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commander-rahrah · 6 months

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Talking to the Moon: Part III

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader

Word Count: ~4450

archiveofourown: here

masterlist: here

part I: here part II: here

Summary: Set in Act II in Moonrise Towers, after meeting Ketharic and Araj the first time; Astarion finally comes to terms with his feelings for you, and takes a chance.

Notes: I love elements of both versions of Astarion’s confession scene, so I decided to combine them and add a little extra to them too! There is some dialogue borrowed from the game from Astarion's actual confession, but I added a lot more into it, especially with Tav/Reader's responses.

I love this pairing so very much. I know it is very soft, but I just think Astarion deserves someone soft and gentle and patient with him.

Thank you for reading and interacting! It means so much to me ♡♡♡

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Bile was rising in Astarion’s throat. The scent of the room, the things that drow was doing to those vials of blood. It was wrong, all wrong. He thought he was a monster for the curse bestowed upon him. But whatever experiments were being conducted, they were monstrous in a completely different sense. His entire being had screamed at him to flee when she had turned her violet eyes onto him. He hated that she even knew his name. He wanted to get as far away from this miserable tower as possible. To go find the stupid artifact for themselves and never return. And the drow was still trying to convince him. Gods, he wished she would just give up. Maybe if he just gave in — it would be only a moment, and then it would be over. His body would still cringe as he remembered it, but he could just add it to the list. But then he glanced to you. You had shown him, the other night, the power of listening to yourself. Of stopping. Of saying no. Really, you had been teaching him that over and over during your little adventures together. When he first realized his new found freedom, all he could focus on was being away from Cazador. Being away from his looming, threatening presence — the pain, the anguish. What he didn’t realize was that freedom came with something else. Autonomy. A choice. Astarion had been making many of them, every day for weeks and he hadn’t realized. Sometimes they were tiny, insignificant decisions. And sometimes they were remarkable… or foolish. But they were his and his alone. And he felt like he could make them. That he wouldn’t be punished or gutted by the group. Betrayed or humiliated for it. And that was because of you.

When Astarion had decided to seduce you he had done it for his protection. He had seen your abilities and power those first few days and realized the threat you could pose to his master. He had done it to ensure you would be on his side, always — that you would never turn on him. What he hadn’t expected was how your protection would really feel, what it would entail. He knew he had your blade and powers now — just as you had his. But what you had given him was so much more than just your abilities. It was sanctuary. He felt shielded, secure. He could let his guard down, he had let his guard down with you. He could make decisions and mistakes and grow… Feel what he wanted, think what he wanted. So as he stared at you, his mind resolved. His red eyes narrowed as he gave his attention to the drow one final time, “I gave you my answer.” She scoffed, “Your control over your spawn has lapsed. Order him to do this, you will not regret it.” The alchemist spat at you, her arms crossed with irritation from his rejection. Even just the word spawn made the hairs on the back of his arms raise. And she thought you were his master. He knew exactly what Cazador would do if he were here. A bleak thought tried to surface in his head, but he forced it away. No, you weren’t like Cazador.

He trusted you. Your nostrils flared as you snapped your head to the mad alchemist, “He is his own person. And he gave you his answer.” “If you would just—“ “No,” You growled, stepping forward with your lips in a snarl. “He said no.” The group blinked at you — you had never been so short with anyone. You were usually flowery and lighthearted even when were outright rejecting someone. Even when someone had a blade pointed to your chest, you were at least civil. They had never seen you like this. Astarion’s red eyes flickered across you face, you seemed just as upset as he did. He could hear your heart thundering, your blood boiling. “Stay away from him.” Your tone was final, your jaw set. “I’ve had enough of this wretched place. Let’s get out of here.” You huffed, turning on your heel and marching out of the tower. Astarion trailed behind you and the rest of the group, studying you carefully. You were vibrating. He couldn’t recall ever seeing you this mad. He almost expected you to go into a rage like Karlach did. He knew you would often put on a mask — one that said everything was fine, everyone was good. You used it because you wanted to be a good leader, because you so often wanted to see the best in the world. He had seen it slip up before, had seen you remove it just for him. But this anger was something entirely new. And it was on his behalf? Astarion grasped that in defending him, not only had you revealed something about yourself, you had made him feel something he had not known in hundreds of years. Respected. Safe. Alive. Not a pawn or tool. A person. He realized that you were both just two people. And that one of you (and maybe if the gods were kind), both of you… stupidly cared for one another.

Fallen for the other. His plan had gone out the window much sooner than he wanted to admit to himself. He hadn’t been performing with you for quite some time. No, he had not been your plaything or object of desire. He had been… himself. A version of himself he had never known he could be. And the final step was to relinquish the thing he was harboring — control. To show you what he truly has to offer. To put his faith in you. And trust that in turn you would listen, and understand. And not immediately stake him through the heart. A thousand scenarios of how his confession would go began to swirl in his head. But his shoulders lifted as you all left the oppressive atmosphere inside. Even the doom and gloom of the Shadlowlands was appreciated over the dark energy swirling in Moonrise Towers. “Well, that was not what I’d expected.” Gale broke the silence first as the party finished crossing the bridge away from the imposing tower. You were about to begin the trek back to your camp. “Ketheric is…” “An abomination.” Lae’zel interjected, her teeth barred slightly as she spoke. Shadowheart let out a loud breath from her nose, “Agreed.” “Everyone in that place is vile.” Wyll grimaced as he looked over his shoulder, “That alchemist…” He glanced over to Astarion, worry plastered over his face. Though the vampire was sure it was for his missing father more than anything, not for him. “She was a little obsessive. But can you blame her?” Astarion put on his usual snark, letting out his fake laugh as he gestured at himself. “It wasn’t obsessive, it was disgusting.” Your voice was low — your distaste was clear. “She didn’t treat you as a person, only an object of her desire.” “She isn’t the first.“ He gave you a sad smile, before quirking his white eyebrows. “Well, she will be the last. And how dare she look to me, to try and get me to what—leash you? Control you? How dare she think of me as your master—“ “Darling,” Astarion grabbed onto your elbow, halting your rant and your movement. “You aren’t Cazador, trust me.” No, Cazador would have leapt at the opportunity. Not even for the potion. The sadistic bastard would make him do it just to get off on his humiliation. You were as opposite of Cazador as there could possibly be. The furrow in your brow softened, before you nodded your head. The pair of you looked around to realize you had stopped in the middle of the pathway, the rest of the party halted as well, watching your interaction. Realizing the sudden attention you cleared your throat, a blush creeping across your cheeks as you turned your attention back to the group. “Well, I think it’s best we get back to camp to strategize, right?” “Right.” Wyll nodded at you with a knowing smile, before you and the warlock started to lead the group again. Astarion’s red eyes trailed after you, a soft look tugging at his features. “You’re looking a little smitten lately, Fangs.” Karlach poked him in the ribs as she walked by, “Don’t worry, they look at you like that too.” She said over her shoulder, before taking extra long steps to catch up with you.

He fought the smile that stretched his lips, before trailing after you.

• • •

Astarion knew he was being anything but subtle as he sat across the campfire from you. His red eyes continually found their way to your figure throughout the evening. The different scenarios he had been imagining in his head were still swirling, consuming his every thought. When he told you his intended plan, but how he had fallen for you instead — how would you react? What if he told you and you laughed? Or screamed? Or attacked? His mind was a cruel, treacherous thing he realized. But his half-dead heart still thumped with the same tune of... hope. What if you had fallen too? Your laughter snapped him back to the present, the joyous sound something he had missed hearing lately. The shadowlands did not leave much time or room for happiness and lighthearted moments. But this evening seemed to be an exception. Gale continued his story, some tale of his about being a foolish boy with much too much time and magic on his hands. The group was hovering and sitting nearby as they listened. Even Shadowheart had joined, a small smile playing at the edges of her lips as she listened with Karlach’s arm slung behind her waist. “The hubris of wizards.” Lae’zel sneered with a roll of her eyes. “I do not understand how you have made it this far in life, istik.” “Dumb luck?” Wyll joked as he ruffled Gale’s brown hair. “Har har," The wizard rolled his eyes, before raising his finger in counterpoint, "But to be fair, the spell was transcribed improperly—" The group groaned collectively, but it was Karlach who spoke up, “Nooooooo, no more talk of proper etiquette and techniques. You’re the only one who cares for it!” He slumped, “Ugh, I miss Tara. She and I would have the most heated debates about proper techniques…” You placed an arm around his shoulders and gave him a half hug. “She is a much better companion than we are then.” You grinned at him, before finishing the last of your meal and placing the empty dish on your lap.

Envy coursed through Astarion at your casual touch with Gale. He wished... He wished he could touch that easily. Be touched that easily, so casually. Without a second thought.

“Are you done?” Shadowheart stood above you, with her small hand outstretched and gesturing to the empty dish in your lap.

“I— oh, yes,” You stumbled over your words before you held it out for her. She grabbed it gently, and you let out quiet words of gratitude. The cleric bowed her head bashfully, before grabbing the other dishes and heading to the river to wash up. Shock went through your face, your eyes shining bright and hopeful. It was the most interaction you’d had all week — and it had been soft and gentle. Remorseful, even. Karlach caught your eye and gave you a small smile — nodding her head in reassurance at you.

Eventually, the tell-tale signs of the camp beginning to wind down for the night started. Gale grabbed a glass of wine and his spellbook, before excusing himself to his makeshift desk near his tent. Wyll and Karlach were now playing cards, chuckling softly between hushed stories. Lae'zel had excused herself for an early night, and Shadowheart remained at the fire pouring over a book she had picked up today. You were kneeling in front of your tent, searching through your pack for something.

The vampire glanced around once more — if he didn't do it now, he didn't know when he would build up the courage to do it again. Standing up, he nervously picked at the sides of his leather pants as he tread closer to your tent. He made purposeful steps as he approached, alerting you of his presence.

"Astarion, hi." You sounded breathless as you stood up quickly, abandoning your belongings on the ground.

“Walk with me?” He quirked his eyebrow, his hands still twitching apprehensively at his side. “Sure,” You said with an easy smile, falling into step by his side as he brought you towards the sandy bed near the river. The sounds and sights of the camp began to get quieter and quieter as you walked away.

You both took in the sights around you, the dim evening light revealing the dark water that was flowing slowly and a quiet breeze that didn't snare in any of the bare branches. “Even with the curse — this place can be quite beautiful sometimes.” His red eyes glanced around before settling back on you, “You think so?”

"I do."

He thought that spoke more about you, then it did about the Shadowlands. Seeing the beauty in somewhere like this, was a reflection of your own. You made him believe that some good and beauty could really be found in such darkness. Clearing his throat, he spoke with his fingers twirling behind his back, “I brought you out here because… I think we need to talk.” You cocked your head, “About what?” “I— I, uh…," His steps stopped, then yours. "I want to thank you.” “For?” He turned to face you, “For what you said while I was in front of that vile drow. I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my master. What I wanted, how I felt about what I was doing, it never mattered. You could have asked me to do the same — to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.” You winced, “I would never — You should never have to do something you don’t want to." “It’s a novel concept, I admit." He gave you a sad smile, "And a little intimidating… it would have been so easy to do it. Just to go along with what I was being told to do. A moment of disgust to force myself through. And then I could have carried on, just like before…”

But things were different now.

“That would’ve been wrong. How she treated you, how he treated you is wrong.”

"I know. I know that now. The entire reason for my existence was to seduce anything with a pulse. And every instinct I have tells me that nothing’s changed. That I’m still just a means to an end... But you made me see that I never stopped thinking like I was still his slave, even in freedom. But I’m more than that. More than a thing to be used.” The vampire stood up a little taller, his chin lifting.

"You are so much more, Astarion. You deserve so much more.” His mouth twitched as he tried to force down the swell of emotion climbing up his stomach and into his throat. “Are you all right?” “Oh yes, I’m fine. I just — feel awful." His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes glancing down to his boots. "Look, I had a plan. A nice, simple plan — seduce you, sleep with you, manipulate your feelings so you’d never turn on me. It was easy — instinctive. Habits from two hundred years of charming people kicked in." He finally looked up at your face, studying intensely for your reaction.

