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dmc-tings · 3 years

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If I may. The Four Lords with a reader who is a child of the Bakers who moved to the village, for whatever reason, like a year before Eveline showed up at the house and infected them.

How would they handle the news that their humans parents were infected for years and are now dead? Like would they try to hide the deaths, would they be honest and tell the reader about what happened and how would they go about comforting you? Would they try and track down Lucas and Zoe to bring them to the village?

Long Lost Baker with the Four Lords

(This was an interesting one! Very fun to write!! Thank you for this and I hope you enjoy it! I added Joe cause his dlc was bussin)

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had no idea about your family background

And didn't care to ask you, since you never brought it up

But you where in the library with her

Picking out a book, when you came across a file

"Huh. You knew about the Bakers? They were my family."

"Oh?" Alcina asked, raising a brow at you, "Well they were killed. If they wher-"

You paused, shaking, "What? They... they where killed ?"

Alcina moved to your side, putting a comforting arm around you

"Yes. My Love... did you care for them?"

You nodded, almost choking on your emotions

'Dead.' You thought

You didn't even really say goodbye

Your father, Jack, didn't want you to leave the safety of their home

But your mother, Marguerite, insisted that there was more to the world, than just that old ass swamp

Zoe and Lucas really didn't want you to leave either

But you left, Lucas helping you navigate away and Zoe giving you some money, that she saved up

"The mold... The girl, Eveline, she took over the home... and your parents are gone. But your siblings and uncle live."

You looked at her in shock, you didn't know who Eveline was

But some of your family was alive!

When Alcina saw the hope in your eyes, she smiled, "What would you like me to do?"

"Try and bring them here! Please!"

She nodded, your wish was her command

For months, she had known you might want your family with you

They were being held away from the Castle, so she could surprise you

Though getting Joe and the BSAA soldiers that surrounded said home

Joe was also taken

"Come. I have something to show you." She stood up, towering over you, keeping a hand on your back

You stood, letting her lead you out

Through the Castle and Vineyard, you came up to a house, small enough for a few people

You heard yelling, a familiar voice

"LET US OUT YOU GIANT BITCH!! FUCKIN-"

"Will you shut up? She said, there was someone here we knew."

"HOW LONG DO WE HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE-"

You rushed to the door, kicking it down

"OW!! GOTDAMN IT!!"

Tears welled up in your eyes again

"LUCAS? ZOE!? UNCLE JOE!!"

They were speechless as well

What a happy family reunion!

Tears and hugs were given

Joe stood up, from hugging you three, to look at Alcina, "Thank you from keeping my youngest (niece/nephew) safe."

Alcina looked away, "No need to thank me, human. I didn't care for any of you, but I knew this would make them happy."

Angie and Donna Beneviento

Angie noticed that you had been feeling a bit down lately

So she told Donna about it, whom rushed to your side

"My Dear, what's the matter? Angie says your feeling blue."

You looked at her, a sad look in your eyes

"Ah... its nothing really, Love. Im... im just think about my family. I havent really been able to know anything going on with them..."

It really bothered you, and both of the ladies could see that

Donna looked at you and took your hand

"Do you remember how they looked, the last time you saw them?"

You nodded sadly, smiling wistfully

"Yep, Momma was making me a cake, for me finishing off collage. Pops he was rebuilding the old car, with my brother Lucas. And Zoe, she and I were playing in the front yard, supposing to do chores."

Donna nodded, and a bit of pollen began to swirl around you both

You sat up straight, it was your family

The Baker's, as you knew them

They were happy to see you

It made your heart burst, and you smiled

Tears falling down your cheeks, as your family gathered around you and Donna hugging you both

It felt good to see them, even though you knew it really wasn't them

Donna wiped your tears, and you sighed contently

Starting a conversation with your "mother" and "father"

Your "siblings" talking to Angie and Donna

A few hours later the pollen wore off

But you where happy, and turned to Donna

Giving her a kiss, "Thank you. I dont know what's happened to them... but that was good for me. I appreciate it."

But Donna didn't smile back, and Angie grew quiet

"Your family. They... your parents are dead..."

You looked at her, shocked, "How-"

"Mother Miranda has said that their one with the mold..."

You took that information in, knowing about your parents... was a bit of a... surprise

"And my brother and sister?"

Donna shook her head, smiling, "Alive and safe from that."

You smiled and thanked her again with a kiss

You may not be able to see them, in real life, but you COULD see them all as you remembered them

Salvatore Moreau

You had told Salvatore all about your home life, before moving to the village

He had asked about your family, trying to compare his own with yours

You sympathetically told him that you and your siblings ACTUALLY got alone

And that your family was always tight

Your mother cooked badass meals

And your dad was always the person to run to for the best advice and protection

Your brother was a delinquent genius

And your sister was always happy to just be there for you

While his "family" left alot to be desired

You had pictures of them, which you shared

He looked at them with wonder, seeing how happy you were

This is when he decided to get them, well the alive ones

His Cadou experiments had changed

Making them more human, to infiltrate the regular world and kidnap your family

He surprised you one day

Encouraging you to go for a moonlit walk with him

Yelling was coming from a nearby cave

"Moreau, Love. I dont-"

"Its not, my most Precious. I swear, you will love this surprise."

You gave him a frown and let him continue to lead you on

Inside the cave, you where met with 3 cages

Joe, Lucas and Zoe!

Your jaw dropped, and Moreau clapped happily as you rushed and unlocked the cages

Embracing your family, though Joe pulled away ready to blast Moreau away

After a long explanation, your family accepted the fish man as their own

Moreau was careful to hid your family from Mother Miranda

Sadly, he couldn't save your mother and father, but the rest of your family were safe in his domain

Karl Heisenberg

You both were having dinner when he asked you about your birth name

"Oh. It's Baker... I think. I was adopted by them."

"Adopted? Hope they treated you better than that bitch, Miranda." He scoffed

You laughed, assuring him that they did

Then you went into stories about your family

As you finished up a story about you and Lucas dodging the cops and taking quite the ass whoopin from Jack

You noticed Heisenberg narrowing his eyes at the names in the story

"Jack... Marguerite.... Zoe... Lucas... Joe..." he grumbled letting the names roll off of his tongue

Then he stood up, and looked at you

"THEM BAKERS!?"

You jumped at his outburst, then nodding slowly at him

"HOLY SHIT!! THEIR- Well the kids and uncle still live." He told you

You looked at him like he had gone absolutely mad

"What are you talking about, Karl?"

He sat back down, holding both your hands in his, looking you in the eyes

He was serious when he did this

Karl explained to you about the mold and what happened in Louisiana, a couple years ago

"Miranda had a file on them. I dont know how the hell she got it, but I managed to take a peek at it. I had no idea you were one of them."

You sat back in your chair, processing the information

"My... my siblings and uncle are ok?" You huffed with relief

Karl nodded, pulling you into a hug, comforting you

You fell into his embrace, "Thank you for telling me..."

Heisenberg let out a hum and rubbed your back

You opened your mouth to speak

"No." He cut you off, "im not going. And im not sending anyone. You KNOW what Miranda planning..."

You nodded, and buried your face in his chest

You were happy that they would be safe from her

But sad that you may never see them

Heisenberg had a plan for you to be saved as well

#resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #resident evil village #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #angie and donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #angie beneviento #baker family kid

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imbrium-mare · 3 years

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A Thousand Sunsets

Marauders era

Hello. So I havent written a proper fic in AGES, let alone published one, but the jily discord had me all emotional today and this just kind of happened. Basically birthed from (1) my anger that lily's life was never expanded upon other than where it related to guys, (2) the absolute tragedy of nearly an entire group of friends dying at twenty one and what it would be like to survive it, and (3) @sirenicc and @thequibblah s amazing fics about death in the first wizarding war. I'll edit and post it on ao3 tomorrow, but its half past two and I wrote this on the notes app on my phone in the park closest to my house and I really should be getting to bed, so you can have this for now. Major character death and angst to follow. Let me know what you guys think!

Mary Macdonald didn't cry at funerals. It felt like too much of a spectacle, there with all the other mourners around her. She felt as if she was performing her grief, like she was taking the attention off of the dead. She always waited until she was home, with her pillow and her tea and the memories of her loved ones crowding her. But not at the funeral. Never at the funeral.

Except now. Mary stood off to the side in the cramped graveyard, tears streaking her red cheeks. The early November wind had long since numbed her nose, but she knew that if it hadn't she'd feel it running. On the horizon, behind the church, the sun was setting. The sky streaked red and orange above her, unusually clear for winter in England. Mary took it as a sign. She had insisted they postpone the burial until after dark. Lily loved sunsets, and she deserved to watch this last one.

Hell, Lily deserved a thousand sunsets. She deserved a lot more than that, deserved to laugh again and hold her son again and dance in the rain again. But all Mary could give her was a sunset and her tears.

The funeral was packed. Wizards filled the cemetalery and crowded the streets outside. More than tears, she heard laughter. Children oohed as Ministry wizards Transfigured the war memorial in the square into a towering replica of James and Lily, baby Harry in their arms. A group of young wizards behind her were discussing what charms would conjure the prettiest, most long lasting for their party later tonight.

Mary was crying, but she wanted to scream. Because you're not supposed to cry at funerals. Because this wasn't any fucking funeral, it was Lily's fucking funeral, and didn't they understand that?

But she knew she couldn't blame people for celebrating. Not when the war was over and Voldemort was gone. The relief coated the air, had started to settle into her muscles. And she was happy, she supposed, that her friend would be remembered. That she'd saved the world. That so many people had come to see her go.

But that was the thing. The Lily they were celebrating wasn't Mary's Lily. Their Lily was a loving mother, a selfless woman who'd taken a killing curse for her son. Who'd sacrificed everything for the world. Their lily was young, and beautiful, and kind. And sure, Mary's Lily was all those things too. But she was so much more than that.

Her Lily was eleven, all messy morning hair and knobbly elbows, yelling at Mary for not doing her Potions' essay last night before relenting and handing over her own to be copied.

Her Lily was thirteen and jumping excitedly on her four poster bed when Mary told her that Fourth Year Amos Diggory had asked her to Hogsmeade. Then she'd climbed down and turned the dormitory upside down helping Mary pick out an outfit.

A month later Amos was seen snogging a Fourth Year Hufflepuff, and it was her Lily that held her as she cried and cursed his name as creatively as any thirteen year old could.

Her Lily was fifteen, hiding behind a tapestry in the fifth floor corridor and hexing Mulciber bright purple after she heard what he'd done to Mary the previous day. Mcgonagall knew who'd done it when no one on the staff could reverse the spell, but her Lily had held her head up high and denied it. She was stuck in detention until the spell faded two weeks later, but her Lily didn't care.

Her Lily was sixteen and admitting that ok, maybe James potter wasn't that bad.

She was seventeen and dragging Mary and Alice and Marlene out onto the grounds for a snowball fight when they should have been studying for NEWTS.

She was eighteen, drunk on firewhiskey in a Muggle parking lot, helping Sirius charm the heavens into opening up above them so she could dance with James in the rain.

She was eighteen and one day, curled up in bed with a cold and a hangover and cursing Mary for letting her drink so much.

