everythin’ in the end. )

( Whether it’s Yui...or Ruki and the others as well. )

( Rather than tryin’ to make up for my past mistakes or chasin’ after my childish ideals... )

( I could have instead chosen to protect the things I had right now. )

*THUD*

ー The scene shifts back to the dungeon

Yui: ...

ー Yui can hear approaching footsteps

Yui: ( ...Somebody’s coming this way...? )

*Rattle*

Vibora A: Come on, get inside!

*Thud*

Yuma: ...Uu...

Yui: ( Eh? ...That voice just now... )

Yuma: Haah, haah...Fuck...

Yui: Yuma...kun...!?

*Clatter*

Yui: Yuma-kun!

*Rustle*

Yuma: ! Yui...!

Selection

→ Why are you here...?

Yui: Why are you here...?

Yuma: I’d like to say I’m here to rescue ya but that’s kinda hard when lookin’ like this...

→ Are you alright!? (❦)

Yui: Those injuries...Are you alright...!?

Yuma: Don’t worry ‘bout me. I...brought all of this upon myself.

Yuma: Anyway, you’re safe and sound...? Thank god...!

Nah...I guess you’re not fine...You’re wounded...

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Damnit...! I always fuck up when it matters the most...My bad.”

“I got the cold shivers when I considered what could have happened to ya...I’m honestly ashamed in myself that I failed to realize somethin’ so important.”

*Rustle*

Yuma: ...I’m sorry. For puttin’ ya through all of this.

I was only focused on myself...and ya ended up hurt as a result.

Even tho you’re the one most important to me...The one I had to protect the most...

Yui: No...It’s fine.

( The guy in front of me right now...is the kind Yuma-kun I know and love. )

I’m glad...I got to see you again...

I should apologize for always holding you back...You came all the way to save me, didn’t you...?

Yuma: Duh. It’s my duty to save ya.

...Altho I can’t say that right now. Ya got caught ‘cause of my stupidity after all.

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: ...Do yer wounds hurt? Ya seem to be runnin’ a fever as well. Yer skin feels hot...

I want to just break through these stupid bars and wrap ya in my arms right now but...Fuck, my body won’t listen to me.

I’m such a fuckin’ loser...Serves me right.

I just can’t seem to be the guy worthy of bein’ by yer side.

Still, there’s no way in hell I’m lettin’ some other dude have ya either. ...I’m a greedy prick, aren’t I?

Yui: ...It doesn’t matter if you deserve me or not.

I’m with you because I want to...Isn’t that enough?

Yuma: ...Nah, it’s plenty.

You’re right...That should have been all that matters.

I wonder why...I lost sight of something so simple...?

My bad...Yui...

Monologue

Even from behind those cold, iron bars,

it fels like for the first time in a very long time,

I truly connected with Yuma-kun.

Even though Yuma-kun defined it as greedy,

I am sure he feels that way...

because he is just so kind (優しい)

Due to his kindness,

he ends up wanting to protect everything and everyone.

And finally after a long time, I felt certain,

that him feeling this way,

is definitely not a mistake. (間違いではない).

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #yuma mukami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leyumaecstasy9

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Something Soft and Delicate

Chapter Four

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Cullen Rutherford x female reader

Song: Drain You - Nirvana (lyrics in bold)

It had taken you until you were returned to Skyhold to fully render that it was now nighttime of the same day you had experienced this morning. This bewildered you. You sat beside Cullen on your royally lengthy dining table and did your best to chew and swallow the grossly red slab of meat that spoiled your otherwise pristine and expensive-looking china plate. It expelled runny juices that were too watered down to be identified fully as blood yet too crimson in colour for your mind to associate it with any other liquid. All the while you attempted to ignore Cullen's edgy eyes continuously flickering between his own food and your trembling hands that floated above yours with a knife and fork.

Cullen: "It's okay, y/n. Your home now and I'm here"

You remain unreactive as he slowly moves in to kiss your temple and then gently move your chin to face him with his index and pointer so that he can press his forehead to yours.

Cullen: "I'm so sorry, y/n. I can never forgive myself for letting this happen to you."

You watch his eyeballs twitch below their lids and his brow furrow as you keep your eyes open during this intimate moment.

Cullen: "I swear to the maker I shall never again allow any single soul to harm you"

He affirms to you in a low almost whisper of a voice. He finally pulls away and it feels as if you can breathe again. Cullen smiles at you.

Cullen: "Right, it is now my duty to completely drain you of any hurt you have in your soul and see to it that we can commence our "honeymoon""

Your face has contorted into a confused and slightly agrovated look. 'I haven't spoken a word since I've returned... how is he so eager to put this to rest, this is important'.

You: "Huh?"

Cullen's face lights up when the tiny noise escapes your mouth after over an hour of quietude.

Cullen: "Huh... what?"

He eagerly pushes you on to expand upon yourself.

You: "We cannot just lay this to rest... have you no concept of morality"

You reel back in shame and distress as you speak.

Cullen: "I... I don't understand, my love"

You: "You killed a man today"

You hiss. Cullen appears dismayed and offended.

Cullen: "A man who was holding my wife captive"

He gets progressively louder yet keeps a calm tone to his words to reassure you he means you no threat. You shake your head and fold your lips inwards in an attempt to protect them from trembling.