"All you had to do was fall for it. And all I had to do was not fall for you… which is where my nice, simple plan fell apart. You… you’re incredible.” Your eyebrows raised on your face as you stepped a little closer, “Astarion… what are you saying?” “I'm saying... That I’ve fallen for you.” He finally admitted.

A look of astonishment crossed your face, before your lips pulled into the most beautiful smile he had even seen. If you were about to stake him — at least it would be a sweet death.

“And I you.” You whispered back. His mind went berserk, the thudding in his ears amplifying even more. “You — you have?” He sputtered. “Absolutely. Astarion, you are wonderful, you are… My parents paid for some of the best tutors you can find on this continent, and I still can’t think of the words to describe you.”

You both let out breathy nervous laughs, both of your eyes darting across the other's features with grins on your face.

The corners of his mouth turned down as he got serious, his voice thick with emotion. “You deserve something real. I want us to be something real.” “So do I. More than anything.” You admitted, your eyes sparkling with hope and maybe something a little more. “I just don’t know what real looks like. Not after two hundred years playing the rake. Being close to someone — any kind of intimacy— was something I performed to lure people back for him. Even though I know things between us are different, being with someone still feels… tainted. Still brings up those feelings of disgust and loathing. I don’t know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I’d like to.”

Because he did want to. There had been moments with you that had brought him such unexpected bliss, touch and pleasure more euphoric then anything he could have imagined. And he wanted to experience that again with you, all of it with you. But he wanted to experience it without it being marred from his past. “I care about you — deeply. For longer then I should admit… My feelings for you have been about more than sex and attraction for quite some time now.” He knew what you were saying was the truth. He’d seen the look on your face in the Last Light Inn — the hurt and pain etched into it when you thought he only saw you for sex. That in the last few weeks you too, had been stepping away from the physical — and yet, you still spoke to him, protected him, cared for him.

But he couldn't stop the little voice in the back of his mind. "Really? You're sure?"

"I've never been more sure. May I hug you?” You asked carefully, your brows furrowed ever so slightly.

Uncertainty flooded through him. No one had asked his permission like this before. No one had offered affection without some end in sight. But he remembered your previous soft touches, and noticed how cautious you were being now. He nodded his head, convinced. He awkwardly moved his arms out, unsure of how to do this.

You wrapped your arms around him slowly, giving him ample time to change his mind or pull away. He felt your fingers bunch the material on the back of his shirt, tugging at it gently. Your scent filled his nostrils, your warmth seeping into his cold body. No one had very touched him like this, comforted him like this. He choked back the sob that almost escaped him, his mouth puckering before he wrapped his own arms around you — burying his head into the side of your neck and pushing into you more.

Astarion wasn’t sure how long you stood there like that — but he didn’t really care. He hadn't realized how long he had yearned for this, for you.

It took every fiber of his being to pull away from you, but he caught your hand before you could fully pull away. "Honestly, I have no idea what we're doing... or what comes next." He placed his other hand on top of yours, enveloping them with what he hoped was a tender touch. "But I know that this? This is nice."

You gave him another life-changing smile, “It is. Isn’t it?”

He couldn't stop himself from matching your expression, “Gods, I feel so foolish — I don’t know how to do this, to be romantic or anything without—“

You interrupted him softly, “We will learn together. And take our time doing so.”

“Ugh, why do you have to be so patient and kind? It makes me like you even more.” He said exasperatedly, staring at your now intertwined fingers.

You looked up to the now inky black sky, “It’s getting late,”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, “I don’t want to turn in yet. I just got you to myself…”

“There will be more nights, I promise.” You assured him.

His eyebrows rose as he had an idea, but the worry of rejection flooded through him, “Would you, if you wanted, you can say no—“

“Starry.” You gave him a reassuring nod, your eyes telling him to speak up for himself.

“Stay with me tonight?” He asked in a hushed tone.

You quirked your lips, “Perhaps you need more time before we share a tent — even just to sleep. I do not want to rush you.”

“I—I must admit I quite enjoyed having you next to me while we just slept at the inn." He confessed.

“You would be comfortable with that?”

He nodded, “Yes, I believe so.”

“And if you change your mind?”

“I will tell you. I promise.”

“As you wish, love.” You squeezed his fingers once more, before beginning to lead him back towards the camp.

He stumbled behind you for a moment, slightly dazed.

Love. The name made his heart swoon and flutter. Gods, his name on your lips had made him come alive again, but that single word made him feel like he was the only person in the world.

• • •

Thankfully the rest of the party had retired to their tents by the time you two returned. The campfire snuffed out, and supplies tucked away. Scratch had lifted his head from his watch on a rock as you approached, but settled quickly as he saw who it was.

You had changed in your own tent, insisting on that boundary until more time had passed. You had been shivering in your nightclothes as you slipped into his tent and immediately hid under one of his blankets. Astarion had chuckled before joining you, leaving a respectable amount of space between you. A comfortable amount for him, as you insisted.

He couldn't help but look at you laying next to him. When he had laid next to you in the inn he had to force himself to look away, but he allowed himself to now. Your face and hair glowed in the soft light of the few candles he had kept lit. His eyes focused on your lips as you licked them before speaking.

“You are much braver than I am.” You whispered, keeping your voice low so as not to wake your sleeping companions.

The vampire scoffed, “Me? Brave? Darling, don’t make me laugh. I made Karlach wear me like a backpack today to cross over vines.” “To say what you did tonight first… I had been trying to work up the courage but I… I think I care about you so much it just terrified me.”

He had seen you stand up to cambions, run through burning buildings. But that is what terrified you? “Why?” Your brow instantly furrowed, your eyes flashing down. “I… I never thought you would reciprocate. I was happy to take whatever scraps you gave me because I just assumed… I’ve been told I’m hard to love most of my life. Too loud, too much.” “I could never have enough of you.” The words left Astarion’s lips without a second thought. Instant tears formed in your eyes, turning them silver in the glowing candle light. You clutched your chest for a moment, before brushing the tears away, “Oh, you can’t just say things like that.” “Even if they are true?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Astarion… I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

He scoffed, "If anyone should be asking that it’s me.”

You shook your head at his intended self-deprecation, before settling onto the bedroll as you prepared yourself to sleep.

He watched your eyes flutter open and closed for a few times, before he spoke again quietly. “Would you tell me one of the things?”

“Hmmm?” You asked with a hum, your eyes still closed as you rolled slightly closer to hear him. “A few weeks ago you— you said that you wished I could see myself the way you do… How do you see me?”

Though he was overjoyed with you reciprocating his feelings, he couldn’t help but be bewildered by them. Why him? Out of all the people you had met and befriended, why in the hells had you picked him? He was violent, arrogant, traumatized…

Your expression softened as you opened your eyes, a happy sound escaping you as you thought. “I love the way you act when you think no one is looking.” He blinked. “What ever do you mean?” “Oh, when you hum around camp when doing chores or… oh, that cat at the inn. You were so delighted, petting that the little thing.” You smiled at the memory, “Everyone is afraid of being perceived, I know. And with the walls you built around yourself… it is such a lovely sight to see when you let them down for a moment.”

He stared at you in disbelief. You had been seeing him for longer than he realized.

He whispered your name, before choking out. ”I— Thank you.”

You looked over at him like he was the stars in the sky. “Goodnight Astarion.” You said sleepily, your eyes fluttering closed as you began to doze off. “Sweet dreams, darling.” He rolled over onto his back, his eyes moving from your form to close and see you in his dreams instead. A smile tugged on his lips as he fell into his trance.

And so began the nights of you joining him in his slumber.

Even just laying next to him, your presence was a gift. Blanketing him with safety and companionship — granting him a peace he had never known.

The deepest intimacy he had ever experienced. And he wasn’t afraid of it. It wasn’t painful.

And perhaps that is why the moon came up every night — so that the stars did not feel so alone.

Part IV

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marshmallow-phd · 3 years

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Scarlet Moon

Genre: Scarlet Heart Ryeo!AU, Time Travel!AU, Alternate History, Royalty!AU

Pairing: OC x EXO OT9

Summary: This isn’t Gwen’s time. She was from the modern era, with technology and electricity. But during a solar eclipse, she’s transported back into a previous life in a time and place she does not know. Now, as the foreign daughter of a merchant living in a prince’s household, she must tread carefully, watch her back, and guard her heart. But with the princes locked in a battle over the throne, the chances of her making it out alive might disappear.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3

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The paper sliced across the skin before any action could be taken to avoid it. A high pitched hiss followed by a short whine. The flap of skin that had been separated was being dyed red.

Gwen stuck her index finger in her mouth to sooth the stinging. It helped a little bit. Still sucking on the appendage, Gwen stumbled over to the supply closet and opened the thin metal doors with the other hand. She kept this feat up as she opened the first aid kit and pushed around the different types of bandages, trying to decide which one to use. The cut was right on the tip, right where you never want it to be. It was hard to get a band aid on that kind of cut. Eventually, she found a smaller version of a standard design and ripped the paper covering opening. She wrapped the band aid around her index finger before heading for her desk. It was back to the files that had injured her in the first place.

The pile was tall; by her standards, at least. Gwen had been dealing with it for the past hour. The dates on the files needed sorting, separating the ones could be sent to long-term storage. She almost gave out another whine, but she didn’t want the others to hear and start the relentless teasing. Her coworkers were quick and very witty.

It was a friendly floor. Everyone joked and played around without the fear of feelings being hurt. If Gwen didn’t have to do the actual work that came with the office space, she wouldn’t mind staying here forever. But dealing with these files and demanding customers and meeting quotas was not what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. Not that Gwen knew exactly what it was that she did want to do. She’d tried a lot of things over the last few years in her slow going college years. Marketing, history, education - hell, she even took several makeup courses and skincare lessons that focused on natural resources. None of it stuck, none of it held her interest, though the information could be recalled if needed.

“You alright there, Gwen?”

Drudging up from the bowels of her thoughts, Gwen looked up at Kimberly, who had stopped at her desk on the way back from the printer.

“Yeah,” Gwen nodded with a sigh. “Just… ready for the week to be over.”

“Ain’t that the consensus,” Kimberly laughed.

“How are the dogs?” Gwen was seizing the opportunity to distract herself from work. Kimberly owned two dogs with opposite personalities. One was the well-mannered older brother, the other was the skittish, hyper younger brother. She loved to talk about them and there was never a shortage of entertaining stories.

Kimberly rolled her eyes. “Kurt is back to back to demanding his breakfast at five a.m. Oh, but Kent now does this thing where he walks backwards. Whenever he starts doing that, we’ll beep at him. You know, like the garbage trucks? Then he gets all shy and hides his head.”

Gwen couldn’t stop giggling at the thought. “Oh, the poor thing!”

“You’ll have to see it next time you come over.”

“I can’t wait.”

As Kimberly walked away, Gwen sighed. She didn’t get out too much and the humor that most of her socializing outside of work was with one of her coworkers wasn’t lost on her. Just another dart to throw at the board that was Gwen Sinclair.

It wasn’t like her life was a complete disaster. Really, it could have been worse. She could imagine a thousand different scenarios that she could be living right now that were worse off then her current situation. Truthfully, if glanced at from the outside, Gwen’s life was simply... mediocre. She was blessed with tolerable roommates, an okay job that provided a nice paycheck for a twenty-three-year-old who had yet to finish college. But… the loneliness was killing her and overall, she was craving for something more.

She was exhausted from obligation and responsibility. She wished to go back to the days where she read about adventure and intrigue and imagined some day living that out herself. After having those words in her hands, she felt empty in her reality. Somehow, each day felt even more draining.

With the end of another workday, Gwen packed up the files that still needed to be sorted, locked up her cabinets and tugged on her coat as she waved goodbye to Kimberly and the others. A few other coworkers were chatting excitedly about the solar eclipse happening in a few minutes. Gwen, however, was annoyed. Annoyed at the fact that all anyone - online or in person - could talk about was the solar eclipse, as if it was the only one that had ever been seen in this generation. When one person mentioned the eclipse, it was fine. When it was every post and every comment and every conversation, it felt a little ridiculous. Gwen couldn’t care less about the event. Getting home was her current priority. But escaping wasn’t that easy.

