#I'm glad he's safe. praying for them all

[crunchyorangeleaf]

Motaz Azaiza has evacuated Gaza today ❤️‍🩹

[slaybestieslay946]

Hey! I love ur blog and I saw ur accepting requests for luke castellan, (I’ve never requested a fic before so I’m sorry if I’m doing this wrong lol)

Could I have a fic where reader comes to camp in the middle of the night after getting attacked by monster(doesn’t matter which monster) but after they’re in camp and moved into the Hermes cabin they’re distant and angry because theyre pissed off at the world and the gods. Luke being luke though doesn’t give up on trying to make the reader feel at home and tries his hardest to get them out of their shell. UNTIL reader gets claimed by Zeus and gets moved to the lonely Cabin 1 and can’t sleep so they go back to Hermes cabin and Luke lets them sleep in his bunk w him and fluffy ending of such

Damn that was a lot it’s totally ok if u don’t want to do this!

Thank you!!!

I really love this idea, and I'm so glad you love my blog! Hope you enjoy!

Mystery Girl

MASTERLIST

word count: 2700

pairing: luke castellan x zeus!reader

warnings: minor depictions of violence, readers kind of a bitch but like not really.

a/n: reader is so unbothered i kinda aspire to be her

Late at night, you stumbled through the camp's threshold, leaning on Aspen, your protector. He was equally leaning into you, and you couldn’t tell whose blood it was soaking threw your shirt, yours, or his. 

You could see a few buildings at the bottom of the hill, and a few of them had lights on. 

“Help, please!” You shouted, weakly raising your arm to catch some sort of attention. 

Aspen did the same, his exclamations a mix of real words and pained bleats. 

Eventually, people began emerging from the buildings, rubbing their eyes in exhaustion, trying to work out what was going on. You and Aspen continued to shout for help, shuffling slowly down the hill, praying that you wouldn’t bleed out before you reached the bottom. 

Finally, someone seemed to realise you were in trouble, and a boy about your age began jogging up the hill towards you. His face was mostly calm, and he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, halting when he saw the blood on your clothes and the used spear in your hand. 

You instinctively let go of Aspen, and rushed forward to seek help.

“Please, help me.” You pleaded desperately, losing your balance and stumbling forwards towards him. 

“Alright, alright.” He said, catching you by the arm and holding you steady, before shouting down at the campers below, “These two need to get to the infirmary! Someone wake the Apollo cabin, yeah?!”

He then turned back to you, holding you steady by the arms and trying to assess the damage. 

“It’s alright, yeah? You’re safe now, we just gotta get these cuts checked out, hm?”

You tried to nod, but found you couldn’t move your head, or your body. You tried to speak, tried to tell him that Aspen needed help too, but your mouth couldn’t move either. 

And then your vision went black. 

*

When you woke up, you thought you were in heaven. It smelt nice, homely. Not that you really knew that home was supposed to smell like. 

It was warm too, and you felt yourself sighing contentedly. If this really was heaven, then you didn’t mind being there all that much. 

After a while, you decided it was time to open your eyes, maybe go and explore the afterlife. 

But when you tried to sit up, you felt a sharp jolt of pain that snapped you back to reality. You let out a small hiss in discomfort, lowering yourself back into the bed. 

Slowly, the memories began to come back to you, leaving school, Aspen forcing you onto a road trip, nearly getting killed by a monster, and finally passing out on the hill of a ‘camp’. 

Heaven sounded preferable. 

You took in the room. It seemed like any old house, a dresser in the corner along with a wardrobe and old floral wallpaper that even covered the ceiling. Until you noticed another bed beside yours, with Aspen asleep on it, and one beside his. 

You remembered the words of that boy who’d run to you, and you figured this must be the infirmary. 

“Hey, Aspen.” You whispered, turning your head to the side and trying to ignore the sting of your injuries.

“Aspen!” You called again, raising your voice, but still he didn’t hear you. He must still be asleep. Lucky bastard. 

You huffed, sinking fully back into the pillows and waiting for someone to arrive. Thankfully, it didn’t take long, and soon enough a young boy was coming in, holding several canisters of liquid. 

“Oh, you’re awake,” He grinned, “How’s the pain?”

“Bad.” You replied, groaning at the thought. 

He chuckled, “Not surprising. You got some nasty scratches from that monster. Here, drink some of this, it’ll fix you up.” 

He offered one of the canisters to you, and you took it, regarding it with a certain amount of suspicion. 

“What’s this?”

“Nectar. It’ll help, trust me.” 

You relented, deciding that it was worth the risk if it would get rid of some of the throbbing in your back. 

And he was right, almost immediately, you felt soothed, and as you drank more, you began to feel energised, like you could conquer the world. 

“What did you say this was? Nectar?” 

“Yep. Food of the gods.” 

“Where’d you get this stuff?” 

“Oh, we get shipments from Olympus every month. You won’t find that at your local grocery store.”

“Woah, woah, woah.” You held up your hands to stop him for a minute, “What do you mean Olympus?” 

The boy's eyes widened, and some kind of realisation struck him. 

“I don’t think I should be the one to break this to you.” 

*

Just a few hours later, everything had been explained to you, and you were kicked out of the so-called ‘Big House’. Nice of them to do that, considering a centaur had just dropped the bombshell that you were the child of an ancient Greek god. 

To be fair though, you probably should have clocked that something was up when you were being chased by a mythical beast, but then again, you did have your hands full. 

Now, you were sitting on the front steps of the porch, waiting for some kid to show you round the camp. 

“Hey, mystery girl! Good to see you’re feeling better.” A voice called out, and you looked up to see the very same boy who had come to your aide on the hill. 

“Oh, hi. Yeah, I’m all good.”

“Cool. Nice to meet you, by the way. I’m Luke.”

“Y/N.” 

“Right, so, I’ll start the tour.” He declared, flashing you another bright grin which you feebly returned. 

He started the tour off at the dining pavilion, then showed you the amphitheatre, then the strawberry fields, the archery range and the lake. 

Finally, he introduced you to each of the cabins, skipping over the empty cabins 1, 2 and 3. 

“And this,” He gestured to the eleventh cabin, “Will be where you’re staying.”

“Woah.” You said, stepping back, “What do you mean staying? I can’t stay here.” 

He looked at you blankly, “You don’t really have much of a choice, mystery girl.”

“Yeah, I do. I can leave whenever I want, you can’t do anything about it.” 

“You wanna get killed by a monster? Because if I remember right, you came awfully close a few days ago. That’s why you can’t leave.” 

“Well I guess I’ll just have to take that chance. Appreciate the tour and everything, but I’m going.” You then turned on your heel and began to walk away. 

There was no chance in hell you were staying in this camp, and if it had to be over your dead body, then so be it. 

However, your desertion was halted by Luke grabbing you by the hand and pulling you back. 

“I’m not kidding, Y/N. You’ll die as soon as you step past that barrier. Just,” He sighed, seemingly exasperated, “Stay for one night. It’s not that bad here once you get used to it.” 

You glared up at him, weighing your options. He seemed pretty serious about this. 

“And you can’t leave Aspen when he’s still in critical condition?”

That broke your resolve.

“Fine. I’ll stay until Aspen wakes up. Show me my bunk.” 

He grinned, and turned back to Cabin 11, showing you inside. 

*

Turns out, Aspen waking up wouldn’t be such a close deadline as you thought. As it turned out, he’d been hit by some kind of poisonous claw from the monster, and had been put into some kind of coma. 

So now, as prior to your agreement with Luke, you were stuck here until he woke up. Which could be next week, or next year for all you knew. 

And yeah, you felt bad for the guy ‘cause he was in a coma, but it was seriously messing up your plans of leaving camp. 

Because you hated camp. 

The Hermes cabin stunk, and it was constantly noisy. Probably because there were so many people in there all the damn time. 

You also sucked at most of the stuff around camp. 

You weren’t exactly nurturing, so it was a no to the infirmary and the strawberry fields. You were an awful shot, and when you had a go in the forges you dropped a mallet on your foot. You were still recovering from that one. 

It seemed the only thing you were even slightly good at was fighting, mainly with the staff Aspen had lent you during the fight with the monster outside camp. Still, you weren’t great, unlike Luke who had insisted on taking you under his wing. 

He sat with you at every dinner and breakfast, and always seemed to be there when you turned a corner, or found a moment of peace. 

Yes, it was very kind of him to try and settle you in, but it was pretty futile, considering all you had wanted to do ever since you woke up was leave, consequences be damned. 

The one saving grace to your boredom was capture the flag. Luke had told you about it on your first day, and it was a game you remembered playing as a kid, and really enjoying. Apparently they ran a game every month, and this coming Sunday would be your first time playing.

The day of the game arrived, and for the first time in your two weeks at camp, you were in a decently good mood, and of course, Luke took notice of this. 

“What’s got you so happy, mystery girl?”

“Nothing. Besides, why do you keep calling me that, you know my name now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but you're just so private and mysterious. I’m surprised you even told me your name.”

“I wish I didn’t, Castellan, maybe you wouldn’t be here to bug me all the time.” 

“Ouch, don’t be like that. You know I’m great company really.” 

You didn’t reply to that, instead rolling your eyes at him and returning to the task of tightening your armour, struggling a bit with the straps. 

Luke quickly came to your aid, much to your chagrin, helping you adjust the breastplate so it fit properly. 

“Thanks.” You sighed reluctantly, quickly stepping away from him to grab your spear. 

“No problem.” 

*

Soon, the game was well underway, and you quickly realised that you had been given possibly the most boring job, that being guarding the perimeter. Not that you could really blame your team leaders, you were the newest member and logically the most inexperienced. But still, you’d been hoping for something a little more exciting. 

Every now and then you heard the odd shout further on in the woods and raised your spear, but you never actually caught sight of anyone from the opposing team. Or your team for that matter. 

You really had been given the short straw. 

After another hour of standing there, you were about ready to quit all of this completely, throw off your armour and escape camp, agreement with Luke be damned, that was until you heard hurried footsteps, and someone panting heavily coming from behind you. 

You quickly whipped around, to see a girl from the Ares cabin, holding your flag, standing about 50 feet away. 

Then you heard another step of footsteps, and there was Luke, around the same distance away, holding the opposing team's flag. 

You really didn’t want to be caught in the middle of something this exciting. 

They both began to run towards the threshold at top speed, and you stayed standing between them, unsure of what to do. Should you step back and let Luke do his thing, or should you step in to stop the girl. She looked pretty terrifying. 

You whipped your head side to side, continuing to debate, and in the midst of your dilemma, you realised the girl was much closer to you than Luke was. Fuck. 

You had to stop her somehow, but you obviously could just slash blindly at her, you didn’t want to behead her. 

And then, suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, falling directly in her path, and she leapt back to avoid it, stumbling and also falling to the floor. 

Luke kept running, swerving around the fallen tree and onto your team's territory, cheering as the red flag shimmered and turned blue, and the conch sounded. 

You quickly ran over to the girl, clambering over the tree in an effort to help her up. 

She looked up at you in shock and confusion, but her eyes seemed to be focused on the space just about your head. 

“What’s wrong?” 

She pointed above you, “He claimed you.” She stuttered out. 

You looked to where she was pointing, and saw a lightning bolt shining above your head. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” 

*

Of course you had to be Zeus’ kid. Just your luck, a forbidden child, with some stupid prophetic destiny. 

If you ever met your father, you’d be sure to give him an earful about his part in your conception. 

Almost immediately after capture the flag, you were announced to the camp by Chiron, and then promptly herded into the empty cabin 1. 

And you never thought you’d say it, but you missed cabin 11. Sure, it was a mess, and the kids in there didn’t know how to shut up, but at least it had some semblance of life, unlike your new home. It was barren, and empty, and you hated it. 

It was even worse now that you had your own permanent bed. Before you’d had at least a pipedream of leaving camp and going off on your own again, but now that was entirely gone. Chiron would never let you out of his sight ever again, not now that you were a child of the ‘Big Three’. You were so screwed. 

You tossed and turned for hours in bed, unable to sleep in the unfamiliar environment, and, strangely, uncomfortable with the crushing loneliness you felt. 

You’d never felt lonely before. Your whole life, you’d been pretty much alone, but that was by choice. This time it was by force, and you felt isolated from everyone else at camp. Suddenly you regretted your refusal to make friends. 

So, your feet naturally carried you to the only person you could kind of call a friend, and you weren’t surprised when you landed outside Luke Castellan’s window. 

You gave it a light tap, and he opened his eyes, giving you a sad smile as he saw your face through the window. It looked like he hadn’t slept at all either. 

“Can I come in?” You mouthed through the window, and he quickly nodded, reaching up to open it and let you in. 

“Thanks,” You whispered, stepping down onto the hardwood floor. 

“No problem. Having trouble sleeping?” He asked, patting the spot beside him. You gladly sat down.

“Uh, yeah. It’s really empty there.” 

“Hm, sure is. You sure you didn’t just miss me too much?”

“Maybe I did Castellan.” You declared, shrugging your shoulders as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world to say.

 “I’m sorry though, Luke. I’ve been kind of an asshole ever since I got here.” You said, looking down at your muddy shoes. 

“Hey, I get it. It’s an adjustment, that’s for sure. I’ve dealt with worse from newcomers.” 

“Thanks. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me, even if it doesn’t seem like it.” 

“Anytime.” 

You both fell silent for a moment, listening to the snores of the kids around you before he piped up again. 

“Hey, I don’t mind you staying here tonight if you want?” He said, his voice slightly awkward. You paid it no mind.

“I’d like that.” 

He moved to the other side of the bed as you removed your shoes, rolling onto the bed beside him. 

You were both silent again for a while, until Luke’s voice yet again came from beside you. 

“I’m gonna have to come up with a new name for you now, huh?”

“What, I’m not mysterious anymore?” You asked, feigning offence. 

“Not now that we’re best buddies. I’m thinking… Sparky!” 

“That is god awful.” 

“Exactly.” 

You snickered under your breath at his idiotic sense of humour, and allowed yourself to sink into the bed beside him. 

And for the first time, you didn’t want to leave.