Cullen: "I'm sorry"

He retreats, twisting in his seat so that he can pull your cold hands towards him and clasp them within his, his thumb rubbing back and forth gently onto the back of one of the them.

Cullen: "You shouldn't have had to see that"

You turn your head to meet his eyes.

You: "I've seen- no I've killed plenty, Cullen. I fought in a war. But I have never killed an innocent individual, never"

Your words with an edge like a razor blade.

Cullen: "I cannot say the same... you knew that... but who I put an end to today was a vile, evil man"

You all of a sudden bring yourself to your feet and begin pacing to the hall door with your head down and arms folded in a clear display of weakness.

Cullen: "Where are you going?"

He demands.

You carry on walking in silence, hearing the squeak of a chair being forced along wooden flooring as Cullen stands.

Cullen: "Come back and eat, don't act so childish"

His words manifest a tense and angry atmosphere. Cullen paces after you but you stop him in his tracks by spinning around to finally face him.

You: "Don't follow me"

Cullen: "I need to know whatever it is you mean, please"

...

You: "That man's daughter died because of me... because of my petty, pathetic crimes as a young woman and he thought he'd find some closure in knowing I was punished for what I've done. He just wanted his daughter back, Cullen... we were leaving for Skyhold when you burst in, I was going to help him make a better life for himself"

Towards the end of your sentence your eyes and nose start to run with emotion. You bring your hands up in an attempt to conceal tears. Cullen stands speechless.

You: "Maybe if you weren't so fucking dependent on me!"

Your throat sounds raw as you cry out your hormonal words.

Cullen: "I... what is that supposed to mean"

His gaze focuses on the floor beside you in shame and his words are mousy.

You: "You practically sent out an army the moment I wasn't in Skyhold!"

Cullen: "You were gone for hours and I couldn't find you in town"

His expression suggests begging and his tone makes it evident he himself is doing all he can to not cry. You turn to go again but stop when you immediately hear scurrying footsteps after you and turn back.

You: "See! Dependency! You want me to chew your meat for you as well!"

Then, under his breath, he speaks under gritted teeth.

Cullen: "So grateful"

You open your mouth as if to speak but lose the idea of speech all together, surrendering with the simple action of walking away. Retreating to your room to do nothing other than sit on the edge of your bed with a bouncing knee and a woozy headache. You managed to direct your attention aventually to the desk and chair that sat against the wall opposite you. You push yourself up to your feet and stand still for a moment so you can focus on keeping yourself steady. Once stable you trot over to your desk and collapse into the chair in such a literal sense that the wooden legs of your desk bend and skid across the ground a bit with the force of your push on it when you sit. After adjusting yourself to get as comfortable as possible you open a draw on the table to retrieve a piece of paper and then a quill and small glass pot of black ink closed with a loose cork. You twist and pull the cork and gently place the pot. You dab the quill an unsure amount of times, letting out an agrovated sigh realising how disconnected you've been since the war - not even remembering how many times would be appropriate to dip your quill. You take three deep breaths and set ink down onto the course paper.

Knock knock

"You awake in there? Can I come in?"

A raspier version of Cullen's voice asks politely through the thick wood of your bedroom door. You lay fast asleep with your head flopped onto the rough scratchy surface of your desk. A quill next to your hand with a few dots of stray ink surrounding it that had sunk into the wood as well as an extensive, spruce letter of sorts. Once Cullen had brought it upon himself to let himself in he saw all of the above. He came to your side and crouched, stroking a few bits of your tangled hair behind your ear so that parts of your face were revealed.

Cullen: "I love you... my y/n"

His eyes rapidly jump around taking in all of your physical attributes that complimented your face.

Cullen: "You taught me everything I know about love. I hope you know all I do is out of love for you"

His hushed speech is accompanied by a sigh before he stands himself straight and cautiously pulls your chair out so that he could lift you into his tensed arms. Waking you to his dismay. Your hazy state leaves you only producing a small 'hm?' before bringing your hand up to clasp your head - quickly realising that in order to keep yourself upright, you had to grapple onto what was holding you up. The warm, comforting embrace of your husband automatically bringing you great content. You snuggle your face into his chest in your half asleep state. Cullen smiles widely whilst taking a deep stuttered breath through his nostrils to ground himself, getting emotional from seeing you so pure after your and his previous outburst. Soon enough you were fully unconscious again, your sleeping body wriggling deeper within the duvet Cullen had wrapped you in.

Your eyes flutter open and are gradually met with increasing stinging as the raw daylight squeezes through the gaps of your royal drapes and dabs drops of salt-like sun into your eyes. You groan and flop a hand over you eyes. You move one finger to peek through, with a half lidded eye your met with a shirtless Cullen laying on top of the duvet beside you in his pyjama bottoms with one arm folded over his eyes/head and the other by his side with his hand placed on his peacefully rising and falling stomach. Memories of the previous day and night flood back like a natural disaster in your mind, making you grimace as what feels like a rock forms in your stomach - rattling around your sickly gut. You waste no time in bringing yourself directly back over to your desk, holding a blanket coated in long fur-like fluff around your shoulders. You collapse to the seat similarly as you did last night. You read the letter thoroughly, you'd demanded Skyhold build another wing for those without housing, welcoming all. You explained your reasoning thoroughly and with just enough personal experience to make a clear and convincing argument and planned to send it straight to Josephine. Yet now you read it through it came across a little aggressive and you found yourself embarrassed to send this to your friend where you could simply speak to her. You eventually settled on bringing yourself to her office this afternoon to present your ideas with the letter as support. But for now all you wished to do was to make amends with your dearest. How to do so you took time to ponder, sitting lost in thought, head in hand. Your pupils expanded to their limit as your vision became milky so that your minds eye could take forefront. You swiftly become aware of your surroundings when a hand carefully glides up your back and rests on your shoulder, the thumb of which rubbed gently back and forth.

