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alicemitch09writes · 5 years ago

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be careful what you wish for

pairing: Prince!Sakusa Kiyoomi x Historian!Reader

summary: He didn’t mean to wish you away. He never did. labyrinth AU.

author’s notes: i have the vaguest idea of labyrinths, just depending only on what I already know from literature class and the fics I read. Also, this was an excuse to make said AU, aaaaaaaaaand because I'm a sucker for angst, I wanted to delve and write into this. Mwahahaha This turned out longer than I expected it to be, and I'm worried if I was able to deliver what I wanted to deliver. Eugh. The fact that reader is the adoptive siblings to the Miyas was an accident, because that was intended for another fic but decided to scrap that idea entirely because I have OTHER WIP fics to worry about first. Heh. Finally, I went for Sakusa because I love him and he kinda fits the general idea of this kinda angst (which was inspired by a prompt list for bakudeku originally lol). Also, if the last part seems rather rushed, sorry it's 12:59am here and I want to sleep yet I want to finish this bc I have a lotta other fics to work on.

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He wished you away. Prince Kiyoomi actually wished you away.

Which was probably for the best, since, in his words were “you’ve been nothing but a hindrance, a pest” and you've been nothing but pathetic, contributing to little with your history and books, doing little to help prosper the kingdom.

And now, here you were: forever stuck in this maze-like dungeon, guarded by a hulking beast for all of eternity.

Fact remains: your first love actually wished you away.

And away you went to some castled walls, far from the kingdom you grew up in, away from civilization, far and away. Away, away, away from it all. Away from him.

Cold, numb, and hollow, tears blurred and streamed down your face through the monster's running, never letting go as you helplessly watch your kingdom shrink from view.

Then he stopped, your tears halted, heart in your throat. Arriving in your destination, it was a surprise when the monster put you down gently, huffing down at you, before leaving you to your lonesome.

(E/c) eyes slowly took in the room you were in - a wide room, marbled floors, fizzled candles in elegant stands, a plush-lookng canopy bed in the middle, with draperies made from the finest silk, there was an antechamber connecting to a library filled to the brim with books, another antechamber leading to a bath. It was a lot to take in. And strangely enough, it looked like it was waiting for a host to live in.

Shaken and raw from the events that occurred, it was only the sound of clanging iron doors that brought you out of your stupor, rushing towards the doors, shaking, banging, yelling helplessly, and begging to be free.

Huffing lowly the horned-monster disappeared into the corners of darkness, your cries falling on deaf ears.

The first few nights were spent crying.

Crying for you missed your books. Crying for you missed your apprentice and students. Crying because you missed your friends in the palace. Crying because you missed that little boy who sneaks into your room, begging for stories of time beyond him. Crying because you missed Big Brother Osamu, checking in to ensure there was something in your stomach. Crying because you missed fighting with Big Brother Atsumu. Crying because you missed chatting with Motoya. Crying because you missed the handsome visage, the aloof, sarcastic, cutting, yet gracefulness of your dear friend - Kiyoomi.

Crying because he wished you away, far, far away.

Night and day, you spent crying. So many tears were shed, too many had been dried up. Not only did you cry on the outside, but so were you on the side. Your whimpering echoing through your empty prison. Your throat had been hoarse from being used up, wailing for nobody.

Nobody was there to hear you cry, nor were there people to console you.

Alone.

Alone did you cry, alone did you suffer.

Denying everything and anything that was happening to you.

Why you? Why? What had you done? All you did was research on the country's past, pouring hours and hours in your books, often writing drafts and exchanging theories and discoveries - was that so wrong? Why you? You didn't deserve this! No! No!!!!!!!

You could deny your destiny all you want but at the end of the day, you were still imprisoned and by your lonesome. You were here. Nobody else. You.

Denying didn't change the fact that this was your reality now.

And soon, denial bled into acceptance.

Resigning to your hate, you could only feel tears start anew.

You were never to see your family again, let alone leave and see the outside world.

You would never see little Romero again.

You would never gush with your apprentice again about new discoveries and strategies, nor have educational debates with visiting historians.

You would never delight in sweets with the older Sakusas for afternoon tea.

You would never laugh with Motoya again.

You would never see Kiyoomi again.

With a heavy heart, you accepted it.

But it doesn't mean it'll hurt any less, the same way that it didn’t change the fact that your first love, the second Prince of Itachiyama, wished you away.

He didn’t mean to wish you away. He never did. It was just a rash thing he said because he was tired of people prying into his personal life, of people making decisions for him, and probably his fear and frustration that you were slipping away from him.