She was nineteen and spinning in a white dress, he laugh filling the air and her smile brightening the room.

She was twenty and standing by Mary as they buried Dorcas, then the Prewett brothers, and Benjy Fenwick. Not Marlene Mckinnon, though -- Lily wasn't allowed to go.

Her Lily was twenty and in hiding with her son and her husband, trying to stay alive, and she wrote Mary about toy broomsticks and Christmas ornaments and her crazy old neighbor.

Her Lily was twenty one and dead. Her Lily was twenty one and she was smart and brave, and funny, and she gave the best hugs. Her Lily was sentimental about the seasons changing and watched the sun set from her Dormitory window every day for seven years. Her Lily got loud when she was angry and cried when her sister didn't come to her wedding and liked reading Muggle classics and hexing any asshole who hurt her friends. Her Lily had given birth to the only known survivor of the Killing Curse, because that was just something Lily would do, and that was all anyone could talk about. That was all anyone would remember.

Except Mary. Mary remembered Lily alive, not just dead. Mary remembered Dorcas and Marlene and Alice, who couldn't even remember her own name. Mary had to remember, because if she didn't, who would? And Mary had to cry, even if she never cried at funerals, because near everyone else was happy.

She watched as the sun disappeared below the horizon, and the sky went from red to pink to purple. She imagined Lily, on the window ledge in their dormitory, clutching a book and staring dreamily at the sky.

Mary joined Remus, and together they levitated the two caskets into the grave. And just like that, her Lily was gone, and she was still crying.

Mary Macdonald went home, eyes dry and head aching. And when Godric's Hollow emptied out, and Lilys name was just a footnote in a History textbook, she made sure to watch the sunset and dance in the rain and read all her best friend's favorite books. Because if she didn't, who would?

#lily evans #james potter #marauders #maruaders era #marauders fanfiction #marauders angst #major character death #minor character perspective

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Ok ok! Good uhm.

Ok since body dysmorphia has been kicking my butt lately i wanted to request something with Schlatt where basically the reader Starts getting really insecure because of their body. Pushing and pulling on their stomach etc. They also start binding unsafely with like really tight bras because they can't afford a binder and they end up fucking up their ribs really bad. They end up in the hospital and a very worried Schlatt visit's them and lectures them about how they shouldn't have done that and about how worried he was. So when they get back home there is a gift on the bed, turns out Schlatt bought them a binder.

The reader would be Non-binary and afab.

Also a little message for pretty much anyone who is insecure about their body/has body dysmorphia because of their chest, don't bind unsafely. That can really fuck up your chest and make you actually being happy with your body even harder.

Hell yes. I love this idea thank you icarus! Writing has been rude to me lately and I needed inspiration. This has hit it exactly.

Pronouns:nonbinary (dont think any were actually used in this so yeah.)

Tw: AFAB reader, swearing, insecurity, mention of surgry, mention of blood, mention of hating self, pain. Again angst to fluff. It is reflecting on how I have felt about my body before because I needed to make it seem kinda real.

PSA: please dont bind safely. It's dangerous and can lead to serious health consequences. I know hating your body sucks but I dont want anyone to get hurt because they dont listen to their lungs, they dont take off their binder, or if their bras are way too fucking tight. It can and will hurt you. So please bind safely!!

Happy birth-what the fuck?!

Lately your brain was giving you more dysphoria then ever. Telling you your body was too big, your boobs were too noticable, and you hips are too feminine.

What brought this on? Someone simply said your dead name. It made your dysphoria hit you like a truck.

After that day everything went down hill. Your stopped streaming, telling your followers that you were going on a mental break, you didn't really talk to friends, your brain could put words together. And you most importantly barely texted your loving supporting boyfriend schaltt, not wanting to break down in front of him.

You never had the time or thoughts of getting a chest binder. It was your biggest mistake honestly.

Deciding against chest binders and wearing alot of tight bras to flatten you. But it didnt work. So you got tighter bras. And they did work. But you didnt read up on how to bind safely.

This lead to the predicament now. In front of your mirror you were pinching and pulling at your skin. There was too much. All you wanted to do was cut it off with scissors. But decided against it due to the fact of all the blood that you would loose.

Your chest, smaller then it was yas, was still visible after your 3rd bra. You decided to add a 4th and tighter one hoping it would completely hide your boobs.

Your body made you want to puke. It made you feel disgusting. But you never told schaltt that. Afraid that he would say that you looked as gross as you thought you did.

Only 5 minutes after the 4th bra you felt excoriating pain in your ribs. And worse of all a harsh pop. That immediately brought red flags. It hurt to breath. Your head fuzzy and light headed.

Your only reaction, to call for an ambulance. Dialing the three numbers as you whimpered in pain you held onto your lungs. "911 what's your emergency?" "I cant breathe. It hurts so bad. Please help." "Are you by yourself?" "Yes. I need help please." "Ambulance, firemen, and police are on their way. Ambulance is 2 minutes out."

You didnt know if you had 2 minutes. "They can break the door down if I dont answer." That's all you said after collapsing.

Next thing you knew your door was busted off its hinges and you saw two paramedics. They were quick to transfer you to the ambulance, cutting through the four bras that held your chest.

It help get air to your lungs but it barely helped.

"We have a collapsed lung. ETA 2 minutes." The paramedic back there with you spoke to the walkie talkie.

Collapsed lung? Was that the harsh pop? God, was the bras that bad of an idea? All that was going through your mind was how you possibly could get worse. The instant you got into the trauma bay was way worse. With no time to numb you and your O2 stats dropping they had to cut between your ribs and shove a tube right next to your left lung. Draining air and excess blood blocking your lung from inflating. And before you knew it you were off to emergency surgery for getting a shard of bone out of your chest cavity.

The last thing you remember was counting down and falling asleep.

When you woke up your boyfriend was next to your bed, hands engulfing one of yours.

It looked like he had been crying before falling asleep on one of your legs. Taking your free hand through his hair you smiled lightly. "I'm sorry for all of this ram boy." He grunted lightly and moved his head back into your hand. His messy hair was thick and nearly matted. It made you wonder how long he's been sitting there. You loved him and felt so selfish for doing this to him.

"I cant believe I did all this and for what? To cause you and everyone pain? All because i couldnt afford a chest binder and deciding that I might as well try another way. I should have been safer huh?" You didnt expect an answer back. Just his quite snores.

"Yeah. Not really fuckin selfish more like kinda dumb. Your body doesnt show who the fuck you are (y/n). Your heart does. And your heart isnt say boy or girl. Its saying you are you. A person who uses pronouns they them. A person that love everyone and cares for their friends. A person who love me and jambo so deeply."

He took a breath.

"You normally are quite smart. Saving up for one would of been a better idea instead of doing such a stupid thing. Asking for my help. Because if I knew I would of helped. I would of found one just right for you. I would help you remember to take it off after 8 hours. Even would of found a way to make you feel more like you."

You could hear his heart break.

"But now you're here, four broken ribs, a healing lung, and stuck in the hospital for another week at least."

You felt so guilty. He was right. You should of told him. He would never have seen you like you saw yourself. He never cared about how you looked. He only cared for your heart.

Tears falling down your face you continued to massage his scalp. "I could of lost you. You are my rock. When I cant keep up my normal antics and feel like I'm at an all time low. You are there to pick me up." You had to stop the sob from coming up. "I'm just so happy youre alive." He looked up.

His red eyes were making your heart ache. "I wont do it again I promise. But I cant just ignore the feeling of dread whe. I look down and realize I present so much like a girl. I dont wa t to be one." Schaltt nodded and kissed the hand he was holding. "Then let me help you. I wont let this happen again. Just please. Come to me. Talk to me. I'm here like you are for me."

You gave a small nod.

This man knew his way to your heart. He was so sincere about this. "I will. But promise me you wont look down on me if I end up feeling like that." You just needed to make sure you knew he would never but you needed his words. "Mever sugarbabe. Never in my life have I looked down on you and never will."

God the week was long, him and the doctor explaining safe binding that you cant fully bind for at least 6-8 weeks. Schlatt telling you his reaction to finding your apartment swarmed with police and firemen and you no where to be seen.

He was practicing on saying happy birthday to you. But was cut off. "Happy birth-what the fuck?!" He was so concerned and even more so when you were in hospital.

When you did go home he helped you through the door, and watched you as you saw the small package on your couch.

Opening it you saw a chest binder. Specifically the one you were looking at. Looking over to schaltt with tears in your eyes you walked up and hugged him lightly minding the pain in your left side. This was the best gift.

The only gift you had been wanting for the past week or two. "Now you can be safe. But no binding till your doctor says so or I swear to god I will personally smite you down." You had to try so hard no to laugh or the pain would of been hell. Kissing his cheek you smiled.

"Of course schaltt. I will make sure to not wear it till I'm healed dont want to get blood on it ya know. Also it would hurt like a fucking bitch."

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Alright now go sit down. I'll get you some soup ya dork."

This was going to be a great time. That was until the pain fully came back. And then this is going to be a mediocre time.

Please pardon spelling errors. I havent proof read. And I am on mobile for almost all stories. But thank you so much for requesting this became something that I could write and it helped me alot. Now I might take a while for other things too and i apologize that's cause i am starting school soon. Also family issues. So yeah might take a bit. Dont know how long though. I'll try to keep them coming but if not you know I'm studying or helping my mom and grandma.

Eli out.

#jschlatt x reader #mcyt fluff #schlatt x reader #mcyt #mcyt schlatt #dsmp schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt #please bind safely #non binary #tw: body harm #tw: body dysphoria #tw: body dysmorphia

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tiens-letters · 3 years

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upon autumns day, where you and I met. upon autumns day where I remember all of what we were before youve passed. and upon autumns day would I have ever so slowly let go of that pain of the past

zhongli (angst)

@albeidoof its somewhere here hehehe

Time was a luxury. A treasure each and everything holds.

Yet time is a curse as well. It covets, devours and leaves. which humanity neglects to cherish until the heart ceases its steady rythmn, only then do they regret of the wasted minutes, hours and seconds.

Beneath the flow of the rushing waves of things that have come and gone. Only on this particular day would he sit beneath a certain tree. The rough bark brushing up against his back as leaves fell effortlessly to the ground, as if it were ready to let go of from the branches that gave birth to it, only to return once again to the waiting soil.

It was a sunny afternoon, clear of any clouds and only clear unblemished blue, a good time to enjoy a warm cup of tea yet there was no energy in his bones to even move from where he was.

He felt exhausted. Desultory even.

Gone were the halcyon days of the past, and now the present time of the vivid reality he had to face.

Morax, rex lapis, the geo archon. Names that weighted more than one could carry, memories that shackled his soul that lived for a thousand years on end, all but a stain that could never be washed away.

The breeze slowly danced in, playing with his hair softly, kissing his skin and welcoming him. It carried a hint of aromatic essence only he would know belongs to.

You.

He tried to desperately recount the days after youve left the face of the earth and yet he could not remember or did his mind not allow him to as if he did, it would bring him terrible and heavy consequences for an answer, one sane mind would never want to know.