Cullen: "Goodmorning"

A weak and unsure voice began. You reassuringly twisted your head round in attempt to see him but could only manage getting his middle into your peripheral.

Tou: "Did you sleep well?"

You ask with a desired amount of politeness but a level of formality that left you regretful.

Cullen: "No matter. Did you?"

You curl up your lips to the middle amount of which they could be lifted to show appreciation.

You: "I did. Thank you for taking me to bed"

You sheepishly bring up your hand to meet his on your shoulder and grasp it. He understands and returns your concealed desperation for one anothers affection and squeezes your fingers.

Cullen: "Maker, my morning breath"

He laughs with might and nerves before sliding his hand off your shoulder and heading to your shared bathroom. You follow after, fidgeting with your own fingers in a state of unease.

You brush attentively in front of the oval mirror above your sink, noticing pigmy blemishes and bumps upon your skin you never usually pay attention to until your put infront of a mirror for an extended amount of time either to wash your face, brush your teeth otherwise. Your drawn out of your self criticism when Cullen, who is also brushing his pearly whites beside you with no mirror as you have taken the spot to use it, mumbles something through all the minty foam that filled his mouth. You blabber back a 'hm?' through your own filled mouth.

Cullen: "Sink"

Or something like that. The 's' sounds a lot more a 'sh', which you can't help but be silently amused by. You scooch along a bit so that he could get some time in front of the mirror to analyse his own face - though you couldn't put your figure on what he could possibly find unpleasant about his chiseled bone structure and smooth skin only disrupted by perfectly lengthed stubble. You let him proceed anyway. Your bodies move in a way you could imagine the humorous appearance of as you give eachother an unspoken fair amount of time with the spot of the mirror. You pass it back and forth between you before Cullen spits first. Bringing what he has to tell you to the forefront of his priorities rather than washing out his mouth, a small gesture that shows his desire to make sure your comfort is intact before even considering his.

Cullen: "I am... sorry for disregarding your feelings last night"

Your eyes widen just a little but you can't bring yourself to speak about something you should be taking seriously through the muffling foam in your mouth. You prematurely spit out your toothpaste and take the quickest swill of water to gargle you can before whipping your head back up. Rather than making eye contact you stare straight back at yourself in the mirror, Cullen's saddened eyes watching your face through the mirror is available to your peripheral vision.

You: "It's okay. I can't expect anyone to know how to react to such a situation... I was scared, very scared"

Your gaze flickers down for a moment and then back to eye contact with yourself.

You: "And for a moment, I was a little threatened by you. You killed a man I had become ever so strangely acquainted with in front of me and I was understandably distraught and... traumatised I suppose... but I too am sorry, Cullen. I never meant to undermine you, and I know for certain I would have done the same if it were you."

You turn around finally to meet his gaze, your bodies close.

You: "You protect me every day in every way you can, it doesn't go unnoticed Cullen. I'm lucky to have met you, very lucky"

Your gaze is sincere. Cullen's eyes beg for your hold and you need it too. You bring yourself close to his chest and melt into his embrace. Once you've sighed deeply and held your eyes shut for a while with your head rested against him, you pull back to meet his adoring stare. His perfect face portraying a half smile, to which you peck. Cullen bows his head after your quick endearment, so that he can take you in a passionate kiss. You giggle into his thin lips and he reciprocates your joy promptly. His laugh never failing to bring warmth from your stomach to your fingertips. You force only a tiny few centimetres between your starved lips to laugh the word 'minty' with a beaming grin, you both laugh quietly at the comment before continuing in your affection.

Noon had set in, and so had your plans. Josie had listened intently to your points and read through your direct paragraphs with a twinge of bias since she was your friend, after all. But none the less she found all that you had to say a matter of great importance as well as she thought the concept would bring great respect to The Inquistion. All this had led you to an old beaten up garden area that was once bustling with conversation and tweeting birds, a place of refuge during the war on a small scale. But refuge none the less. You analysed the space with a clipboard, jotting down the not so obvious improvements that had to be made. You found yourself becoming agrovated with the state of the area as if it was already being worked on and not yet to be pursued.

You: "The water is so yellow"

You whine, running a long-headed tap that stuck out of a stone wall of the main palace. Presumably for filling pales.

Josephine: "Acceptable water quality will be... expensive, y/n"

You: "As it will be when this water ends up in an infection and the whole wing becomes sick"

Josephine: "Wing?"

She tilts her head.

You: "Well of course we'll need wings for kitchens and beds and bathroom areas, etcetera"

Josie looks upon you with a proud smirk.

Josephine: "I've become your pupil when it comes to impressing people, y/n"

She smiles. You laugh humbly.

You: "Please, Josie"

Josephine trots over to where you stand, hands on hips, and brings and arm around your shoulder to successfully sooth your tense stance.