His status as the crowned prince meant that a lot was expected from him, even though his older brother was expected to inherit the throne. But his brother was never one for battle - too focused on politics and his people, neither was his sister - who fared better in navigation, so Kiyoomi was set to become the commander of the Royal Guard. It was a given since he born and bred for it. His skill and strategic mind were not to be underestimated, as he's led the kingdom to many victories and earned the respect of kings, generals, nobles, and soldiers. His prominent fame eventually caught on different aspects of his life, so it was only a matter of time before marriage was brought into the discussion.

Try as he might, he was a royal and these were inevitable. That doesn't mean he likes people prying into his private life, disliked it even more, when they began to question his relationships - especially with you, the royal historian.

A well-regarded historian, who practiced a bit of politics, you were someone he sought before deciding to go to war or for just a friendly debate over philosophy and strategies. What you thought of his strategies mattered a lot to him, he held your opinions over anyone's in the castle - even to his own parents. It wasn't to say because you were childhood friends, but he recognized your abilities as a historian. You did a lot of things, aside from chronicling the day-to-day life of royals. You were unique, for you were keen on gaining knowledge and voiced your ideas and opinions, never fearful and always respectable to whoever you were talking to.

That, and because of your closeness, became the reason that you became a target for many, for them to keep an eye on you. Sakusa knew this, tried to let it die. But the crowned prince had been too naive to the workings of twisting tales.

And then, marriage proposals were coming in. Left and right, people were badgering him. Not a moment's rest when they were on the brink of war for god's sake! He was not interested, leaving the proposals unanswered for all he cared.

One summer's night, a ball had been prepared to celebrate the foundation of their kingdom. As expected, visiting dignitaries and royals were invited.

("Chatterboxes who don't really have a place in this palace except a name," he'd mutter under his breath, you laugh at his comment.)

As the royal historian, you were expected and had been dressed in the finest clothes, a gift from his older sister - who absolutely fawned and adored you. Dressed in his royal robes, he felt the need to get on his knees, undeserving to be in the presence of such beauty.

In a sea full of royals and socialites, you were the prettiest thing he has ever laid eyes on, easily besting and outshining everyone.

This was the one night he was supposed to tell you how he felt about you, social status be damned, he only cared and has eyes for you and you alone.

In hushed whispers, gossip crept through the castle walls, snaking its way to each and every ear, poising and tainting their image of you. People began talking, eyes darting between him and the unsuspecting girl, who was laughing with an ambassador.

Suddenly, the whispers reached his ears, tainting his thoughts.

"Kiyoomi?" you whispered, tone laced with worry. Discreetly following after him when he pulled away from speaking with some ambassadors, you brought with you a goblet filled with water, fingers splaying over. "Are you alright?"

At the sight of you, he relaxed. Slightly. "No," bringing his fingers to his face, he massaged at his throbbing temples.

Taking a step closer, you held out the water, which he took graciously and took a small sip, eyes gazing out into the night with you next to him, not saying a word.

Behind you two, the loud music and fanfare went about. Camaraderie abounded inside that ballroom, glitz, and glamour just filling and living to their fullest as the night went on. However, on that balcony, there was nothing but silence - the silence one desperately sought for, the silence one could offer along with a companion who understood the need for said silence.

You didn't say anymore then, letting the silence fill in, working on a small smile when he looked your way and he appreciated you for it. This way, away from it all, under the moonlight, he could appreciate your beauty even more.

But it didn't last long.

One minute, you were joking about how gaudy people were dressed tonight, the next you were discussing Kiyoomi's battle plans and possible alliance with the Shiratorizawa kingdom, notorious for their undeniable power and might. They started as a small kingdom, which vastly grew over the years. Personally, you've met and been acquainted with them when they visited and enjoyed debates with Satori, Kenjirou, and even the emperor's son, Wakatoshi. Kiyoomi held said man to a high regard, never shutting up about his feats and skills. This was worrisome because Shiratorizawa was becoming especially unyielding when it comes to conquering neighbouring kingdoms - likes their recent dispute with Aoba Johsai and Karaunso, caring very little in casualties. Kiyoomi was quick to defend Wakatoshi, never minding the lives that were ignored during their rise to power, or your obvious discomfort of such alliance.

"So, I'm the bad guy now? For wanting what's best for my people?"

"What you want is war with defenseless people, in an unfair and one-sided war that'll only lead to bloodshed," you reasoned. "I just think you should rethink it, or at least have terms."

"There is nothing to rethink and no terms to talk about," his voice rises, his temper rising. "As royal historian, you should know at least that this alliance is promising and will yield results for the betterment of our kingdoms."