Sighing, he sat back and recalled back the memories of you instead. When you were alive, warm and breathing in his arms. He remembers the way your eyes would shine brightly whenever he would be around, or the small sound of delight you would make when you have finished another one of the many interesting blends of tea youve done over the course of a week of mixing different flowers and tea leaves. Youve made up quite the fortune with this as your little hobby bloomed into a fully run business known across teyvat.

"Zhongli." he froze, youve never called him by his name ever since youve started getting close, it made him feal uneasy as he turned to look at you who stood by the doorway, a neutral look on your face.

"y-yes?" nervousness clawed at him as he racked his brain to what he couldve done for you to call his name like that, he couldnt think of any.

"I came back from the market and I heard youve made quite the generous payment. Why is that, I wonder?" he's done it again, that spending habit of his

"The price was reasonable for such a fine ceramic tea set, I dont seem to find why it shouldnt reflect its quality?" you sighed as you pointed towards the glass cupboard behind him

"You bought the same exact set a week ago, Zhongli. Thats why." having to realize his mistake after looking over the two identical set that on the shelf, he turned to apologize but only to see you missing from the doorway. Footsteps can be heard from the floorboards above him. You were upset.

After minutes of pacing in the living room, he finally mustered the courage to climb the stairs and enter your shared bedroom. A figure already under the sheets as the warm glow of the lamp illuminated your delicate features. The mattress sunk as he sat beside you, fingers brushing away the stray hair that fell on your face.

"Im still mad at you Zhongli." his hand flinched slightly at the way you called him

"I apologize. I seem to not have learned my lesson again. I would gladly return the set tomorrow."

"Its no use, they dont accept refunds." you replied without sparing a glance at him

"What can I do for you to forgive me then?"

"Just go to sleep, Zhongli." groaning you reached for the switch to shut the lamp off but a gentle grip stopped you, forcing you to look at his gloomy expression. Perhaps you went too far this time.

"Please stop calling me in that way. I dont like it." he whispers, drawing your palm to his lips, leaving small kisses upon it. He sure does know his way around your heart, no wonder why you could not stay mad at him.

"Just be mindful next time." you cursed yourself for being weak to his charms.

"I will." yet something was missing "Then can you call me as you did before?"

"Zhongli?" you could see the slight grimace in his face as you teased him

"Stop it." he kissed you without warning "Call me as you did before."

However, his lips didnt stop as they began to travel. From your cheeks to you forehead and then to your neck. Oh dear, he wasnt having any of your teasing.

"A-li." you giggled beneath him as he finally stopped and met your gaze

"Thats better."

He still remembers the faint smile that graced your lips whenever he would wake up next to you tangled in the same sheets. The softness of your skin on his calloused touch. Your lips melting his and your voice lulling his raging mind to peace.

Then everything changed when you drew blood that spilled from those lips he's kissed for a thousand times, painting a morbid image on the sheets. Anger and despair boiled inside of him once he learned of the secret youve kept. Zhongli was a calm and collected man all of the time except when he was with you.

Having to witness him at such a point felt as if his own spear was being driven right through his very chest. He held you in an arms width away, the panic and pain in his eyes increasing over the minute as he begged for you to explain why youve decided to lie about the flowers that bloomed in your lungs, the sickness youve inherited from your deceased mother, whose fate you soon would follow. You didnt want him to find out, not in this way.

He couldve done anything if he knew from the start but alas, you wanted to be cruel, thinking it was for the best. Until your symptoms persisted, a heavy reminder of the remaining distance of the string you have to walk on to reach the end. The heavy feeling in your chest started to worsen as cherry sweet liquid poured from your mouth.

Soon the once pristine sheets were stained in haunting crimson shades as you heaved and he watched in agony. If only he had the ability of what he once had back then, if only he could plant the seeds of the flowers from yours to his then he would, if only he hadnt met you one autumn evening

" please dont look at me like that. " you told him, cold hands caressing his cheeks, catching the streams of salty warm beads that fell freely from your darling's amber eyes.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry..." the last thing you wanted to see was this man to cry. The last thing you wanted to see was to see him relive the past tragic memories you promised to bring him out of

" my disease has nothing to do with you. In the end it was mine alone to handle. oh, you are far from that so please dont you ever blame yourself."

"How can I not? If I havent fallen so deep then you would experienced so much more in life, you couldve been happier if you met someone else. Yet you chose me and I couldnt give you anything, I--. " the words knotted up as he began to shake, hands holding yours as knuckles turned to white

You slapped him.

With all the strength youve gathered in that fading body of yours. The sound cutting the grieving sounds that spilled from him, soul and flesh alike.

"A-li, look at me. Do I look like someone whose unsatisfied with what youve given me? Did my smile ever fade when Im with you? Did your affections ever lack? Answer me." his watery gaze met yours, a torrent of emotions swimming in them

"No. Never." a soft smile was carved unto your lips

"My dear, youve given me all Ive ever wanted in this life and I regret nothing of it."

To him, you were the flower that bloomed at the highest peak of the mountain he's never reached and yet its petals voluntarily detached and fell down, making him the happiest as one thing he's admired was untouchable and now, lay softly in the palm of his hands. To cherish and to protect.

But of course, all things are evanescent.

The familiar feeling of soreness that wasnt supposed to be there rose, ebbed and flowed through his throat. He knew it all too well, it was after he woke from his week long slumber did he feel it along with what his ancient beating heart felt.

"You collapsed." the worried words of the qixing echoed in his head. He frantically got up but as soon as his feet touched the floor did his legs give out underneath him, what use was he in this sorry state. He was helped up and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He wanted to ask many things yet was unable to.

Ningguang spoke as if you were still breathing and was visiting her minutes ago with another one of your tea blends. "Dont worry and rest first, go to jueyun karst after. They will be waiting."

To where the adepti resides, who as well, favored you, that one soul among thousands of others. One to which they shared a few good memories with was allowed to slumber there in peace.

Zhongli found himself waking up to the sun setting in the horizon. Just like how youve gone and resurfaced back into his memories. It was time.

He stood up from where he sat, gloved hands brushing any dirt that clung to him as he made his way to where you slept.

The red bean that was planted by himself still remained, a token of his love for you. Picking one bead and placing it inside the hollow dice he brought along, completing another one of the similar handicraft he's made every visit.

The sun finally died and the moon began its reign. The small wisps of light gathered around before him, forming a blurry image.

It was then he felt at ease, he saw you smiling at him with all there is in the world. Your light seemed to dim a little, hinting the blessing the adepti gave was slowly diminishing. Soon your visits would cease and you were sure that by the end of the power spent, he wouldve let go of the torment that plagued him.

"A-li. Have you been well?" he knew what you meant

"Im letting go slowly my dear. Perhaps in time, I would learn breathe easily once again."

Longest yet lol. Hope yall liked it ehehe

#genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhonglixreader #genshin impact drabbles #zhongli angst #morax

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stay-trash-2017 · 4 years

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Lost Star

Warnings: attempted suicide, drugs, and a fuck Ton of angst

Pairing: Best friend!Felix x Reader

A/n: I really poured my heart into this enjoy

Lixie<3: Y/N? Ill be heading your way in like an hour! Please text me back, I’m worried :/

Your phone lit up with the message from your best friend since basically birth. Have you read it? No. The soft fabric of your sheets pressed down on your body, silent sobs escaped your lips. The hot tears that rolled from your eyes stained your cheeks with the most pain you ever felt. You cant count how many times you had tried to get out of bed without feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. The thoughts in your head were too heavy to carry around all day, you were being crushed by the weight of school, work, bills, and love. All you wanted was to be loved truly, to be loved deeply. Of course you knew that if you ever needed Felix you could easily get ahold of him but you knew deep down he didnt truly care about the thing you told him.

Youve convinced yourself Felix doesnt care, so whats the point in staying around this horrible place if you have no one to care for you when you need it? The world would be so much better if your feet no longer trudged on its grassy plains anymore. One less person for the economy to support. Would anybody really miss you? Of course not, nobody even knows youre alive. You havent answered the phone in days and to be completely honest there was nobody in your phone who had cared enough to even stop by and check on you. Not even Felix.

You pulled your lifeless body out from underneath your warm covers, you knew that what you were about to do was long overdue. The slow tired walk to the bathroom down the hall felt like an eternity. Once in the bright pale lights of the bathroom, your heart sunk. The cabinet that held the most delicate medications sat just a mere foot in front of your face. Your tired arms reached out to open the cabinet, from the small thin shelves inside you pulled a small bottle of Oxycodone. A pain reliever. The only pain reliever you’ll ever need again. Your thin fingers struggled to open the bottle.

Your choked sob and cries could be heard in all areas of the apartment you'd been living in for the past 7 years. You were crying so hard that it was all you could hear. The tears blurred your vision enough for you not to be able to see straight.

>>>>>>>

Felix slipped the spare key you had given him into the slot and pushed open the door to be met with the sounds of your cries of pain. He dropped all his stuff immediately, not caring to organize anything or be neat about it. His heart sank when he heard you crying. He loves you so much that for you to be hurt was a pain that was unbearable on his behalf. His heart thudding in his ears as he shot to your empty room. The now quieter sobs were coming from the bathroom. Felix practically broke down the door, he knew what was happening on the other side and he couldn't lose you that way. He couldnt let the love of his life slip out of his fingertips. The moment the door was opened he pulled the small orange bottle out of your fragile and tossed it out of reach. Your body was pulled against his strong chest.

You gripped onto Felix like he was the last person you would ever see. He held your body tight in his embrace, your tears staining his hoodie. The tears that left his eyes fell into your soft hair, Felix rarely ever cried, so when he did you knew he was hurt. Your arms found their way around his waist, you didn't want him to feel like this and goddammit it was your fault.

“Lix, p-ple-please dont e-ver leave me, Yo-youre my s-soulmate. I-I cant lose you!” you sobbed into his chest, which caused him to hold you closer than you thought was possible. His hand held your over his racing heartbeat. He couldnt lose you ever.

“Princess, im not ever going anywhere! I love you why cant you see that” he sobbed while stroking your hair. When your eyes were cleared of the tears you tilted your head upward to make eye contact with him. His soft lips planted a small soft kiss on your forehead.

“Y/N you're my lost star, now that i've got you i'm not ever letting go.”

“Promise?”

“I promise angel”

#stray kids #bang chan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #lee minho #lee felix #changbin smut #stray kids smut #yang jeongin #bang chan angst #felix angst #lee felix smut #lee felix fluff #stray kids soft hours #stray kids hard hours #stray kids angst #skz felix #bestfriend! Felix #lee felix angst

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im-lad-ris · 4 years

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The Fall: Haldir X Female! Reader

Prompt: "I’m so happy you’re back!! 😌❤️ I missed you tbh haha. Could you do a Haldir x reader? Maybe where reader is from our world? 👀"

Submitted by: Anonymous

Words: 1626

A/N: Hey guys! First story posted since the end of my hiatus, and it's for my main mans Haldir. For the anon, I wasnt sure how old you wanted to reader to be, but I took some creative liberty! I also havent edited yet but will go through it and do so soon.

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The day you had fallen into Middle Earth you had been a mere child, only ten in human years, unaware of the dangers of the new world you now found yourself living in.