[bigbawdy-benzz]

SUPER SHY 2.0

Pairing: Miles 42! X Shy Black Plus Size Fem Reader

Tags: @idkmistake @aaliyahwalkshere @mama-2001

Summary: Y/N has finally been noticed by Miles, you already had Miles heart now you have it even more now that you two are bonding getting to know each other.

A/N: I'm glad you guys loved the other one so much!! So here's pt.2 a day later I hope you guys love this one as well!! ENJOYYYYY as the author I was giggling and kicking my feet rooting for y’all. Btw if you didn’t read Pt.1 go read it before this one!! pt3

“I'm Y/N thank you so much”. You say taking your books trying to hide your smile.

“No problem Y/N also I like your shoes” Miles stated with a smile, you looked down at your shoes then looked at his smiling even wider looking back up at him.

“Thank you we’re matching” Y/N replied. Miles looked at his shoes smirking looking at Y/N

“Coincidence” He said swiftly walking away with his friends. You were hooping and hollering in your head trying not to scream.

“GIRLLLLLLLLL” Aaliyah shouted.

“Damn that was a very intense moment” Ocean states with her eyes widened looking at You.

“That's your man cannot convince me ANY less” Aaliyah exclaimed, throwing her hands up.

“Seriously did you see the way he LOOKED at you when y’all were talking AND the mamita that's all yours Y/N”. Ocean added to Aaliyah’s statement

“PLS don’t add on to my delusions, let's get to class” You stated before, y'all were late to class. You and your friends contained yourselves going to your math class. You couldn’t concentrate on anything but Miles was running through your mind it was hard to pull yourself together. Your friends noticed laughing quietly. You looked at them with a smile, you went on your phone to distract yourself seeing the following icon pop up on instagram, you clicked it seeing ‘therealmilesgmorales’ has followed you. Your eyes light up showing your friends your phone.

“Ohhhh mmmmm ggggggg” Aaliyah whispered.

“You better get on that luv cause that's officially your man he followed you” Ocean stated smirking at You.

“Real delulu screaming out my man” You sang causing you and your friends to giggle, in your peripheral vision your teacher eyed yall.You guys immediately started doing your work praying the bell rings soon. You went back to daydreaming with the biggest smile on your face, you heard the bell ring grabbing your things exiting the class room with your friends. The rest of the school day went by smoothly, you saw Miles in the hallway shooting him smiles and he smiled right back at you. The end of the day approached and you were about to leave with your friends.

“Hey Mamita” Miles said approaching you, you were smiling from ear to ear.

“Hi Miles” You said shyly.

“Is it okay if I walk you home?”. Miles asked, You looked at your friends and then back at Miles they nodded their heads at you.

“Yes of course” You replied.

“BYEEE Y/N WE LOVE YOU” Aaliyah shouted

“BE SAFE BOOKIE” Ocean Shouted as well as you were leaving with Miles.The walk was dead silent for 5 minutes because you were too shy to say anything, Miles picked up on this smiling at you.

“What you listening to?” Miles asks

“I'm listening to Best I ever had by Drake” You reply

“That's my shiiit play it I wanna listen”. He says you take your airpod out blasting the song. Miles starts singing, you look at him chuckling joining him cause fuck it.

“Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it I want this forever, I swear, I can spend whatever on it” The both of you sing laughing having a good time walking home. You were smiling the whole walk, Miles started dancing while walking making you laugh.

“AYEEEE” you shouted hyping him up, you appreciated how he made you feel comfortable by doing simple things. Quite frankly Miles did not give a damn about how he might have looked crazy; it made you feel comfortable enough to sing at the top of your lungs with him.

“Who else you listen to ma?” Miles asks with a smile, seeing you smile

“I listen to Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator, Steve lacy, Shreea Kaul, the list goes on”. You reply smiling from ear to ear.

“I like Brent Faiyez, Tyler the Creator,Steve Lacy, I have to listen to Shreea Kaul. We gotta get together, do nothing and listen to music you a Vibe” Miles stated, looking at you with the cutest smile on your face.

“Tienes una hermosa sonrisa” Miles said, making you want to fall to your knees, the way it rippled off his tongue, the way his voice sounded it tingled you just right. (You have a beautiful smile)

“Thank you Miles” You said shyly, Miles chuckled.

“You gettin shy on me Mamita?”. He says confidently being a tease, the way everything rolled off his tongue did something to you.

“Noo of course not”. You say looking away from Miles.

“Awe it’s okay, I have a question for you”. Miles expressed

“What's your question?” You ask while still looking away from him, he brought his hand to your chin turning your head to look at him, you were flustered trying not to blush.

“Can I take you out Tomorrow?” He asks, caressing your cheek with his thumb, you fall into his touch looking at him.

“Yes you can take me out” You say receiving a smile from Miles, he wanted to kiss you right then and there but it was too soon way too soon. He stopped touching your face realizing you’ve made home.

“Don’t worry about where we are going, I'm going to figure it out,it's going to be a surprise just show up looking pretty I'm going to show you how pretty girls are treated”. Miles stated looking you in the eyes.

Stay tuned for pt 3!!!

[rayroseu]

The Halloween Ceremony of Briar Valley is very similar to the Lantern Festival in Tangled.

The Lantern Festival was created after the mysterious kidnapping of Baby Rapunzel and the purpose was everyone in the kingdom lights up lanterns in the sky in hopes for the safe return of their princess.

In TWST, I think this festival was created in Briar Valley after the death of Meleanor, and Briar Valley faes lights up lanterns in hopes that her "leftover egg" be finally hatched.

For \~400 years it isn't just Lilia wishing for the stars for Malleus to be born, everyone in Briar Valley prayed for Malleus to hatch safely as well

His birthday is a holiday because it was celebrating the newlyborn dragon but this Lantern Festival of BV is on Halloween because it commemorates Meleanor's death and the desperation of the people for Malleus to 'exist.' That's why now that he's born, it's his duty to light up the lanterns as to imply that he made the "miracles come true/answered the wishes of his people."

Lilia tells this tale on his Halloween Vignette that Malleus is still a kid and an amateur in magic.

So, I'm thinking that this incident was probably a major trauma for Malleus seeing that he harmed his people by destroying houses as people flee away from him in fear that they'll be hurt by him... on the day that's supposed to celebrate his existence after long centuries of praying, he repayed it as first by displaying how powerful and terrifying he is even as a child.

As if he didn't already experience almost killing the castle servants by freezing them to death as a baby... Imagine the first life lesson you'll learn after learning how to walk was "to control your power so that it won't harm others." (What General Lilia implied to him after he cheered him up).

I don't really view that Malleus genuinely likes being all powerful, that's why he craves companionship, because majority of his childhood composed of his own people almost getting killed by him.

Malleus probably feels guilty to convert such The Lantern Festival/Halloween Ceremony into a tragedy. This was a ceremony where people should be glad he's here but how can one be genuinely glad to "have him" after the massive fire incident... 😭

"It will forever be carved in Briar Valley's History"... Unlike the freezing castle incident which happened in private... This was a public disaster where he's always going to be reminded by the scene of Briar Valley burning up because of his flames every Halloween...

That's why when he says this "Halloween is very special", he means it profoundly. It's kind of like a "revised memory" from a Halloween day where people were actually happy and celebrating, and why prior to the Halloween Event, he was so adamant that it should be 'perfect'...

I think there's a tragic tone that Malleus is basically a perfectionist because he often caused disasters when he was a child.

[scribbledghost]

I congratulate you on your 3000 subscribers! It's really a lot, but your work is really cool! Sometimes I go on Tumblr just to see new CoD posts from you... 😅 Can I ask about Ghost 23 and 43. Given his paranoia, he would definitely have tried to hide his partner from the team for a long time, but mistakenly revealed their relationship in the most ridiculous way 💜Thank you!

Note: I'm so glad you like my CoD stuff!! I totally agree, I think at first he'd keep his partner under wraps, but I do enjoy the idea of everyone finding out in the dumbest way lol 3K Follower Prompt List

23. They left their ID at their (secret) lover’s house and doesn’t realize until they get to work and can’t get in. Their lover has to bring their ID to them and now everyone knows they’re together 43. They try to hide their relationship in ridiculous ways

He’d tried so hard to keep this from happening.

He’d tried so hard to keep you a secret, to keep you away from this part of his life. To keep you safe.

And now, all that was about to get thrown out in spectacularly stupid fashion.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust his team - he has to, at least in the field. But the last time he trusted teammates with information about his loved ones… he doesn’t like to dwell on the results.

So he’s tried his best to keep his relationship with you hidden. Not because he’s ashamed, no. Quite the opposite. But he can’t handle the idea of you getting roped into military life in any way, shape, or form. So he hides you.

Or at least, he’s tried to. Sometimes in odd ways.

Like the time Johnny peeked over his shoulder while Simon had a photo of you brought up on his phone and Simon had to try and convince him he was wistfully staring at a picture of a random person. Or the time Gaz came by his home unexpectedly to drop some mission reports off for his signature and Simon had ushered you into the coat closet by the door. 

Or the time Price had asked him what was up with the new “Next of kin” name in his file and Simon had to tell his captain a boldfaced lie and say he’d never heard that name before in his life.

"Don't take it out of my file though. It's... it's fine."

All the effort. All the secrecy. About to be blown out of the sky by one simple mistake. 

He left his ID at your place, and now the security on base won’t let him in.

It’s too late to turn around and go get it - Simon needs to be wheels-up in thirty. So first, he calls Price to explain what’s going on, and to see if he can let him in. 

“I’ll see if I can come get you, but you’ll need that ID for the mission. Better drive fast.”

So Simon bites the inside of his cheek and does the unthinkable.

He calls you. 

He explains what’s happened, and within seconds you’re on your way to bring it to him. He prays you get there and are gone before Price shows up.

But alas, the universe rarely smiles that brightly on Simon Riley.

As bad luck would have it, you arrive at exactly the same time as Price does - with Soap and Gaz in tow, no less.

To your credit, you try to explain away the situation. You’re just a neighbor. Just a friend. But the 141 know better, and Simon can tell. He’s been had.

“Bonnie thing,” Johnny teases after you hand Simon his card with a soft “be careful” and take your leave. “Been holdin’ out on us, L.T. Gonna properly introduce us sometime?”

“One more word and you’ll run laps 'til your legs stop workin’, sergeant.”

“Worth it.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

That with mark and alternative Y/n was so adorable!!! :0

May i request like the aftermath headcanons? Like Mark begins to trust alternative Y/n and sees them now as his Guardian “Angel” and they become a duo! him bragging around school catching others attention like adam and Jonah? :3

Aw thanks! I'm glad you liked it! Also we're calling this an AU where "all the victims are besties and attend the same school"

If y'all wanna read the prequel it's here!!!!!

.................

Mark had prayed all his life for a guardian angel.

Never did he think one would come as an Alternate, of all things.

But...how else could he describe you?

Ever since that night, you've kept your promise to protect him, keeping him safe from the others who wanted to prey on his loss of faith and hope.

It still took a while for him to fully trust you, though, getting jumpy whenever he spots you in the corner when he's about to sleep or hears your voice all of the sudden.

And of course his nightmares have gotten 10x worse, but you're always there to comfort him.

The worst ones are where you sell him out to your "Savior", though those eventually faded.

You only went into hiding when Thatcher visited his house for a wellness check after his school's receptionist got concerned with his prolonged absence.

He didn't give away the fact you were still present, but did report his encounters with the other hostile Alternates, allowing the lieutenant to collect evidence.

Once Mark is determined not to show any M.A.D symptoms, he's okay enough to go back to school, where you still watch over him regularly.

Alternates haven't found a way to infiltrate schools yet, but you didn't wanna take any chances.

From your observations, you learn that he's quite the shy/loner kid, sometimes getting teased by others for his personality alone.

You also learned that Cesar usually rushed to his defense...but with him gone, Mark was pretty much on his own now.

One day, he's drawing you during class. But when the teacher left the room for a minute, some jerk snatched his "Reassurances" notebook and made fun of him in front of everyone.

He managed to get it back, but he hid in the bathroom during lunchtime and cried for a while until you appeared in the mirror and asked what's wrong.

Long story short, you gave the bully M.A.D later that night and left them to their fate (spoiler: they were part of the 3% who lived, unfortunately, but they dropped out of school).

Mark's not one to condone this kind of thing from you, but....you actually did him a huge favor by getting rid of them. They've bullied him for years--ever since the day he shared that "scary night" story back in elementary, in fact, and they never let it go.

With them gone, he becomes a bit more confident in himself, eventually telling his friends about how an Alternate actually helped him.

Ofc seldom few actually believe him, though it definitely caught the attention of Adam, Jonah, Sarah, and Evelin.

They're trying to get a paranormal/ghost-hunting club established and think it would be neat to have a friendly Alternate as their mascot and/or helper.

They are surprised when Mark agrees to join, considering he used to say it was "demonic" and didn't want anything to do with the club--but you've changed his perspective.

Obviously they don't want any authority figures getting word of an Alternate hanging around the school, so they do their best to talk to you in secret, learning how you helped their friend that night and why you're so benevolent towards innocent humans.

Sarah and Jonah are lowkey nervous interacting with you (Sarah bc her brother nearly died thanks to the actions of two other members of your kind, and Jonah bc he's skittish around all things scary).

If anyone trusts you, though, it's Mark.

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

hi, In your fic oh, i'm just a kid - oh, i'm no longer a kid do you think Thalia would have told y/n about Jason and if so do you think she would have told her his name or just about him.

✮⋆˙ i'm a sister, i had a brother...his name was jason; platonic! thalia grace x daugther of poseidon! reader blurb

content: platonic! thalia grace x daugther of poseidon! reader blurb warning: none! i mean, kinda angsty but not really?? more bittersweet than anything. author's note: BOSTON SHOUTOUT- okay okay i loved this so much i instantly wrote this little blurb. also, not the marvel reference in the title. man, i was mad into that during covid but tbh kinda glad i grew out of it bc there is wayyyyyyyy too much going on with those movies now like...wtf its crazy glad i escape frfr

some place west of boston, the harbor town that the daughter of poseidon was more than sad to leave in the rearview mirror, the mishmash group of kids settled for the night. this time, thalia and y/n went scouting the area, leaving luke to occupy annabeth. they came across a rushing creek, both of them making the silent agreement to sit down and enjoy the sounds for a few moments. the sun was still rather high in the sky, neither of them too concerned for the moment being. y/n reached her hand forwards into the creek, letting the water rush through and between her fingers, giggling softly to herself as she felt the power course through her at just a touch. she glanced over her shoulder at thalia, who rolled her blue eyes as the daugther of poseidon flicked water at her.