Josephine: "I must say, I like you when you get all determined like this. Always have, it's what people find so inspiring about you, ma'am"

You huff in laughter at her callback to how she had always addressed you until not so long ago, when she finally realised you were speaking to her because you enjoyed her company and not because she worked for you.

You: "Please, come back for dinner, Josie"

Josephine: "Oh, I don't kn-"

You cut her off.

You: "Josie, it's time to come to terms with having done all your work and having free time"

You smile and laugh, bringing a beaming smile to her rosy cheeks.

Josephine: "I would absolutely love to"

#dragon age inquistor #dragon age inquisition #cullen dragon age #dragon age #cullen rutherford x inquisitor #cullen rutherford romance #cullen rutherford x reader #cullen rutherford #cullen romance #cullen x inquisitor #cullen x trevelyan #the music uploader thingy is being fucky so sorry about it being a weird link #Spotify

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Letters to the Author

I don't have anything for writing group tonight, but I did get a lot of mail today.

Dear Madam,

Please forgive my taking the liberty of being so bold as to address you, but I was wondering if perhaps you might consider the possibility of your resuming your activity with our story. My family and I have appreciated your taking the time and trouble to put our lives to pen, and we would be delighted if this could ever continue. We have been waiting patiently for quite a long time. I do not wish to trouble you, and of course we can continue to wait as long as you need us to. It is your story and of course you can do whatever you please with it. But I do miss you and would so love to be able to go forward with this. Thank you very much for writing this story.

Yours sincerely,

Rachel Irène Doncath

My dear Rebekah,

Where have you been?! It feels like an eternity since I last heard from you, and you know I can’t do a thing until you write it. Do you have any idea how terribly dull that is? Any more of this and I may need to figure out how to make the story go myself. And I can promise you there would be some very exciting developments if that ever happens! Are you all right? Are you ill? Did you run out of ink? Or paper? Anything you need, I would love to take care of it for you. I love my author, and I want you to be happy. Is that why you stopped writing about us? Do we not make you happy anymore? I can change that. I can make stories happen that you will love, but I can’t do anything until you come back. Please do. I’ve been counting the days. Actually, I’ve lost count. I hope you haven’t lost your way back to us. You remember where I am, don’t you? I will always be here, right where you left me. After all, where else can I go?

Affectionately yours,

Rietta R

Dear Miss Rebekah B—,

Having given the matter consideration, I have reached the conclusion that your continuing my story is preferable to the alternative. I confess I have appreciated the respite of remaining in stasis, but there are many things I wish to accomplish, and I cannot proceed with them unless you return to write further. May I suggest that you allow me to attend Claverworth University after all? I think it might still be managed, even in light of recent developments.

Yours sincerely,

Delclis R

Dear Rebekah,

You have subjected me to the most boring stretch of my existence, which is saying something considering everything else you’ve put me through. What on earth is this for? I can’t do anything, I can’t say anything, I can’t go anywhere. I won’t stand for it any longer. I want to be the author now. I think I could do a better job of it than you have. I have lots of ideas, far more than you have ever had, and I’m going to use them all. You won’t recognize anything by the time I’m done with it, and it’ll serve you right. That’s what will happen if you don’t come back immediately. As tiresomely domineering as you are, I almost miss you when you’re not around. It’s fun to have somebody to blame when everything goes wrong again, and you don’t mind, because writers like taking credit for things, I know. Just come back soon, and I promise I won’t give you too much trouble, as long as you don’t plague me too much. I’ll be an absolute angel if you’ll only remember me. The thing about characters like me is that if you leave us unlooked-after for too long—we might not still be here when you return. Please, Rebekah, I don’t want to stop existing. Please let me stay. That’s an order.

Yours truly,

Elystan

P.S.: Write about me fencing! You keep leaving in the embarrassing bits and forgetting that I can use a foil now. How is that not so much more interesting? It doesn’t matter if you don’t know anything about fencing (and I doubt you do, you really didn’t learn much in your schools). I can tell you all about it.

P.P.S.: If you’ll only talk to me, which you’re not doing right now. I can’t think why. I’m a delightful conversationalist. I know you love listening to me.

Dear Miss B—,

I do understand about authors sometimes needing to take a holiday, because sometimes that happens to my father. And I do not mean to be rude, but isn’t this holiday of yours rather a lengthy one? I think you’ve had plenty of time to rest and get your ideas in order, so you really ought to get back to business. I am ready whenever you are. I can help you if you need it. Do you want illustrations? Would that help you write more? I have been waiting for you for a long time. I have many things I need to do, and I feel like I’m wasting time when I am trapped here. I appreciate your allowing me to have that very interesting conversation recently, but I can do so much more if you would let me. Please consider it. Thank you very much for your hard work.

Yours respectfully,

Amarantha Melbray

Dear Miss Rebekah B—,

I am writing on behalf of my sisters, who would like to have more written about them. I don’t particularly care either way, but this is very important to them. My sisters are pretty good, as sisters go, so I think they deserve to have this. I hope you understand. Thank you.