For the millionth time, Gwen rolled her eyes as she scrolled through the newsfeed, waiting for her car to warm up in the parking garage. The weather was cold and dreary, slowing down her progress on getting home. Puffs of steam escaped her lips in the below freezing temperature. Other employees hurried past the back of her car to get to their own tiny sanctuaries. An alert for a new email popped up at the top of the phone screen. From the quick scan of the notification, she saw that it was from her eastern history professor. He wanted to go over the latest paper from class. Oh, no. That was never a good sign.

Gwen huffed, threw her car into reverse, and pulled out of the parking space. First the papercut, now this.

Since all her classes were online, Gwen had the minor luxury to not be forced to talk to her professor face to face, which surely would have been humiliating. But it couldn’t be avoided completely. She’d email him back once she arrived home. Or maybe she’d put it off until tomorrow. Dealing with this was the last thing she wanted to do. Stress was already causing her skin to revert back to puberty, she didn’t need this as well.

Her phone rang and she struggled to answer it while carefully winding down the levels of the garage. It was Jaynie, the favorite of the roommates.

“Hey, Janie, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if you were coming straight home today.”

Gwen smirked, knowing exactly where this was going.

Over the past several months, a bit of an obsession had developed with Korean dramas. The shows the two of them consumed were different from the same old, boring American television and there were years worth of stories to choose from. Currently, they were in the middle of another romantic comedy. While Gwen loved the storyline and was in a constant state of swoon, as soon as the credits started rolling, she was reminded how pathetically uninteresting her life was. But those sixty plus minutes of pure escapism made it all worth the crash that came afterwards.

Gwen tried to wait patiently in the line to leave the parking garage, but her frustration was getting the better of her. It was stop and go, stop and go, stop and go.

“I’m planning on it. That is, if people decide any day now to not drive idiotically.”

“Ugh, I had the same problem on my way home.”

Curious. Both of them worked in the downtown area. “How did you get home so fast?” Gwen asked.

“I got off a little early today.”

“Lucky.” Her accounting job often led to flexible hours. Gwen was jealous of that level of freedom.

The road was slick from the freezing rain. Weather like this brought out all the stupid drivers as if this wasn’t a yearly occurrence. She was careful to look both ways before exiting the garage and inching into the street. What she didn’t account for was the other emptying lot across the street. A large black SUV pulled out right at the same time, but went too fast, hitting the water that was slowly turning to ice on the asphalt.

With no time to react, the SUV slammed into the side of Gwen’s compact car. Glass from the driver’s side window shattered and sprayed her face. Her phone flew out of her hand. The crunch of metal hit her ears before she could fully process what had happened. With the force of the collision, her forehead slammed against the steering wheel before the airbag deployed. The sound of screams echoed around her, but the words were unintelligible. Slumped over in her seat, a shadow creeped over the scene. Through the slits of her barely open eyes, Gwen watched as the sun disappeared behind the moon. Then all went black.

********

The water was what brought her back. It filled her lungs and surrounded her on all sides. She flailed her limbs, desperate for traction that couldn’t be found. Her clothing weighed her down, the hems being pulled as if hands had gripped tight on them. She needed a miracle. And a miracle she got. Two hands held onto one of her wrists and pulled her to the surface.

She gasped for air as her rescuer struggled to bring her to shore. The cloth that covered her felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds, making it nearly impossible to move. Water made its way up her throat, spilling over her lips. Her lungs were finally clear. They took in as much oxygen as they were allowed, burning with each brath.

“Lady Gwen! Lady Gwen!”

A young girl blocked out the bright sun. She shook Gwen’s shoulders desperately.

Gwen’s brain processed that the girl was not speaking English, but… she could understand her. The girl’s damp, dark hair was pulled into halves on either side of her face held in place by wide red straps. She looked at Gwen with deep concern, like a lifelong friend. But Gwen was sure she had never seen this girl before in her life.

“My Lady, can you hear me?” she asked frantically.

“Who are you?” Gwen finally choked out.

That made the girl pause in her panic. “What?”

Slowly regaining her strength, Gwen pushed herself up to her knees. As her eyesight cleared, she took in her surroundings. Gone were the tall metal and glass buildings, traffic lights, and speeding cars of her modern home. Now all that surrounded her were trees and a sandy beach of a large, calm lake. In the distance, wooden houses with curved rooftops, painted in bright reds and greens dotted the horizon. The heaviness that weighed her down was a dress made of too many layers and of no western fashion that she’d ever experienced before.

Whispers bounced around the rocky shore. All the faces that were looking on with concern around were unfamiliar. Gwen grabbed the hair cascading down her back, but it was still the red she knew, darker from the dampness of being pulled out of the water but still her hair.

“Where am I?” she asked in a quiet, gasping voice.

“My Lady, don’t you remember?” The girl panicked. “You’re in Songak. Goryeo.”

“Goryeo?” Gwen screeched. All the minor details she could summon up of the country came rushing to the forefront of her mind. It was information overload and her brain couldn’t handle it. Her lungs tried desperately to keep up, breathing in as much air as they could, but her throat was closing up from the panic. The landscape blurred and she fell to the ground.

********

She was in a bed this time when she regained consciousness. The room was cold and dimly lit with soft, orange candlelight. A man, Caucasian unlike the others, sat beside the bed on a stool, worry etched into every facet of his face.

“Gwen, sweet, are you all right?”

English. He was speaking English. But that was a footnote of comfort to the bigger problem. She still didn’t know what had happened to her or how she got here or who these people were that seemed to know her. The man, who was about in his mid-forties with salt and pepper hair, smiled down at her, though his eyes were confused. “Gwen, does it hurt anywhere? Can you tell me if you hit your head?”

Gwen took a moment, to calm down and to evaluate what she was feeling physically. Her head didn’t hurt, nor did any other part of her body. Wordlessly, she shook her head. The man seemed relieved.

“Are you all right?” He asked again, a different meaning under the question this time. “Chae Ryung said you couldn’t remember her or that we were in Goryeo? Do you at least remember your papa?”

Gwen weighed the choices in her mind. There wasn’t a mirror around, but she started to wonder if she had taken the place of someone else. Someone who knew these strangers. She could say that she didn’t know any of them - the truth - but would they think her mad if she spilled too much? Perhaps she could say she remembered a few things. Like him, if he is this poor girl’s father. Why am I here? In this time?

Choosing to comprise with herself, she gave the smallest of nods. “Papa.” Sitting up, she pulled him into a hug and there was something comforting about his embrace. This body remembered him, at least.

“What happened?” she asked after she let go.

“Chae Ryung said that you’d wandered off again and she found you, you’d been the water a long time.” The man, Papa, sucked in a breath, his eyes beginning to water. His genuine concern over her wellbeing made Gwen choke up as well. “The doctor said you stopped breathing. That could explain your lost memories.”

Good. The excuse was already in her hands. That should make it easy enough to play along while being forgiven for any missteps. But they shouldn’t be in Goryeo. That didn’t make any sense, historically. If anything, they might have been in Joseon – late Joseon. Was this some sort of alternate timeline? Or maybe she hit her head really hard in the car crash and this is really all a dream from the stress of her paper and too much K-drama.

Yes. Too much K-drama.

That had to be the explanation. This was all a strange dream. Which meant, she could play along and not be afraid. She could ask questions and live out the day until she woke back up in her own time, most likely in a hospital with a bandage on her head and her mother fretting over her.

She glanced around the room, taking in the architecture that she had only ever seen in pictures. In person, it was even more stunning and intricate. This wasn’t an ordinary citizen’s home. Interesting. What else could her brain come up with? “Why are we in Goryeo?”

“Your father’s a merchant, remember?” He spoke slowly. Each word was deliberate, giving Gwen time to process. Good filler for her mind. “I made a large fortune here and planned on taking you back home, but… your mother is buried here. We couldn’t leave her behind.”

A wave of emotion hit out of nowhere. Though her mother was alive and well, it didn’t stop a tear from escaping. “Mama.”

Papa wiped it away with a coarse finger. Gwen gasped back, surprised by the realness of the touch. Her dreams were never this intricate. The blanket strone across her lap scrunched in her fingers. It was cold and soft… and very real.

She wasn't dreaming, was she?

Confused by her reaction, Papa paused for a moment before continuing his explanation. “The eighth prince is graciously letting us stay with him while we wait on the construction of our home to be complete.”

The eighth prince?

Panic grew tenfold. If this wasn’t a dream, then she was in very big trouble. If history told her one thing, it was that proximity to royalty was the most dangerous place to be. Gwen might possibly have been able to skate by if they were simply staying in some unknown village far from the capital, but they were in a prince’s home. Which meant they were in… Songak, the capital city, just like that girl – Chae Ryung – had said. Right under the King’s nose. Breathing became difficult again. Each one was shallow, barely letting in any oxygen. Gwen could feel her chest tighten and her vision blurred.

“Gwen!” Papa jumped up and tried to keep her straight to give her lungs as much room as possible. He switched to Korean as he called out over his shoulder, “Someone, get the doctor! Now!” Shuffling sounds echoed off the floor on the other side of the sliding door and then faded away.

A minute later, breathing no better, two men and a woman rushed inside along with Chae Ryung. The older man stepped in front of Papa and took his place. He pushed Gwen’s shoulders gently until she was lying down. Two cold fingers against her wrist checked her pulse. The other, much younger man stepped up to Papa.

“What happened?”

Papa frowned. “It seems she’s lost some of her memories. I was explaining why we were here when suddenly she had trouble breathing.” He stopped, struggling with his own breath. “I’m sorry we’ve become a burden to you, Your Highness.”

Gwen’s breathing was regaining strength and she was able to concentrate on the conversation. So that was the eighth prince. He was younger than she would have guessed, handsome even, if she had to focus on something other than her lack of breath.

“Do not think such a thing,” the Eighth Prince replied. “Your presence has greatly improved the household. Lady Gwen will get better with time.”

Papa bowed, obviously grateful at the response. He turned to the woman. “Lady Hae, may I enquire after your own health?”

“Today is a better day,” she smiled, though her pale, drained complexion said otherwise. “Please, don’t worry about me. Keep your thoughts for your daughter.”

The doctor released Gwen’s wrist, satisfied with the improvement of her pulse and breathing. He stood up.

“It was a mild panic attack,” the doctor said calmly to Papa. “If it happens again, she should lie down and focus on her breathing. The incident at the lake seems to have taken a toll on her body. She simply needs rest. In time, her memories and her body will recover.”

Gwen didn’t agree with that statement fully. This body might get better in time, but there was no way memories that didn’t exist would ever return. One by one, the occupants left the room until it was only Gwen and Papa remaining behind. Silence hung in the air. After a moment, Papa sat down on the stool and took Gwen’s hand.

“I was worried I had lost you,” he whispered.

Gwen’s eyes fell down to the blanket covering her legs. Things were becoming clearer to her now. This was not a dream and she was no longer Gwen Sinclair from the twenty-first century. Something must have happened. She didn’t know what exactly had occurred or what would happen now, but she was here. And little did this man – known only to her as “Papa” – know that he had indeed lost his daughter. The face may be the same, but the Gwen inside was different. She would try her best to be good to him, at least until she found a way to get back to her own family. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

********

The next morning, the doctor, along with the Eighth Prince, came back to check on Gwen. The doctor commented that her pulse was stronger and that she seemed well on the road to full health. However, he still insisted on keeping her on bedrest.

Bored with these same walls and too curious about her temporary home, Gwen sat up. If she was going to be here for a while, she might as well get to know it. “I’m fine. Please, don’t make me stay in here all day. The sun and air is good for you, isn’t it?”

The sudden rebelliousness against the doctor’s suggestion did not seem to sit well with any of them. Gwen gave Papa a pleading look. A father couldn’t resist those eyes. He sighed, turning to the doctor. “Perhaps, a little exercise in walking around the grounds would be all right?”