"You're forgetting that history is a philosophy that teaches by example," you quote, hands curling into fists. "I just don't want you making the same mistake-"

"I don't make mistakes, I make results." Something cracked in the darkness, his eyes warranting a scary drip of pride.

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"What would you know about wars and alliances anyway?"

Swallowing, you stood your ground, turning to face him. "Plenty. Enough to tell you, that as the royal historian, one mustn't needlessly push through with alliances without thinking them through first. Yes, it may yield good results but at the cost of many? I don't think so." A cold gust of wind blew, clouds rumbling overhead. "And as your friend, I worry about how rash you're being just because of Wakatoshi-"

Kiyoomi scoffed, actually scoffed at you, incredulously at how ludicrous your words were.

"God, could you be any more pretentious? Not everything is as easy as you make it!"

"Kiyoomi, stop-"

"What would you know? I wish you'd just be taken away, far away because I don't need you here when you've been nothing but a hindrance and a pest to this kingdom's chances of glory. I don't need you here when you've been nothing but a pest and a hindrance. I've clearly wasted all those years of educating you for a rather ignorant mind."

"You don't mean that,"

"Maybe, I do!" he yelled, throwing the goblet away, his voice was able to catch the attention of people nearby. "You think you know everything, just because of your books that talks about dead people-"

"Kiyoomi-"

"-then you talk to me as though I haven't learned about them and disregard the fact that I’m trying to be better than them-��

“I know, Kiyoomi, I know-“

“Shut up, you don’t know! Just like you don’t know a thing outside your books, it’s not always as it was written! You don’t know just how difficult it is to really man an army, let alone try to make efforts to ensure that we make it out alive. You wouldn’t understand how weary the job is at the end of the day, because you’re happy being in the castle surrounded by your books all day. You wouldn’t understand, so just leave this to me,” overhead, thunder rumbled loudly, ferociously. Kiyoomi took a step, you took a step back. “Stop nagging me over things I already know!”

Lower lip quivering, you bit down, chin held up high as you asked. “D-Don’t my opinions matter to you, Kiyoomi?” it was a question laced with hurt, enough to guilt him, but Kiyoomi didn’t yield.

“Just stop!” his breathing was shaking, harsh. Consumed completely by anger, frustration, and fear, his eyes met yours, voice cold as he said, “I wish that you were taken away, there’s no place in the palace for someone so ignorant and a hindrance to the prosperity we’re guaranteed to have. If you can’t join us, you might as well be a pest.”

Famous last words.

Something compelled him to say it, he couldn't stop himself and the words just went out.

Fear, frustration, anger, all pushed him to his boiling point.

Twin pools of (e/c) widened, slowly filling with pain and tears, stopping him cold.

All the words he’s said comes crashing over him, regret quickly followed. Kiyoomi pales, feeling cold all over.

“(Y/N)-“

And then came chaos.

Crashing in uninvited, wildly wreaking havoc with little regard of who was in the way. Panic screaming, yelling, and thrashing.

And then, it lifted its head. To the balcony. Its blank eyes dilating, narrowing at the sight of you.

Kiyoomi only had a moment to realize what was going to happen before it was too late.

One moment, the horned-monster was in the middle of the dance floor. The next, it was barrelling its way towards the two of you, pushing anyone in its path, destroying the doors, grabbing you harshly, and throwing you over its shoulder, all in one second. Kiyoomi hadn't realized that he had been pushed away, blood matting his hair, his robes–

"(Y/N)!" but it was too late, the Minotaur was speeding away with you in its grasp.

Shakily, he tried to get to his feet, only to fumble.

“(Y/N)…”

He tried again.

"(Y/N)..."

And again.

"(Y/N)..."

Again.

Slumping against the ground, his eyes never left the direction the Minotaur left with you in tow.

'I wish you were taken away...'

Twin pools of (e/c). Broken. Destroyed. Humiliated. Tears flowing.

He couldn’t focus. Nothing was right. No. Nothing felt right. Something tightened in his chest. Breathe. Breathe. How do you breathe again? Plink! Something wet fell down on him, wetting his hair, his robes, blood smearing on the marbled floors. Blood. That was his blood. He hit his head. His blood. Blood smeared. To his hands – since when had he fallen to his knees? And screaming. Anguish. Pain. Regret. Screaming. Wait, was somebody screaming?

Oh, wait.

It was him.

He was on his knees.

He was screaming.

Screaming through the pouring rain as he bled.

Dread washed over him when he realized that his wish had been granted, you were whisked away by a beast and never to be seen again.