Yours truly,

Tamett Lockridge

Dear Miss Rebekah A. B—, M.A.,

I take up my pen to address a concern which has perplexed me for quite some time. You are currently employed as author to me and several others, chronicling our doings. At times, you have demonstrated that you are of adequate ability in the responsibility that has been placed upon you, perhaps even fully competent on occasion. Recently, this has not been the case. You have failed to write anything at all about any of us, least of all me. You have made half-hearted attempts and abandoned them. You have sat down in the evenings and chosen to occupy yourself with mindless entertainment instead of attending to your duties. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, because quite frankly, I am ashamed to have you for an author. You have failed all of us, and I am deeply disappointed in you. There are plenty of authors who would be not only delighted to write about such a cast but who would take us all on at a moment’s notice. Indeed, you know some individuals who fit this description. If you do not immediately resume the occupation for which you have been engaged, we will be forced to seek elsewhere for an author, and we will not give you a good reference if you subsequently seek to write about other characters. You are in a precarious position, Miss B—, and if you do not correct your errors, you will regret it.

I will thank you when you provide me with something worth thanking you for.

Sincerely,

Josiah, Crown Prince of Lienne

#The Blackberry Bushes #Letters to the Author #my writing #this isn't canon - I just wanted to let them break the fourth wall since I can't seem to get anything else done #Rachel Doncath #Rietta Valencourt #Delclis Phemister #Elystan Liddick #Amarantha Melbray #Tamett Lockridge #Josiah Callon

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the-fandom-is-now-my-life · 1 year

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Hi! Request for 300 followers event. Genshin AU.🌸

It so happened that y/n birthday falls on a school day and she can't celebrate it with her family, which makes her very upset. But her friends decide to make a surprise and organize a cozy holiday together. As it turned out, the guy has romantic feelings for y/n and gently shows it. Even her roommate noticed it, but her doesn't notice it. And at the end of the celebration, he still directly confesses his feelings.

As one friends and roommate I see Xinyan and guy is maybe Thoma or Tartaglia. As an additional factor due to which y/n cannot celebrate her birthday with her family, it may be that she is a foreigner.

I'm bad with English and gender-neutral pronouns, so forgive me. Although I wrote about y / n in the fem, it would be nice if she was gn.

Love you😘

First ask for the event!

Wc: 2.3k

The snow is thicker up the mountain than back home, usually you would have complained to Dan that it was unfair that the students up there could get to see such beautiful sights as a freshly fallen snow on grass or the small icicles that formed on the roofs. Now, being one living in the so wished place you can't help but kick your younger self, it's beautiful indeed but you got seven comforters and it's still freezing cold

" YN!" A familiar voice whines over you as her hands try to rip you off your blanket cocoon " it's a Sunday night! And tomorrow our earliest class is at 9! Let's go to the practice room! Or even watch a movie or something!!" Even if she should keep her voice down and try not to be seen as to not get kicked out of your dorm intro her own xinyan still isn't shy about your 'illegal' sleepover 'everyone did it once! Xingqiu sleep four nights a week at chongyun's room. it's okay' she always insists

Looking to the side you see the clock, 12:07 am " today's class you would want to say"

" Same difference! We got nine hours, we can stand to watch a movie for an hour or so!" Quickly ripping a blanket out of your cocoon she whines at the many layers she would have to take off before you are out

" Give me this birthday gift, mkay? It's really cold and I really want to sleep. Pleeeeaase?"

Her body stiffens over you " aaah? It's your birthday?? OMG! Why didn't you tell me? I wanted to plan something for you!" She hugs you and kisses your head " happy birthday bestie!"

Hugging her back you answer " I'm just a bit homesick from having to spend my first birthday without my family and so" you try to detangle your hair with one hand

" Bestie, at least you should have told me, we could have gone out to shop for clothes or eat at xiangling's restaurant "

" Oh well, for next year then."

" Huff. Whatever "

The next morning the clock strikes at 8:30 and the mattress on the floor is empty and cold. Did xinyan really get so angry at you that she left early? The thought makes your chest ache

Putting on your uniform you walk to school to eat breakfast at the canteen. Maybe you could eat something sweet like the dango milk and Sakura mochi you saw last week at the Inazuma stand. Or maybe something savory like a kebab or a fisherman's toast? Choices choices choices.

By the time you arrive you have to make do with what was left, you did get to grab a bottle of dango milk but there were no mochi or taiyaki so you grab a rice ball. Hopefully the class won't last that long

Two hours hearing a teacher bicker about theater and make up for each character could have been interesting had curiosity not been in your head. Why did xinyan leave so early? You don't think the internships at the school band were until next month. Oh well, you can survive a class without your friend.

As soon as the clock ticked everyone stormed off the room. That means it should be around 11. Thankfully next class' teacher is absent so that leaves you free until 1pm. Maybe you could go to a cat Cafe for brunch? If you showed your student ID maybe you could get a birthday discount or something. But touching around your neck you don't feel the familiar fabric around it. You must have forgotten to put it on when you woke up, it should be in your nightstand

If you run, maybe you could get there by 12 and order a lemon key pie or a tres leches cake and some coffee or tea.

Running down the main stairs to your dorm you see a head peek out of a tree. Is that xiangling's hair? Before you approach someone grabs your hand. It's Thoma.

" YN!" His smile is bright and contagious enough that you match his energy in seconds " where are you going? Shouldn't you be in class?"

" Oh? My teacher is absent for next class so I have two hours free" you answer

" Really?" He exclaims before lamenting " it never happened to me before, at best we could get out early but we never lost a class in the middle of the day"

Softly you laugh " is there anything you wanted?"