You only remembered falling, and hitting the ground so hard your skull rattled and your teeth gnashed together. Your ears were ringing, and when you had gone to cover them you had realized that they were pointed, which was definitely not how they were shaped yesterday. You had panicked, screamed, cried for your parents, but you would realize that they were not coming for you here, wherever the "here" was.

You would be found within 3 days, having wandered through forests and over plains, by a group of elven rangers.

The leader had dismounted his horse and had kneeled next to you, offering you kind words and compassion. He introduced himself as Lord Elrond, an elf lord who looked over a place called Imladris.

He had asked you why an elven child was wandering the wilderness. When you admitted that you didnt know where you were, and argued that you weren't an elf, Elrond wasnt sure what to make of you.

After this first encounter, you would be invited to stay at Lord Elronds home. It was beautiful, and you were stunned that such a place could have possibly existed.

After several weeks had passed, Elrond would take you to a place called Lothlórien. The sky was blocked out by canopies, and the trees sprawled into the sky above you, a forest of skyscrapers.

You would meet a woman named Galadriel and a wizard named Gandalf, although everyone called him Mithrandir instead. After hours of discussion, it was decided that you were not of Middle-Earth and that you would be placed under Elronds care. Despite this, nobody was quite sure why you were an elf or how you had fallen, but it appeared you were here to stay.

It was in Lothlorien that you met Haldir. He was older than you, but he had an aura about him that drew you to him. You became fast friends, and you began to harbor a small crush towards him. Before you left for Imladris once more, he had smiled and gifted you your first bow.

After returning home with your now adoptive father Elrond, Haldir and you continued to exchange letters and gifts, all the while you grew up under your new siblings. You loved Arwen, and the twins, Elrohir and Elladan, and they made sure you grew up as happy as you could be.

Besides this, you eventually realized that time for elves was strange. Although you had now spent almost a millennium and a half with you new family, you barely looked a day over twenty. Throughout your time with your adoptive father and siblings, you took pride in learning archery and sword fighting, although you yearned to return to Earth, and your birth parents, once more. However, as you aged you learned to appreciate the family you now had, and the skills and lessons they had taught to you.

Of course, your letters with Haldir had never stopped. He was your pen pal and confidant, and although the years had turned him stoic and somewhat harsh, he was still the man you remembered when you were little. After a millennium of letters you had finally gotten the nerve to tell him your true feelings for him, that you loved him more than than the sun loves the moon.

After a month of no returned letter, you became melancholic, embarrassed that you had even said anything in the first place. However, the next day Haldir had appeared at the gates of Imladris. When he found you in the gardens, he had simply caressed your cheek and vowed he would protect you even if it cost his life. Thus began your courtship. One that spanned between hundreds of miles and still meant everything. Your father had approved almost immediately, and was more than willing to create opportunities for you two to see each other.

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You were currently sat in the Council of Elrond and were on the verge of ripping someones head off. These buffoons would not stop arguing, and it was making you angrier by the second. Did they not see that the longer they sat here and hurled insults, the more danger Middle-Earth would be in?

"I will take it" a small voice said. Your head snapped up and looked upon the hobbit, Frodo, who had brought that accursed ring here. Frodo tried to speak out once more, but the noise from the others did not die down and you gritted your teeth before standing up.

"QUIET!" you yelled into the crowd, which surprisingly cause the group of arguing council members to all shut their mouths. You gestured to Frodo, who proceeded to walk towards the group.

"I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though-- I do not know the way." The hobbit said, his eyes passing over every face in the room.

Mithrandir smiled before he passed behind Frodo, "l will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear."

"Ada.." You started as you glanced behind you towards your father, who simply nodded, his way of telling you he approved. You nodded back at him, a smile on your face, before you turned back to face Frodo.

"As will I, Frodo" you said as you walked behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder.

After you stepped forward, the heir of Gondor, Aragorn, the woodland prince Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, and three other hobbits, who appeared out of bushes, all joined your group.

"Ten companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Your father proclaimed as you all stood together, you looked at those around you and had the distinct feeling only some would make it out of this adventure alive.

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"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs! We must reach the Woods of Lothlórien. Come Y/N, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, get them up." Aragorns voice caused you to jump before you scrambled to lift Merry and Pippin off the floor.

Mithrandir had fallen to a Balrog, but you had no time to mourn. You felt as if water was in your lungs, but you had no time to empty them, you had to move.

By the time the Fellowship reached the outskirts of Lothlórien, you could breathe again but the gloom you felt would not dissipate. You heard Gimli mentioning something about a sorceress, but you couldnt bring yourself to chuckle at his reference to Galadriel. However, you saw movement out of the corner of your eye, and decided to silently move to the back of the group, your hand slowly moving to the hilt of your blade.

"Well, here is one dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox!" Gimli said, prideful as always, before a notched arrow appeared in front on his face. You barely resisted the urge to chuckle.

"The dwarf breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark." A voice said, and you couldnt help the way your breath hitched. Of course Haldir was patrolling, he was the Marchwarden.

How long had it been since you had held him? How long since you had last heard his voice? Surely not long, but it felt like it had been a lifetime. You couldnt resist the urge to walk forwards him, stepping around Aragorn towards a grumpy looking Gimli. You placed your fingers upon Haldirs arrow, pushing it towards the ground before you dared to meet his eyes.

"I would appreciate if you did not shoot the dwarf, Haldir o Lórien... Meleth nin" your hand came up to caress his cheek as you pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. Without warning, you found yourself pulled into a kiss. You recovered from the shock and smiled against his lips, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck.

When you finally pulled away, your heart felt lighter and your lips were still tingly. You smiled you again before you embraced Haldir in a hug, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

"What just happened?" You heard Pippin ask, and you chuckled as you pulled away from Haldir, turning to face the Fellowship as you intertwined your fingers with his.

"Meet my betrothed, the Marchwarden of Lothlórien, Haldir" you chimed in, a smile on your face.

"You have interesting traveling companions, meleth nin" Haldir said, his hand squeezing yours as he looked over the ragtag group you had been traveling with.

"Haldir, as much as I'd love to stay here and enjoy this moment, we must see Galadriel... we have.. we lost Gandalf, but we must push on" you said, your voice almost cracking as you recounted what had happened in the mines for your betrothed. You held back the tears that threatened to leak from your eyes, you had to be strong.

When you were finished with your tale, Haldir nodded before he spoke, "Follow me"

As the group moved through the trees further into Lothlórien, Haldir squeezed your hand once more before leaning to whisper in your ear, "Galadriel has agreed to see us married before you continue... you know how much I love you, and even as you go on this journey, I want you to be mine, now and always."

You smiled and nodded at him. Although you were sad at the loss of Gandalf, you loved Haldir, and you would gladly marry him no matter the circumstances. He was yours, and you were his, and soon you would belong to each other for the rest of your days.

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Ada - Father

Meleth Nin (Or Nin Meleth) - My love

Haldir o Lórien - Haldir of Lòrien

#lotr #haldir #lord of the rings #lotr imagine #imagines #haldir imagine #haldir x reader #the fellowship of the ring #female reader

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kimhargreeves · 4 years

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Worthless-Peter Ratri x Reader

Summary:You and Peter are partners always working together, you care a lot for him but little do you know that he's up to something bad. Will this harm you in any way and how will you react to it once it is revealed.

A/N:This might have some heavy themes so please do read with caution. I wanted to read more on this man but no one has writren about him, i havent read much on the manga so I did my best here.

I was forced to go out and inspect the area with a few soldiers to keep me safe, I held my weapon up, ready to fire if any one else other than us were nearby. The plantation we visited was abandoned clearly no one was hiding inside since there was no food or power in the building. I glared up ahead and scoffed to myself. Mr. Ratri won't be pleased when he finds out we've found nothing on them yet. My fingers began to shake when I held the phone I had in my hands and I dialed him, it rang once and the man picked it up. "Have you found them?" "N-Nothing sir. Not a trace from the Gracefield children." I replied and glared at the tall man who was nexy to me, Andrew. He always kept an eye on me for whatever reason, probably so he could complain me to his boss. The man on the other line stayed silent and I could tell he was getting annoyed by all of this or maybe because I wasn't working hard enough for him. He wasn't fond of me joining the demons to find the children out here in the forest. "Just get back here and dont disappoint me by coming back late." The man angrily barked at me and hung up the call. So rude. I tiredly starts walking ahead and called the rest of my team to go back to headquarters. It would take us an hour or two to walk back, I don't want this to go wrong. It's been a few months since half of the children at Gracefiled escaped by Isabella doing a terrible job at keeping them. This world has changed so much and we've all done our best to stay alive side by side with demons, giving them what they want. My home back then when I was a little girl was back at Gracefield, when Grandma was my Mom and my once friend was Isabella, we all trained to become a Mother or Sister. I was none of those. I studied harder than anyone else and got a job at headquarters and some would consider me as Mr. Ratri's assistant. I frowned and touched my stomach when I slowly started walking ahead the trees and started remembering my past. ********** "What seems to be the problem here?" I heard the voice of a man on the other side of the door. He was talking to a doctor, the one who came to inspect me and seemed almost annoyed at me for not being able to do one job. I wiped my single tear and rested my head against the pillow and tightly held the warm blankets covering my face and the once growing belly. "Show me her papers." The man demanded from the doctor. I assumed he was looking through them since the doctor began to speak. "She is one of the best we've had. She had been selected to become a Mom but this is the third time this has happened." "How many months was she?" "6 months sir.." Both men stayed silent. I felt numb at the situation, I couldn't have kids, the first two times were unsuccessful but by this last time I successfully got pregnant in order to become a Mom..but the baby wasn't strong enough. "Who was chosen at Gracefield?" "A woman named Isabella, sir. She gave birth yesterday." "...let me see her." The man sternly told the doctor who was heard to be surprised. "Y-Yes sir." I closed my eyes and was ready for whatever punishment the boss would give to me. "You're (Y/N), correct?" The man asked getting to the point, I opened my tired eyes and didn't expect to see a young man here. The man was tall with a simple yet elegant white outfit and matching hair reaching to his shoulders. I tiredly nodded at his answer and his green cold eyes pierced my own. "I've heard from you, normally woman who cannot deliver children are to be placed as Sisters. But I see you have strength in you, from your first pregnancy you could have given up but you didn't knowing well you can't have children. Mrs. (L/N), will you work for me once you've recovered." ********* From that moment on I started working for Peter Ratri one of the most powerful men at headquarters. The Ratri clan were known to have strong members but Peter became even colder when his brother betrayed him, he played along with James but ended up killing him before Jame's plan could take over. I remained by his side and followed every order not wanting to upset him. The boss was pleased when I did what he told and that follow me with pride and joy. Peter has always been cold to anyone even with me but somehow feelings began to grow between us.. As soon as I arrived Peter was by the gates and he had a stern look on his face, but I could see the tiniest of smirk on his lips when he saw me arrive back home. Both of us went back to his office and I told him everything. "This was all we found." I held my palm up and showed him a simple bullet. His eyes remain on my palm and he didn't look happy. "So they are armed, just as I expected. Any new reports, (Y/N)?" "None at all, sir." Peter slowly walked towards me and grabbed my head in his hands and leaned down to kiss my lips. He's been really affectionate lately and very clingy to me, "You would never leave me would you?" He whispered shoving me on the couch and beginning to take off my clothes. I felt my cheeks turn pink at his cold gaze filled with lust, I nodded my head and Peter continued his task to undress me. Forgetting about covering myself up from feeling embarrassed again, my hands gripped Peter’s hair for dear life as he played with his tongue inside me and occasionally his fingers, almost never withdrawing to breathe. I didn't care about how loud I was when he zipped his pants down and gripped my waist tight when he entered me. I cried out and held onto his shoulder tight when he continued thrusting into me. I gripped Peter tight and kissed him deeply when we finished, he gave me a small smile and kissed me one last time before pulling out and fixing himself back up to look presentable as always. *********** Few weeks went by and Peter would always take his stress out on me whether it was screaming or going at it with me. I continue doing my best to impress my boss and lover. Today I wasn't feeling well so I headed to check myself up with with doctor. Could it be that I am finally pregnant? I never wanted to become pregnant, I would only wish to be so I could become a Mom at any district but I felt different now. The Ratri clan were also known to have powerful and strong children, could it be that Peter was the one for me? "Negative." The doctor said and I slowly repeated the results. "Negative..again?" I got on my knees and began to silently cried. *************** "Join me for a walk." Peter calmly told me once I told him the results. The both of us silently walked side by side to a grassy meadow. I was sad that this was my result again, I guess I'll never become a mother. I rested my hands against my empty stomach and yearned to someday have a kid and deliver them into the world, to protect them. Peter stopped and so did I. He stood still and wouldn't face me. "I thought my genes would work, i guess I was wrong about you." The slowly turned to face me with the same cold expression on his face. "You are at fault here for not being able to get pregnant. Do you not know what this world needs? This world needs woman to deliver so we can deliver children to the farms and have them delivered when they are ready to be eaten." I stayed silent, confused to what he was saying. "(Y/N), you have no place here and you only had one job and you couldn't do it. Which means you are worthless and having to be with you was a waste of my valuable time." I stopped breathing when Peter pulled out a gun from his coat and stared at me, not feeling a bit of remorse for me. "W-What? I did everything you asked of me, Peter. How can you say I'm worthless?! I've worked almost as hard as you on my own with no emotional support from any. I've gone through so much without you so how dare you say that about me." Petee stayed quiet at my words. "I trusted you and loved you with trying to find the Grace Field children, and this is how you repay me? Peter Ratri. You used me, you abused me, but you will not destroy me." I said finally standing up to myself. Peter shrugged his shoulder and before i could react he pulled the trigger and I fell to the ground. He shot again and I winced in pain but tried not to move, hoping he would leave thinking I was dead. I cried and began shaking from the impact and the blood quickly pouring out of me. I looked up and saw Peter kneeling down and saying a few words, I however could not comprehend what he was saying because slowly I started losing my vision and my eyes closed.