You slipped away from him, only because he wished for it.

The labyrinth was a rather large domain.

Massive concrete walls, quiet stones that suffocated you with silence, enough to drive you mad. A maze that was endless in its length, wide in its berth, and dizzying to traverse.

Many were the days you spent roaming around, in high hopes you've found an exit, only to find yourself in a dead-end. Many were the days where you practically rammed yourself into walls, hoping for a secret exit. Many were the days where you hoped, that if you crashed hard enough or hit yourself hard enough, you'd wind up unconscious, never to wake again. Dead. You didn't want to stay here forever.

But one day, as you were walking about, you happened upon the strangest thing - a garden. A hidden garden, to be exact.

Walking towards and through the archway, you were greeted with something that was a sight for weary eyes. A lush garden, filled to the brim with blossoming flowers as far as the eye can see. And fruit trees! The rarest you can find and have only heard of from stories. It stretched the whole area that you almost forgot that you couldn't tell if it was closed in by the labyrinth's high walls.

Taking a step in, bare feet meeting the damp grass, for the first time in what seems like forever, you broke into a shaky, wet laugh. Hands covering your mouth as you walked further in, uncaring. (E/c) eyes were filled with tears anew, tears of joy.

The air was fragrant, sweet, comforting. Flowers, colorful flowers in different shapes and sizes painted the gardens with vibrant colors and life.

Alive, the garden was alive, buzzing dragonflies, fluttering butterflies, and other smaller insects.

Feeling something warm kiss your sigh, you made a shaky sound - a gasp. Slowly, you began to breathe. Sighing, you craned your head up to meet the sky up above you. Squinting, your eyes fell shut, soaking it in.

You were probably up in the highest tower, for you were encased in a glass ceiling, allowing the sun to shed its light down on you, on the greenery.

The garden was spectacular, almost like the ones in the castle.

You lost track of time, but you didn’t care. This little heaven was all that you had, even if it were lonely.

Many were the days, with tear-dried face, did you wonder if you were going to go insane in here. Many were the days spent memorizing paths – some were useful, like the way to your chambers and the garden, while many paths proved useless, meaningless. Like the labyrinth knew you’d want to find a way out, giving you nothing.

Acceptance bled from denial.

However pretty your prison was, sadly, you remind yourself again, Kiyoomi wished you away.

A bruised cheek and a split lip. To many, injuries would be a badge of honor to satisfy their male ego. But for Prince Kiyoomi, they might as well be a badgeof dishonor. And for two good reasons - each came from your adoptive brothers, Atsumu's having the most hits since he was the oldest, boiling with rage after finding out that his youngest sister was taken away because of him. Crowned prince be damned, Atsumu would gladly beat him black and blue, had Bokuto not stopped and held him back.

Osamu would surely help, without a doubt. The punch he delivered was undoubtedly was painful. And that was it, followed by a long, cold, hard stare and nothing else. Miya Osamu was always known to be the calmer twin with a filter to his language and could be just as vile with his words as his twin. But his silence, that long, cold, hard stare was enough. His silent gaze was burning enough, a thousand words dying to be said that cut through thanks to his fist. A split lip and message received.

You were too good for him, that much the twins knew.

You were sweet, headstrong, brave, and annoyingly book smart, but still way too good for someone like the third crowned prince of Itachiyama.

Atsumu didn't like it that his (self-proclaimed) rival and commanding officer was romantically tied to his beloved sister. Osamu doesn't give a shit, so long as you were happy, but he was miffed by the fact that he was royalty.

"It's so cliche," he'd tell you, brandishing some rice balls in three different variants. "he's a prince, you're a commoner. That in itself is a recipe for disaster."

Unamused with your older brother's words, you eyed the rice balls in his tray before taking the one in the middle, wolfing without thinking. "Yum!"

"Oi, listen to yer brothers when we're talkin'!" yelled Atsumu, who grabbed the other onigiri, spitting rice everywhere.

"You piece of shit for a brother, don't talk with your mouth full!" but rice also flew everywhere from when you opened your mouth.

Sighing, Osamu took the last onigiri for himself, taking bites as the two of you fought.

Kiyoomo, who had just arrived, could only watch as the Miya siblings fought amongst themselves before the argument died down and you were all laughing at something. Without a doubt, the twins loved you, even though you weren't blood-related.

Looking up, you waved at him with a wide, warm, welcoming smile. Osamu inclined his head, a sort of bow. Atsumu coolly two-finger saluted him, his commanding officer by the way.

Osamu trusted him.

Atsumu trusted him.

They trusted him.

And what did they get? A brokenhearted sister who's now held captive somewhere.