"do you think there will be other kids like us at camp?" y/n questioned as she started untying her shoes, eager to dip her toes into her father's domain.

"you mean, like siblings?" thalia questioned and y/n hummed back in reponse, wiggling her toes in the rushing water.

"i've always wanted a brother," y/n pouted, not even the soothing water able to keep her mood up.

"i had a brother..." thalia whispered, barely being heard over the crashing of the water against the stones below. y/n instantly looked over at thalia with kind eyes, encouraging her to speak or not, if she so pleased.

"...his name was jason. jason james grace. he was younger, but i loved that boy so, so much. he- he tried to eat a stapler once, that silly boy. one day, he just disappeared and my mom wouldn't tell me where he went. im...im hoping he's waiting for me at camp, that he already made it," thalia admits, keeping her eyes away from the daughter of poseidon, too scared to allow her to see that much of her soul.

"he sounds sweet, thalia...thank you, for sharing," ocean's daughter mused, reaching a comforting hand out and resting it against thalia's thigh and rubbing gently. thalia, without a word, leaning her head against the other girl's shoulder and they continued to watch the rushing water.

in a few minutes, thalia would suggest that they should return, something about annabeth giving luke a headache with all the clever questions. and y/n would tug on her shoes, glancing back once more at the creek she'd probably never see again and thinking of the little grace boy, praying to the gods she could think of that he be safe at the camp...for thalia's sake.

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A Second Chance, A Father's Curse -Part 5 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

Thank you all for the support on this series, the first part has become one of my top posts and it's only been out for about a month or so, I'm really glad there's people enjoying my writing!! <333

Part 4 here

Warnings: Blood, beheading, satoru gojo is a little shit

Word count: 3.3k

“Repeat yourself, and pray that I heard you wrong lest your head falls from your shoulders,” Jin Itadori’s voice rings out in the throne room. It has gone deathly silent, the gathering of lords and his remaining four sons all now listening indiscreetly to the messenger who speaks.

“Y-your highness,” The messenger stutters, “Your son bears no traces of Itadori tattoos upon his body,” There is barely a sound as the king stands, but the messenger is quick to fall to his knees and beg for his life. Jin Itadori is not a merciful king, but he gives it this once, gives the messenger a second chance, “Go, watch over him, report back the instant anything of note happens,”

He does not have to wait long. The messenger is dead before he can finish his sentence. The only words Yuji Itadori heard, “The Crown Prince of Iqoria has perished, the King and Queen retire, your son is set to be-” Before two thumps, one after the other, and his head is rolling back down the stairs he climbed to bow directly at the throne.

The king is breathing heavily, Yuji steps instinctively between his father and his younger brothers, “OUT!” His face is red with rage, “EVERYBODY OUT!” Choso and Yuji exchange a glance, grab a brother each and sprint out the back entrance to the throne room. Their mother is not far behind, her knuckles white with stress.

“Oh mother,” Yuji murmurs once they’re a safe distance away, letting go of Kechizu and taking her hands, rubbing the backs of her knuckles until she stops clenching them. “My sons,” She whispers, tears dripping down her face, “Oh my boys, it will not be safe here for much longer,”

“We can go to Iqoria, Ryomen will take us in,” Yuji insists. “He might take you three, he won’t take me,” Choso murmurs. “What makes you so sure?” “He knows you, he protects you three, just go without me, I will be fine,” “No, if you won’t leave then neither will we,” Eso speaks up, “Either we all go or none of us do,” Kechizu nods, his hands finding Yuji again and pressing his body to his brothers, “I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t want to go anywhere without big brother Choso,” He murmurs softly.

Their mother sobs quietly, “You must all go, I refuse to lose you in his darkness,” “We cannot go yet, we must wait a few days,” Choso murmurs, pacing the hall as he thinks. “He is sure to punish us though, he is sure to come for us if we do not leave soon,” Yuji pleads. Kaori grabs her eldest son and pulls him in for a tight hug, “I will keep him away from you, do what you must to prepare but you must leave before the coronation, things will only escalate from there,”

The two eldest exchange a glance over her shoulder, fearing their father’s wrath and what they know can come from it. Slaughter, destruction, meaningless suffering, war, and of course what comes hand-in-hand with all of that. Curses manifested in their millions.

~

“What a punishment for the Captain of the Guards!” “Leave it Satoru,” “Oh no, seriously, I can’t believe she’s making you hang out with me, you must’ve really pissed her off with that stunt for her to make you do this, I mean guarding the royal sorcerer? When the royal sorcerer is me?” He smirks. It annoys Geto. The guard looks for solace in scanning the nearby treeline, deliberate in his choice to omit a reply.

“Come now, not talking to me? And here I was thinking we were friends,” Gojo continues his rituals, shooting his reluctant companion a glance as he renews the veil around the city. “Oh, so we’re friends now are we?” Geto mutters. “You wound me Captain!” Gojo groans as he steps back from the veil to admire his handiwork, the air shimmering with a lovely blue colour for a moment before fading into the air.

“Tell me about him then, if you’re so eager to talk, tell me about Prince Ryomen,” Geto folds his arms as they begin to walk back to the city, “How dangerous is he?” “You worry too much Suguru, he may be strong but if the Princess needed it, I promise you I’d win,” Geto raises an eyebrow, one hand resting now on the hilt of his sword, “Forgive my lack of faith, Satoru, but the Princess’ wellbeing is my highest priority, if I have to kill him to save her I need to know if I will be able to,”

“You really don’t like him, do you?” Gojo’s voice has softened, his face more relaxed than before as he eases into the conversation. It irks Geto. “He lashed out at her on the journey here, what am I supposed to think?” Gojo sighs, “And she forgave him, she said it was because she pushed for information he wasn’t willing to provide anyway, so what is your problem?”

They pass through the castle walls and veil as Geto falls quiet, unwilling to reply. “Is it because of those girls?” Gojo asks again. Geto turns to the royal sorcerer, gripping his arm tightly to stop him walking ahead, “I cannot lose her, if I lose her then all I have left is the failure,” Gojo’s eyes fill with pity as he looks back. It infuriates Geto. He doesn’t need the sorcerer’s pity.

“I can exorcise them if you need me to, Suguru, you don’t have to live like this,” He murmurs. “If you do that, then they’ll be gone forever,” He mutters, letting his hand drop, “This is my punishment, this is what I deserve,”

“Nobody deserves punishment for failing to protect what they love, the grief is enough, you don’t have to do this to yourself,” Geto starts walking again, heading for the sorcerer’s tower within the castle grounds.

“Think about it!” Gojo calls as he jaunts along behind the storm cloud of a man, “It might be good for you!”

~

“The news will have reached Khoccadia by now,” Ryomen whispers, his fingertips trailing up and down your spine as you lay in his arms in your shared bed, “We must prepare for the worst my father is capable of,” His other arm tightens around you slightly and you feel his muscles tense with fear. Your hands trail up his chest to his cheeks, gently rubbing with your thumbs, “And your brothers? What of them? Will they follow him?”

He shudders at the thought, curling himself down around you, “They’re better men than that, they will not,” He insists, “If…” He trails off, but you look up into his eyes, prompting him to continue the thought, “If they come here seeking refuge will you allow me to care for them?” His eyes plead silently as he looks into yours. You cannot say you’re thrilled with the idea, especially considering the implications it may have with regards to Jin Itadori, but you nod, “As long as you can trust them without a single drop of doubt, then yes,”

A flash of determination crosses his gaze, “I will make sure of it,” He mutters, shifting down and nudging his head under your chin. He’s been oddly protective the last few days, as if he expects his father to jump out of the nearest shadow and snap your neck where you stand. With the veil still lowered you know this to be impossible, as it directly alerts Gojo of anyone entering the city and the castle who was not born in Iqoria.

“Worry not of matters concerning your father right this second, please, just close your eyes and dream of elsewhere,” You murmur, your fingers trailing over his shoulders and upper back. “Why would I dream of elsewhere, when right here is where I want to be,” He breathes as his body relaxes against you, his breath fanning your collarbones as the candlelight splashes his cheeks.

Your bodies are cradled amongst swathes of blankets and an excess of pillows, your hands content to just lull him to sleep while your book remains bookmarked on the bedside table behind you. A gentle knock on the door makes you look up, “Come in,” You call softly. The knocker, a maid who slips in the room and bows quickly, smiles when she notices Ryomen’s slumbering form.

“Has he accustomed to Iqoria my lady?” She murmurs. You nod, “I believe so, what did you come for?” You ask, gently brushing your fingers through his hair. “Oh yes, Ieiri Shoko would like to see you, may I let her in?” She asks, to which you nod. The royal physician enters a moment later, her face dull as usual, only slightly warming after she’s showed her respects.

“Princess,” She starts, “Do you want the good news or the bad news?” She asks. You shift until you’re sat a bit more upright, Ryomen’s face now buried against your stomach, “Might as well start with the bad,” You frown. “It’s your mother, Princess, she retires because she’s fallen ill, and I fear it is not the kind of illness my touch can heal,” Her words are soft, softer than you’re used to hearing from her, and you appreciate it despite the blow it deals.

You feel your chest tighten, tears threatening to fall, “Her heart strains with the loss of her son, it’s alright, you don’t have to be gentle with me,” You murmur, “I only wish for her to be at ease,” Shoko approaches the bed, pulling the chair from your desk with her and then sitting backwards astride it, leaning her arms on the back of it, “May I tell you the good news?”

You nod again, your hand coming up to brush your tears away before they can fall to the pillows beneath you. “I do not believe this illness will kill her, at least not for a long time. There are stories of people dying suddenly of broken hearts but I believe with her daughter taking the throne and her husband still by her side she will live to see another age of Iqoria,”

Shoko’s words prompt idle thoughts, memories of your mother from your childhood, and you nod again, “Thank you for telling me,” You murmur, “Does father know?” She nods, “He specifically requested for my help,” Your hand returns to the back of Ryomen’s head, just gently holding him close lest you fall apart.

It’s just been one bad turn after another, and a little gremlin inside of you tries it’s best to convince you that Ryomen’s presence has been nothing but bad luck, but you shoot it down with vehemence. You’re determined to help him use his immense cursed energy for good, and if that means you have to put yourself in between him and his father, or him and your people, then so be it.

“I do have one other thing I would like to ask of you Princess,” She murmurs, her voice lower than before, and it captures your attention back. “What is it?” “May I examine the Prince while he slumbers? I worry for his health,” She asks tentatively, “I wish to look for any lasting damage within his body from both the cursed energy he bears, and from the physical abuse that he suffered in his childhood,”

You look down at your husband, sleeping peacefully with his face hidden against your stomach, his eyelashes fluttering with whatever dreams race behind his eyelids. Part of you resents the idea of examining him without his knowledge, but you can guess he would refuse if he was awake, “What will this achieve?” You inquire.

“If I can ascertain his sensitivity to cursed energy then I can give Satoru pointers on how to teach him, and maybe even teach him myself, refine his reverse cursed technique. I can also begin work to fix some of the lasting damage within him caused by his childhood trauma, but of course my lady it is your decision right now,” She puts her hand up and gestures to you, “You are to be queen after all,”

“I do not fear retribution as such, I know I can order him to do this, but I fear a breach of boundaries, the loss of trust, Ieiri,” You murmur sadly, “As much as I agree this is something that needs to happen, I cannot do it without his knowledge or without his consent,”

“Will you speak with him about it?” She presses and you sigh, “Yes Ieiri, I will speak with him, but I cannot guarantee anything, he may not want you to heal him, is that all you came to speak about?” Your eyes are drooping and you wish nothing more than for her to leave, as much as you enjoy her company on a regular basis you need to be alone.

She dips her head, “That was all, goodnight Princess,” She returns the chair to its place and then backs out of the room, the latch clicking and her footsteps trailing off into the distance. “Oh Ryomen, what have we gotten ourselves into,” You whisper softly, shimmying back down under the covers until he’s tucked under your chin once more.

~

You didn’t sleep much after Ieiri left. If you could have tossed and turned you would, it felt too hot and restrictive under the covers despite the comfort of your husband’s arms. When he woke you were dozing in the soft sunbeams creeping through the window. “Still sleepy?” He grunts, nudging his nose to your chin as he moves to tuck you into his chest instead.

You grumble something incoherent before the words spill from your mouth, “Shoko visited before I could sleep, told me that mother is ill,” You speak in short sentences, just a hint of anger in your voice, “She wanted to examine you while you were asleep, didn’t let her,” A yawn prevents you from speaking more but he tilts your chin up to look into your sleepy eyes.

“Examine me?” “Your energy sensitivity, your physical trauma,” You mutter, “See if anything was left behind, or strained under your energy,” You shake his hand off your chin and push your face into the hollow space between his neck and shoulder, “She’s worried you’ll suffer under the weight of everything,”

He’s quiet and you can sense him bristling like a hedgehog, “I’m not a specimen to be examined, I’m a human being,” He growls. You hum in agreeance, moving so you can look up at him, “I know, and I’m sure she knows too, but with how much energy you have I’m surprised there isn’t any sign of a physical toll on your body, will you please, for my sake, allow her to at least examine your energy tolerance?”

He scoffs, “As if she’ll be able to resist poking around my scars like they’re any of her business, doctors just can’t resist that sort of shit,” You rest a hand over one of the more prominent scars on his chest, one that looks suspiciously like it was caused by some sort of whip, and gently implore him, “Will you allow it if I am present? If I forbid her from anything more?”