The doctor looked reluctant, but he agreed. “But she shouldn’t overexert herself.”

“Chae Ryung will stay with her,” the Eighth prince ordered. “If you’ll please excuse me, I must meet with my brothers.” He bowed and left, followed by the doctor.

Having heard her name from the hallway, Chae Ryung shuffled quickly inside and over to Gwen, holding out her arms for the latter to balance on as she slid off of the bed. “Are you sure you want to go outside?”

Gwen nodded. “Yes. Perhaps seeing more of this place will help jog my memory.”

Chae Ryung tilted her head. “How can your memory jog?”

Gwen snorted, both at Chae Ryung’s confusion and at herself for the slip of the modern phrase. “Sorry, I just meant, maybe my memories will come back.”

“Oh.” The look on her face was enough to make Gwen laugh again.

Gwen scolded herself internally. She had to be more careful with her words. Every step was one on thin ice. She couldn’t change who she was, not completely, but she would have to pull back. Chae Ryung, however, felt safe, like a shelter from the rain. With her, Gwen could find answers that might be dangerous to seek elsewhere. Straightening her shoulders, Gwen smiled broadly and took her newest friend’s hand. Chase Ryung grinned brightly at her and guided her out of the room.

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eeveecryptid · 4 years

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※ BORDERLANDS: CL4P-TP EDITION

Various lines that Claptrap bots have said through Borderlands 1, Pre-Sequel and 2. feel free to change pronouns if needed. May include nsfw material. ( BL3 version here )

"Wow! You're not dead?" "Hey, check me out everybody! I'm dancin', I'm dancin'!" "Unce! Unce! Unce! Unce! Ooo, oh check me out. Unce! Unce! Unce! Unce! Oh, come on get down." "Yoo-hoooooooooo!" "I am the best robot. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I am the best robot. Ooh, ooh, here we go!" "Hey! Over here! I'm over here!" "Still haven't found the Vault?" "I'm over here!” "Rrrrrgh...this isn't working!" "Unce! Unce! I think I lost the beat... but, Unce! Unce!" "Wanna hear a new dubstep song I wrote? Wub! Wub--" "(name) asked me to tell you about a, uh, ‘little sumthin' sumthin'’ s/he needs done. You should ask him/her about it!" "Did you find the Vault yet?" "Sure is lonely around here." "Oh my God, I'm leaking! I think I'm leaking! Ahhhh, I'm leaking! There's oil everywhere!" "I can see through time..." "My servos... are seizing..." "I can see... the code." "I don't like this... this is making me nervous. Take a deep breath- I can't breathe! This is just a recording of someone breathing! It's not real! It's just making me more nervous!" "I'm detecting a motor unit malfunction... I can't move! I'm paralyzed with fear!" "Please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me, please don't shoot me!" "Turning off the optics... they can't see me..." "The traveler will protect me. The traveler will protect me." "Good as new, I think. Am I leaking?" "The box is awaiting your attention." "Please open the box." "Yeah? Well, hmph!" [ gives the finger ] "Good luck!" "There's more to learn!" "Let me teach you the ways of magic!” "Magic waits for no one, apprentice!" "Still working on that quest?" "Shouldn't you be murdering something about now?" "Hey! You're TALKING to me! And I didn't even have an exclamation point over my head! This is the BEST day of my life!" "Sooooo... how are things?" "Hey, best friend!" "Yessss, look into my eyes. You're getting sleepy. You're getting... zzzzzz... Zzzzzz..." "Success! My spell to make you want to hang out with me worked!" "Stay a while, and listen. Oh god, please -- PLEASE! -- stay a while." "Away with thee!" "Don't you worry, minion! Give me one good shot at that (name) dude and I'll take them right out! I... just got some stuff to do first." "We've really come a long way, haven't we, minion? And you're still just as loyal as ever! Who's a good minion? You are! Yes you are!" "Yessiree! This whole place would completely fall apart without old Claptrap keeping things humming along!" "As a robot, I'm completely immune to (name)’s gas attacks. But that hasn't stopped me from incessantly cowering!" "And I thought bandits were bad BEFORE they had nightmare plants growing out of them!" "You already saved Pandora? But... but I'M the hero of Pandora! It's on my business card! I ORDERED SO MANY OF THEM!" "Sanctuary's gone? But the bank! All my stuff! All my crucial information! YES! I'M OFF THE GRID, BABY! NO MORE CREDITORS! Seriously, I owe a lot of people a lot of money." " The Vault Map is gone! Forever! It will never be found. Never, ever, ever-- is what I'll say to everyone I know while I look for it. " “ I can do more than open doors, sir/ma’am! We CL4P-TP units can be programmed to do anything from open doors to ninja-sassinate highly important Janitor-y officials! ” “ I once started a revolution myself. There were lots of guns and a lot of dying. You'd think I would have gotten some better benefits out of the whole thing but no, demoted back to door-opening servitude! ” “ ---Remember what? Are... are you my father? ” “ Are you god? Am I dead? ” “ I'M DEAD I'M DEAD OHMYGOD I'M DEAD! ” “ Thanks for giving me a second chance, (name). I really appreciate it. ” " Hey everybody! Check out my package! " " Let's get this party started! " " Glitching weirdness is a term of endearment, right? " " This time it'll be awesome, I promise! " " Look out everybody! Things are about to get awesome! " " Eww, what flavor is red? " "Where'd all my bullets go?" " Bullets are dumb. " " I need tiny death pellets! " " RUN FOR YOUR LIIIIIVES! " " Oh, s/he's big...REALLY big! " " I am a tornado of death and bullets! " " Stop me before I kill again, except don't! " " There is no way this ends badly! " " This is why I was built! " " You call yourself a badass? " " Is it dead? Can- can I open my eyes now? " " I didn't panic! Nope, not me! " " Not so tough after all! " " I have gaskets tougher than you! " " That was me! I did that! " " Don't tell me that wasn't awesome! " " Wait, did I really do that? " " Aww! Now I want a snow cone. " " Freeze! I don't know why I said that. " " I can't feel my fingers! Gah! I don't have any fingers! " " Why do I even feel pain?! " " Why did they build me out of galvanized flesh?! " " That looks like it hurts! " " Oh, quit falling to pieces. " " Is that what people look like inside? " " Huh, robot's don't do that. " " Disgusting. I love it! " " It's about to get magical! " " You can't just program this level of excitement! " " Push this button, flip this dongle, voila! Help me! " " Square the I, carry the 1... YES! " " I have an IDEA! " " Round and around and around she goes! " " It's like a box of chocolates. " " If I had veins, they'd be popping out right now! " " Roses are red and/Violets are blue/Wait... how many syllables was that? " " Aww, I should've drawn tattoos on you! " " Tell me I'm the prettiest! " " Trouncy, flouncy... founcy... those aren't words. " " The robot is dead, long live the robot! " " Take these, gorgeous, you'll feel better! " " Some days, you just can't get rid of an obscure pop-culture reference. " " Oh darn, oh boy, oh crap, oh boy, oh darn. " " Do not look behind my curtain! " " I'm made of magic! " " Like those guys who made only one song ever. " " Everybody, dance time! Da-da-da-dun-daaa-da-da-da-dun-daaa! " " I brought you a present: EXPLOSIONS! " " Is this really canon? " " ... You're dead to me. " “ Nobody hurts my friends! " " Wubwubwub. Dubstep dubstep. Wubwubwubwub DROP! Dubstep! " " I'll stop talking when I'm dead! " " I'll die the way I lived: annoying! " " Come back here! I'll gnaw your legs off! " " This could've gone better! " " You look like something a skag barfed up! " " What's that smell? Oh wait, it's just you! " " Yo momma's so dumb, she couldn't think of a good ending for this 'yo momma' joke! " " You're one screw short of a screw! " " I bet your mom could do better! " " Good thing I don't have a soul! " " I'll never go back to the bad place! " " I have many regrets! " " Can I just say... yeehaw. " " You're the wub to my dub! " " So... does this make me your favorite? " " What are YOU doing down here? " " We're like those buddies in that one show! " " This is no time to be lazy! " " You can thank me later! " " You love me, right? " " You, me... keeping on... together? " " You versus me! Me versus you! Either way! " " Dance battle! Or, you know... regular battle. " " You wanna fight with me?! Put 'em up!.. Put 'em up? " " A million baddies, and you wanna hit me? Aww! " " I am so impressed with myself! " " Ha ha, this is in no way surprising! Ha ha! " " Don't bother with plastic surgery - there's NO fixing that! " " I am right behind you, Vault Hunting friend! " " I can do that too! ... Sorta... Except not. " " You jerks have NO idea what you're in for! " " I'm so glad I'm not one of those guys right now! " " YOU! ARE! SCARY! " " That is in no way disturbing. " " I did a challenge? I did a challenge! " " Glad I didn't mess that up. " " I feel... complete!.. That's weird. " " I actually did something right for once! " " Hmmm, the possibilities are an infinite recursion. " " Do any of these come with a new paint job? " " Which of these gives me my free will back? " " The moon is not enough! " " I'd do anything for a man/woman with a gun. " " At least I still have my teeth! " " Coffee? Black... like my soul. " " Crazy young whippersnappers... " " I've finally got an electric personality! " " Wait, this isn't vegetable juice! " " Cool! Now we're both super-crazy-amazing! " " These are the best kind of cooties! " " Can I shoot something now? Or climb some stairs? SOMETHING exciting? " " Times like these, I really start to question the meaning of my existence. Then I get distra-hey! What's this? This looks cool! " " It would really stink if I couldn't control what I was thinking. Like, who wants to know that I'm thinking about cheese and lint, right? " " How does math work? Does this skin make me look fat? If a giraffe and a car had a baby, would it be called a caraffe? Life's big questions, man. " " Who needs memories when I can do all this cool stuff? Stuff that I currently am not doing! That's what I'd like to call a 'hint'. " " Does this mean I can start dancing? Pleeeeeeaaaaase? " " Ya know when there was that Vault monster scare? I had these friends, and boy times sure were scary! But, I didn't care because I had friends, and they were like... super-friends! And then they left me, but they saved the world and I was like 'I know those guys!' Even though they never came back after that I still knew they cared, because no one had ever been... nice to me before. ... What is this? My eye is like... leaking. " " It's really quiet... and lonely... (hums briefly) Also this 'stopped moving' thing makes me uncomfortable. It gives me time to stop and think... literally. I'VE STOPPED, AND I'M THINKING! IT HURTS ME! " " Oh. My. God. What if I'm like... a fish? And, if I'm not moving... I stop breathing? AND THEN I'LL DIE! HELP ME! HELP MEEEEE HEE HEE HEEE! HHHHHHHELP! " " Ahem, ahem. What's going on? Did I break something? " “ You hear me, (name)?! You killed my friends! You destroyed my product line! I am the last Claptrap in existence, AND I AM GOING TO TEABAG YOUR CORPSE! ” “ You think a door can stop me, (name)?! I was MADE to open doors! ” “ Dammit, (name) - how did you know stairs were my ONLY weakness?! Next to electrocution, and explosions, and gunfire, rust, corrosion, being kicked a lot, viruses, being called bad names, falling from great heights, drowning, adult onset diabetes, being looked at funny, heart attacks, exposure to oxygen, being turned down by women, and pet allergens! Your brilliance is matched only by your malevolence! ” “ I'm just gonna go ahead and cloak now. You can't hear me crying if I cloak! (sobbing) stairs, why did it have to be stairs? I'll never climb those stairs! ”

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shadowed-dancer · 5 years

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Cleaved Rewrite

So… if you haven't watched Cleaved yet, go do so. This will contain spoilers.

As promised a week ago, here is my rewrite for cleaved. It’s all for fun, so be nice please.

Despite what I'm about to do, I didn't hate the finale. It could have been better, but it wasn't that bad either. This is just for fun, I still have the greatest respect for the svtfoe team and what they created. I'm dividing my idea into two episodes to allow for more time to breathe.

Episode 1 of the finale would begin with Star arguing with Moon about destroying the magic. Eclipsa and Moon could bring up the idea that they could fight, since three Queens going against Mina could do the trick. I'm going to write some dialogue, bear with me ok?