He deserved it, Kiyoomi knew without a doubt that he deserved it and more.

After all, who wishes their childhood friend away?

Who wishes the person they're madly in love with away?

With badges of dishonor brandishing his face, Prince Kiyoomi set out on a quest: to find and rescue you. No matter what.

As far as the books you've read have told, Minotaurs were supposed to be blood-thirsty creatures who devoured on sacrifices kept in the labyrinth. But this Minotaur was different. First of all, it appeared out of nowhere. There had been countless sightings of strange creatures within and outside the kingdom, but they'd been territorial and respectable of keeping their distance from humans. And through your desperate walks around he maze, there were no signs of bones, of any sacrifices that legends told you the creature devoured of. Nothing.

Instead, the creature was just there. Tall. Hulking. Intimidating. Silent. Watching.

When you saw each other, it just stared. It didn't try to stop you, because only it knew the way out, and no way was he willing to let you escape.

It didn't seem to have a master, either.

It just was.

Day in and day out, it was just there.

Unnerving you.

You knew you'd never escape.

Many of your days were spent in the gardens. Sometimes in your room, with a comfortable bed, a warm hearth, and all the books you could read to your heart's desire, and a single gilded narrow window. In the garden, the window was up above you, far within your reach even if you climbed the trees. As though it were a reminder.

Sometimes, when you stared too long at the windows, you could hear the Minotaur huffing behind you, almost laughingly. Mockingly.

Pretty as your prison was, so long as the beast lingered, you knew you weren't safe forever.

Perhaps it was biding its time? Waiting on you to accept death, surrender to it before it could do it's bidding? Maybe it just wanted a dame to lure victims in wanting a chance to prove their heroism? Or maybe it just wanted you to share fate, to stay here in this maze forever? You couldn't escape even if you tried anyway.

Ferocious as he was, the horned-beast saw to it that you were fed, bringing you meals during breakfast, lunch, dinner. Occasionally, he’d bring some fruits. At times, some books and gifts to keep you entertained. When your dress – the beautiful dress the older Sakusa gave you that night – was tattered, ruined, he had given you a new one. It was a wonder where he got these gifts.

“Thank you,” (e/c) eyes turned to the hulking creature, who huffed in response, then left.

Denial bled into acceptance.

If this was your fate forever, then so be it.

After all, Sakusa wished you away for it.

As disappointed as he was in his cousin, Motoya couldn't find it in his heart to hate his cousin completely.

With a brother and sister, both of which who were much older than him, they were all busy learning how to run the castle. His parents were no exception either, as the king and queen of the kingdom. Kiyoomi spent so much of his time alone, growing rather quiet and aloof with his surroundings.

Luckily, the Komori family was there, Motoya was right by his side. But Kiyoomi was still quiet and a bit of a snob.

That was until the Miyas arrived.

The Miyas, who came from the west with two strapping young boys and an adopted bright-eyed girl. They worked around the palace as smith and cook, respectively, the twins always bickering amongst themselves while the youngest quietly tended to her books. More often than not, she'd sneak off to the royal library and read.

Motoya remembered seeing her deep in the library, nose stuck to the book as her eyes glimmered with life, drinking in information with scary speed. She was on her third book. He was with Kiyoomi then, the two were doing self-study, but stopped at the sight of the strange Miya girl.

The next day, Kiyoomi asked for her name. “Miya (Y/N),” she said, tucking a book under her arms, bowing slightly, before walking away, books in tow. Probably to return them.

The day after, she was joining in their self-study, often debating about the histories she read with him, which ended up as a full-blown discussion not even part of their studies!

The next, next, next day, she wasn't there, having been scolded for running off too much to read her books. However, Kiyoomi came to her defense, and (Y/N) was granted access to the library. She eventually caught the attention of the royal librarian before taking the little girl under her wing. Never had Motoya seen (e/c) eyes shine so bright that they rivaled the best jewels some snobby royals had. Later that day, as her older brothers were fighting amongst themselves (for possibly the nth time) and he and his cousin were passing by, (Y/N) saw and ran up to them and did the impossible: she tackled Kiyoomi into a hug! Motoya, and the Miya twins, stared in shock. Nobody just hugs the prince like that, he doesn't like to be touched! Nobody!

But Kiyoomi just stood there, taking in the hug, arms awkwardly raised to the smaller girl's form, before decidedly resting on hand on her shoulder, and the other to pat her head. Not one ounce of disgust registered on his cousin's face. Instead, he saw a soft smile, his onyx eyes warm at the girl.

And the rest was history.