“Only if you order me, Princess,” He spits, pulling back and swinging his feet to the floor until he’s sat on the edge of the bed, resting his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. You push yourself up on one hand, the other adjusting the strap of your nightgown, “Ryomen,” You murmur, “I will not order you around like a dog, you are my husband and you are, as you said, a human,”

You shuffle closer until you can rest your head on his shoulder, pressing a small kiss to his neck, “If there is something you’re afraid of her, or me, seeing, then just tell me that is the reason and I will order her to let it go,” He pulls further away from you, standing and leaving the bedside, taking his warmth with him.

“Ryomen will you look at me!” You shout. It startles him and you feel a slash of his energy cut past your cheek. It stings for a moment before going numb, you ignore it as he turns to look at you, “I will not have you acting like a child, if you want somewhere to be angry that badly then I will send you to the place my brother died to fight in his place, is that what you want?”

You realise your words are going straight over his head, his eyes wide and yet strangely empty, and a strange warmth on your leg makes you look down in shock. The sheets beneath you are stained with pools of liquid scarlet, your nightgown no better, you lift your hand to your cheek only for it to come away warm and wet.

“I knew this would happen,” He covers your cheek with a hand and a comforting sensation flows through your face, which is still slack with shock.

The door slams open and you sense your royal guard and royal sorcerer as they stumble past one another into the room. “My lady, I sensed royal blood, are you-?” Gojo stops talking suddenly, straightens up as he sees the state of the sheets, “O-oh…” “Step away from the Princess you cursed monster!”

Geto steps towards Ryomen, causing you to finally snap out of your shock, putting yourself between them again, “Will you please just stop, Geto!” You beg, “I am sending Ryomen to live in the sorcerer’s tower while he learns to control his energy, now let this stupid obsession with my husband's actions go or you’ll become a permanent employ of Satoru Gojo’s personal guard!”

The air is thick with tension and you step out of Ryomen’s space, your nightgown awkwardly sticking to your thighs with the remnant blood. You take a few deep breaths, fists clenched, letting your eyes flutter shut as you reach out with your mind and summon your maids. Geto still has not backed down by the time they arrive, “My lady, what is it you need?”

Tentative eyes dart between the three men, all silent and in various forms of quiet observation or contemplation. “Good, will you please see to my bedsheets, and draw me a bath, I wish to remove this blood,” The group of women begin bustling around the room, heads down as they skirt around the men.

“Well?” You ask, mild annoyance filling your tone, “Are we done here? Or are you going to continue this pointless battle of wits in my bedroom among my maids for the foreseeable future?” “Of course not my lady, I will see you later Ryomen, I trust you will be quite the eager student!”

Gojo grabs Geto by the elbow and drags him out of the room, surprisingly strong for someone so skinny, and Ryomen stalks into the connected dressing room, leaving you alone to be exhaustedly shepherded to the bathtub and stripped of your bloody nightgown.

~

What makes a king, a king?

Is it respect? Power? Strength?

You’ll get different answers wherever you go, but one thing is always the same.

The ability to protect. The willingness to protect.

If you’re a king and your people feel you cannot protect them, then what is your purpose?

What do you become but a link in the chains of destruction?

If you do not hold respect and love for your people, then you don’t have a people at all.

Stories passed down through generations speak of kingdoms risen through bloodshed and destroyed under the weight of foolish kings and shallow pride.

Will yours join the ever growing list?

Will you allow your anger to come before your people?

Of course you will, for it is all you’ve ever known.

But who will pay the price for this?

Who’s blood will be spilled in the end?

One thing is for sure, written so deeply in the threads of fate.

You won’t be alive to see.

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Part 6 here

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jenna ortega x gn reader and the premise is that the reader has amnesia and cant remember that they and jenna had a relationship at all so basically jenna has to make the reader remember their relationship and at the end the reader remembers their relationshoip

I Remember

Jenna Ortega x GN!Reader

Summary: You get in a car accident and lose all of your memories of Jenna and your relationship. Can you get them back or will you never remember your fianceè again?

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, R was in a car accident, R has amnesia

Word Count: 1.7k

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You woke up in a strange room, not knowing where you were. Now that you think about it, you couldn't really remember how you got there, or why you were hooked up to a bunch of machines. You tried to sit up, but it caused your entire body to ache.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar woman walks into the room with food in hand. When she sees that you are awake, she practically throws the food to the side and rushes to your bedside. "Oh my god, you're awake!"

You feel like you should remember who she is, but no matter how much you push yourself, nothing comes up. Seeing the apprehensive look on your face, the woman backs up slightly. "Are you okay, honey? It's just me." You scan her face one more time before finally asking, "I'm sorry, who are you?" She laughs before seeing the seriousness in your eyes.

"What do you mean? It's me, Jenna. Your fianceè." You shake your head, making Jenna look even more concerned. "I'm sorry, I really don't know who you are. I don't even know who I am." That makes Jenna begin to freak out, and she calls a nurse into the room.

A woman comes running into the room with a man in a white lab coat, who you quickly figure out is your doctor. Jenna quietly explains what is going on to him, and he looks at you clinically but also with some concern in his eyes. He approaches you slowly with his hands raised, as if you are a wild animal backed in a corner, and he begins to talk.

"Hey there, Y/N. My name is Dr. Kemp, and I am the man who is treating you. Right now, you are in NYU Langone in New York City. You were involved in a car accident and you sustained a head injury that put you in a coma for about a week. We're glad you're safe and awake. Do you remember anything?"

You begin to remember some things, mostly your name and where you are from. Suddenly, the moment that sent you to the hospital comes crashing back. It causes you to begin to panic, which makes the nurse and doctor spring into action. They calm you down and sit you up again, making sure you are okay.

You clear your throat, trying to formulate your words. "I remember some stuff. I can recall my childhood, most things about myself, and the accident. But I really can't remember her. I'm sorry." This makes Jenna choke out a sob, and you look at her with apologetic eyes. You know it isn't your fault, but you wish that you could force yourself to find the memories.

Jenna stands up quickly, muttering something about getting some air before practically running out of the hospital room. You sit there, wishing that you could make things better. If only you could remember.

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"-And they don't remember anything about us. Our entire relationship is gone. We've been together since senior year. They're the love of my life, and they don't even remember me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Jenna cries into her phone. On the other end, Emma Myers tries to calm her down. "Jenna. Since when do you just give up? You have so many memories from over the years, so show them to them. Bring them back to us."

Jenna thinks about it before nodding with renewed determination. She quickly hangs up, apologizing and saying that there was something that she had to do. She then ran to her car, quickly driving off towards your house.

Meanwhile, you are sitting in your room, praying that Jenna comes back. You hoped that she wouldn't give up on you, and in the meantime, you would work on getting the flashes of your life back in focus. You sat there, trying to concentrate when Jenna came running back into the room with a posterboard and a box.

You watch her, confused, as she sets her stuff up on the table in front of you. When she pulls some photographs and loose items out of the box, you realize what she is about to do. She stands in front of you before clearing her throat and starting.

"My name is Jenna Ortega. I am an actress, and I am your fianceè. You are Y/N Y/L/N, and you are the love of my life. We met in our freshman year of high school, and we became best friends." She hands you a picture that you quickly realize is the two of you at a young age, standing together and grinning at the person behind the camera.

"I started acting when I was only nine, but I was on this show called Stuck in the Middle when I was twelve. I continued to play that character until I was fifteen, which intersected with when I met you. You were always my biggest cheerleader, and you supported me no matter what. I quickly developed a crush on you, but I could never tell you how I felt. I carried that flame for you all the way through sophomore and junior year, and well into senior year. You had started to flirt with me, more heavily than you normally would, towards the end of junior year, but you hadn't ever done anything. Senior year was when you finally asked me out."

You let that sit for a second before a memory comes back to you.

You were normally a calm, cool, and collected person. That was a part of your charm, and it was what made girls flock to you. You liked the attention, but only one girl could make you weak in the knees and make you lose your indifferent demeanor. Jenna fuckin' Ortega. Your best friend, and your crush since the end of sophomore year.

Until the end of junior year, you thought that there was no way in hell that she would ever like you back, but then you started to notice little things. She would stare at your lips while you were talking, she watched you all the time and when you caught her she would look away, blushing, and whenever you playfully flirted with her she got incredibly flustered.

You decided that you should shoot your shot, and all you could do was hope that this doesn't ruin your friendship.

You sit back for a second with a shocked expression on your face, before you smiled at her. Jenna looks at you, slightly confused, before she realizes what had just happened. "Do you remember?" You smile and nod, before frowning slightly.

"Not everything. I honestly can't remember asking you out. I just remember deciding to. But I remember you, Jenna." Her smile doesn't falter, as she is just happy that you remember her now. She continues on with her presentation, hoping to jog the rest of your memory of your relationship.

"I said yes, and we've been together ever since. We've had our ups and downs, but it's been amazing overall. Now, you proposed to me about two months ago, in our apartment bedroom. We haven't told the public about our relationship just yet, so you couldn't do it in a public space. It was super romantic, so of course I said yes. I was so happy that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, and it almost got taken away from us because of your accident. I just need you to remember, because I can't lose you."

You smile tearily at her, before you are hit full force with the weight of your relationship.

Being with Jenna was the greatest thing that had ever happened to you. You realized that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her, and you quickly decided to propose. Not knowing what ring to get her, you called her sister and Emma to come and help you. They helped you choose the perfect ring to propose with, and you quickly ran home to get set up. You put flower petals on the ground, and you lit candles, and you got fancy champagne and food. When Jenna got home, she saw everything set up, and she was pretty confused.

She quickly walked into your room, where she found you pacing and muttering to yourself in a suit and tie. She cleared her throat, making you whip around and exclaim, "Oh shit, you're early." She gives you a confused look, before looking around and trying to put two and two together.

"Are you cheating on me?" She knows that her question is dumb, and that you would never, but she doesn't know what else to think. The laugh that you let out makes all of the panic in Jenna's body leave, before you step up to her and hold her face in your hands. "I'm not cheating on you, baby. I just..." You clear your throat before getting down on one knee.

Jenna's confusion grows until you pull out a ring and hold it out in front of you. She gasps and begins to tear up. You let out a wet laugh before saying, "I love you more than anything, Jenna. We've been best friends since freshman year, and that has never changed. Sometimes I like to tell people that the only thing that changed about our relationship was that we make out now." That makes Jenna let out a laugh, and you smile up at her. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, Jenna Marie Ortega, will you marry me?"

Jenna nods and exclaims, "Yes! Of course!" You quickly jump up and pull her into a tight bear hug before sliding the ring onto her finger. You then kiss her passionately, making her sigh into your mouth. You were engaged to Jenna fuckin' Ortega.

You stop Jenna quickly before waving her over and pulling her into a kiss. When you pull back, Jenna is now on the hospital bed next to you. You rest your head on hers, and you whisper, "I remember. I remember it all."

You see her smile, and you know that finally, all is right in her and your world.

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Glimpse of Past (Marc Spector x teen!reader

summary: Marc emphatize with you when you showed up at his door and shared your past.

warnings: child abuse, death (mentioned) (lmk if I missed anything)

request: "Could I request a moonknight x teen reader (platonic) where reader usually helps them with finding people or finding information, kind of like “guy in chair”. And they often spend late nights helping Steven, Jake and Marc not spending a lot of time at home. Maybe Steven questions it but reader kinda shrugs it off. Then one day reader shows up covered in bruises and all of them tries to find out what happened but reader doesn’t want to tell them but then reveals that it was one of reader’s parents. And Marc becomes really protective because of what happened to him when he was a kid. You can decide the ending if you want but I would love to see some Hurt/Comfort."

a/n: I'm sorry I only did it with Marc, I sorta wrote it to take set right after incidents in season 1 with reader not knowing Steven and Jake yet

Marc Spector wasn't the one who worked well with people, but he eventually got a hang of it, thanks to you.

The mercenary never intended to have someone working off-screen for him. You were a threat. You came too close to Marc's secret job for his liking, prying on his night activities and even providing proof. Khonshu was telling Marc to get rid of you, but you butted him first by signing yourself to work with him. Marc couldn't risk someone knowing his night profession, and he didn't wanna kill a child. And judging your ability to be able to uncover the whole Moon Knight thing just reveals that you could be more than useful. So work with him, you did.

Yet earning the certain Spector's trust was hard. There were more than a handful of times when you gotta prove to him that you were, indeed, more than useful for him to fully trust you. Which you consider weird because he was the one who saved you from "getting rid of."

The crescent moon turned into full then turned anew. You found yourself rather at home with Marc than at your actual house. Oftentimes, you spend days with him even if he doesn't go on missions. As much as Marc hated to admit, he does enjoy it too. He enjoys hearing your antics in the comms, he enjoys hearing you read a book of pun jokes and coming home to you spreading out on the couch after a long mission.

You left him with a note that says, "I'll be back soon" once and have never been back ever since. His worry starts to grow as high as those skyscraper buildings. It's been weeks and Marc couldn't find any sign of your existence. Nevertheless, he prayed to anyone listening to him to keep you safe.

You are, in fact, not safe

Your hand trails on the newly made black eye on your face. A wince was shown on your reflection in the mirror.

You never intended to go home. You never wanted to go home. You were going to buy something in a store when you accidentally crashed into one of your father's friends. They immediately took you back to him and he was beyond furious. He locked you in your room for days and only opened the door to feed or beat you.

He had thrown out all your electronic devices; he made sure to cut any way of communication with the outside world so you weren't able to reach Marc. You were glad you left your camera in Marc's place, it was a gift from your late brother, the one you used to spy on Marc.

Your father let you out recently because he needs help to do chores. You still get beatings if you don't do exactly what he says. The newest black eye was obtained from dropping a bottle of beer because your hand hurts from his beatings.

Sighing heavily, you looked outside the bathroom when you heard a knock on the door.

The man sitting on the armchair paid no attention to it, locking his eyes on the TV. He, however, bitterly spat, "Get the door, they're my friends."