Star: No, Mom! 3 Queens aren't enough… but what if there were more!

Moon: What?

Star: What if we had more Queens? I've seen them! Inside the grandma room in Glossaryk’s weird eye dimension! I could go there and get them to help us!

Eclipsa: Star, are you sure that's a good idea? Even if it was possible, the past Queens may not want to help us (she lowers her gaze and holds Meteora's arm, clearly thinking of Solaria)

Star: Of course they'll help us, their my grandmas! Glossaryk!

Glossaryk: What?

(Star tries to grab his eye but he covers it and flies out of reach)

Glossaryk: Sorry Star, but that's enough eyeball time for one day.

Star: But I need to go back to the Grandma room! I need their help!

Glossaryk: Well going in my eye won't help you, if you need your Grandmas, you can find them in the magic dimension.

Marco takes the wand and he and Star go to the magic dimension while Moon and Eclipsa go back to Mewni. Moon and Eclipsa help River and Eddie access the sanctuary and heal Globgor. The other glow wounded are also brought and healed (remember when that was a plan? Because the characters seemed to forget that was something they had to do). Once they're healed though, Mina crashes in through the wall.

Meanwhile, Star and Marco learn the healing properties of pudding in the magic. Star splits off so she can find her grandmas, while Marco fights with Tom. Marco DOESN’T get stabbed because that lead to no conflict and was unnecessary tension. Tom eventually turns back after some pudding and they have to fight the tiny baby unicorns. We cut to Star, who is searching everywhere she could think to find the grandmas. It’s no luck though. Back with Tom and Marco, they learn that feeding the unicorns pudding reverts them back to being good.

Star has been having no luck tracking down the grandmas and cries or in frustration. She decides to go with her first plan and says the whispering spell, but it doesn't work. The more she tries, the more frustrated it gets. That's when she hears whispers beginning to surround her. She looks up and we get that cool shot of the Queens coming out from the smoke. It cuts to a shot of Star in the centre of this smoke cloud with the eyes and cheekmarks of the past Queens glowing, then it cuts to black. The credit sequence is just a simple panning shot of the grandma room with the Queens missing from the tapestries (besides Moon, Eclipsa, and Star). It ends on Star’s tapestry before cutting to black

(I’m putting this in here because I want to address it. I wanted the Queens to be a big part of the finale simply because they’ve been teased since season 2 and have an entire book dedicated to them. Daron herself called the book “season 3.5” so I feel like they should have been featured a little more.)

Second episode begins with our group in the magic sanctuary hiding from Mina. They are healed, but are still weak and a bit nervous to fight. Moon says she’ll distract Mina and tries to talk to her, but it just ignites a fight. During the fight, the people try to get to safety but Mina catches them. She grabs Globgor (unable to size shift since he's so tired) and she excitedly says she's got what she came for, then heads back to shore.

Back in the magic, the Queens surround Star. They can ask what she needs (that's right we hear them talk!) and Star can explain her plan. They tell her that they will help her, but if too many of them use magic at once, the magic will go a little wild and will reset everything so it’s all balanced (just role with it, ok?) They go find Marco and Tom and they ask what the plan of attack is, since attacking from the ground seems like a bad idea against soldiers that can crush you. The Queens all mutter amongst themselves but it pans over to Jushtin, crouched in a corner writing some math equation using the magic goo on a crystal. He mumbles to himself before turning around and saying, “I've got an idea, but I'm going to need those.” He then points to the baby unicorns, who have been turned good again.

Back on Mewni, Mina is walking away with Globgor. Enraged by this, Eclipsa bursts out her Butterfly form for the first time and begins attacking. Moon follows her lead and also begins attacking in Butterfly form, but it's no use. Mina is just that powerful. That's when they hear it, a gurgling from the magic sanctuary. They turn around and see through the broken wall that something is coming up from the well. The Queens burst out, on the backs of unicorns with wings (the unicorns can be grown up so the characters can actually fit in them). Mina whistles and her soldiers come to her side. While the gang of previously glow wounded characters all get on a horse and begin to fight (Kelly can be with Jorby, Tom can be flying by himself, and maybe Marco can somehow have Nachos with him).

The fight begins, and there's an epic clash against the two sides features all our favourites performing their own awesome stuff, but it's no good. That's when the Queens bust out some spells. The don't have to be spells from their chapters, but I've always had this cool idea for a shot zooming past every Queen from newest to oldest as they shout out a spell, starting with Star’s narwhal blast and ending with Skywynne calling the Warnicorn stampede. The dust settles and they believe they won, but nope. Mina gets up, laughing. She calls it a good try, but says that they pledged allegiance to Queen Solaria. We then hear Solaria's voice call “then stop!” Mina looks down in shock. Here's a cringey dialogue set.

Solaria: If you've pledged your allegiance to me, then hear me now and stop this madness.

Mina: But my Queen! The monsters! They've been ruining this kingdom for far too long! And what about THAT abomination? (She points at Meteora, still in her baby carrier”

Solaria: You must stop this Mina

Warrior: Mina, she's giving us an order.

Mina: No! The Solaria I knew would never back down from a chance to stand up against these monsters! You’re not my Solaria!

Solaria: No, I guess I’m not.

Solaria sighs and begins to recite the spell with no name. The other Queens (Star, Moon, Eclipsa, and Meteora included) join her (but now the spell is this cool, revised version)

“We call the spell which has no name

An old Queen’s gift, with which she reigned

Eclipsa our hearts with rightful power

Stand before the Queens and cower!”

The spells shoot out, annihilating the warriors (only the suits though, the helmets are fine) but they just keep going. As everyone panics to figure out a solution, everything begins to glow yellow as the magic “resets itself”. We get the same cute shot we got in the actual episode where Moon looks at Comet and Solaria touches Meteora’s cheek, maybe this time with some dialogue. Everything flashes yellow and the Queens are gone

We see that the Solarian warriors are ok since only the armour was destroyed and they are up in the helmets. They've had a change of heart. Star goes to Mina’s armour and opens the helmet to see her body gone, but her smaller helmet is still inside. This leaves it on the same kind of cliffhanger we actually got.

Star looks around and sees the damage caused by the spells is gone, but Marco is gone too! She looks up and sees a portal in the sky and begins racing towards it. We see him back on Earth with Janna.

This is where the ending is the same. Marco wakes up, a portal is in the sky, he races out to get it (literally shot for shot the same, I loved this scene and I wouldn't change anything about it). The portal explodes as they both just miss it but then we learn everything has been cleaved together. We get to see MORE of our friends on Earth (Tom and his family, Penelope and Slime, Buff Frog and his kids) then get their final “hi” exchange. The credits are the same since the score is just so gorgeous.

Hope you enjoyed reading my rewrite. Despite the time I took to write this, I still appreciate what the Svtfoe team created. Thank you.

#svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil #star butterfly #moon butterfly #skywynne queen of hours #jushtin the uncalculated #jushtin the boy queen #solaria the monster carver #eclipsa queen of darkness #festivia the fun #dirhhennia the heaped #crescenta the eager #rhina the riddled #celena the shy #estrella the drafted #comet the chef #queens of mewni

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bohemian-napsodyy · 5 years

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Somebody Else Is All You Need (PART 3)

Summary: What first seems like a moment of overthinking for you soon turns into something much worse than that when you find Rami with Lucy. Is a moment away from your boyfriend all you need, or will it take more than that to heal your heart?

I know it’s been a while since I last updated this series, so if you need a little refresher or you’re new to this series (welcome! :), here’s PART 1 and PART 2

Word Count: 4.4k (whOopSiEs)

Warnings: swears, it’s angsty, but otherwise it’s about the same as part 1 and two, so nothing too major

A/N: Well, here it is folks! The final part to Somebody Else Is All You Need. I’m still kind of in disbelief that a fic I wrote intending to be a one-shot is now a three-part series! haha, that’s amazing! Thank you for all the support, it means so much to me and it’s helped me find the motivation to continue writing. I wouldn’t still be posting fics without you all, so thank you!

Thank you to the anon who suggested we see Rami’s point of view in this one! If you’re out there reading this, I really appreciated your suggestion and I decided to incorporate it! I had to credit you, since it was technically your idea, not mine. Thank you for mentioning it to me, it was a lovely idea

I made a playlist to go along with this, as a little “hurrah!” to celebrate the end of this series. It’s a nice little thing to listen to if you’ve got a long commute, or just need to unwind after a long day. Here you go, I hope you like it

https://open.spotify.com/user/otisandpepper/playlist/31dgSwoNLUDFEH3HTPZD1F?si=qrGxgJIxR-GnfzJGS7Kd2g

(even if you choose not to listen to the playlist, at least consider giving this one a listen. It was the inspiration for the series actually, back when it was just a oneshot :) you can interpret it how you like! ;)

Rami couldn’t understand why you had to keep slipping out of his grasp.

He had only wanted to talk. He knew that if he had ten minutes with you, he’d find a way to get you to forgive him and stay. You had broken him down to the most vulnerable, fragile version of himself when he so much as discovered your car in the driveway. He was over the moon that you had finally come back. This was the chance he had been waiting with trembling hands, and a trembling heart, for.

But then Rami saw your suitcase. He heard the doorbell ring. He saw Gwilym.

That’s when the vertigo set in.

Things were still spinning, even though you had left over fifteen minutes ago. Was that anger that was making him clench and unclench his jaw over and over? Or was he trying to hold back the sob that made his throat feel like it was folding in on itself?

God, Rami wished he could just stop fucking counting every minute he had to spend without you. It was all getting to be too much, especially since this time you never said when you’d return.

If you’d return.

Rami tried closing his eyes as he sunk to a crouch on the entrance hall floor, but that did no good. The hurt and betrayal that was reflected in your eyes when he tried to stop you from leaving was all he could see. He couldn’t keep his eyes open either, because it seemed like every little thing his gaze landed upon only served to bring to light another memory of the time you spent together:

The tiny splotch of a coffee stain on the wall from when he chased you down the hallway, only to have you slip in your socks, knocking Rami down with you and splashing coffee from your mug all over the place.

The photo of Freddie you had put on the mantle as a way to celebrate his birthday back in September, but which you never bothered to take down. You always joked that Freddie was watching over the two of you.

The final straw proved to be the photo Rami had hung in the entrance hall of the two of you together. You were both smiling like complete idiots as you stood on a bridge in Amsterdam last Christmas. It would’ve been a lovely picture, had it not been for the fact that it was pouring rain that day, and as a result both of you were squinting at the camera to try and prevent raindrops from falling in your eyes.

But it ended up being your favourite photo from the trip. Nothing compared to the laughs Rami shared with you each time you so much as glanced at it.

When he looked over to the photo, all he could see was Gwilym with you. He felt he had fucked up so badly to the point where he was simply... no longer in the picture.

Rami wouldn’t exist in your world anymore.

He’d be invisible. Nothing more than a memory.

In a sudden surge of anger, Rami plucked the photo off its hook on the wall and threw it to the ground. With a crash that sounded more like the crack of lightning, the frame fell and shattered broken glass across the hardwood floor.

The adrenaline faded as soon as it arrived.

Oh god.

What had he done?

Rami bent down and shook the slivers of glass from the broken frame off the photo. With trembling hands, he turned it over and the sob he had tried so hard to contain emerged with a gasp.

Everything was falling apart.

And it was all his fault.

“It’s all my fault,” you sighed as you leaned back in the worn out sofa of your tiny hotel room. “I should have been more observant or something... at the very least I should have noticed that I wasn’t doing enough to maintain a good relationship. That’s probably why he got...bored of me.”

You let out a puff of air in defeat as you stared up once again at the ceiling, only to feel Gwilym set a steady hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, you did nothing wrong.” Gwilym reassured you. The two of you had been talking for almost four hours straight, and you could see he was getting really tired. You felt so bad for dragging Gwilym into this mess.

He had been so calm with you on the drive back to your hotel. Less than thirty seconds after you left the driveway, you were yelling obscenities directed towards Rami. You were in disbelief that he had the nerve to get mad at you, after everything he had done in London.