Over time, (Y/N) had proven herself with her studies - as her brothers had proven themselves as well as soldiers, showing promise with each passing. Motoya was amazed by her academic prowess, her sound mind, and cunning demeanor, no wonder she wounded up as the royal historian. He'd like to think his cousin played a role in there somewhere. More often than not, Kiyoomi would endorse her to his teachers, her ideas and opinions, too.

It was no secret that since her promotion, Kiyoomi would always seek her out.

It was no secret either that, eventually, the older Sakusa siblings would hear about infamous Miya (Y/N) and fawn over her.

It was no secret either that Kiyoomi only his eyes for her, having been his cousin’s close-confident regarding confusing feelings and possessiveness over her. For someone who always saw things through, who absolutely refused to do anything half-assed, Motoya made sure to poke at his cousin’s rather slow pace with her. Kiyoomi would reason that the timing was never there, because of his duties, and he didn’t want her to get caught in the drama brewing amongst castle chatterboxes. He wanted to protect her from that. Yet he failed.

Guilt was written all over Kiyoomi’s face the night (Y/N) had been taken away. Unflinching from the cold rain, the blood in his hands, his head injury, Kiyoomi just looked…blank.

Since her disappearance, his cousin was a living doll, he barely slept, barely ate, and barely even cleaned himself!

Worried, Motoya saw to it himself that his cousin was taken care of. His parents would send maids to ensure he'd leave the room. His older brother would personally check in with him and talk. His older sister would rush in and forcibly take him to walks in the garden or get him to bathe. Later, Osamu would send him food to eat. Atsumu came by a few days later, pissed still at his superior, but asked him if he had any orders. Slowly but surely, he was getting on his feet. But at the end of the day, Kiyoomi would buckle from it all and just exist.

He was like a living doll, with no function, no purpose. Nothing. It was unbecoming of him.

Everything seemed pointless now.

How did the Great Commander of Itachiyama's Royal Gaurd fall so hard? Simple, it was because of her.

(Y/N) was always his greatest weakness just as she was his greatest strength. Only, he took it for granted.

Motoya couldn't find it in his heart to hate his cousin, for he knew, probably more than anyone else in the castle, how much he hated himself for what happened.

If there was one thing he knew about his cousin, it's that once he starts something, he'll be so fixated on it and ensures he finishes it through. And with his dying breath, swearing even on his sword, his life, he would- no, he will find (Y/N) and bring her back.

“Kiyoomi?” he asked, entering his cousin’s office after two knocks.

Motoya stopped at the door, noticing the maps scattered around his usually kept desk, along with some notes written in messy, familiar penmanship, the look in his cousin’s eyes.

“Motoya,” he glanced up briefly, shoulders straightening, hands planted on each side of the desk.

“Do you have any leads?” the brunet starts, walking further in.

And Motoya would be there, to help him bring his heart back.

At night, you see him in your dreams.

Intimidating, tall, handsome, wearing that rare smile of his, one that reached his eyes. A secret-like smile, one he shared for those who were worthy of it.

Kiyoomi would be sitting by the pavilion in the castle gardens, watching you across him, head titled slightly, before his lips curled.

And then you’d wake up.

Immediately, your hands fetched for your books, a pencil, to sketch him before your memory of the dream fades – finely shaped jaw, twin beauty marks over his left eye, thick curls, inquisitive dark eyes, long nose, supple lips, his rare smile- only to pause. Stop. Then cry.

Tears starting anew, you looked down at your sketch – of Sakusa Kiyoomi smiling at you, breaking into a watery laugh, free hand shakily touching your sketch. “K-Kiyoomi…”

Dropping the sketch, you covered your mouth with one hand, the other fisted over your heart.

What was the point?

You loved him for the longest time. You’ve been stuck in this one-sided love for your childhood friend for as long as you can remember.

But as the crowned prince, and soon-to-be great commander of the Royal Guard, something as trivial as a romance - with the royal historian of all people, a person with questionable ancestry? It was not meant to be.

Had you been given a chance between taking you away forever and forgetting him forever, you would gladly choose the latter.

Because nothing hurts more than to remember every day that the person you love wished you away, crushing your heart and everything inside. At least when you forget, so will the feelings, leaving you hollow and numb. Ready to start anew.

You were sure he was happiest with your disappearance, finally getting the chance to be closer to Wakatoshi from Shiratorizawa, solidifying the alliance.

You did miss Komori. Your adopted brothers. Your friends. Your apprentice. Your home.

But they were gone now, soon to be a forgotten memory.

Here you stay and here you shall remain, doom to remember until your dying breath how your love wished you away.