"Why don't you get it yourself?" You whispered under your breath, thinking he couldn't hear you. He did.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Your body flinched when you heard his boots making their way to where you are. "You should be glad I let you out that room." A slap. "You ungrateful bastard of a child." Another slap. "You should be glad I even spared your life!" This one almost sends you to the floor, but his hands pull you by your collar and smash your body to the nearest wall. "You took everything from me. My wife, my son, my good and perfect life with them!"

Your body made contact with the cold hard sink before falling to the floor. Groaning in pain, you felt another thing stomping your abdomen several times. After what felt like forever, your father finally stopped. With your final energy, you look at the front door. Seeing as your father and his friends were occupied by the TV, you dashed out of the bathroom and eventually out of the house. They noticed, of course, but you didn't care, all you cared about was running away as far as you can. You run to the only place you had in mind. The last thing you remember was knocking your hand on the familiar dark wooden door.

Marc scanned your sleeping form on the couch, noting the many differences between your usual self before your disappearance and now. Your clothes looked more like it's hanging on your body. Dark spots are circling your eyes with a slight dark blue color on one of them. Your skin is littered with bruises; purple, blue, even yellow. You look so… fragile. Totally different from the last time he saw you.

The time Marc realized you were not coming back or went "missing", he tried to find you by asking people he knows who know you. He tried looking and digging for information on where you live since you never told him. But he found nothing.

When he opened the door and saw you, he was beyond relieved to know that you were still alive. However, his heart dropped the moment he looked into your eyes. The sight was too familiar to him. He swore he caught a glimpse of himself inside those E/C eyes. And that was all he needed to know about your state before carrying your collapsed body to the couch.

The Khonshu Avatar watched as your eyes fluttered open, squinting a few times to adjust the light. Your head turned to see him despite it throbbing terribly. Tears clouded your blurry vision but you could still see Marc moving towards you. Your eyes widened in realization of someone coming towards you. With a jerk, you stand up and immediately back away from the person.

"Y/N?" Marc questioned.

You looked down as your feet kept dragging you away from the man. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I promise! I– it was my fault, I'm sorry, I am. I didn't mean to disobey you, I didn't mean to kill them, I'm sorry, please don't hit me, I didn't mean—"

"Y/N, it's me, it's Marc." Marc tried to cut you but failed as you replayed your muttering again and again and he'd be lying if that didn't shatter his heart. "Bud, it's all fine. You're alright. They can't get you here. You're safe," he made his voice as soft as he could.

His arms gently reach out for your shaking figure. The mercenary is fighting back the tears that started to form in his eyes. Alarms blazed in his head when you tried to hit your head. As if out of instinct, he leaped to engulf you in his arms, preventing you from hurting yourself. He could still hear you mutter through your tears, "stupid me, I shouldn't have– I shouldn't –"

"Shh, stop it, Y/N, please don't hurt yourself. You're alright, I've got you. It's alright. Follow my breathing, okay? In, 1 2 3, hold it, out 1 2 3. Come on, you can do it. Again." You followed Marc's instructions, breathing in and out with him. Marc's hand never stopped circling your back to calm you down and it worked. Once your crying has reduced into small hiccups, you clung onto the back of his shirt as he rocks you back and forth. "There you go, better?"

You moved your head up and down while wiping a single tear. "Yeah," you answered. Looking up at the man, you noticed his eyes were a bit puffy too. Has he been crying? "I'm sorry, Marc."

The dark-haired man patted your head softly. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"They died because of me, my mom and my brother." You paused. "She died giving me a chance to live in this cruel world, and he died saving me to continue living in it. I don't need him to remind me every chance he gets that I killed them because I already live with the guilt every day."

The confession you made sent a jab to his heart. He knows how it feels to be in your shoes. He knows it all too well. When he looked inside your eyes he saw a glimpse of his past, and that was all he needed to know what happened. It was exactly what happened to him, and it pained him to acknowledge it. Marc pulled you into another embrace when your tears started spilling out again. Then somehow when he glanced at the top of your head, he saw the hair that belonged to his younger self, which only caused him to pull you closer.

"It wasn't your fault, kid," he replayed what Steven said to him on their trip down memory lane. "It wasn't your fault that they died. It wasn't anyone's."

Marc's words only trigger more tears to come out of your eyes. You tighten your grip around him, allowing yourself to break down in his arms. It wasn't after a few minutes that you had calmed down. "I don't wanna go back there."

"You don't have to. We'll sort things out later. For now, let's tend those bruises, eh?" Marc helped you get to the couch before he went to grab the med kit. When he was about to get back, you jumped off the couch.

"The scarab!" you shouted, now remembering that Marc had gone for the scarab before you were taken back to your house. The pain going through your body made you wince. "What happened to the scarab? Did you find it?"

The Moon God's avatar ignored your question as he hurried to your place to sit you back down and gave you an ice pack for your black eye. He hesitated to answer you for a moment, afraid of what your reactions might occur. "I did. I saved the world. Kinda."

"What!?" There it is, the reaction. You stood up again, ignoring the pain this time. "You saved the world!? How? What did you do? What happened?"

Marc sighed. "Will you sit back down? You're in pain."

"Please, this is nothing more than knowing you saved the world without me." You scoffed, earning a chuckle from Marc.

"Alright, fine, I'll tell you everything. Now sit back down, kid." You lowered yourself to the couch again, watching Marc start to tend your bruises. "It happened in Cairo."

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Analysis of The Bad Batch’s Final Season Trailer

ft: pain and screaming

So the trailer for the last season of The Bad Batch finally got released, and we have all been screaming over it since this morning. Last season left us on a heartbreaking cliffhanger, and with Season 3 being our last season that we'll see the Batch together, there's a lot to look out for.

I didn't have too much to write in here, just some small thoughts.

For starters, we see Phee within seconds of the trailer opening, helping the Batch in some kind of action scene. I'm glad she's helping out, and I kind of wonder if we'll ever see her reaction to Tech being gone.

Rex will be helping out the Batch again, and hopefully he finds information to help find Omega.

This image has been in my mind for a while. There are two small figures that seem to be walking out from the ship, and I can't help but feel they're Omega and Crosshair after their escape from the lab. We'll just have to see.

They had the audacity to remind us that this happened 😭

We'll be getting a lot of action and chaos in this season. I wonder what's happening here.

Omega gets to see Crosshair again while they are trapped, and he looks so sad and tired. I'm looking forward to their interactions, and hopefully Omega tells him about Tech.

I think Emerie will have an important role to play, and I hope she tries to help get Omega and Crosshair out.

She's been waiting for so long, someone get her home soon.

Palpatine definitely has something big planned, it'll be a matter of time before finding out.

Many theories speculate that this is Tech... honestly, I'm not keeping my hopes high for the chance that he is alive (but I am on the side that he potentially is...). If this ends up being Tech, there goes the Winter Soldier arc.

I'm excited for Fennec Shand and Cad Bane to be showing up again. I feel like Fennec will probably help them, but maybe not.

We see Nala Se still alive and well, and I doubt she'll have a role in Omega getting out. I keep wondering if she'll be killed off this season.

This is Wolffe, isn't it??? We got Gregor in the first season, and now Wolffe will be coming so Rex can get him and lead up to them living together in Rebels.

I love Omega's hair here, she's getting so big all the time 🤧

This is definitely her escaping, I'm so nervous already.

This is definitely what got everyone screaming. We'll get to see Ventress in the Empire era, and that Dark Disciple book was the first thing that popped into my mind once I saw her design. I wonder what role Ventress will have in this season, and I love her new golden lightsaber.

What are your theories for the final season of The Bad Batch? Please tell me they got AZ back from Cid, and I pray we don't get to see Cid at all, for all we know she can leave. I wonder if we'll see Cody again after he disappeared. I hope Crosshair and Omega comes back home safely. And I just know the ending will be pain even though we want a happy ending 😭

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Fate Chapter 02. — Zoro

Roronoa Zoro X OC X Trafalgar Law

The story tells about the encounter between Yuki with Straw Hat Pirates from different worlds and different eras.

After waking up, the first thing you see when open your eyes is a strange room. At first thought it was just a long dream, but nothing changed when you woke up and still in your room on the ship.

The bed was lined with old clothes given by Nami and Robin. There was a bed in the room, a wooden-designed wardrobe and table, and lights hanging from the ceiling. You can also feel the ship rocking slightly as it drifts on the sea.

You lay on the bed and watched the light flicker, "I'm not dreaming."

Suddenly you heard a loud shelling. You felt something was wrong and quickly got out of bed ran out of the room to see what was going on. You ran in the direction of Luffy's loud noise.

The ship is being attacked by cannons, causing the ship to keep shaking. You almost lose your balance but quickly hold on to the wall to maintain your balance. You see two large ships firing at "Thousand Sunny" Luffy's pirate ship, although it's lucky that they didn't hit the ship.

You are all pirates and criminals wandering the sea. You will inevitably encounter any surprises and enemies. Raid also includes the Marine, the World Government's maritime military force responsible for maritime law enforcement and naval warfare operations.

You see that it's Marine's ship that's attacking. Ussop and Chopper are panicking and hiding for cover, Luffy and Zoro are dealing with the cannonballs and Marine.

"It would be unbelievable if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes." You were shocked when you saw Zoro split the cannonball in half with his sword and then returned to Luffy. The splitting shell stayed in mid-air and exploded. You covered your face with your hands to avoid being hurt.

Sanji ran over and took your wrist. "It's dangerous here Yuki-chwan. Don't stand there and find cover!" Before you left with Sanji, you glanced back at the scene where Luffy and Zoro were fighting. You could do nothing but pray hope both of them safe.

Sanji took you to Nami's room for temporary shelter "I'm going to help outside, you two stay here first." Then Sanji left you and Nami then left the room.

You walked back and forth in the room, worried about their safety "I wonder what happened to them..."

"I'll get dizzy if you walk like this. Don't worry, they'll be fine. They'll be done with just a few small soldiers. Just glad it's not the general who takes action himself." Nami sat on a chair, flipping through the newspaper and crossing her legs.

"It happens every day?" You wonder what they go through every day.

Nami closed the newspaper immediately after hearing your question. "Almost every day. It's a daily routine for us. Just leave it to the three of them to deal with it and it'll be fine."

When you listen to Nami talk about, you stop "Really...?"

"I know you are worried about them. We are Nakama, trusting each other is the most important thing." Nami put her hand on your shoulder and smiled.

"I understand." You‘re feeling relieved.

There was a knock on the door and the two of you paused the conversation. You didn't know what the situation was like outside. It might be a Marine invasion. Nami picked up a weapon from the table waved her hand to tell you to take a few steps back. You understood and followed her instructions to step back a little.

Nami turned the doorknob then the door opened slightly. Suddenly a voice came out, "Nami-swannnnn~Yuki-chwannnn~Are you okay~"

You hear this familiar accent "Sanji!"

"Is everyone okay?" Nami put down her weapon.

Sanji proudly lit a cigarette. "Of course. The ship just a little damaged, nothing serious."

You smiled brightly, put your hands on your chest, and let out a sigh of relief as your heart settled down "Great, you're okay."

"Goddess, Goddess~!!" Sanji was so excited, nose started to bleed, he raised his hands and shouted.

Seeing how exaggerated and weird Sanji's reaction was, you and Nami looked at each other couldn't help but laugh. Sanji pressed his hands on chest saw you and Nami's beautiful faces. His heart couldn't stand it any longer.

"Is this paradise?" Sanji danced excitedly.

Nami tapped Sanji's head lightly, "Let's go and clean up. Yuki, change into some light clothes and come back."

You looked at your outfit ,you’re so anxious to run out that forgot to change into a clean set of clothes. You left Nami's room returned to own room. You picked up the clothes on the bed one by one and looked at them. You felt a little troubled.

In daily life, except for going to school and working, you wear a designated uniform. Almost all the tops you wear when going out on the street are simple T-shirts, a jacket, cropped pants or short skirts.

The temporary clothes that Nami and Robin gave you, they were all quite revealing. Thinking of Nami and Robin, most of their clothes show off their waists. Nami's outfit today is a bikini top paired with denim tights.

They traveled across the sea every day, it was understandable that they wore little clothing as the weather was so hot. Luffy just wore a straw hat, an unbuttoned red shirt reveal his figure, and paired it with cropped pants.

Zoro is wearing a green coat, black trousers and black boots. Sanji is in a full suit, Chopper has a furry body and a pink hat. Franky wore a pair of underwear, and Robin wore a simple one-piece short skirt.

Although it may seem revealing to wear less clothes, it is not a bad thing to at least keep cool. Everyone seems to be used to it. Since this is the case, if you want to get familiar with other worlds, you must do as the locals do.

"I'm giving it all..." You sat cross-legged on the bed with sweat on your forehead, staring at the black bikini top and denim shorts.

You untied the bow of your school uniform, unbuttoned your shirt one by one, took off your shirt folded and placed it on the chair aside. Pick up the black bikini top and tie the straps around your body.

After putting on your bikini top, you slightly adjust your breasts with to make them look fuller and more natural. You unzipped and took off your school skirt, putting on a shorts and a pair of black short boots.

You look in the mirror, "I've never worn anything so revealing in my life... In the past, people would have looked at me strangely when they saw this outfit." You sighed helplessly.

The first thing you think about after leaving the room is rush to help clean it. Ussop hurriedly moved a wooden box to the other side. When he noticed you, he immediately braked and stopped.

"Yuki! Bring the two buckets of water over there to Chopper! Thank you!" After saying that, he left in a hurry.

You walked slowly with a bucket full of water in each hand "It's so heavy..."

"Hey, let me get it." Someone took a bucket from your hand from the side.

It was Zoro. He took the bucket without saying anything. You looked at him with a puzzled and ignorant face.

In your dazed state, Zoro noticed that you had changed your clothes. You are wearing a black bikini top that shows your plump breasts, and a pair of shorts that show off your slender legs and your slim waist.

You came into this world wearing a conservative school uniform, but now you are wearing Nami-style clothes. He was used to seeing Nami and Robin or other girls dressing like this, but you were the one who thought it was a bit subtle.

Maybe you come from another world, so he feels fresh and slightly special from your change. Obviously he often sees other people dressed like this but he really thinks you're hot.