Gwilym kept a steady tone for the entire drive. He listened patiently until he was certain that you had finished letting out everything you needed to.

“What Rami did was wrong, yes,” he had told you earlier as he pulled into the parking lot of your hotel. “But Y/N, and I’m just pointing this out from a third party point of view here, what benefit do you think will come from running away from this entire situation?”

You had no answer for him, and it didn’t seem like Gwilym was urgently looking for one from you, either. His goal was to get you to stop and reflect on what you were doing, and boy it sure was working. Everything about your hotel room felt off now. What you thought was a safe sanctuary away from your current harsh reality now felt more like purgatory of some sort. You wanted out.

That left you where you were now, feeling deflated and defeated as if it was all your fault. The more you replayed Gwilym’s words in your head, the more you regretted leaving without saying a thing.

“What if we’re both wrong?” You wondered out loud, shifting positions again so that your head was now resting on the arm of the sofa. “I mean... this is the longest relationship I’ve ever been in, Gwil. Rami and I have been together for almost two and a half years. We’ve never fought this bad before.”

You heard Gwilym sigh, and a pang of guilt immediately hit you.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this, I’m really sorry. This probably isn’t how you want to end your trip here in LA, huh?”

“Don’t be silly,” Gwilym replied, and you raised your head off the sofa to glance at him just as a small smile graced his features. “I saw how upset you were at the party last week. I would’ve never been able to live with myself if I just let you be and not checked in with you at the very least.”

You felt tears sting your eyes at Gwilym’s reply, and you immediately leaned over to embrace him shakily.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You checking in on me... it means so much. You have no idea.”

“Oh, Y/N. Of course, it’s no problem at all.”

You sat back against the sofa once more after Gwilym returned your hug. You couldn’t stop fidgeting. This time you were now sitting cross-legged on the sofa, hands clasped tightly together to keep your mind distracted.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do now, to be honest.” You admitted with a shaky laugh. You felt a warm hand on your back as Gwilym tried his best to reassure you.

“What’s on your mind?” He pressed on carefully. You could only shrug as you struggled to find the right words to express the turbulent waters inside of you.

“I just...” You began, pausing to run a hand through your hair. “I want to go back home. Pretend like none of this ever happened, pretend that Rami never got cast as Freddie... I just want to go back to the way things were last year. But it’s not that easy. I can’t.

“I could go home. But Gwil, I don’t know if I can ever look at Rami the same way again. Every time I look at photos we’ve taken together... even earlier today when he came home before you arrived... all I can see when I look at him is how happy he seemed when he was with Lucy. I saw the way he looked at her when you brought me over to the group. He was staring at her like she was his entire universe wrapped up into one person. I can’t remember the last time he looked at me that way-”

You broke off, your voice hitching as a sob snuck up on you and caught in your throat. You squeaked out a tiny apology just as Gwilym gently patted your back.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N.” He added quietly. “I already told you, it’s alright.”

The words that were bubbling inside you, itching to get out only moments ago, had quickly fizzled into nothing. You couldn’t seem to find the energy to speak anymore. Gwilym was the one to finally break the thick silence buzzing within your hotel room.

“You know,” he said, his voice no louder than yours was moments prior. “Sometimes people do change. They drift apart. I don’t want to be an ass and tell you to leave, or stay for that matter, but... well, I guess you should just think about yourself and not Rami for a moment.”

“What do you mean?” You asked with a frown.

“Well... think about what you wanted last year, versus what you want this year. And I want you to keep Rami completely out of the picture for this. Think about what your goals are. Are you still the same person you were? Do you still want the same things you wanted last year?”

You blinked, silent once more at Gwilym’s words.

“You don’t need to answer that right away, Y/N, don’t worry,” he reassured you with a tiny laugh. “I just wanted to throw that out there, as something to think about. It might help you with making a decision.”

You nodded, grateful for having the opportunity to talk to someone as lovely as Gwilym about all this.

“Thank you. That really helps.”

Gwilym gave you a soft smile before leaning over to hug you gently once more.

“I’m glad I could help somehow,” he replied, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I know whatever you choose to do from here on will be the best for you. I can see you’re starting to figure out what you want.”

You nodded as you began to piece together your emotions and thoughts about this entire situation. Gwilym was right, and his words were helping you to make sense of your next move. Now that you had let go of the anger you had been feeling earlier, you had a clearer picture of where you were going to go from here.

The first step? Rami’s house.

As soon as the doorbell chimed, Rami had to stop himself from practically sprinting all the way down the hall to the front door.

A good thing too, he still hadn’t bothered to clean up the mess of broken glass from the picture he had thrown off the wall.

Stepping carefully around the shards of glass, Rami paused just before he could unlock the door.

Did he really want to see you again?

Upon first instinct, his mind screamed yes. But he was still angry at both himself and you. But mostly himself. It was definitely a loud as fuck N-O from his heart.

As Rami stood in front of the door, frozen and conflicted about whether or not to open it, he jumped slightly when his thoughts were interrupted by three gentle knocks.

“Rami? I know you’re there, I can see your shadow through the window. Please open the door.”

Well, there was no going back now.

I am an actor, Rami tried to remind himself as he began to unlock the door. I wear masks for a living, this is no different.

“Hi.”

You didn’t look angry or broken for that matter, not one little bit. You looked almost at peace. What the fuck? What could have changed in the span of eight hours since he last saw you?

Gwilym.

Shut up, shut up, shut up. Keep your fucking mask on.

“...Hi.”

Rami felt like his face was being stretched far too tight. The same went for his voice. He felt like he was spreading himself way too thin, and he hated it.

“Um... could I come in for a bit?”

Say no, you idiot. Had she not left after your fight in the first place, none of this would’ve happened. Don’t give her another chance.

...But if you shut the door, it might never open again.

“Yeah... sure, uh, yeah.”

Shit.

The house was a disaster. Rami saw the polite smile on your face flicker and falter for a moment as your gaze landed on the broken glass on the floor, then to the jackets that had been torn off the coat hooks and thrown down the hall in another impulsive burst of anger that had occurred earlier.

He noticed you didn’t say anything. But he caught you pressing your lips together into a thin line, almost disapprovingly.

Come on, hold it together, dammit.

“Why don’t we sit down?”

“No, I think right here is good. Let’s talk here.”

He was losing his grip on things. He never thought he’d have to put on a character in front of you, of all people. This was getting ridiculous, a game he didn’t want to play any longer.

He didn’t catch the mumble of a reply you gave him, but he did see your eyes flicker nervously to the broken picture frame once more.

I bet you wish things would go back to the way they were too, don’t you.

Rami stood frozen in place, rehearsing possible words you were going to say over and over in his mind. You were probably going to give him shit again for something stupid, like the fact that he broke the frame. He didn’t care about that. All he wanted was to find a way to get back on the same page. Another lecture about how he fucked up was the last thing he needed to hear. He knew his actions were far from good, he knew he made a mistake, he knew you were upset. So was he. Couldn’t you find a way to move on and finally fix things-

“Rami, I don’t know how else to say this so I’ll just go right into it... I think we need to end this.”

Rami almost breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. He couldn’t believe it. You were actually on the same page as him, this was amazing. You wanted to move on as much as he did. Perfect, you guys could start right now. Pick up from where you left off and work on being better.

The mask could fuck it, for all he cared.

Rami surged forward, unable to contain a laugh of relief as he enveloped you in a hug.

Wait.

This wasn’t right. No. Something was wrong, why weren’t you hugging him back, with your arms tightly wrapped around his middle like you always did?

Were you pushing him away?

“Y/N, what-”

He saw your eyes. They were glassy. You wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“I don’t mean the fight, Rami,” Funny. It seemed your mask was gone too. Your voice wasn’t tight and high-pitched anymore. He could hear the tremble in your words, and it sounded like an earthquake to him.

“I mean us. I think we need to break up.”

Oh god. Was the room spinning? Was the vertigo coming back again?

Rami shook his head, hard. This was another nightmare. He was asleep. Y/N was still out somewhere. Y/N hadn’t returned yet.

But there was never a tear in the fabric. No hint to prove to Rami that this was in fact a dream.

“Why?” He had been hoping his voice would come out loud. Demanding. But it was so quiet, Rami couldn’t tell if he had even spoken that question in the first place.

“We’ve both changed.” You said simply. Rami tried to piece together what you were implying.

“Y/N, I don’t understand.”

Rami was convinced you were stretching out the silence on purpose, just to spite him. He suddenly hated how your eyes searched the room as you fumbled for the right words.

Please. Stop fucking torturing me already.

“All the good times we’ve had... we don’t have those anymore. Every time I think of a happy memory we’ve shared together, I have to think back to last year at the latest. You’re always out by yourself now, you’re-”

“I have to be on set for my job!” Rami protested. He couldn’t ignore the sting in his eyes at your words though. He was trying so hard to keep it down, to keep the fact that you had a point out of the way.

“Rami, you haven’t worked since you came home from filming Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s been six months. We’ve done next to nothing together.”

Rami opened his mouth to reply, to protest that you were just overthinking everything, that it wasn’t true. But the longer he allowed himself to stay in the silence and let the memories come back to him, he realized that he really had been distancing.

“Oh... yeah. I- you’re... right.”

That was all he could think of saying. And from the look of disbelief on your face, it seemed you weren’t too happy with the response either.

Rami wanted to fight. He wanted to fight so bad to get you back and keep you once and for all. Grab the rope that was inching closer and closer to the edge of the cliff before it was too late.

But he had already used up all his strength on the wrong things. Instead of grabbing you and holding you close, he had thrown your belongings down the hall. He had destroyed your most precious memory. He had let his anger get the best of him.

Rami was tired. He couldn’t fight any more, he couldn’t tell the difference between the crucial and not-so-important things in his life.

He just wanted to rest.

“My mom is coming by later this week to help me pack,” he heard you finish. Rami watched as the glass crunched dully underneath your feet as you made you way back to the front door. “But I’m still going to be staying somewhere else.”

Rami didn’t hear you leave.

He didn’t even lock the door.

He simply stood where he was and allowed himself to sink into the white noise, the vertigo already threatening to take over once more.

Two years later.

Even though you had been to two of these award ceremonies already, you still had a tendency to hover near the back of the room.

You had started anew in a small apartment just outside of LA. What had initially begun as a writing exercise to let go and move on from you past quickly turned into a career as a scriptwriter.

Film companies loved your first manuscript. You got to quit you day job and write full time instead.

All that lead to where you stood now at this monstrosity of an afterparty, uncomfortably stiff feet crammed into too-tight shoes and all.

In other words, the film you helped write and create was nominated for an Academy Award. You didn’t win, but it was definitely the most amazing experience to be there live, instead of simply watching it on TV.

“Y/N, over here!” You looked over to see one of your crew mates waving you over. “There’s someone I want you to meet!”

You nodded, but not before motioning for them to hold on for one instant. You needed some alcohol to help you through this one. Small talk and networking were far, far down on your list of favourite things to do.

You hurried over to the bar, and just as the bartender approached you, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“I know, I know, I’m coming over, I just need a drink-”

You broke off, your voice faltering and your eyes widening as you took in the man standing in front of you.

Rami.

Damn did he ever look good. He was wearing an all-black suit, and he had grown out his hair a little more, so it curled on the ends just the way you used to like it.

He looked... perfect.

“Oh my god...” You squeaked, quickly covering your mouth with one hand when you realized with a sickening jolt in your stomach that you had accidentally said that out loud. The way he quickly glanced you up and down with wide eyes suggested he felt the same.

“Hey,” He said quietly. You had the urge to either run away, fast, or just kiss him for the first time in what felt like a million years right then and there. You weren’t sure which way the feeling was pointing yet.

“Hi.”

“You look really good tonight.”

You smiled, unable to stop yourself from looking down at your feet. “Thanks. You, um... you do too.”

“Thanks.”

You looked back up at Rami. It felt like time had slowed to a stop around you. The crowd you had been trying so hard all night to avoid seemed to dissipate into thin air. Was this an afterparty? Or just a meet-up between only you and Rami?