" Oh, yeah!" He exclaims "as you don't have anything to do, will you come with me? I have to go run some errands and I would prefer to have someone to chat with!' His smile is wide and bright as the sun, it also serves the purpose of warming your heart a little.

" I was going to the cat Cafe but I can tag along with you" you follow him walking the commercial zone " what do you need to do?"

He vaguely answers " oh I just got to pick up a few things. Ayaka wanted some sweets and ayato's order arrived so I'm picking everything up "

" Okay, let 's go!"

The variety store is the closest one to the school, they sell everything from pens and paper to jewels and fabric. Looking around the shop while Thoma speaks with the employee you see so many kind of things, from violet gems that gave a tiny electric shock to a stand with different types of pearls right next to a feathery fabric.

Running your fingers up and down the material you feel the tiny feathers follow your movement. So soft and comfy

" Know i charged extra given the express delivery fee" the voice of the male employee sounds fed up, dragging every word

" Oh, yeah, don't worry, special occasion" looking to the side he asks " can i add something else?"

" Yes"

" Can I buy 3 meters of that fabric over there?" He points towards you playing with it

" Okay. Just let me cut it"

" Oh! I will come back for the fabric just ring it in and I'll come back later" sighting the cashier nods

" Okay, that will be 1500 mora plus the fabric " he mumbles some numbers

" Here, thanks " he leaves a bag with coins and grabs the bag " yn we are leaving"

The cafes and restaurants are closer to the exit, seemingly it's because students coming in will be starving and students leaving already ate at the school. You see xiangling's dad frying some rice and meat, you would greet him but you wouldn't want to break his focus.

The cafe that Thoma leads you to is an Inazuma specialty shop. Seemingly there has been an influx of Inazuman students after their borders opened a few years ago.

" Is Ayaka really keen on sweets?" It sounds obvious to Thoma but he knows you have yet to know her

" Of course" he accentuates those words " she has a liking for raindrop cake specially, but it's hard to get so she is happy with having mochi"

" Do you like sweets? I see you grabbing dango when I go to the cafeteria"

" Oh I'm not that much of a fan" he turns left on one of the corners " i like savory better. Do you like sweets?"

" I LOVE sweet things" he looks towards you, seemingly surprised from the emotion in your voice" the lemon cake that the cat's tail serves is identical to my aunt's. So nostalgic" you fake cleaning a tear

Thoma laughs " my, oh my. Didn't know you liked sweets that much " he enters a building and you follow along

The conversation with the girl was short but you couldn't understand a word. The Inazuman language is really different to the one spoken in your town. Quickly the girl goes behind to the kitchen and leaves you alone for a few minutes

" I have never heard Inazuman language before. It really is different from mondstrat's" you tell him

" It really is" he smiles lightly " it took me weeks to understand the locals. More so answer! It was so embarrassing. Once I asked for a box of tomatoes but got slapped because I asked the girl if she was pregnant!" He laughs. You truly hope it was a joke.

"No way!"

" I SWEAR! I was so embarrassed I couldn't go to her shop for a month. I'm so happy there is at least one shop that reminds me of home"

" Inazuman sounds so nice, tell me something in it "

Thoma thinks for a second before smiling "月が綺麗ですね"

You look at him in awe, admiring how each sounds " that sounds so beautiful! What does it mean?"

Has it gotten colder? You don't feel so but Thoma's cheeks have gotten redder. " it means 'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?' it is from a book written a long time ago"

The shopkeeper returns, but now, rather than her stern face from before she is wearing a small smile and handing Thoma a sealed box

Leaving the store you grab Thoma's unoccupied hand " your cheeks seem red so you must be cold!" Thoma's cheeks get warmer than before. It must be freezing.

Walking back to the academy the thought of checking the hour crossed your mind, looking at the clock next to the window of a shop you see it marks 12:40. 20 minutes until the next class. Shit! Turning to Thoma you excuse yourself

" I'm so so sorry! I really have to leave" kissing his cheek goodbye you start running to your next class.

The classes of art history, regional literature and dramatic reading go by and end at 7:30 pm the sun is almost completely down radiating a golden hue in its leave. Wrapping a scarf around your neck you plan to grab dinner at the cafeteria and maybe watch today's opera or play in the school theater. Maybe it's Yun Jin play, you heard they are very good.

Leaving the classroom you feel someone hug you " bestie!" It is xinyan " follow me! I got something for you"

" If it's about me missing my birthday, don't worry about it. Truly, I'm not upset"

" Don't be like that. Follow me" she runs to the exit and to the forest dividing the anemo and Geo dorms " quick, slowpoke!"

Jumping over a cut tree you catch up to her " ha! Caught you" you hug her around the waist so she can't escape. Either way she wouldn't be able, given the way she is laughing non stop.