In addition, the weather is very hot today, and some hair is stuck to your white and tender skin due to sweating. The sweat drops slowly flow from your forehead to between your breasts, which looks very erotic.

"Zoro?"

When you called his name, he was completely awakened from his daze. "To whom?"

"Ussop said it was for Chopper. Are you okay?" After saying that, you thought about the scene of him fight against Marine just now and a little worried.

Zoro avoided your eyes indifferently "I'm fine." After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Zoro, wait for me." You quickly followed him.

After Zoro put the bucket down, Chopper and Robin began to soak the cloth in the bucket and wring it out before starting to wipe things. When Nami saw you, she called and waved to you. You went over and took the mop to help her with chores.

Franky called Zoro to help move things quickly to help repair the ship. Zoro picked up the plank put it on his shoulder, glanced at you, and started working. Sanji and Brook stood aside to observe you, Nami and Robin's graceful and sexy figures.

"Nami-swan is very dazzling. Robin-chwan is very beautiful. Now Yuki-chwan is so attractive." Sanji said seriously even had a nosebleed.

Brook agreed with what Sanji said, "I have never regretted joining the Straw Hat Pirates in this life."

While you were busy mopping the floor, you accidentally saw an inexplicable scene where Sanji and Brook who had a bleeding nose, high-fived and hugged each other. Knowing what they were thinking, you were speechless and inexplicably amused.

Nami smiled erotically, "Yuki, your figure is really amazing."

You lowered your head looked up from your feet and up again, "Really? I think you and Robin are better."

"Hehehe, Yuki, you have such a sweet mouth." Nami patted your back.

You smiled slightly, "I'm just telling the truth."

"The damage to the ship was small this time, luckily." Nami sighed while hugging the mop.

You nodded "I'm glad everyone is okay."

While everyone was working together to clean the boat, Luffy was jumping over with a bucket of water then accidentally kicked the board and was about to fall. The water splashed on Zoro's back. Zoro put down the board and stretched Luffy's cheeks to quarrel.

"What the hell are you doing!" Zoro angrily grabbed Luffy's collar.

Luffy said "I'm sorry..." with an aggrieved look on his face.

You took a towel and handed it to Zoro who was already wet. "Dry it quickly or you'll catch a cold."

"Marimoooooo that guy." Sanji looked extremely unhappy.

He let go of Luffy took the towel you handed him. He wanted to say "Thanks..." but he hesitated.

"Huh?" You were confused by Zoro who was hesitant to speak now.

He scratched his head "Thanks, Yuki." He said it calmly.

It was the first time you heard him call your name, "You're welcome." You felt very happy.

After a while, the cleaning was completed, to the previous world you cleaned the class after class every day. Thanks to this outfit you can stay cool while cleaning on a hot day.

Nami handed towel to you. The two of you found a place to sit down began to wipe the sweat off your body. After Robin and Chopper finished cleaning, they came over to sit and chat together.

Nami fanned herself, "It doesn't matter if it's hot, it will get even hotter once you clean it."

"That's right, I'm all sweating." Robin wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

"So thirsty~" Chopper lay on your lap.

You gently stroked Chopper's furry fur, "I'm thirsty too."

Sanji excitedly stepped in between the four of you midway. His eyes stared lovingly at you, Nami and Robin. It was like seeing the arrival of a god.

"The three sweating ladies are awesome~ they look even sexier and more charming~" he said excitedly, clasping his hands.

You thought if heard such words in your world, you would call the police. But Nami said Sanji is like this to every girl. Although he is lustful, he still retains a gentleman's demeanor, and very protective of girls so can rely on him more.

"Sanji...I need a cold drink..." Nami fanned herself.

You raise your hand "I want to quench my thirst too."

"Leave it to me! I'll prepare it for you right away~" He ran away excitedly.

Chopper sat up "Arigato, Nami and Yuki. Otherwise I'm going to die of thirst."

"Hehehe, no way." Robin touched Chopper's head.

After a while, Sanji enthusiastically came over with four cups of cold drinks, "My beautiful and lovable ladies, it is difficult for work in this hot weather, so I offer you a cup of my special cold drinks~"

Since you are not used to eating food when you come to their world, you will first make judgments about the appearance of the food. The color of the drink is orange, and you smell a faint orange flavor. You take a sip with a straw in your mouth. It tastes so fragrant and it is an orange-flavored drink.

"Hehehe, it tastes really good." Robin took a sip and tasted it carefully.

Chopper drank the drink in one gulp "It's finally cold~"

"It tastes great!" Nami continued to enjoy the deliciousness of the cold drink.

Sanji looks at you, "How do you like it? Does it suit your taste?"

"It's so perfect that it conquers me." You bit the straw and got intoxicated by the cold drink.

Sanji after hearing what you said he immediately knelt down on one knee and held your hand with a serious look on his face, "Yuki-chwan, although the world between us is far apart, please allow me to come into your heart and protect you for the rest of your life."

"Huh?" You were fooled by his love words.

Luffy came over and interrupted "Sanjiiii~ I want it too~"

"I want it too!" Ussop also joined in the fun.

"Tch! Don’t disturb Yuki-chwan and I's wonderful romantic time!" Sanji suddenly got angry and was super annoyed because Luffy interrupted him.

"Want me to help?" You want to help him.

Sanji let go of your hand then stood up, "Ladies, just enjoy yourself and leave the rest to me." Then he dragged Luffy and Ussop away.

Franky heard Sanji’s special cold drink and said, “Sanji, I want one here too.”

"Is there any frozen wine?" Zoro stopped working.

Sanji lost his temper , "Come and get it yourself!"

A fierce argument after, they followed Sanji go inside to get drinks. You seem very lively as if they are a family taking care of each other.

Nami raised his glass, "This ship's special treatment for women comes from Sanji." She winked at you.

You bit the straw to understand what Nami meant, "Wow, then I'm really honored to be treated like this."

"Do men in Yuki's world treat women like this?" Robin asked you curiously thinking about this question.

Chopper came closer, "I'm curious too, because you seem to be not used to Sanji's personality."

"The men around me generally don't treat every woman like this. After all a sudden thoughtfulness will make you a little wary." You probably explain to them.

Nami stirred her cold drink with a straw. "Is there a lot of danger in your world?"

You put your hand on your chin as if thinking, "Not long ago, I was riding the subway and a male classmate who was about the same age as me spoke to me."

"Then what?" Robin listened carefully and cared.

"During the conversation, he picked up the phone with his other hand took a photo under my skirt." You feel annoyed when you think about it.

Suddenly Sanji heard the content and rushed over, "Really?!"

The other people became curious, each grabbing their own drinks and gathered around to continue listening to your story. Originally it was just you, Robin, Nami and Chopper, but now other boys are also here to listen.

"Wow!!" You were startled.

Robin continued to ask seriously, "Then how do you deal with it?"

You still feel angry when you think back to that incident. "I thought about slapping him, but after found out that the person was the principal's son, they just took money and sent me away. I felt worthless they just use money to deal with the humiliation of me."

You finished speaking and looked at the others, they all looked very unhappy and looked as ferocious as if they wanted to kill someone. Even the cute Chopper’s face is fierce but so cute.

"If I were here, I would make sure that he has no descendants!" Sanji raised his feet and shouted angrily.

"I really want to wring that guy's neck." Although Robin had a kind expression, her words were so dark.

"I must tie him up and sell him!" Nami wanted to sell that kind of person for money.

"I will beat him away for you!" Although Luffy looked happy, he was already clenching his fists and preparing to fight.

"Cut him." Although Zoro just continued casually, he was exuding murderous intent.

"Yohoho, I haven't even seen the bottom of Yuki-san's skirt. I must throw him into the sea and feed it to the monster until he is left with a skeleton." Brook stated his motive.

"That guy will be punished by Captain Ussop!" Ussop held his slingshot weapon.

You were so moved by everyone's reaction that you laughed out loud. Everyone looked confused, knowing that this incident would hurt you. Luffy saw you laughing and he laughed too.

Chopper poked "Yuki, what's wrong?"

You wiped away your happy tears. "I thought to myself if that guy came to this world, he would be beaten to a bloody pulp by you. But now I can't see that guy anymore, so I'm relieved. Thanks for fighting for me."

Franky was moved after hearing what you said, "What a good girl."

"That's exaggerated, Franky." You laughed.

Brook picked up his guitar, "Ahem... Now that everyone is gathered together and welcome the new member Yuki-san, I will sing a song for everyone."

"Brook can sing?" You looked at the voice being prepared to start.

"Yuki-san, I am "Soul King" Brook, a musician and swordsman of the Straw Hat Pirates." Brook said proudly, playing the guitar.

"What a cool skeleton!" Your eyes shine.

Brook started his performance singing a song with his guitar, everyone swayed and clapped to the rhythm of the music. It’s really nice to be able to listen to music performances so close. Usually you watch them on TV or on your mobile phone.

He finished his performance you immediately applauded enthusiastically and gave him an "encore!"

"Encore?" Brook was curious what you were talking about.

"Oh, encore means that after the singers, performers and other performers have finished their performance, the audience appreciates the performance and hopes that the performer can return to the stage to continue the performance." You told him the meaning of the word.

"Encore? It's a word that really suits me." Brook's expression showed that was very happy.

"Hey everyone! Let's have an encore!" Luffy jumped up and applauded enthusiastically.

"Encore!" As Luffy and you set the mood, others shouted slogans and applauded warmly, giving Brook a round of applause.

The atmosphere was heated so Brook decided to continue his performance. Luffy was so excited pulled Ussop and Chopper to play hand in hand. Robin and Nami sat aside and hummed happily to the rhythm.

You are immersed in the warm and lively atmosphere now. In the past, when you came home nothing else to do except your homework. Now you can get together with everyone and have fun, as if they have filled your life with colors and emotions.

You are still a little sentimental in your current life. What should do if suddenly return to your own world one day? Just go back to that boring world and study hard every day.

All you can do now is enjoy every minute of living with them. They are a precious treasure and irreplaceable happiness for you. Hope you can have a chance to tell them "I love you Straw Hat Pirates" before go back.

This thought suddenly came into your mind, you felt so sad and choked when you poked a sore spot for no reason. You took the empty cup and left first, not wanting to interrupt their lively atmosphere.

You walked into the kitchen to refill the cold drink that Sanji had just made. You leaned against the table and wiped away the tears that almost fell. You turned around and saw Zoro, who was blocking the door with his hands crossed on his chest.

You catered to him with a smile, "Zoro! Are you coming for a refill too?"

"Yeah." He just said coldly and continued to remain silent.

Picking up the cup, you prepared to leave but he still blocking the door. "Zoro, please make way."

He walked towards you, and felt a little impatient in his eyes. Subconsciously, you immediately started to step back and lean against the table. You held the cold drink in your hands and gulped, wondering what he wanted to do.

His hands were placed on the left and right sides of you on the edge of the table, and his left foot was between your legs. He was so close to you that he was literally right in front of your eyes.

When you first see him, he is a silent man who loves to drink. But when you get so close, you have to look up at him. He is really tall and powerful, with strong muscles and a scar on his eye that highlights his wild side.

You didn’t have the opportunity to see such a strong man so close in your world. You couldn’t help but peek at his figure because of the turmoil in your heart, but his eyes were full of impatience. You still shrank and lowered your head and asked, “Excuse me, what’s wrong? "

He just wanted to ask you why suddenly looked sad without telling everyone what you were thinking. But his body and unconscious attitude toward you were so proactive that he was annoyed by what was wrong with him, now he stopped and felt embarrassed.

He maintained his current posture, thinking about how to speak first, "Are you okay?"

You don't know what his intentions are and feel confused, so you casually say, "I'm just thinking about something."

"Really...Then why do you have this expression?" He has noticed your mood change.

This is the first time someone is willing to listen to your thoughts. You hesitate and try to tell him, "I'm very happy to get along with all of you, but it's just feel a little sad if suddenly have to go back one day in the future."

"Then have more fun." Zoro felt relieved after hearing what you said and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

You smiled brightly, "Okay."

Sanji noticed that you were not there, he excused himself and went to look for you. He was wondering you might be refilling the drink in the kitchen, he saw an inexplicable and unpleasant scene at the door of the kitchen.

"Marimo, what are you doing to Yuki-chwan!" Sanji rushed over.

Sanji used his strength to drag Zoro aside and you were scared and you clenched the glass filled with cold drinks in your hands. You finally got rid of Zoro, but the two of them suddenly dragged each other and started to quarrel.

"What did you do to Yuki-chwan!" Sanji bumped Zoro's head with his forehead.

Zoro bumped Sanji's forehead back without showing any signs of weakness, "Nothing done!"

"Are you kidding me? I see you have bad thoughts about Yuki-chwan." Sanji was annoyed.

Zoro replied unhappily to Sanji, "That's what you think!"

Suddenly someone hit them both on the back of the head with a fist, "Stop it, you two idiots!"

It's Nami! She gritted her teeth, raised her fist with her left hand showed a fierce look, and put her right hand on her waist. You took the drink and ran to hide behind Nami. You took a glance and saw that the two people had stopped arguing.

"What are you two idiots doing!?" Nami was extremely angry.

Sanji pointed his index finger at Zoro "This idiot Marimo is harassing Yuki-chwan!"

"I don't! Perverted chef!" Zoro pointed back at him.

It is conceivable that they really didn't get along with each other and started arguing again.Nami punched them twice to calm them down. Nami sighed and looked at you hiding behind him and asked, "Did Zoro harass you?"

I shook my head, Zoro didn't touch any part of your body. Zoro shook his head wordlessly, and Sanji looked stupid.

Nami clapped her hands, "Okay, since we have nothing to do, let's leave now. Sanji will prepare the ingredients for dinner, and Zoro go do your own thing." After explaining, she left.

Sanji was so angry and his right foot burst into flames, "Marimo..."

"Want a fight?" Zoro smiled evilly and held the scabbard, pushing the sword with his thumb to expose it.

You already think the special effects are cool when you watch Anime, but now you can actually see with your own eyes Sanji's feet can spontaneously ignite flames, and Zoro splits a cannonball in half with a samurai sword.

"Stop! Stop fighting!" You quickly ran to stop them both.