#the promised neverland #the promised neverland x reader #peter ratri #william minerva #peter ratri x reader #manga #anime #tpn season 2 #yakusoku no neverland #emma #ray #norman #grace field house #tpn yugo

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moonchopsticks-old · 3 years

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just finished aa4 and really liked it! quick thoughts:

-apollo has quickly become one of my favorite characters in aa! he really struck that sweet spot between admirable and endearing for me--a hardworking, quick-thinking young man, who grew up as an orphan and clawed his way up to success and a new family in the wrights, and who’s also unrelentingly snarky, can’t whisper for his life, is terrified of heights, and cries over people that he hardly knows. what a dork, i love him. i think they leaned a little heavily on the ‘greenhorn’ aspect of his personality-- quite a few moments where there were things i had figured out but wasn’t allowed to do anything with until another character jumped in and was like “apollo u sweet summer child THIS is the answer”. also i spoiled myself a little and i know that the next two games have “traumatize apollo” as a running theme so a little apprehensive and hoping they at least develop his character well or smth

-mixed feelings about the ‘perceive’ mechanic bc narratively it’s cool as hell but it was frustrating to crawl through the text looking around for a very slight change in the zoomed-in sprite, especially if it wasn’t clear what they’re fibbing about which is very often. had to use a guide on those parts pretty often. also it’s just like “hey you were twitching! you’re obviously hiding something!” “oh gee you caught me i’ll spill the beans” like i feel like it could’ve been a little more subtle or gradual, idk.

- love apollo and trucy’s relationship so much!! their banter is so cute and funny and they pull off the straight man/funny man routine really well. ik nick and maya have a similar thing but the vibes were just different, for some reason. they had very strong sibling vibes (even before the reveal), which i loved. them being half-siblings was pretty contrived (like a lot of things in this game and this series lmao) but i dont really mind too much

-on a related note, why can’t they know that they’re siblings. when’s the “right time” to tell them. why can’t they just reunite with their mother who has her memories back and loves them. phoenix wh

-on another related note i can understand how jaded and disillusioned phoenix got after he got disbarred but i honestly didn’t like the whole “mysterious cryptic mentor playing 4d chess” schtick that the game pulled. it feels ooc, especially considering you briefly play as present-day him in the final case and his internal monologue doesn’t seem too different from original trilogy phoenix, or at least the phoenix you see before disbarment in the final case (although i was rly invested in finishing up the case and wasn’t paying that much attention to phoenix’s characterization specifically, so i might’ve missed stuff). phoenix’s arc of growth was great and complete in t&t and it feels like they just...gave him a whole new personality. also phoenix goes back to being a lawyer in the next two games...does he just revert back to being regular ol phoenix? idk, maybe i’m missing some stuff right after my first playthrough but it just felt weird.

-plot was really convoluted and contrived even for ace attorney (havent played aa5 or 6 yet, so idk if it gets worse). lamiroir just happened to be apollo and trucy’s mom, if zak had just been frank with phoenix and given the original diary page to him OR valant hadn’t tampered with the crime scene this whole thing could’ve been avoided. why did zak want to take down phoenix in poker to the extent of planting cards on him to make it look like he cheated when phoenix was the one who defended him in court and he’s the one taking care of his daughter??

-way too many flashbacks to things that happened 5 real life minutes ago

-g u i t a r ‘ s s e r e n a d e

-kind of wish they had done more with trucy. i liked her but i feel like there was potential, especially since the game implies that she’s putting on a brave front for apollo, and i wish they had expanded on that a little more. like....her birth father who had been presumed dead for years ends up being alive right up until mere months before the reveal. she’s the one that ends up delivering the forged evidence into phoenix’s hands as a child, even though she was completely unaware of it at the time. she and phoenix latch onto each other pretty quickly, which was very cute, but we get little insight to how she thinks of her biological father, who we can tell she loved and misses but not much else. maybe i’m just digging for angst, idk, but it still felt like there could’ve been more. (also i really wanted more phoenix-being-a-dad content!! be a dad to ur daughter sir!!)

-klavier was pretty good! it was refreshing to have a prosecutor that wasn’t after ‘perfection’ or had a vendetta against defense attorneys/the protag, but he still managed to come off as a competent opponent. his whole rockstar persona was very cheesy but i liked it lol. (also really hilarious to me that the third case starts with him giving discounted tickets to trucy and apollo, his opponents in actual legal court) also i knew people shipped him and apollo but i wasn’t expected the game to be so forthright with it. like how else are you supposed to interpret klavier saying “i’m used to being inspected by the ladies but this is the first time ive felt like this with a man”????

-ema skye!!! loved her and glad to see her in a spotlight role but it was just kind of sad seeing her perpetually grumpy. ik people didn’t like that there were so many forensic touchpad/mic minigames but i didn’t really mind it, they were kinda fun if sometimes a little tedious

-i for sure thought that valant had been directly involved with the murder in turnabout serenade (my initial theory was that valant was masquerading as daryan during set 3 while daryan shot letouse, which was why 2nd guitar was off during the recording). also i hated daryan’s hair, why does he have a military grade skunk torpedo on his head,

-wright anything agency adopt vera challenge

-this has already gone on long enough so tl;dr solid 7.5/10 would play again once i forget what happens a little bit

#my echo chamber #long post #wow this ended up being a lot longer than i expected #now let me dispense my thoughts that nobody cares about into the void of tumblr....be well.....#ace attorney #aa4 #ace attorney spoilers #i liked this game a lot but i think og trilogy still has my heart #characters were great here but i really miss maya and gumshoe and edgeworth and original flavor phoenix....#been watching press buttons and talk's playthrough of it while i do work and it's honestly golden

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Life After Snowpiercer: End of the Line

Summery- Matts Alive! Curtis is given a choice, learns the truth about the kids, You are attacked, and also still alive! Some non con implied, but all mild.

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Chapter 4 / Masterlist

Curtis just shook his head in disbelief at the man before him, certainly grown up from the eleven year old boy he knew, but somethings never change. His eyes, Your eyes looking back at him, but they held a bit of coldness in them that yours didnt. “H-ow? What is going on. They TOOK you Matt.”Although Curtis always assured you to hold out hope Matt was alive, he knew the likelihood was not good, but he could have hope to keep you from feeling hopeless. Then after you had healed, accepted that it was a possibility, you still had the nightmares, crying in the dark for your brother, Curtis waking to your sobs and cradling you in close to protect you... of course he couldnt let you suffer like that. But here Matt was, alive.

“Yea, Wilford saved me Curtis from a life of shit. You all did this to yourselves back there. Always plotting and scheming to take control of what isnt fucken yours.” Matt looked his nose down at Curtis, glancing away at Claude and smiling fondly at her. “She knew that I wasnt like that, did you sweetheart?” He caressed the womans face and leaned down to peck her lips. “Nams still alive out there, can you watch over him and his daughter till were finished in here.” She complied with a soft nod, leaving the three men alone.

Wilford cleared his throat. “Oh trust me Curtis, Matt took a while to understand what the truth was. But he came around, didnt you son?” Smiling almost loving at Matt. “He understands what the train needs from him, and Im an old man now, I wont be here forever. You and Matt working together, well this train is my legacy and will continue on forever. With some help of course.” He moved to open a cupboard and Timmy crawled out, Curtis eyes widening at this next shock. Timmy to was alive! The boy just ignored Curtis though and proceeded to go up the stairs, and enter in a car.

“Timmy? What are you doing, get back here?!” Curtis called to the boy, but he merely buckled himself in and whoosh, he was gone. Curtis turned to look at Wilford and Matt “Where the fuck did he go?!”

“Into the engine of course, it builds up crud, and kids like Timmy, they clear it out, also run some of the gears that need help. Reason we need all those kids from the tail end is although the train is self sustaining, the parts wear out. Many have gone extinct, and we have no way to replace them anymore. We ran out of metal for workers to mold. So we need someone who can fit into tight spaces. Gotta be about 4 or 5, you tail enders are always so scrawny. When they outsize, we replace them.”

Jesus fucking christ... how many kids have they taken over the years? At least over 2 dozen. Oh Curtis.... He could hear your sorrow now, it broke your voice, picture the tears streaming down your face as you mourned for all those babies you all lost in the tale end. Curtis growled out “What happens once they age out?”