Prince Kiyoomi dreams of you.

In his dreams, you were a sight to behold in cream, your (h/c) hair freely falling upon your bare shoulders as you poured into another book. When he walks up behind you, he scoops your hair away and plants a kiss to your shoulders, neck, cheek. A light giggle was his reward, curling his lips upward before he was met with (e/c) eyes.

You were so beautiful.

A sight to behold.

You'd say his name ever so lightly, gently, warmly, and with love. The only way he knew his name should be called leaving your plump lips. Plump lips that looked so inviting and endearing, making him want to lean in-

And then he'd wake up.

Prince Kiyoomi dreams of you. A lot.

Has been for the last 18 years of his life.

Has been for the past year you've been taken from him.

In his dreams, you would be in his arms.

But in reality, you were taken away from him.

All because he wished you away.

It was a plain and simple reminder that you had to remember: he was a prince, you were the royal historian. Nothing more, nothing less.

You didn’t come from royalty like him, so he was out of your reach. You could love him, but what good is the love of a lowly peasant girl? A girl with questionable origins, plucked from the ruins by kindly gentlefolk who took her in?

Even though you were regarded as a genius, strategic in mind that rivaled that of the crowned prince, you were still just a peasant. Someone was regal like Kiyoomi deserved nothing but the best.

Despite having your heartbroken, you smiled at Kiyoomi, eyes filled with so much love. Not knowing that it would be the last time he’d see you.

Later that night, in front of his constituents, brought by frustration and fear of his position and of your social classes, Prince Sakusa rashly wishes for you to be taken away. Not a second later, a Minotaur comes crashing in to take you away. Forever.

Wish granted.

There were many things he regrets.

One of them being missing the chance to press his lips to yours under the rain, a rather picturesque and romantic-setting, had it not been for the fact that he accidentally napped in the palace training grounds and you were happily playing under the rain before finding him.

He still remembered your laugh, a saccharine tune that was pure bliss to listen to. Your smile, it illuminated your face, brightening the dreary downpour, warmed his insides. “Kiyoomi, get up! This is no place for the crowned prince to lie down!” Taking him by the hand, he tugged you to take shelter and he let you.

“Speak for yourself,” he snorts. “what’s the royal historian doing getting herself wet?”

Laughing, you rolled your eyes at him. “I needed a break.”

“And you think getting wet under the pouring rain warrants as break?”

“I love the rain!” you laugh, bright smile splitting open your lips and your (e/c) eyes shining brightly. Reaching a hand out, Kiyoomi watched as the smile remained on your face, watching the droplets on your outstretched hand.

Silent, the crowned prince silently set his eyes in the way your (h/c) hair darkened in the rain, your dress was soaked, yet you had laughed, carelessly, a bright and gentle sound that was threatened to drown out in the thundering downpour. Dark eyes slowly took the slope of your neck, mapping your collarbones, trailing a droplet of rain that slithered down the smooth expanse of your neck.

Kiyoomi inhaled and exhaled, shaking his head slightly, dark curls shaking with him. He heard you laugh, sounding closer.

You had leaned in, playfully poking his two beauty marks before tucking wet curls away. Entranced by you, something inside him started, dizzying, confusing, satisfying. He caught your hands in his, bringing them to his cheeks, revelling, leaning into your touch. Ever so gently, he planted his lips on the center of your palm. Breath hitching, you were unable to look away. Kiyoomi’s eyes opened slowly to meet yours, the thundering in your chest increasing. There was soft, loving, endearing look in both your eyes, something both you wondering. Only a breath away, Kiyoomi slowly leaned in, your eyes fluttering close, waiting. And he would have kissed you then and there, had Atsumu not showed up and cut the mood.

The next day, he drilled the blond bastard harder than the rest.

But the one thing Kiyoomi regrets the most was wishing you away, for he never got the chance to tell you he loved you.

Books lined and filled the room, there was a disarray of scrolls, notes, and opened books scattered on the floor, the table. And there you were, pouring words into your notebook with your sleeves pulled up, stray hair escaping your upswept (h/c) hair - messy, curious, beautiful you.

"You have ink in your fingers," he says, as a way of greeting.

Looking up, your expression breaks into a beautified smile, "Kiyoomi!" realizing what he said, you looked around, then laughed nervously at your state. Grabbing a random cloth off the chair closest to you, you wiped at your fingers, walking around to meet him. "To what do I owe the crowned prince the honor?"

He rolls his eyes at your politeness, as though you haven't been friends since you were younger.