Sanji saw you running over quickly put out the fire "Yuki-chwan! It's dangerous!"

"Hey! You!" Zoro started to panic when he saw you running over.

"It's more dangerous than the two of you fighting! Idiot!" You closed your eyes and shivered, holding the cold drink and shouting.

You are timid and cowardly, but Zoro knows you are strong at heart. Even in a strange world, you still face it with a smile as usual. You are brave enough to take a step to stop them both. He glances at you and sighs, deciding to temporarily call a truce with Sanji. Otherwise he will accidentally hurt you.

Sanji felt extremely relieved when he noticed the cute and timid appearance now. He really couldn't bear to make you sad now,so he chose to stay calm and not argue with Zoro about things.

You opened your eyes to peek, "Are you guys going to stop arguing?"

Zoro snickered, "Idiot. Don't rush out like this next time." After that he left.

"Idiot Marimo, how dare he call Yuki-chwan idiot! But for the sake of Yuki-chwan, I won't care about that Marimo." Sanji took out a cigarette and lit it.

"Phew...that's great." You smiled slightly.

Sanji suddenly grabbed your hands with both hands. "Yuki-chwan really can't rush over suddenly next time. It's dangerous." His expression was very nervous.

You nodded to show you understood.

Sanji gently touched your head, "You are so good Yuki-chwan~" Although he had a cigarette between his teeth, he still smiled at you.

The warm scene was interrupted by Sanji suddenly got a nosebleed and was startled. You panicked and started to run to find Chopper but Sanji pulled to stop you.

He took a clean handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the nosebleed. Your nervous and panic reaction made his heart melt completely, his heart was beating fiercely all the time.

"Sanji?" You tilted your head and looked at him.

He regained consciousness and subconsciously let go of your hand, "Sorry."

"Want me to help with dinner?" You asked politely.

"Leave the work in the kitchen to me. Yuki-chwan, just stay tuned." Sanji put out his cigarette.

Sanji had already started to take out a sharp kitchen knife to prepare ingredients for dinner. You took the cold drink and went back to find the others. You saw Nami and Robin discussing something, and they immediately waved to you when they saw you.

"You've been busy all afternoon. Do you want to take a shower together?" Robin invited you.

"We can have dinner after taking a shower~" Nami stretched.

"Okay." You happily followed them to the bathroom.

You walked to the bathroom together, immediately took off all the clothes and soaked your bodies in the bathtub. All the fatigue you felt disappeared at once, as if you had become one with the bath water.

Sanji brought the fragrant food to the table. Luffy smelled the smell and rushed to grab it, but was stopped by Franky. Everyone was sitting at the dining table waiting for before starting. Only Luffy was drooling.

Luffy murmured and shook his feet impatiently, "Neh... Where are Nami and the others?"

"They taking shower together." Chopper told Luffy.

"Taking a shower together?!" Sanji and Brook yelled.

The two of them imagined the three of you naked taking a bath together, playing in the bathtub, touching each other's bodies and other obscene thoughts.

"The three ladies who caused the crime." Sanji spoke with a serious expression.

"I want to help them brush their backs," Brook said frankly.

"If Nami hears what you two said definitely will be beaten." Ussop added.

When Zoro recalled that your upper body was only wearing a bikini top and shorts, he almost lost control in the kitchen just now, he didn't know why he felt this way.

The image of you sweating kept recurring in his mind, the sweat dripping from your hair slowly sliding from your collarbone to between your breasts. He admitted that you were really erotic but he still resisted the urge.

"It smells so good!" A female voice came from behind.

You, Nami and Robin changed your clothes after taking a shower and walked to the dining table to find others. Not far from the dining table, you can smell the delicious food cooked by Sanji.

Chopper waved from his seat and jumped up. Looking at his cute appearance, you happily ran over to pick him up with your hands and hold him high. He is as innocent, lively and cute as a child, reminding you of the past inadvertently.

You put Chopper back in his place, you saw an empty seat next to Zoro and sat down. Zoro took a sip of wine and glanced at you briefly to see that you were tying a high ponytail with a hair tie.

Look at you again in the off-shoulder top with a one-line neckline, exposing your collarbones and shoulders. He smelled a faint floral scent. The strange thing is that this scent can be smelled on Nami or Robin every day, but it is extra special to have this scent on you.

Luffy snatched a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew, "Let's eat!"

Zoro came back to his senses when he heard Luffy's yell, otherwise he would have really fallen deeper and deeper. Maybe it's because of your identity makes you particularly attractive that he has an undue desire for you.

He couldn't figure out why so he chose to give up thinking and just put a bottle of wine into his mouth and started drinking. You were shocked because it was as simple as seeing how strong he was drinking, as if the bottle of wine was just boiled water.

Remembering Luffy's huge appetite, you quickly grabbed some food put it on your plate before he finished eating. You are very happy now and it is really wonderful to be able to live a harmonious life with everyone.

To Be Continued—

💙If you have any ideas leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.⚠️

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi. I’m completely obsessed with your stories and writing style. I haven’t read anything from you I haven’t enjoyed. Can I please have a Law x Doflamingo daughter reader (fluffy angst or angsty fluff)? She was closer to Corazon (she learned Corazon’s secret but never told her father). Her and Law grew up together. When Corazon takes Law to find a cure, both of them promise to come back for her. But we know what happens with that whole thing (I’m 100% crying over that still). Then with Dressrosa, they reunite (remember their mutual feelings for each other that haven’t seemed to go away) and she helps them take down her father. Thank you!

I'm so glad you like my writing! I hope you like this one as much as my others!

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, Dressrosa spoilers, Doffy being... Doffy

Word Count:  1500

     How many years had it been since your uncle had left? You missed him. You vaguely knew what had happened to him. Your father had killed him for being a traitor. When you’d ‘learned’ about the truth behind his death, you’d pretended to be surprised, even though you’d known what he was a long time ago. He’d been more like a father to you than your actual father, kind, caring, nurturing. For all of your father’s talk about family, he was a shit father. Giolla had taken care of Baby 5, Dellinger, and Buffalo, but your father had insisted on ‘raising you himself’. As if by taking care of you, you’d turn out like him. But in a way, he himself was proof that that wasn’t always true, being nothing like his own mother and father. You missed Law as well, having gotten along quite well with the angry little boy. Even before he got to know Corazon well, you’d gotten along with him. Something in him just clicked with you. What was worse was that they’d promised to come back, promised to save you from this hell. Family this, family that, acting as if he was a kind and nurturing man. But he was just as much of a monster with his own family as he was with others. Those who didn’t obey him were… punished. In that moment of hope, in the split second where you thought that you would finally be free of him, you were brought crashing back down to the reality that you would never be free. As if you were a bird, a bird trapped in his cage. So you learned to obey him, you learned to do as he wished, to hide your true thoughts and feelings, to bury your morals, and to be the ruthless killer he desired. It wasn’t what you wanted, it wasn’t what you desired to do, but for the sake of not suffering the same fate as your beloved uncle, you did what you had to. In the depths of your heart and on the anniversary of your uncle’s death, you clung desperately to the same desire to be free as the day that they left. That one day, through some miracle, you might have a chance to escape. 

     Standing in the throne room with your father, you felt your heart skip a beat. He’d mentioned Law coming to Dressrosa, about what he would do to Law and the boy he was with, Luffy. It was a slim hope, little more than a tiny sliver, but it was something. You didn’t need much, just an opening, just enough to contact and reach Sengoku. He might not have raised your father, but having raised your uncle, you considered him as close to a grandfather as you might ever have. Corazon had told you about growing up with the man, about how kind he was. Sengoku could keep you safe, hide you from your father, it wasn’t the most ideal situation, but anything to get away from your father. All you needed was an opportunity, a lull in your father’s guard, just a second to slip away. If you could, if it was possible, you’d leave with Law, if you had the chance, he’d keep his promise and come for you, but you hadn’t had that kind of hope in years, your father was powerful, strong enough that few people could match him. While you yearned for an end to your father, you couldn’t bring yourself to pray for it like you did for your freedom. Freedom was an attainable goal, your father’s end seemed impossible by all but the yonkos. 

     Glancing at Law, chained to the throne of heart, you couldn’t stop the pounding of your heart. You’d been so close, leaving the boy as many tiny breadcrumbs as possible, little things to help him, things that would give you a chance. Had he simply not noticed them? Or had he outright ignored them? Either way, your sliver, your chance, was once again beginning to diminish and you weren’t sure you could handle that without breaking. Should this chance pass, should your liberation be once more out of reach, you may just fall into despair. It wasn’t long until things turned chaotic, until you were facing your father, your weapon out as you blocked a hit aimed for Law.

     “How many times must I be betrayed by my family? How much must I endure?” your father asked, seething with anger as you pushed against him. You knew you were no match for him, but you didn’t have to be. You could tell that Luffy and Law could do this, you just needed to provide them with an opening.

     “You and I were never family. Your blood may run through my veins, but only my uncle Rosinante and Law were ever my family. I’ve only ever sought your downfall, ever since I was a child, I’ve wanted nothing more than your death!” you shouted, pushing him back momentarily. You and Law traded, the boy surging forward to attack, repeatedly defended from Doflamino’s attacks by your weapon, allowing him to focus on wounding the man. Again and again, Law would attack, you would defend. Finally, the both of you kneeled before your father, his gun aimed at your heads. Law’s arm lay, severed on the ground as you faced your execution.

     “I’m… I’m sorry Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t return sooner. I regret forcing you to endure this long.” he said softly, holding his arm where it had been removed.

     “You promised to come back, you never promised when. I suppose… I suppose if I had to die, I’m glad it was by your side.” you said with a small smile at him, “Just… before that, I want you to know… I always loved you.” you said, tears starting to fall down your cheeks, Law’s eyes widening while your father’s eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. Blood dripped from his arm faster as he let go of it, taking your hand in his, giving a small smile. It wasn’t much, but you knew what he was telling you. Closing your eyes, you awaited your death.

     Wrapping Law’s arm, you smiled softly. Through some miracle, your father was now in chains, your deepest wish had been granted. Not only were you free, but your father had been taken down in the process. Law’s arm had been healed, he would have full use of it again, but you insisted on bandaging it in the off chance it started bleeding again or began hurting. At least, that was your excuse, in truth, you simply wanted to feel his skin beneath your fingertips, as if to prove that this was all real, that this wasn’t another dream. 

     “Y/n.” Law called, drawing your attention back to the man, “I may not have said it up there, but I love you as well. I have since we were young, I wanted to return to you sooner, but had no way of freeing you.” he said, making you smile. 

     “You still returned for me, that’s all I could ever ask for.” you said, gently tying his bandage, your eyes remaining on his as you gave his bandaged arm a small kiss. Law couldn’t help the blush that spread across his cheeks, looking away, making you giggle. 

     “Then I’d like to ask you something.” Law said, still blushing as you tilted your head in confusion, “I’d like you to join the Heart Pirates, to sail with me. I’m sure you’re sick of pirates after… everything, but I’d like to… you’ve gotten strong, you’d make a great addition.” he said, his cheeks turning an even brighter pink. He’d just told you he loved you, why couldn’t he bring himself to tell you that he wanted you by his side?

     “You have no idea how much I’d like that. It was something I never dared dream for, but desired all the same.” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. His cheeks were brighter than ever, the young man beyond flustered as he pulled his hat over his eyes, trying to hide his face. 

     “Th-then once we reach the rest of the crew, I’ll introduce you and you can become an official part of the crew and…” Law swallowed hard, pulling his hat even lower, his voice barely a whisper, “And perhaps… we could…” Law found himself unable to finish his sentence, freezing in place as you gave him a quick peck on the lips.

     “I’d really like that, all of that. Even the parts that you can’t say.” you said, caressing the stunned man’s cheek. He could still feel your lips on his as his heart pounded. All you’d wanted as a child was freedom from your father, all he’d wanted as a child was to live long enough to tell you how he felt. It seemed as if today was a day of hope and dreams.

[toasterhasabucket]

Topic: MALEVOLENT PODCAST (PART 20)

TW : this whole thing is about !death and suicide! and very very much just me complaining and crying about the POEM TO HIS PARENTS

Starting off strong, Arthur's parents killed themselves when he was young. He wrote a poem about it, about his parents, about his grief and wanting it back, wanting comfort and boy, oh boy! I am SOBBING. I couldn't find a written copy of his poem so I just kept replaying it and writing it down in my notes app

This is the poem ( if I misspelled anything, don't tell me, just ignore it please)

"I don't recall how we met

as I was far too young

I knew you not as you are now

because to me you were the sun

and always present warmth and glow

a light that's always there

to wipe the teas from out my eyes

to brush my matted hair

and I would lie if not to say our relationship was pure.

I am young

a cause of grief of this I am quite sure

despite all this id be remiss to say there was no love

a calmness and a careful word

a nudge not a shove

there were nights I recall

I needed you the most

I'd crawl from bed and walk to you

and you would hold me close

between the love of both of you

to ail my sleeping strife

I never felt so safe

yet so cold

in all my life.

I too recall a time I was trying to impress

a goofy boy named Arthur dressed in his mother's best

was only dad who laughed with me

as mother you withdrew but

when he joined in dressing up

you cried in laughter too

and there was the time we all did find ourselves stuck in the rain

mother had her gown near soaked

and dad was much the same

and though we were miserable

mother found us a spot of dry

which we all ate a pretend meal

jelly and sea pie.

and now you're gone

and I can't explain the loss that lingers here

the size of a young boys parents

he wishes could be near

and there are nights

where he needs you

and he still crawls out of bed

and walks toward your bedroom door

before recalling you're dead.

and I want someone to tell that boy

to swallow all the hate

that nothing he could have said

would have changed his parents fate

and I want that someone to be you

as I write this

but alas

this pain will linger with me still

I pray this too shall pass."

Oh my God. That's emotional and so important to him I wonder if the people in the YouTube comments had anything to say about it?