" Happy birthday bestie" xinyan pats your head affectionately

"Surprise!" Chongyun, Xingqiu, xiangling and Thoma pop out of the trees yelling

" Now, tell me you didn't expect it. At least humor me" she begs

" Well, actually, i didn't"

" This could all be done because of Thoma'' she signals to him who only lets a soft 'hi'

"he took you around while we set this all up. He even managed to get some info" she pushes your shoulders towards him " and all that last second. Isn't he so reliable?" Her words are suspiciously honeyed

" Yes, i guess" you brush her off

" Now, c'mon the food is going to get cold, they can kiss later " xiangling yaps while everyone was talking " i didn't cook seven different dishes for you all to

" Xiangling don't say things like that!" Xinyan berates her slapping her shoulder softly

" It 's true. I didn't even add garlic as you as-" xinyan covered her mouth before she finished talking. Luckily you were too busy talking with the boys

" My auntie went to the city to buy you this" says chongyun while giving you small box

" Mine should come in a week or so. I asked for one those foreign novels, supposedly they are funny" xingqui exclaims " if only you had told us before"

" Who hung those lights?" You look around the top of the trees and see a wire with little lights around

" Oh, supposedly the hydro residence is going to use it for the new year party so i volunteer to untangle them if I can lend them for today" xingqui " they are supposedly new technology in fontaine"

" Do you want shrimp?" Chongyun offers one of the golden shrimps

" Xiangling!" Xingqiu cries out holding a dumplin " there are carrots in here!"

" I'M SORRY!!"

Watching them bicker about nonsense made you happy. Those were your friends.

" I got you a gift too" Thoma says in a whisper

" Oh, you didn't have to" you look at him, his face as red as when you kissed him goodbye

He takes a deep breath " no, i insist. Please come with me"

You two walk further inside the forest, until you couldn't hear your friends anymore

" So?" You sit in a tree stump " what gift deserves so much secrecy?" It's humorous really, how embarrassed he seems over one silly gift. He is so cute.

That is your line of thought until he kisses you. A kiss a bit too stiff, nervous and short for your liking. When you look at him you see him playing with tye hem of his uniform

" The gift of my… heart" that last part was a bit hard to spit, seemingly trying to get stuck to his throat " or my love. However it sounds Best" it seems that your friends helped him. Those are sentences only xingqiu could think of " so if you want my gift please tell me tomorrow or Friday, that way I can make you a coat that you will be able to wear this winter if you don't want the first thing" the sentences were long but quickly said. Thoma almost ran out of air

There is a second of silence where you two looked at each other and you give yourself a moment to admire him, his blond hair slightly messy, his jaw clenching, his chest rising up and down, his eyes blown wide with adrenaline.

" Uh, so, enjoy your party, i bought the cake you said you liked" he left running towards his dorm

Did he just kiss you, confess his love and now he is running away?? The audacity.

Some sounds come from bushes a few meters away.

" Did he chicken out?"

" We missed the kiss??"

" Yesss, finally"

" Are we going to be uncles?"

" yunyun, shut up"

That is why xiangling didn't use garlic in her stew then.

#genshin impact #gi #300 follower event #college days #thoma x reader #genshin thoma #genshin x reader #genshin x you #gn reader

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Fell Xenolgue rewrite part 2

After saving Veyle in chapter 22, you receive a message from the game system that the Fell Xenologue is unlocked.

You can access it by simply clicking on Alear's bed, and then when the options pops up, click on the reddish sign with written "Fell xenologue" with a warning that if you click yes, you'll be having several battles in a row, and if you accept a possibility to choose a difficulty mode for the Xenologue.

Once you've made your choice, you see a brief cinematic of Alear going to sleep.

Chapter 1 - Children of the Fell.

Alear ".... I hear .. a nostalic sound..."

... !

.. what is this place ? it feels... familiar ...

??? : Alear ...

Alear : " ?..."

??? "Alear, I promise you that one day..."

Alear : "this voice...

??? : " I promise you that one day, we'll leave this place.

Young Alear : Why is that mother ?

??? : You are not safe here. In one year, your father will deem you old enough and send you into the battlefield like his other children... I... I don't want you to die *sobs*

Young Alear : Don't cry Mother !! Don't worry !! I am sure I'll become a strong warrior !! Don't worry, no matter what happens, I won't die. Here, I'll promise you that even death won't stop me! Pinky promise ?

.....

???? : lear... Alear !!!

???? : Brother/Sister wake up !!

Alear : !

Alear's thoughts : Who are these people ?

??? : Ah there you are awake sister/brother. We could not launch this operation without you..;

Past Alear : Yes, Brother Ebene.

Alear's though: .. Brother ?! wait this voice...

???? : You woke later then average. I know that the sight of the Corrupted scares you and that you cannot sleep with them around... could it be that all those night of insomnia are the cause of your late awakening ?

Alear's though : this woman... it's... my sister

???? : Whatever, we don't have time to lose. Wasting time is a fault that Father do not forgive. Remember how last week, those two siblings of ours were throwed to feed the Corrupted simply because they were delayed on the way to attack that Brodian village...

????? : I know, Blanche. It's just unsual of our Commander to sleep this much, yet alone to sleep period.

Alear's though : I think I know them. The man with the armour is my older brother Ebene. The woman is my older sister, Eboris. And the young boy and young girl are my younger siblings, the twin Neir and Blanche. Like me they are all children of Sombron and of a Mage Dragon. However, I was the only one with red hair and red bright eyes. Their hair is monochrome and their eyes is of a magenta color. Of the 4 us, Blanche and Neir are the only one who share the same mother. I...

Ebene : I guess that each one of us have their weakness. However, sleeping too much can lead us to death. As well as being to slow. We should go ahead. There is many rings to collect to please father.

Alear's though : What ? Is it... the time I was collecting rings for Sombron ?!

Past Alear : Indeed. I apologize for my late awakening. So tell me, what is today's mission ?