Matt rolled his shoulders nonchalant like “Well if someone here wants one, they can just take them as there own, or if no one else can use them in there service, we execute them. Originally we were just gonna bring them back, but hell over crowding has started becoming an issue. You all really need to learn more creative fucking methods. What was the term you used the other day Wilford? ‘Like a bunch of god damn rabbits back there?” He chuckled at his attempt of wit.

What the fuck did they do to you Matt?!

They have no idea, thought Curtis, all the people they broke taking the children. The parents weve found that died because it broke there heart, shattered there will to live. How many women in the tail end lived in FEAR, not at the dangers of child birth, but that they might lose there children and can not stop it. How many times you confessed to him that you just couldnt get pregnant, it was just to dangerous to bring a life into all this, although he knew that you want nothing more then to be a mom one day. They had no idea they caused all that pain.

Curtis, they fully know. They just dont care. Your voice flat, the truth.

Wilford shook his head, chuckling “Now now, we need them more now then ever. As I said before, the front end and tail end work together. We provide them with shelter, food and safety, they provide us with necessary replacement train parts and the occasional entertainment of cleaning up the excess baggage the train carries. Already were running smoother then before thanks to The Great Curtis Revolution.” That fucker is was still trying to make that a thing, Curtis could already see you rolling your eyes.

Matt cheerfully turned back towards Curtis. “And I heard that Y/N will be coming up to the front, since you two seem to be an item now. I say Curtis you will have more options now then just her if you want. Im sure after all this time your getting bored of her. Although I cant say Im surprised about you two, she always followed you since she met you like a little whimpering puppy. How is she anyways? I haven't thought about her in a while till Wilford brought you up. I suspect shes well.”

Curtis brows came together in anger at the mans words, at everything. That was his sister and he talked about her as if she was just a item Curtis happened to have possession of. “You havent thought about her? Your fucken kidding right? That woman constantly thinks about you, every damn day. Everything she does for others in the tail end is in your memory Matt. Even after all these years she has nightmares about how she couldnt save you, She thinks you will hate her because she cant get to you. And you havent thought about her this whole time?!” Curtis started laughing, shaking his head at all of it. Anger just making him snap at this point. “I cant believe im having this conversation with you of all people Matt. Fuck my life, they brainwashed you man. Everything about this.” Curtis waved his hand around and looked back at Matt, the laughter having died, now it was just cold facts he was raging out. “All this, its maybe more messed up then us starving and eating people, we were just trying to survive. You all think your some kind of gods for supposedly saving us and were a fucking game, you cant see why its so fucked up though, can you?!.”

Matt looked appalled over the outburst and Wilford spoke up “God Curtis your so over dramatic, cant you loosen up? Your acting like the fate of the world rests on you. Trust me, you have no control over that, and sounds like a good thing. I doubt you could handle that pressure. Look at you, so tightly wound.” Wilford made a motion like he had gone stiff, shaking.

Matt snorted in anger at the situation. “You act like you all werent happy for me, that it was my fault I earned my place by Wilfords side.” he basically spat out this next line. “That I should even care about what happened to either of you. That I deserved to be in that same shit hole as you? Wilford you really cant be serious about having Curtis be our Minister. He still lives in the old world view, has yet to embrace new world values. We are FUCKING GODS Curtis, make no mistake. Our word is the law on this train. People like my sister, all this for the people bullshit yall preached back there all the time, have no real place here. You both will get it soon enough.”

This was the final straw, Curtis couldnt, he just couldnt deal with the vile they were spewing, the lives they themselves sacrificed to try to kill him, and it was all a game to them, let alone the friends Curtis dragged into danger to get him here. With a twist, he tackled Wilford first, he had a pistol in his robes, it made sense. His right hand reared back and he caught the man unaware. When Curtis fist impacted, Wilfords head snapped back with a gush of blood exploding from his mouth and nose, those iced blue eyes rolled back and yes, it was that easy to just knock his senses askew.

Matt on the other hand had the upper hand, and he tried locking Curtis arms to his side, but a quick whip with his head backwards cracked against Mats face, and he howled out in anger and pain, releasing his hold against Curtis and cupping his face. “Your Fucker! You son of a bitch, I will kill you!” he screamed out. Clearly Matt forgot anything he learned in the tail end, cause he didnt even prepare for Curtis kick of his heavy treaded boots, hitting squarely in the chest and threw him back into the kitchenette.

Reaching wildly, Matt was able to grasp hold of a butcher knife from a black, slashing it so completely out of sync, that as Curtis ascended on him, he ducked backwards quickly when it wildly arched to him and his hand grabbed Mats wrist, twisting and crushing it in his single hand as he drew in close to the man, his hand grabbing his other hand to keep him from hitting him. “I would like to see you try, I came up here expecting alot more then over privileged cum stains like yourselves. Your finished.” He twisted Matts wrist further till he heard a snap, the knife clashing to the metal floor. Matt howled, not one of those cries out of pain, no this was a howl that almost sounded animalistic, he wrung his hand out of Curtis grasp and cradled it to his chest. Wasting no more time, Curtis ended up bashing his head into the overhead cupboards till he felt him go limp, releasing him to the floor. “Y/N, your brothers a fucking dick...” he muttered to himself.

One last issue to really take care of, Claude, she was out there guarding Yona and Nam. He heard her voice from outside of the gate, and going up behind it, he waited till he could see her yellow arm stretch beyond the gate, gun pointing inwards “Mat? answer me hon” and at that moment, Curtis pushed the door as hard as possible, crushing her into the door frame. She yelped out in pain and Curtis reached around to fist his hand in her hair and drag her into the room, kicking at her hand until it knocked the gun out. “Yona get in here now.” Claude hissed as she twisted and turned to get loose from Curtis and he gave her a vigorous shake to stun her, her hands trying to tug his loose from her scalp. “Your dead buddy, wait till Matt finds out you even touched me with your filthy paws.”

“I dont think hes doing much for a while sweetheart” Curtis promised her when Yona appeared in the room, wrinkling her nose at the scene before her. “We thought they would have killed you Curtis” She said softly while Nam followed along behind, sluggish. His face was pale and the rag he had pressed in his chest was soaked, still dripping big heavy drops of blood, gravity making a steady drip drip drip echo softly in this metal dungeon. “Not yet, they had other ideas apparently. Yona, can you sense where Timmy is? He went into the engine and we got to pull him out.” She had displayed hints of Clairvoyance throughout there journey, and she nodded, turning away to start searching. Claude chose this moment to start up again, smacking Curtis right in his gut and groin causing him to cuss out and tighten his grip in her hair to keep from releasing her.

“Fucken bitch” he hissed and having had enough of her, he knocked her upside the head, her screaming the whole time till she to went silent as her partners, she to was simply dropped to the floor with a thump. Still trying to catch his air once again, the ache going dull easy to ignore. Dont underestimate them Curtis a familiar whispered voice came to him, taking quick glances at the other two. He went to check Wilford, collecting his pistol still in his robe, and hobbled over to where Claude lost hers near the door. Handing one off to Nam, he spoke softly to him, to keep Yona from breaking concentration. “Are you okay?”

“Yea im fine.” The man grunted in his language, loosely translated by the box hanging off his neck. Just then he coughed and spat a wad of blood. It was clear he wasnt fine, just from the way he was wheezing, Curtis guessed at this point his lungs were filling with fluid. He had heard it before with others in the tail end. No one here was trained to drain it either, sure now that anyone who could was probably dead. He gave Nam a knowing look and the man cast a downwards glance. “Dont tell Yona, not yet.”

It was then Yona sprawled to the floor, clawing to pry up a tile “Curtis, hes here! Hes right under the tile.” her fingers scrambled against the smooth tile, and Curtis grabbed the abandoned butcher knife, wedging the tip into a crack, pushing till it popped open. What they opened was unlike anything Curtis had seen before. The small boy was squatting among the gears, digging his hands into chunks of oily gunk and digging it out, flinching every now and then when a piece of metal gear would cut shallowly into him, his arms were covered in bloody shallow knicks. Robotic like motions, he plunged his hand into the gunk and scooped out a handful. “Timmy! Timmy look up!” The little boy looked up, but it wasnt like he was seeing Curtis, more like through him. Curtis whats wrong with him? “Timmy you gotta get out of there, can you go back out?” I dont know Baby, I dont know what they done to him.

The boy just ignored him, his sightless gaze going back to the task at hand, and it was then Wilford made his presence known with a heavy groan, pushing himself up to a sit, swiping at his face. “Maybe I made a mistake with you Curtis... “ His gaze bleary as he sought out Curtis and Yona kneeling over the hole. “You just dont get what were doing here, cant see the bigger picture.” He moved to get up and Nam came between them, wheezing worst then before but ready to defend them. They were running out of time and Curtis knew it. A glance at his hand was the resolve he needed. I mean, it was the sacrifice he originally was going to make in a sense anyways. And into the gears his arm shot, stopping everything in its tracks, almost immediantly the gears all locked up, the train shuddered and wobbled unsteady.

Nam was blocking Wilford from ascending, but was struggling, surprise the gun had no fucking bullets in it, Yona reached in the gaps and stretched to reach for Timmy, who still seemed oblivious to what was going on above them. “Please Timmy, take my hand.” She turned her head to the side and stretched further, facing Matt whom now was starting to groan as well, Yona started to panic “Curtis, fuck hes waking up!” Panting through the pain of his arm getting crushed in the gears, he glanced to see Matt roll to his back, covering his face with a series of curses. Curtis, get my baby out of there, please! This time it was Tonyas voice yelling at him to save her child. Pushing Yona back with his free hand, he shot it into the one slot Timmy might fit through and grasped the boys skinny arm, hauling him up and pushing him to Yona who wrapped him up in her arms and started to pull back.

Matts foot connected squarely with Cutis jaw, wrenching his arm out of the gears, half skinning it in the process, his whole body flinging backwards. The enraged man landed on Curtis, trying to choke him out with his single hand, his broke wrist still cradling against his chest. Even with both short the use of an arm, Curtis was able to overpower him, pushing him to sprawl backwards. In there scuffle, the gun Curtis had tucked away in his jacket fell out and in both of there lunge to retrieve it, they scuffled it across the floor to land in the open hole. Matts eyes widened a bit “Oh shit!” It took a second for Curtis to understand what the issue was, yes that gun was loaded and it was currently twisting into the gears, making the entire train shudder, then a ping ping ping!

The pressure had set off the bullets in the weapon, and all around them steam shot out of the pipes. Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking around with fear at the reaction, and there was another mighty shudder. “Its gonna go off the tracks, good job fuckers!” Wilford hissed out in a panicked rage. Another shudder and the nose of the train must have hit something, an ice block on the tracks Baby your voice sounding scared in his confused mind, cause it jerked upwards, loosing traction on the track, without the wheels working in tandem to keep the forward momentum. It scrambled everyone, slamming them to the left side, Curtis skidded on his backside, crashing into Matt, who slammed into the kitchenette cabinets. The kids they went flying backwards towards the half opened gate, falling into the car just behind, Wilford and Nam entangled together smashed into the bolted down kitchen table. Claude, she screamed in fear at just waking up to everyone being whipped around spinning backwards across the floor. The engine started to tip to its side. The side of the Engine suddenly was ripped away with a screech of metal and sparks, having hit cliff side rocks. Wilford and Nam got sucked out of the giant hole, and thats when Curtis went black, something falling and smashing him in the skull.