NO THEY DIDN'T

One person said "glad we got to learn more about johns backstory" WHAT ABOUT HIS SOUL CRUSHING POEM

Sorry forgot some of your parents didn't kill themselves, my mistake, so so so sorry that you're crooked and evil and didn't sob your eyes out when he recited his poem. (I am completely normal and chill)

Another person said something like "Arthur, the boy who lived" and yk this could mean many things, maybe because he's survived many life threatening situations and actually escaped death, maybe it's because of the ending of the episode. OR it's because his parents are dead and if that's why

I am going to roll myself into a hole and throw UP.

There's nothing terribly wrong with the joke I'm just dramatic and a crybaby

I need to stop complaining so NOW I'm going to take in this poem like it should have been.

Let's point out my "highlights"

"because to me you were the sun" when you're young and have good parents you like them most the time, he was young when they died, he looked up to them still and saw them in such a bright and amazing way

"and now you're gone and I can't explain the loss that lingers here the size of a young boys parents he wishes could be near and there are nights where he needs you and he still crawls out of bed and walks toward your bedroom door before recalling you're dead"

This whole part has me in FUCKING SHAMBLES, IM SHAKING AND SOBBING, IM GOING TO BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ON MY DEATH BED.

"and I want someone to tell that boy to swallow all the hate. that nothing he could have said would have changed his parents fate"

God Arthur you just like to kick me right in the stomach don't you, this almost brought me to my knees I'm not even going, I almost went onto the floor. Put this into perspective, you're a kid who is around your parents ALL the time then one day they kill themselves, even as a kid survivors guilt is a thing, most the time survivors guilt is seen in like horror movies and shit but dude, when I found out my mom committed I thought smth like I wish I could have done something, it should have been me, even though I was ten I felt accountable for what happened because it feels like all the love you gave was never enough because in the end they left by choice. That will LINGER that will STAIN and it is forever, not matter how faint it seems at times it'll never really go away. So I know like first hand, a child who's parents killed themselves or even just have dead parents, all have thought at one time "why not me."

"nothing he could have said would have changed his parents fate"

I'll never get over this line, EVER.

Not only do I relate I FEEL this, this whole poem was like a slap in the face, hit after hit, I felt seen but in a way I didn't want to be. I felt like I was exposed and I don't think I've ever read anything that's made me feel so read to.

See this is the part where I explain that I am not complaining about people not caring about his poem and this very important part to him, it's more of me really complaining that I care and relate to much so it's overwhelming

I am not here to be like "you don't care about this like I do? Die" and if I sound like that I was joking or having a moment because I'm going off the rails with a crazy train (I love that song)

And obviously of course it's sad and everything but not everyone can relate and think about it from the way I do and I get that

Not everyone has experienced something like this and I'm glad!

But I guess since I related I was just so shocked and a little confused on why I didn't see anyone talk about it

Sure the poem isn't metaphorically fancy and is more blunt then most but it's gets the point across and I like that. I like that a lot

Anyways I'm going to draw Arthur angst, love you guys bye!

[bethbluebell]

purpose [ d.dixon ] part 2

daryl dixon x fem!reader

summary; a last minute decision to scavenge a hospital may have sounded like the worst idea in the apocalypse, and it was. But it also gave you the opportunity to help a certain archer and his people - and in this world, that was everything

parts; 1 , 2 (3 part ongoing series)

It had been at least a week since you had risked your life for Daryl. You hoped that the medicine helped and that it was enough. He wasn’t clear on how many were sick but he must have been desperate, desperate enough to venture into that death trap of a hospital and then proceeding to follow a stranger into the woods.

To be fair, you weren’t much of a threat to the naked eye but you could’ve had numbers. It was quite heroic how he risked his life for his people, you only assumed they weren’t blood related due him not referring to them as family.

You were currently fixing up the little cabin you found. It wasn’t exactly spacious but it’s not like you were planning to have any house parties. The only problem was food. Crops took time to grow and yes, you had some canned food but it wasn’t going to last forever.

Maybe it would have been the easier option to continue the way you were, aimlessly walking on foot and praying that you’ll find somewhere safe to sleep before nightfall.

You had now moved onto the door. It had the capability to shut which was the important thing but it was slightly slanted, so when it was shut there were gaps due to it not being fitted onto the hinges correctly – or it was knocked off the hinges, most likely that.

You wiped the sweat from your brow as you hammered the last nail into the door of the cabin. The wood was old and weathered, which helped muffle the sound to an extent. With a satisfied nod, you stepped back to admire your handiwork, a faint smile touching your lips.

Just as you was about to turn away, a rustling in the bushes nearby caught your attention. Instinctively, your hand went to the knife at your belt, but before you could react, a familiar voice called out.

"Hey," said Daryl, emerging from the shadows holding a small bundle of vegetables in a basket. "Got something for ya."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you quickly relaxed your grip on the knife. "Daryl," you greeted, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "What brings you all the way out here?"

Daryl shrugged, offering you the bundle of vegetables. "Just wanted to say thanks for helpin' out back there. The medicine you gave us made a real difference."

You accepted the gift gratefully, your fingers brushed against his as you took the basket, warmth spreading through your veins at the contact. “It was the least I could do," you replied. "I'm just glad I could help."

You glanced up from the bag of vegetables and finally had the chance to really look at him. He was one of the few good people you had met in a long time and he piqued your interest in more ways than one.

His hair was a dark brown, grown out to a medium length with strands falling haphazardly around his face. It suited him, along with the crossbow slung across his back. He still sported that sleeveless vest which you appreciated even more due to the tattered angel wings on the back.

“Yeah, well… reckon I owe ya,” He muttered, his gaze flickering to the ground beneath his feet.

Silence settled between you, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of the world around you. Daryl seemed hesitant, as if he knew he couldn’t stay, couldn’t afford to let his guard down for even a moment. You hoped that in time you’d be able to develop a friendship with him. Saying you were lonely was a understatement but it’s not as if you were willing to fully trust him either, not yet.

You had experienced the worst of people, at times you just accepted that this is the way the world is now. That is why you decided to try and survive solely by yourself, it was easier in many ways but it also made your will to survive dwindle bit by bit. Daryl was like the light at the end of a dark, suffocating tunnel. It made all of this shit worth it – knowing you were the opposite of what this world was trying to mould you to be and that there were other people like that looking out for each other.

Sure, you weren’t saints but your weren’t using it as an excuse to become a crappy person either.

“I came here for another reason too,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, curiosity sparking in your eyes, “What is it?”

Daryl took a deep breath, steeling himself for your reaction, “My group… we could use someone like you. Tough, resourceful… you’ve earned your place.”

Your gaze softened as you considered his words. It made your heart flutter, that you made such an impact that they even considered letting you join them.  “I really appreciate the offer, Daryl. But I’ll have to think about it.” It wasn’t that you didn’t want to join, it’s just you’ve gotten so use to being independent that the thought of joining such a tightknit group made you nervous. What if you didn’t meet their expectations and just became another mouth to feed? You had been in that situation before and it just made you recoil from the idea of possibly experiencing that again. But maybe your mind will change with time, it wasn’t like you were giving him a definite ‘no’.

Daryl nodded, understanding the weight of your decision. “Take your time. Think it over. But if ya ever need help, we’re at the prison. Just look for us.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze, “Same here. If you ever find yourself in trouble, don’t hesitate to come find me.”

With a final nod, Daryl turned to leave, leaving you alone once more with your thoughts. As you tuned back to your cabin, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you – not just for the vegetables in your hand, but for the unexpected kindness of a stranger in a world where such things were all too rare.

It had been a couple of weeks since Daryl offered you a place at the prison. You were expecting that to be end of his visits but he checked up on you every 2-3 days. You actually began to look forward to his little visits, it gave you a sense of normality – something you desperately craved after everything.

It was nice to know that if you were ever in a tight spot, you had somewhere to go to. Kind people that you didn’t have to question. As the days passed, you found yourself opening up to him in ways you never thought possible. You share stories of your past, your dreams, your fears and he listens with a quiet understanding that speaks volumes.

He would assist you in building up the cabin, assuring you that he doesn’t mind. He was a lot better at it that you, which wasn’t a surprise but the company was what you treasured most.

And as you opened up to him he gradually began to open up to you, including encounters with a place called Woodbury and the loss of his brother amidst it all.

You recall the moment vividly, sitting in silence beside Daryl, your knees almost touching as you lean in to catch every word. Daryl had said that he wanted to go after this ‘Governor’ but his duty held him back as his group relied on him.  That’s when you were shocked to find out they had a baby in their group.

A living, breathing, healthy baby girl. A chuckle escaped your lips at Daryl’s endearing nickname for her, ‘little ass kicker.’ It was adorable.

That was the evening where it started pouring it down with rain. Daryl insisted on returning to the prison but you were not having it. It was getting dark and he didn’t exactly have thick clothing on. The last thing Daryl’s group needed was him getting sick.

You offered him the sofa that was situated beside your bed. Your bed was only small, it couldn’t exactly hold two people and you don’t think Daryl would’ve been comfortable with that anyway.

You pretty much talked all night, ranging from light-hearted banter that evolved into topics more serious. You eventually fell asleep and when you woke up Daryl was gone. While you half-expected it, the lingering sense of loneliness weighed heavily on you. You couldn’t help the rush of excitement as you woke up hoping he would still be there.

You were currently scrubbing your spare pair of clothes just outside the cabin. You decided to take advantage of the sun considering it was perfect weather for drying clothes – if only you had a washing line.

Maybe Daryl could help DIY one?

It seemed like a nice day but something felt off. You hadn’t seen even one walker today and it was nearly noon, whether they wandered towards your cabin by chance or were alerted by some noise you were making, you always had to kill at least one or two by now, and that was on a good day.

You draped the shirt over the large bucket and stood up, twisting your body to look around the cabin. There was nothing, not even a rustle in the bushes. You turned to go inside and pick up a piece of fruit, just putting it down to you being overly paranoid. But suddenly, the stillness is shattered by the sharp report of gunfire echoing through the trees.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you freeze, your senses on high alert. It didn’t sound close but that didn’t mean you weren’t concerned. Plus, it didn’t sound like one gun went off, it was multiple.

You strain to listen, your ears attuned to every sound, every rustle of leaves that might signal approaching danger. The gunfire continues, each shot sending a jolt of fear coursing through your body. You walk further out from your cabin and your heart plummeted when you realised what direction the gunfire was coming from.

That’s the direction Daryl comes from, the direction to the prison. What if some bad people found them? The cool breeze sends a shiver down your spine as the gunshots grow louder, guiding you towards their source like a beacon. You had to help, Daryl’s people have looked after you, gifting you with fruit and vegetables, even clothes. You quickly checked that your gun was holstered on your hip and followed the noise of the gunfire.

You crouch behind the sturdy trunk of a towering oak tree, the rough bark pressing against your back as you peer through the foliage towards the direction of the prison. Your heart races with a mixture of fear and adrenaline as you contemplate what might be happening at the prison. You remember Daryl’s words, spoken during one of his visits about a man called the governor – maybe he’s came back as a twisted way of revenge?

Without a second thought you grip your gun and steel yourself for what lies ahead. Your little cabin in the woods may be your sanctuary, but you refuse to sit idly by while others are in danger.

As you draw closer to the prison, the sounds of chaos grow louder, the stench of smoke and blood thickening in the air. Finally, you reach the edge of the clearing surrounding the prison, and what you see takes your breath away. The once formidable fences lie in ruins, breached by – when you look closer… a tank? There’s a fucking tank sat inside the fences of the prison.

You can see figures move amidst the wreckage, locked in a desperate struggle for survival. You watch in horror as walkers shamble through the breach, their decaying bodies preying on the survivors with relentless hunger. But it’s not the dead that pose a threat – groups of armed individuals clash with one another, there was no way you would be able to differentiate between Daryl’s group and the attackers.

How could you possibly help without being killed in the process? You know you should turn back and flee to the safety of your cabin. But something within you refuses to let fear dictate your actions. They needed help, and if that puts you in danger, so be it. You were in constant danger ever since the dead started to walk.  With a deep breath, you step forward, your grip tightening on your gun as you sike yourself up for the fight ahead.

[unchained-hound-dog]

Jack can’t sleep without you, so he stays up waiting for you to get back from hanging out with your friends and once you realize he hadn’t sleep yet, you tease him about it all! 😜

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You'd promised your friends you'd only be staying out a couple of hours but it turned into a catch-up that lasted way longer than expected, the clock hitting 9pm before you'd even thought about heading home.

'Girls I'm gunna head out, it's been a lovely day' you grinned, hugging each of them before you picked up your bag and made your way outside.

Once you got to the car, you dropped your bag on the passanger seat and dig around for your phone, opening it up and turning some music on before you began your journey home.

Pulling into the driveway you noticed a light on in your bedroom, brows furrowing as you put the car into park and quickly got out.

Jack, your boyfriend laid awake in bed, the TV screen showing re-runs of some old sitcom as his eyes flickered shut then snapped back open again. Jack could never sleep properly when he knew you were coming home to him. On tour he knew there was nothing he could do besides text you to make sure you were safe if he knew you were out. But when he was home he was worried, until he could hold you in his arms he would stay awake all night.

You pushed the bedroom door open, cringing as it creaked slightly, you hoped that Jack would be asleep and he'd just left the light on. Your eyes caught sight of the bed, Jack looked to be asleep, his head on the pillow and turned away from you. Going about your business as quietly as you could, you prayed to not wake him up. When you finally got into bed you jumped slightly as Jack's fingers danced across your waist and pulled himself closer to you.

'Sorry for waking you up' you whispered as you turned to face him, your noses barely touching.

'You didn't' his smile was sleepy as he got comfy

'Hmm? You been up all this time?' your fingers pushed their way through his curls as you spoke

'Yeh' he nodded slightly.

'Did you miss me too much?' you teased,giggling lightly when he poked your side.

'No' his tone was playful, a slight pout on his face.

'Awh baby I should have text to say I'd be home late, m'sorry'

'Doesn't matter, just glad you're home now' you turned your body away from his as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, your back against his chest.

'Can't believe you waited up for me baby' you sighed, sleep slowly taking over you

'Just like to know my woman is safe' Jack's voice was laced with exhaustion as he slowly fell asleep.