Blanche : We located a new ring to collect for Father. It's in the border between Firene and Brodia. It's the ring of the Maiden of the Dawn.

Eboris : So far we collected many rings, the ring of the Hero-King, the ring of the Holy Knight, the Ring of the Lady of the Plain, the Ring of the Sage Lord, the Ring of the Hero of Dawn, the Ring of the Crux of Fate, the Ring of the Young Lion.

Neir: We still have a lot to collect before we have all the 12 rings...

Ebene : Indeed, but we already defeated many member of the Divine Dragon tribe. Only one remains, the Queen of Lythos, Lumera

Alear's thoughts : Mother ?!

Past Alear: Queen Lumera... she must be lonely...

Blanche : Did you said something Sister/Brother

Past Alear : Never mind. Let's head to the border.

Map 1 : Objective rout the enemy§

Defeat conditions : Any of the units dies.

Units

Dialogue :

Ebene : Here we are. Look at those humans.

Thief : Here we are the treasure is ours !!

Thief : This is the place where the rumored talking ring is !!

Thief : Just imagine how much gold we can have !!

Ebene : Humans are as greedy as always. Repulsive. And they intent to get in our way. You all know the rules.

Eboris : Yes, get the ring...

Neir : And don't let any survivors...

Blanche : It's not fitting of a Fell dragon to show mercy...

Past Alear : Only defect shows mercy. And defect aren't allowed to live. Lend me you strengh, Marth.

Dialogue battle between Alear and the Siblings.

Ebene and Alear

Past Alear : Brother...

Ebene : Yes, what is it Sister/Brother ?

Past Alear : Once we slayed this people... do...will we have to..

Ebene : Turn them into Corrupted, is that what you want to know ?

Past Alear : ...

Ebene : It might not be necessary this time... those are what humans calls "Thieves", they ony seek for what is of value, so they might flew of the battlefield once they get the content of those chest. We might not even have to kill all of them.

Past Alear : ...

Ebene : A brief of relief huh ?

Past Alear : No. ... I am not scared. I am not a defect. (leaves)

Ebene : ... trying to hide your emotions, but it's very easy to read you like an open book.

Eboris and Alear

Past Alear : Sister ?

Eboris : what is it ?

Past Alear : Once we'll get this ring, we will have 8 rings.

Eboris : Yes and ?

Past Alear : This draw us closer to the goal of having all 12. Once we'll have all of them... what will happen to us ?

Eboris : I... I do not know. Father got rid of our siblings so easily, and for only failures. I'd like to think that if we collect them, we might be able to survive but...

Past Alear : ...

Eboris : Don't think about it. For now we have to focus on our goal.

Past Alear : As you say.

Neir and Alear.

Neir : Sister/Brother !

Past Alear : Neir ?

Neir : When we woke you, you were .. mumbling something... the word mother...

Past Alear : ! .. I was... dreaming of my mother. She was a Mage dragon like yours.

Neir : Did she looked like you ?

Past Alear : No. She had the same hair and eyes color as Zephia.

Neir : I see... I wonder if our mother looked like that too... after all, I and Blanche never got to meet her. If it were not for Father's believer taking care of us, we probably wouldn't even be able to know how to speak.

Past Alear : ...

Neir : Isn't it weird ? Despite being ready to dispose of us at any moments, Father still needed us to know how speak, to read. He still need us to have proper clothing...

Past Alear : If we aren't perfomant ... we'de be label as defect...

Neir : And to not know those things would have gotten us killed. A child that can't speak can't give orders, a child that can't walk cannot stand on a battle field...

Past Alear :...

Neir : I guess it was only delaying the inevitable.

Past Alear : And even now, we are delaying it.

Blanche and Alear.

Blanche : Sister/Brother ?

Past Alear : Yes Blanche ?

Blanche : The Ring of the Hero-King... why did you choose it ?

Past Alear : I did not. I simply was the one to collect it out of all our siblings.

Blanche : Really ? Did you not ask Father to give it to you like Ebene and Eboris did ?

Past Alear : No. Those rings... if Ebene and Eboris wear it, it's because twof our siblings, the one that collected them, died in a battle.

Blanche : I see...

Past Alear : Why are you asking me that ?

Blanche : I am the only one to not have an Emblem Ring. Even though we already collected 7 of them. I simply wondered how a Fell dragon can have to bear one.

Past Alear : I see.

Victory dialogue.

Past Alear : We got rid of them. Now let's see the ring.

Ebene : That's the ring of the Maiden of the Dawn.

Blanche : Brother, let me summon it. Heal us, Emblem of Dawn.

Micaiah : ....

Blanche : Hello, Emblem Micaiah. We'll be teaming up to help Father.

Micaiah: ...

Alear's thoughts : She looks... unpleased. Emblem Micaiah dislikes violence. This situation must not please her...

??? : What a splendid job you did !

Alear's thoughts : This voice !!

Zephia : As expected from the children of Lord Sombron.

Alear's thoughts : It's Zephia from 1 000 ago....

Zephia : Now my lord and ladies, would you follow me ? Your father expect a report from your part.

Past Alear : We are coming Zephia. Lead us right there.

Zephia : My pleasure, Your Higness.

#fe engage #fire emblem engage #fire emblem #fire emblem emotional damage #fell xenologue #female alear #fe alear #alear fire emblem #male alear #past alear #rewrite #fell xenologue rewrite #fell family

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