“Congratulations on the nomination, by the way.” Rami smiled, and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the light travelled all the way up to his eyes -- something you hadn’t seen in far too long.

“Aw, thanks,” You replied, unable to fight the smile that had already begun to bloom on your face.

“No, Y/N, I really mean it. I saw the movie earlier this month and... wow. The character development that Chris and Simon went through... that was some amazing stuff.”

“Thank you,” You replied once more, this time grinning from ear to ear. Your heart swelled at Rami’s compliment. It meant the world to you.

Before you could think twice, you surged forward and wrapped your arms around Rami in a tight hug. You felt him inhale sharply, pausing for a split second before returning your embrace. If you weren’t mistaken, you could’ve sworn he had started to trace tiny circles over and over on your back.

You and him, everything felt so familiar. The smell of his cologne immediately took you back to all the times you cuddled together on the couch, the both of you trying your best to fit under one blanket.

The way Rami kept one hand gently on the small of your back. All you could see in your mind was the time when Rami had pulled you up from the dining table halfway through dinner, only to pull you into his arms and begin swaying along with you to the Sam Cooke record playing softly.

“What are you doing?” You had asked him with a laugh as he laced his fingers through yours and spun you around.

“What does it look like?”

“Yes, yes, but... why? Dinner’s getting cold.”

Rami only shrugged with a wink, before pulling you in for a soft kiss.

“I just felt like it. And you looked so beautiful just then. You inspired me.”

You squeezed shut your eyes as you continued to hug Rami, afraid that the tears threatening to return were going to ruin everything. You knew you had been embracing him for way too long, but you ignored that thought and instead only pulled him closer.

“I’ve missed you,” You whispered. “I’ve missed us.”

Your heart jumped when Rami pulled away suddenly, almost as if he had been burned. You were about to apologize for your words, ready to blame it on the alcohol you hadn’t really had yet, when you noticed how he swiped hastily at his eyes.

“God, Y/N,” Rami whispered, his eyes glassy. He had a smile on his face, but unlike the last time you saw him two years ago, it was far from a bitter smile. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say that. I... I’m so sorry, about the way I acted, the things I did-”

You assumed it was due to the loud music, and the fact that the crowd around you brought adrenaline rushing through your veins. You cut Rami off and kissed him. Hard. Your heart skipped a beat when his hands found your waist and pulled you closer.

“I forgave you a long time ago,” You replied, gently ghosting your fingers over his features with a smile. “Like I said, we’ve both changed. For the better. I’m so proud of all the projects you’ve done. You’ve accomplished so much. That’s what’s important now.”

Rami shook his head in disbelief, before pulling you close and leaning his head on your shoulder.

“You’re amazing, Y/N. You really are.”

You giggled, returning Rami’s embrace tightly. You were ready for a hundred more hugs from Rami, something you hoped was truly possible.

“What do you say to ditching this party?” Rami asked, his eyes sparkling with the boyish mischief from all those years ago. “I think we’ve both had enough awards stuffed up our asses for one night.”

You let out a loud laugh at Rami’s comment, nodding your head.

“I’d love that. I’ve been trying to find a way to leave for the last hour.”

Rami gently took your hand as you made your way towards the door. The comforting familiar feeling of how your hand fit perfectly into his settled on your heart like a warm blanket.

“Remember that hole in the wall Chinese place I took you to after our walk along the beach during our first date?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“It’s still there.”

“What!?” You exclaimed, your eyes going wide as you gazed at Rami in disbelief. That place was a hole, you were certain they were going to go out of business.

“Yeah! Crazy right? Want to get some spring rolls, like old times?”

You smiled, your heart filling with joy as you gazed at Rami. His eyes reflected your own delight.

Just like old times.

“I would love to, Rami. I couldn’t think of anything better.”

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tumblunni · 7 years

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Not really a huge development, but a random thought about the undeveloped wild dragon mom rpg idea thing!

I had a cute concept for an ally dragon and/or love interest? I dunno, I haven’t decided yet how rare the dragon species is gonna be. Like, if there’s gonna be multiple potential eligable batchelor draigs then that could be cute. it could be kinda nostalgic like in the oldest harvest moon games where there was barely much dialogue and it was just like Here A Gift Of A Cheese. Win over your potential mates wiv one (1) interestingly shaped rock and some groovy dragon danceys! Tho I feel like if this other character was instead gonna be the ONLY other dragon npc, then it’d be a total waste to just use that plot thread on the same old ‘literally no chemistry except we need to repopulate the species’ thing that’s been done a bazillion times. mebbe jus b friendz!

Anyway, the idea was that this dragon (preemptively named Roger) would be more based on that extra tiny caterpillar with the brown fluffy catflike face. Lil kitten churro! Lil fluffle mc hug! This would be a valuable pedigree breed from a human perspective. So we have a group of human poachers as a very rare enemy around the jungle, and you’d be able to meet like The One Good Human who keeps this lil dragon pal as his secret pet while all his commanding officers are trying to skin them for their valuable scales. Roger would basically be like a pampered dog, and it’d be a super surreal experience from the perspective of the wolf in this scenario. Why are you sitting on that human’s lap?? What’s that jingle bell around your neck?? WHAT EXACTLY IS A ‘ROGER’??? I’m thinking Roger isn’t 100% oblivious about wild life tho, since after all he’s just being kept at some guy’s wilderness habitat, and he was ‘rescued’ from the wild in the first place. Tho its been so long that he’s lost a lot of his survival skills, and he’s absolutely terrified of returning to the forest. I suppose that’s natural when he was the only one that survived the poachers attacking his nest. Even if he had to survive by becoming a coward and living in servitude to one of the same poachers :( So his sidequest would be a lot of you both learning about each other’s different way of life, and trying to figure out if this human named ‘Owner’ is really the one human who isn’t as evil as sin itself. And Roger has a lot of tales to tell about the mythical ‘Apartment’ land, somewhere across the ocean, where you can sleep in a warm indoors forever and try amazing foods that come out of steel cans! He’s kinda a bit like a cult member sometimes... And.. like.. he’s not even really domesticated or anything, he’s literally like if you stuck a collar on a wolf. One that’s been mentally broken might be able to be obedient to some degree, but they’re still a wild animal that’s potentially dangerous and living in this environment is potentially dangerous to them too. Not to mention he’s probably always almost blowing his human friend’s cover cos he doesn’t know how to stay quiet. “Uhh.. yeah boss... someone ate all the paperwork... it was me. I was sleepwalking.” *muffled yelps of something moderately dragon sized hiding inside a duffel bag* Possibly a sidequest or two could be you sorta helping this human figure out how to take care of Roger properly? like, the human camp doesn’t have any meat rations so he’s completely malnourished. Or he accidentally eats something that’s poisonous to dragons. Or he gets a claw caught in the fence and everyone’s panicking trying to get him out before the seargeant sees him, and then roger is like ‘THIS IS AN OMEN! This is what i get for trying to follow you back to that scary forest! I BELONG IN THE DUFFEL BAGGGGG’

So there’d probably be a choice in the end of whether you wanna prematurely end your story here and let yourself be tamed by this human too, or if you manage to convince Roger to leave. And either way could go good or bad, if you try and force Roger out of his safe home against his will then he’s not gonna magically realise you were ‘right’ as soon as he gets in the wild, he’s just gonna be depressed as fuck and never trust you again. It’s more about making him realise that he’s being delusional about the housepet life being 100% safe, and about it really being what he wants. And hell, you could even help him work through his past traumas while coming to the opposite realization about yourself, and deciding that living with humans is actually where you’re meant to be. Orrrrr you could decide to go with Roger before actually talking out all these issues, and you could end up being dragged into this paranoid worship of humans and never feel safe again for a single day of your life even as you tell yourself its the safest place on earth. ‘They won’t kill me cos I’m useful, I have to stay cute forever’ is a pretty messed up way to live your life! Oh, or you could just get a version where you chose to dislike all the stuff about being a pet, yet went along with it anyway cos Roger Wuv, which ends in the absolute opposite of all cheesy romance endings because seriously yo don’t give up your entire life for your man!

And then like The True Route would have Roger’s human owner finishing up his redemption route, basically. He’s been doubting his boss’s orders and he hid Roger as his pet to protect him, but he hasn’t been brave enough to actually try and stand up and stop all of this. Him and Roger are very well matched in fear! So ultimately if you do everything right he’ll be inspired by your beautiful tale of small animal romance to go forth and protect you, even at the cost of his own life! The ending would play out the same as if you get Roger to leave him, but instead the human seemingly abandons him and vanishes overnight. After a few weeks of sorrow, he actually comes back... along with a giant fleet of more human soldiers! Aaaa, is it an invasion?! but for some reason these humans fight off the bad humans and take them to ‘arrest’ for ‘illegal smuggling of dragons’ and you don’t understand any of these words but OK something is happening I guess!! And it’s all yay, but then Roger’s human has to leave again, this time for a much longer time. he went back home and told the authorities about the smuggling operation, but that meant confessing that he was part of it too. So he’s got a long sentence to carry out... And then depending on whether you sided with the pro-wild or pro-tame philosophy, your lil family’s fate is different. The good guy humans might just set you free into the wild again and promise to protect your forest from this ever happening again. (Tho you get a weird tag on your back foot and some vaccinations for rabies.) Or, if Roger never managed to adjust back into the wild, then the human scientists conclude that you’ll never survive on your own now, and the humans need to take responsibility for what they’ve done. So you don’t get to stay with that one particular human, but you get rehomed to a wildlife sanctuary and get even more snuggles from even more nice people. ^_^ And then it could be kinda bittersweet cos dragons live very long. From your perspective you thankfully didn’t have to wait too much until you could see your first human friend again, but you barely even recognise him cos 20 years in prison does a lot to a person. Oh, and in the version where you stay in the forest, he’d actually join with the wildlife conservationists after he finishes his sentence, so he’s finally able to see you every day! 20 long years and seeing his lil pet Roger again was his only reason to live. And now he can meet your whole big ol cuddly dragon family!

#dragon mom game #basically imagine the kittypets from warriors #but dragons #but also kinda kitties #but also named roger #i dunno why but roger is just a really cute name for a cat

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Anatomy of Thana

Characters

THANA, fearful 15 year old redhaired girl with one pale white streak on the crown of her head

DAMIAN BOOTHE, renowned surgeon and serial killer known as Jack the Ripper

SCENE: The cold, dead air fills the streets, a flicker of scarlet makes its way around a corner covered in a long deep grey-green cloak. It's dark but the fog reflects the moonlight for THANA to walk her way down her favorite alley. It’s moist and dense there but she finds a sense of comfort within its slim walls, and the confinement, the feeling of being in such a place is like a blanket for her. The alley leads to an abandoned, burned down orphanage where she sits and goes through the left behind belongings of its previous occupants, to come up with little stories behind each like a puzzle. THANA is a girl often referred to as “strange” the town has a saying that even when alone she's never actually alone, she is tiny and slim almost mimicking malnourishment. A soft gasp is let out within her alley, it leads her to a small, half sized window in the orphanage. There she sees a figure with hands drenched in a deep red liquid.

THANA [whispering] That’s beautiful. I'd like to know the name of the being behind it.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [ in a deep pitless voice] Come out so I can get a good look at you, I need to see inside the eyes of whom it may concern.

THANA [ without hesitation, walks calmly and swiftly to meet the being with the deep coloring on their hands]

DAMIAN BOOTHE [ leans in closely] You're nothing but a child and yet I see no fear in your amber eyes.

THANA [puts hand out to shake his blood drenched hand] My name is Thana.

DAMIAN BOOTHE Those who fear me, and have yet to see, or meet me know my work and only my work. To them I am Jack the Ripper, the name was not a choice nor is it in my favor.

THANA [ looks down at the body to the left] I see no ripping, its a clean cut across the throat and abdomen. [enthusiastically] I shall call you by a name in your favor then, tell me what it is.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [ entertained by her boldness] Then to you I am Damian Boothe, why are you called Thana sweet girl?