During this time, in the tail end, James was dragging you back down the aisle, your body bouncing against random bunks and junk scattered around from where they had torn everything apart. Finally he tossed you to sprawl on the ground and fell on your stomach, bouncing enough to knock the air out of you. “I thought we already talked about this hunny, just be a good girl and spread them. Not that I dont like it when you all fight a bit.” Thinking he had subdued you, he pulled back to hike up your coat and shirts to what he claimed as his prize. .

Taking a chance you twist and shoot a foot out to hit him in his chest to topple backwards and start to crawl away, but a large hand encircled your ankle and jerk you to fall on your belly with a omph! Panicked, your hands shoot out under a bunk to see if theres anything to hold onto. Your hand closes around a small shard, fitting in the palm. You snatch it as he keeps dragging you back, flipping you to your back with a smirk.

Calm down Y/N, wait for the right opportunity. Of course it was Curtis calm voice, the one he used when he was bringing you back from a panic attack. You take a deep breath, and change tactics on James, stopping trying to fight, you hold up a hand in surrender. “Please, I give! What do you want?” James hand fisted in your mess of hair, tipping your head back till your throat was exposed. Dragging his tongue over you, you fight back a wave of bile burning your throat at the feeling of the man all over you. “well what do you think sweetheart, I want your sweet pussy gripping the best dick you ever had and begging for more.” God how the fuck do you not gag at that. Concentrate Baby. Praise how good he is. you shudder in the mans grip as he starts to palm a bruised breast, twisting it painfully like before. Do I really have to Curtis?

Trust me Babygirl

“You made me feel so damn good last time, and I was so ungrateful.” trying to make your voice husky with false lust and looking up at him wide eyed. Reaching up you cup James face and bite your lip, giving it your all. “But how about this time you let me make you feel good? A thank you.” Leaning up your brush your lips against his, really putting your all into drawing him into the kiss. Fucker fell for it, and he got caught up in what you were doing with your tongue, where your hands were running all over him, palming his crotch through his pants. “Biggest ive ever had” Cant believe Im saying this. God I hate you bastards. You were fighting everything in you to not start crying in disgust. Finally when he was panting against your lips, you push him hard enough to make him roll, his hands grasping your hips to have you follow, and now.... now you fucking dick head, I have you right where I want you, you think triumphant when you straddle his stomach.

That you do baby, you know what to do next. Curtis hissed in your mind. Dont hesitate, hard and quick.

Arching up, you smile so sweetly at James looking up at you hazily. “God I knew you were a good fuck, but this is even better then I thought it could be.Tell me im the best, better then whatever his name was.” Tracing his chest, and winking at him to respond. “Oh baby, Curtis was nothing like you.” And with a quick twist of your wrist, you shove that shard of metal in his eye, pressing down hard and quick with your palm as you could. You literally felt it pop, and the warmth of blood shoot against your palm. “Hes every fucking thing a man should be!” Smashing your hand against the next vulnerable part of him, his nose, he bucks in pain underneath you, shooting you off. Tumbling, you scramble up and start running towards the back as James is screeching, dodging the unsuspecting hands of other guards reaching out of the bunks they were laying in, some of them following James choices and there captives started to fight back in the confusion you caused. “GET THAT WHORE!” James screeching, his hand covering his eye as he struggled up, red gore oozing between his fingers.

You were looking for anyplace to hide when thrown off your feet violently.

It wasnt another person, the train started rattling on its tracks and screeching, fishtailing back and forth. One violent turn and you were flung into the bars of a bunk, screaming out as pain blossomed white hot through your spine, tumbling now. Bottom was above you, crashing onto what should have been the roof of the train, items pelting you, bouncing off and crushing you. Your cries of shock and pain turning ragged when it all rolled once more, going right side up, the kids and other survivors going through a similar experience, whipping around and around as it kept rolling and bouncing. The back end of the train had gone off the side of a cliff and falling into a valley under the tracks. everyone whipped around and around, till it crashed to a stand still.

Groaning you push up under a bunch of random debris, and try to focus. Leaning over and puking from the dizziness, you push away from the mess and look around at other passengers and guards pushing themselves out of the mess, somewhere bright light was streaming in. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, you have to figure out how to get one of there guns before they take control again. Pushing up, you stumble around people, some of them eerily still, twisted bodies and blank stares. Not all survived. Relief flooded you as you saw more and more kids scrambling to your side. “Quick, find anything we can use as a weapon.” urging them with a hushed voice, they scattered to fulfill your request. Coming across a dead guard, your quick to strip him off anything valuables. Shouldering a rifle over your shoulder, more children and some of the women came back, fight in the adults eyes, most of the kids holding something they could use.

“Hey, Yall get yer asses back here!” some fucker drawled heavy accented, and a look over your shoulder saw that they had rejoined ranks. “Quick, get out that hole!” You urge your group, scrambling back the opposite way where the light was, bullets whizzed at you, ducking just in time, it clipped a woman next to you, fuck it was the woman who helped you before, Sara. Sara cried out grabbing her shoulder. Grabbing her waist, you tug her to follow along and aim the automatic rifle in your hand, just randomly shooting behind you as she climbed up to fall out of the hole with a yelp. No one followed you as you to scrambled out, maybe for once luck was on your side, there seemed to be alot less of them then there was of you survivors.

Crashing rather ungracefully over the edge of the train car, you land in the snow, and blinded you try looking around, drawing in for the first time in 18 years, fresh air. It burned your lungs,the intense cold and just that it was so god damn clean. Looking around your surrounded by cliffs, and as your eyes go into focus you can see where you all went over the edge, snow still rolling down, and scattered around you was a few more cars, above one hung precariously over the edge. Fuck, how did you all survive that? “Y/N, what do we do?” What do you do? What would Curtis do? You all had never discussed being on the outside. “We have to get away from here, they will be coming out any second after us.” Everyone shivered around you, wrapping arms around themselves. The entire group surrounding you wouldnt make it for long without shelter and heat.

“Curtis” You voice was soft, he missed that.

“Hey baby” He looked over his shoulder and smiled.

“Curtis” You looked lost to him, confused.

“Im right here Babes” He held out an hand to reach for you.

“CURTIS” Why wouldnt you take his hand?

”Babygirl, whats wrong?” Striding over to reach for You, his brows coming together in confusion.

“CURTIS!” Fear and Panic etched all over you

He sat straight up with a gasp, Yona falling back from where she had been leaning over him, her face a look of fear and shock, tears tracking down her face. “What the fuck happened?!” Curtis cussed as he wildly looked around, Timmy was rocking on his heels next to Curtis, and he reached over to touch the boy, make sure he was real. “Yona... wheres Nam?” The girl shook her head, and straightened from where he knocked her over.

“Wilford and Dad are not here. That guy and girl are, over there.” She pointed among the mess. “But they wont wake up, I checked.” Curtis moved to get up, wincing. There was something broken, just ribs hopefully. He wouldnt be taking deep breaths anytime soon. And then his gaze went to his mangled hand, Okay this is more serious. Wincing as he pulled his sleeve over it to protect it, it had at least clotted enough to stop bleeding but had no idea what the real damage was yet on it. Timmy just stayed rocking nearby, Curtis debating what to do, the boy had obviously been traumatized by what had happened. But at this point, there was more pressing matters. “Yona, grab that butcher knife” Somehow they still had it.

Going to a panel, Curtis inspected it and with the knife, they managed to pry it off, and tossing the panel to the side. Ahhh, bingo, Curtis tested the wires and finding them not live wires, he started to pull and yank them out. “Cut these, a good three feet at least” He stretched it out, and Yona started slicing back and forth. Right now his first worry was Matt and Claude coming around before they could be tied up. He probably should just kill them after everything, but Curtis was just done with death. At least for now, and if You ever found out he had killed your brother, He simply couldnt. Claude, well we will see what ends up happening with that bitch. You snigger. Curtis had to hide a bit of a laugh, apparently his imagination made you a bit dark.

Yona, well he would be royally screwed without the girl, she was nimble and quick with her knots, the two of them dragging the still unconscious duo to a wall, tying them tight and far apart so they couldnt help one another, Curtis finally sighed in relief. At least for now he didnt have to worry about them at the moment. Yona again came to the rescue,having found coats in the other car, wrapping her and Timmy up.

“Theres a way out in the other car Curtis, a few are outside, just... standing around. I think they are high still.” Her own eyes bleary, it occurred to Curtis she to was coming down from the kronoles and alcohol she consumed on the trudge to the front. His voice soft “Are you okay yourself?” She twitched a bit and nodded. “Just after effects, nothing I havent felt before.” Curtis didnt like it, but he had to trust her, completely out of options. Yona took Timmys hand and together the three of them worked there way out of the Engine, and the next car, well it wasnt much better off then theres was, completely flipped over, several dead. Curtis was still questioning how they even made it out. What about the tail end? You? The anxiety of not knowing.... A deep breath was drawn in, and made him instantly regret that, fuck my ribs.

Popping his head out, rubbing at his face, he took it in. Oh God your voice echoes, and before him, stretched across the blinding whiteness of where you all ended up, was just destruction, chaos, and more death. Twisted metal cars, split open to spill out its contents to scatter across the snow, it seemed like the end wasnt to bad off the further he looked down the line, but shouldnt there be more?

Wheres the rest of the train Curtis?

Were going to go find out Y/N, Im not leaving you out there alone.

Nearby there was a small group of people, most of them were hiding in heavy fur coats, and watching them for a moment, Curtis pegged Yona to be right. These fuckers are high as a god damn kite. There were a few though, that looked more put together, and Curtis recognized one of them, his eyes narrowing. Right now he didnt have any of the typical gear on, but it was one of the men who would bring there protein bars. Wonder how many you I got to deal with? Curtis sighed, fuck he was so tired suddenly. “TImmy climb on my back” He ordered and squatted enough for the boy to wrap his arms around his neck. Going to the edge, he deemed it safe enough and jumped down, stifling a groan at the jolt in his ribs. His hand, god that was just a steady throb.

Yona inched to the edge, her feet coming over the edge, and she slid off as much as possible till she landed on Curtis shoulder, his arm wrapping around her thighs to keep her from tipping over and easing down for her to get off. As he straightened the men whom he dared guessed were some of the guards came over, they were scuffed, but not bad off as Curtis nearly was, and he braced himself for the typical aggression he knew from them, but they all held up there hands in a peace sign.

“Seriously man, were not going to do anything.” Curtis took a step back from them anyways, keeping the kids behind him. Yona peaked around him warily, studying them.

“Curtis right? weve heard of you. Listen, we have to look for survivors, this group over here is kind of useless right now, and these cars might have people trapped.” One started, another picked up.

“Front, Back.... it makes no difference now, Theres probably not enough left to make it count.”

“Right... suddenly im supposed to believe you all have a good conscious?” Curtis sure as hell wasnt going to trust them, 18 years of entrapment will do that to a man. Yona tugged on his jacket, and he spared her a look.