THANA [ grins slightly] My father gave it to me because of my mother's death as she was giving birth to me. It’s Greek for death.

A raven that lives within the remains of the building sweeps downward to sit on the ledge stares directly into THANAS amber eyes. It rustled his feathers a bit to get comfortable but the eye contact was not once broken. THANA begins to get uncomfortable, she starts to panic and pulls on her hair. Her temperature rises and the discomfort is no longer bearable. The raven begins tapping on the window frame, it continues to get louder and more violent.

THANA [ beginning to walk away, stumbling in a cold sweat with teary strained eyes ] I'm sorry but the raven won't stop talking to me he's too loud! [ begins screeching out her words and squeezing her ears] They left their things here! I am free of you leave me alone you devil bird! [begins running]

DAMIAN BOOTHE [chuckling] Till next time my dear!

DAMIAN BOOTHE begins to collect his organs from the cadaver he grabs the heart and smiles as he thinks about THANA and her upfrontness. He wonders how such a girl can become so gruesome. He then walks down the abused, ashy, abandoned alley with his bag of goods. Laughing he makes his way to a door and inside is his sanctuary, his home. It's damp and moldy on the outside but inside is gold. His luxurious belongings glisten in candles light, straight down the long hall is a black door that stands out in the surrounding cream walls. His hands still in blood that is now dry and cracked open the door introducing a clean white room. Everything is bright and spotless, the only flaws is what goes on in those walls.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [unpacking his bag of carnage, singing as he goes] What a beautiful night to meet a beautiful fright. The light fills my heart, you feel to your knees and the dark is complete. [He pulls the heart out his bag and puts it in a basket and adds a loaf of bread, still humming his dark tune he makes his way to his bed and ends his night with a feeling of satisfaction.]

SCENE: DAMIAN BOOTHE makes his way back to the orphanage expecting to see young THANA again. He has a gift in hand, he can hear the heart whispering to him in the basket its voice is soft and sweet. Another voice sings drowning out the sweet voice.

THANA [playing with a doll with singed hair] The light fills my heart, you fell to your knees and the dark is complete.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [sneaks in behind THANA] How do you know that tune?

THANA [without turning to look at him] The raven sang it to me, nice isn't it? [turns and notices the basket in his hand] For me?

DAMIAN BOOTHE Of course dear, I hope you like it. [hands THANA the basket]

THANA [throws out the bread] A heart! This is so sweet, is it from last night?

DAMIAN BOOTHE Yes my dear, I gave you a heart of your own. I thought it would be nice if I were to give you your first heart. I’d like you to join me in my nighttime strolls. [takes gloves off and runs his fingers through hair waiting for a response]

THANA [stands up with excitement] Oh yes! Will we spill blood together?

DAMIAN BOOTHE In the future girl. The heart whispered to me that it belonged to you.

THANA [lifts the heart to her ear] I don't hear anything.

DAMIAN BOOTHE And I didn't hear the raven shouting at you.

THANA [sits back down] Will I be living with you?

DAMIAN BOOTHE Are you comfortable sleeping in the same house with a person fascinated by death?

THANA Of course, but the question is are you comfortable sleeping in the same house with someone who embraces and contains it?

SCENE A younger version of THANA lies down on her back in a field reflecting golden glimpses of light, the cool air is blowing the grass in just a way it mimics the ocean. THANA stares out into the open sky and begins to wonder where it ends. The thought of an endless void of clouds and stars creates a pit in her stomach. She thinks back to her mom, whom she does not know and cannot remember. THANA asks herself why did she die, why did she have to kill her only mother when she didn't even know her. She tells herself that her mom must've been beautiful, she imagines ginger cloud like curls and a round face with the most sculpted cheekbones, all her father has ever talked about was her mother's cheeks. That's all she'll ever know about her mother, after all she did kill her. THANA begins to go into a dark corner of her mind saying she was born to kill, the white streak in her hair tells it so. She was born with the fear and reluctance of life she was never meant to lead a good one, it is her destiny to kill and to die, but to always be alone. THANA begins to blame the curse of the streak and her name, she tells herself she didn't do it the devil put this curse on her and she began to embrace it. The name of THANA was given to her by the grace of the devil. The sky then turns black, blacker than night the moon and stars do not dare shine at this time. A force begins to lift THANA off the ground it feels like hundreds of fingers picking her up off the dirt. The world falls silent not even the slightest sound of grass rustling, there was no breeze to rustle in. She lays limp in the hands of the unknown and a whisper in the form of the softest of breezes reaches out and says “ young THANA, the carrier of death and the beholder of sin we bless you with the power from within. You must remain alone in this sad life for we have something for you on the other side.” Her body then slams to the ground and flash of light appears.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [sitting in the corner of her guest bedroom watching and waiting] I thought you would never wake up.

THANA I dreamt of a time when I was younger and I now know my purpose.

DAMIAN BOOTHE What is it?

THANA I don't know if I want to fulfill it.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [curiously] Why not?

THANA [worried] I fear it might end badly and there is no prevention.

THANA stands and makes her bed while DAMIAN BOOTHE remains in the corner of the room he gave to her. They both sit in silence as THANA begins to dress herself and brush her thick two-toned hair. She places the sterling silver brush with carvings of flowers and leaves down on her dresser next to an intricately blown glass perfume bottle.

THANA [ breaking the known silence] Why are you Jack the Ripper by night?

DAMIAN BOOTHE I am not The Ripper.

THANA Why are you the way you are? Why kill?

DAMIAN BOOTHE It brings relief, I clean the streets whilst bringing pleasure.

THANA Why pleasure?

DAMIAN BOOTHE You can watch the burning desire in their eyes leave their cage, the light is there and I find it to be humorous. They don’t see the pain or suffering of the real world.

THANA Do you only kill those who do not see the pain?

DAMIAN BOOTHE [ speaks out proudly] Everyone does not see! Only you and I dear girl!

THANA [ frustrated] Why me? I didn't ask for any of this.

DAMIAN BOOTHE We were born into this world with death already with us. It is in you and I. The grace of the Devil came over us, he blessed me with the name Damian meaning to tame. I am to tame death while you bring it Thana!

DAMIAN BOOTHE stands and walks over to her and leans in to her just the slightest bit. He begins to take off his black leather gloves and tucks them into a pocket. His hands look to be those of a pure man. THANA leans her head forward onto his comforting shoulder.

THANA [mumbles] But how do you know? DAMIAN BOOTHE [looks down to the back of her head leaning on his shoulder] I know because of our familiars. Our gifts. Yours a raven, I have hearts. They speak to us.

THANA [looks up into his eyes which she's never noticed how oddly colored they were, it was a blue with a spot of brown on the bottom half] He is nothing but a raven.

DAMIAN BOOTHE But that’s where you’re wrong my girl. He is a gift to you from the devil. You said it yourself. You embrace and contain death. Be proud.

THANA [ moves hand back on the dresser and touches the blown perfume bottle ever so slightly. It loses balance and crashes to the ground, its finely blown remains splash in all directions.] Whose perfume did I ruin?

DAMIAN BOOTHE I made it. But it is not a normal perfume. It has been engineered to put someone to sleep.

THANA How?

DAMIAN BOOTHE I grow my own strand of passion flower and enhanced its ability just the slightest to use on my victims when needed. It's quite peaceful. The light is still there in the eyes, I feel the name Passion fulfills it.

THANA then begins to slip between DAMIAN BOOTHE and the dresser to make her way into the washroom. She shuts the door leaving him out, and turns to look in the mirror. As she stares into her eyes over analyzing every detail of her face she begins to smile. Clueless to how she is feeling, smiling is the only thing her body compels her to do. Her eyes look so deeply in pain, the sadness and the stinging of the tears just pour out, landing in the creases of her hurt smile. THANA can see the agony she is in, yet feels helpless. No one, not even herself can give her release. So she runs. She hurls the door open and runs, running past DAMIAN, past his room of death and out into the street.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [speaking in a disappointed tone to himself] I should've known. They always run sooner or later, I don't think she can handle all the death awaiting her.

DAMIAN BOOTHE goes into the black door at the end of his glowing hallway. There was a sort of romance in the air once that door was open. He handles all his gadgets with so much care and love, almost as if they are his children. He takes a piece of cloth and folds it into an equal square, no unmatching corners. Then are his valuables, his tools, the iron and steel. Polishing their sharp corners until they shine in the candles light he puts them all into a single briefcase. Already knowing where to find THANA he heads to her alley, her sanctuary of loss and mourning. DAMIAN BOOTHE has always dressed flashy and was a handsome, put together man, but tonight was the ball. Something monumental was headed his way, and he knew. DAMIAN makes his way out of his castle and to his destination. A raven screeches at him, but he thinks nothing of it. Then another, there seemed to be a raven around every corner waiting for him. Once at the alley there was a conspiracy of ravens, all at once in their low croaks, they drowned out the air. The world began spinning in the noise, but DAMIAN never broke.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [shouting] I know you're here Thana! [enthusiastically, he begins dancing in the streets singing his song.] What a beautiful night, to meet a beautiful fright! The light fills my heart! You fell to your knees and the dark is complete! [He lets out a loud hysterical laugh, it's almost like a cry of excitement.]

Seven times he chants his song, each with more thrill than the time before. Then there she appears, coming from the burned, rusty door way THANA stands and takes not one step.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [calmly looks with a sinister smile] Why don't you look darling! [takes off his sleek hat and crouches over to the damp ground. He takes out his briefcase and begins to open it] I began to think you were the one we've all been waiting for, and yet here I am chasing after you.

THANA [walking out of the doorway, she takes all of his attention] I truly enjoyed my short time with you, Damian, but, I think its time one of us go. [sarcastically chuckles]

DAMIAN BOOTHE [Pulls out a designed carving knife] Isn't she magnificent! As a recipient of the devils blessings you should bathe in the intimacy we share.

THANA I have always wanted to dance, since I was a young child.

DAMIAN BOOTHE Are you not a child?

THANA Dance with me Jack the Ripper.

DAMIAN BOOTHE Don't amuse yourself too much, my sweet.

[He takes his knife and places it in the inner pocket of his coat. He walks elegantly into her arms and there he grabs her hand. THANAS frozen hands attracts him, his leather gloves between the two disrupt the warmth. THANA takes his hand and slips the glove off. She takes his hand in hers again, and a never ending wisp of steam floats into the air.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [holding THANA tightly] Do you now see the intimacy we share?

THANA [buries her head into his chest] It’s sad that it's coming to an end.

[dancing]

DAMIAN BOOTHE [subtly] For a moment there I almost felt love.

THANA [mumbling] I wanted to give your final waltz meaning.

DAMIAN BOOTHE the takes his one hand off her hip and reaches for his carving knife then twirls THANA around. Her cloak flies in the air. He launches his knife into her back and pulls it out with ease, it paints a possessing picture on the alley wall. Before he has time to realize, THANA turns around and presses her dagger, she kept concealed, into his chest.

THANA [smiling with content, a tear sheds from pain] Shall we continue our dance?

DAMIAN BOOTHE Until I fade Thana.

The floor is covered in their red love while their clothes bathe in the crimson intimacy, they dance their dance to the song of death as his life fades and her strength leaves her body. THANA lays DAMIANS body, onto the floor.

THANA I found this stone within the building. [She pulls out a smooth, pure black pebble and wraps it in his blood drenched fingers.] I hope it guides you through the afterlife, I'll meet you there. So it shall guide me.

DAMIAN BOOTHE [His once clean face begins to lose color.] I lost hope once you left, but you're filled with rage, remain with that pain, my darling. [fading] As a gift, carve out my damaged heart and keep it as your own.

THANA [Lifts her dagger, ready to do as he asks] You're the closest I'll get to love, I'll cherish this.

DAMIAN BOOTHE Be sure to understand your work, sweet girl. Death is your art, sadness is your love.

He looks in her eyes using what strength he has left. DAMIAN BOOTHE smiles and THANA lashes her dagger down around his heart. His life fades away at the hands of her blade, she takes his heart out and places it in a pocket. She kisses his forehead then leaves into the darkness never to be seen, but only by those she paints.

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