“Good, they will help us.” He nodded encouragment, and his gut twisted. The girl hadnt been wrong yet, but his mistrust and instinct was still was over riding that. He trusted another, and betrayed everything he believed in.

Curtis she hasnt been wrong yet, shes special.

Alright Alright, he thought, holding out his uninjured hand, he growled out. “truce for now... we wont give you any trouble. Were making our way towards the back to check on our people.” One of the guards winced.

“The back? We were coming over a bridge when the train derailled. Honestly the fact any of this is still here is shocking. Im sure the back end came off the rest of the train and went over the cliff side. A fall like that in a hunk of metal.” The man shrugged in a im sorry motion “The chances are not great anyone in those cars would survive such a fall. The tail end, its gone. Any survivors will be making there way up this way.” He looked over his shoulder and sure enough, people were slowly coming in groups. “Slim, the chances are slim, but... maybe...”

Slim, the chances were slim, but... maybe... it was all Curtis heard after he said those words.

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Set After the Festival Event

Part 1?

It was hard work running there stand but honeslty Kera didnt mind that much. It was fun. She got to dress up in a yukata and see all the brothers do the same.

She wanted to say she wasnt sure whos yukata she liked the most but in all honesty she couldnt help but swoon some when she saw mammons. It seemedd to accentuate his white hair and showed off his torso which he was ever so proud of.

She did here best not to stare but could tell he caught her sneaking glances every now and then. Ugh it made her feel a little subconscious but if he called her on it shed make sure to make him pay for it 10 fold!

They had just finished packing up the stand and she wasnt gonna lie when it was her turn to wander around she may have sampled one or two of the samples of sake not really her favorite by any means but just enough to have her feeling a little more ambitious then she normally would.

"Hey guys we worked hard today what do you say we celebrate with a couple of drinks!"

"Oooh Then itll be just like that episode of I cant believe my ordinary school life got turned upside down when I got confessed to by a cute girl who turned out to be a succubus and is now telling me she needs my life energy to stay alive. " Levi mentioned.

I couldnt help but let out a laugh Levi always had the strangest anime titles.

"Oooo you know what would be fun! If we played a human world drinking game. "Asmo said. "Whats the one where you have to drink if youve done something?"

"Never have I Ever."

"Yes that one!"

"Alright you guys good with it."

"Yeah but what is never have i ever?" Belphy asked.

"Basically you say something you havent done that you want to know if others have done. And if youve done it you take a sip of your drink."

"Alright ill start out with a easy one."

"Never have I played never have I ever."

"And know youd all drink." They all took a drink except Luci."

Everyone looked at him.

"What diavolo invited me over one time and insisted on playing it with barbattos one day."

"Okay never have I ever had a one night stand with a succubus." Levi asked.

Asmo naturally took a drink but what surprised me was when lucifer took a drink to.

"What. I lived a long life and was young once and maybe very drunk."

"Oooo you know whatd be fun? If we made a competition somehow. Let say we refill everyones cups and whoevers cup is empty last gets to spend the rest of the night with Kera." Asmo suggested.

That could be fun! Everyone agreed and the wager was set. It was currently levi's turn.

"Never have I ever snook into the kitchen in the middle of the night for a midnight snack."

Belphy,beel, and Kera took a drink.

"Well never have binged watched the entirey of tsl in a weekend." Belphy responded with.

Levi took a sip.

Never have I ever had a crush on Kera.

"Beel you arent supose to say something youll have to drink on as well."

"Oh right."

Everyone besides Kera took a sip.

"Never have I ever maxed my credit card and left lucifer to pay the bill."

"That felt very targetted." Mammon said as he took a sip of his drink.

This whole things been targeted since we made it a competition Satan commented.

"Never have I ever gotten so mad I gave birth."

Luci begrudgely took a sip.

This also made stanely a little mad and what he said turned there happy semi agresive game into all out war.

"Never have I ever murdered Kera."

"OH YOU DID NOT GO THERE!"

Now belphy was pissed.

"Never have I ever had kera die in my arms!"

"WHY ArE YoU dragging me Into This!"

"Never have I ever summoned lotan just because i was losing a game!"

"Never have I ever been a dumb normie!"

Kera let out a long sigh she had just wanted to play a game. "Never have I ever been told to Sit!"

All the boys were paralyzed and dropped to the ground right then and there.

"Screw it im going home!"

#obey me #kera #never have i ever #it all started fun and games lol

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Candy 24-28

Yeah interacting is one way of putting

I think the closer Meat and Candy come to eachother though the closer they’re both gonna self destruct

“It will stay here for millions more years, where it will remain indefinitely on a barren, desolate Earth C, waiting to host a single cherub child, chained to its bedroom. But for now, it hosts these three.”

Alright so Earth C doomed to failure confirmed, it needs to be a barren desolate wasteland if it’s gonna be the literal planet for Calliope and Caliborn’s birth

oh my god.

That’s why Gamzee raised the baby cherub

what seemed so out of character for someone like Gamzee to do so long ago now makes perfect sense

He thought it was his role to raise Caliborn in that stupid ass LE/Dirk philosophy

Aww, Terezi’s dying ):

Aradia and Sollux are acting as Alltie’s like, double attendants?

Is that like, a flipside of Gamzee’s whole mirthful messiahs thing where he is on LE’s Side?

I mean, Aradia is pretty 8D and Sollux is pretty D8 as characters

That was a really good conversation from Terezi and John

It really does like, firmly solidify to me that Terezi and John retconning the fact that Vriska died to Terezi’s sword way back then was absolutely the incorrect way of handling things

it’s the cornerstone for how things have been ripped apart all this time since then i think

when it first happened, it was tragic and necessary and developed the characters into a certain way of being

Terezi’s got depressed and into a bad state of being, so now, we’ve been given the flipside and shown what would happen if Vriska had been spared in that moment

and the answer is

the same goddamn thing, Vriska leaves her, Terezi can’t get closure from it and her life spirals downward from there

except here were sort of shown what might have been her saving grace, an actual system of support from someone she cares about, and someone she can support in return

what an actual relationship is actually supposed to be

the reason why constant relationships didn’t solve her problems everytime she made new ones is because they were relationships built solely on whims, feelings, maybe some physical passion

but none of them actually offered any actual support or companionship

wanting to love someone really really hard and wanting to be loved by someone really really hard doesn’t solve your problems no,

but having someone to help you through those problems and work on them with you does actually help solve problems

I think that’s the key difference here in asking “which relationship would “”fix”” Terezi” the answer being the only actual two-way relationship she might have ever had

Channel change time for Karkat

and an alive Meenah, I forget how that happened in Meat but eh

anyway next page

“But if he doesn’t care that much, and there’s nothing to it, then why does he do it? Why does he seem to put care into the nonsense he badgers her with? He supposes he could ask the same of many features of his life. Why does he care? Why does he put the time in? When you can’t shake the feeling that nothing here has much intrinsic meaning—or rings as “canon,” to drop a term he has to admit has worn out some welcome in his vocabulary—how does one justify even leaving the house? “

that phrase there, “Nothing Here has much intrinsic meaning -or Rings as Canon” feels like a double meaning

on the one hand, John is saying nothing in this world feels like it’s actually real

on the other hand, the phrase can be read as “There are no Rings of Canon in this world” as physical objects

and we just got done seeing a page about the Life Ring

I wonder if those rings are not also imbued with some idea of not just Life, but canon?

and if that’s the case

maybe the two rings really are each half of what would become the house juju cursor thing

going on with the symbolic metaphor of two opposite objects mutually self destructing and creating something new

maybe when you destroy both rings by bringing them together, in the wake of their destruction would form the original plot hole - the cursor juju, a literal canon shaping hole in the plot

it’s kind of like the idea of two similar dimensional things coming together to make a higher dimensional thing, themselves seemingly being removed from those lower dimensions in the process

like, what happens when you fundamentally merge two perfectly identical 2 dimensional circles?

you get a singular 3rd dimensional sphere and no more 2d circles

so what happens when you merge two 3rd dimensional circular rings?

a literal 4th dimensional “hole” in canon where they once were

that’s my thinking anyway

anyway back to John having a breakdown over Terezi’s death

man Candy sure is something, I can’t really decide which one I found more interesting Candy or Meat

I felt like there was maybe more to react to in Meat, but there’s interesting bits in Candy as well

oh damn though ten year time skip on the next page O.o

oh fuck we skipped the war and gone straight to the dystopian nightmare havent we

their curfew is 13 minutes after midnight??? that’s so odd, also that makes it either 12:13 or 00:13 however you look at it

oh look, It’s JohnVris 2.0

huh, Karkat and Meenah got a love story out of it too

Now I wanna see a photoshop of like, Big Boss or whathisface from metal gear but just like trollified and with karkat’s horns

So Candy is definitely representing this idea of a character’s potential for the kinds of story arcs they might have, no matter what ends up happening

John stepping into his dad’s shoes and becoming a loving husband and father

Karkat becoming a revolutionary against a twisted tyrannical planet

these individual story beats all fall in line with their characters and what they might have been, had sburb never have been involved in their lives in the first place, is what I think

Roxy pops out a baby and become a mom after having a romance with a dashing young man is basically Rose’s Mom Lalonde’s storyline

Rose eventually becoming a key figure in a rebellion on a tyrannical version of earth is the same story here on Earth C as it was in the history of Roxy’s original planet as HER Mom Lalonde

but its the context of the story that makes it different or not

but these core tenants of the kinds of things and choices all these characters would do doesn’t really change all that much when you strip them down into their simplest forms

so in a way, even though nothing here is canon, it’s giving the audience and idea of what the story would be like if it was canon, how characters might react or grow up to be and the potential they have for doing certain things

but doing that also takes away all the nuance and symbolism of why it’s relevant and important for each story, and context matters intensely

John seems to reconcile with Jade and Dave if he’s the best man at their wedding

and if Dave is marrying Jade and John’s here and their all okay and it’s being held at Jake’s mansion....

no their making it clear theyre siding with Rose and Kanaya, but not as much as they could be I guess

Damn Roxy, I expected better of you, really? But she’s honestly just trying to gravitate towards the thing that makes her personally the happiest, with no regard to how she’s throwing everyone under the bus, p selfish of her

and for real, she’s with the people she always considered her closest friends

Jake’s actually the one going against their grain the most, but that might be because the closest person to him is already dead, and then his runner up is viewing Jade as his alt universe grandma. his channel with Jane is ruined and well, Jake wasn’t close with Roxy or Callie

people just value certain relationships over others sometimes

damn this one ends on a really somber note though

extremely filled with nostalgia of missed potential

Candy is where nothing went right for anyone technically

Oh shit it’s real Vriska, who fell into the black hole in Meat yeah?

Yeah with the way shes screaming about needing to see what happens when you beat the final boss it’s that Vriska hoo boy

hilariously channeling the desperation of the people who read this when it first dropped no wonder though

I am noticing in Candy that despite more and more history being generated, I have less and less to react to

that one line though about what the passage of time must feel like to immortals, that feelings of what used to feel like a day now only feels like a couple hours, what used to feel like a week now feels like a couple days

time gets faster the more you live it

pretty soon a day will be but a blink of an eye for people like John

#Homestuck #Meat or Candy

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