"I had a feeling you would be spending hours on the procured books on the Great Backyard Battle between Nekoma and Karasuno. Meaning, you'd be missing out on lunch." At this, he poked the space between your brows. Hard.

“Ow!”

“I’ve sent for lunch. Join me.”

Rubbing at your forehead, your face morphs into a sly grin. “Aww, you could just say you miss me, y’know~”

There were still remnants of ink on your fingers, because you smeared some over your forehead. With a roll – graceful roll, as you put it, he grabs the cloth, turns it to the clean side, and gently rubs the ink off your forehead.

“How are your hands always this dirty?”

“Kiyoomi, I’m not ready for that kinda joke,” you giggle when he’s finished, blowing into laughter when he throws the cloth into your face.

By the day, you were becoming cheekier like your brothers. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Pulling the cloth away, you inspect your relatively clean fingers, showing them to him. Unamused, he humored you by inspecting them closely.

“Clean enough for ya?”

“It will do. But I will ask the servants for a wash or utensils.”

You reply with a giggle, falling in step with your dear friend out your study.

With ink in your fingers, rumpled clothes, and messy hair, to him, you'd still be the most beautiful woman his eyes have ever seen.

Lonely were the nights spent by your lonesome, with nothing like companionship to fill the silence, to quell the fear, to steady your sanity. Yet, here you were. Still. By some miracle.

Books had been your constant companion all your life, feeding your ever curious mind. They were relative company, but not enough to satisfy your loneliness.

The garden, thriving with life and wonder, had lots to offer. Adorning flowers, gentle little insects, they were almost a reminder of life. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Lonely were the days that came by, yet somehow, you managed through.

Managing through keeping yourself sane.

Managing through the fear of your impending doom at the hands of the Minotaur.

Managing through the ache deep inside your chest.

Night-time befell, unable to sleep, you headed to the gardens.

A full moon was out tonight, big and bright. And yet, it seemed alone, like you.

Under the moonlight, you cry and pray.

Crying for the ones you've left behind – your family, friends, students, praying that they may be well.

Crying for your kingdom, praying that it may prosper.

Crying for yourself, praying that you can still manage by.

Crying for your love, praying that he may find happiness.

Denial bled into acceptance.

Prince Sakusa Kiyoomi, Third Prince of Itachiyama Kingdom and Royal Guard Commander, your first love, wished you away.

Finally, after days, months, and little over a year of searching, he found a lead.

Without wasting a second, he arranged his best men – Atsumu first to call for duty, followed by Osamu, who quickly put on his uniform and begged to join – and set forth.

It wasn’t an easy mission.

Kozume, the oracle, wasn’t lying when he said the road would be perilous, treacherous, and tested even the strongest minds. But he wasn’t commander of the Royal Guard for nothing.

Plowing enemy after enemy, never faltering and always on their guard, his men proved that they were best of the best, in leagues with the greatest fighters in the land - akin to jackals hungry for their next prey.

Even after years of quitting the army, Osamu was a force to deal with on the battlefield, especially with Atsumu. The Miya twins, the deadliest forces to deal with, truly a sight to behold.

Whatever came their way, they pushed through.

When night-time befell, you wandered off to the gardens, unable to sleep for some reason.

Unbeknownst to you, the Minotaur had turned its head and growled under its breath. Lifting its head up, huffing angrily, readily.

“I’ll go,” Kiyoomi told his men, eyes never leaving the tall walls before them.

“I’ll come,” Atsumu says, nearly bouncing on his feet, Osamu, a bundle of nervous energy beside him. Bokuto, Hinata, Meian, Inunaki, Thomas, stood by, waiting for orders. The walls in front of them were intimidating, yet as Motoya looked at his cousin, he was surprised yet unsurprised at the same time to see that Kiyoomi seemed…determined.

“No,” Kiyoomi said, firm and stern. Without looking back, he took a step forward. “I’ll go. Alone.”

There was no moon out tonight, you thought with a heavy sigh.

How lonely.

Bringing your knees to your chest, you heaved another heavy sigh, chin tucked in, as you gazed out to the stars.

As the oracle had warned, traversing into the labyrinth won’t be easy as trials awaits him at every turn.

Kiyoomi didn’t falter at his warning, not once.

Even when he was faced with goblins.

Even when hands began to emerge from the walls, reaching for him.

Even when the walls started to close in.

Even when the walls started talking, trying to goad him to leave, escape, give up.

He didn’t budge, not even once.

Through it all, Kiyoomi had to make use of his wit to beat the labyrinth.

Kozume never said anything about beating the labyrinth, giving him little to nothing. But then, he understood you can’t beat it, you just have to outsmart it.

So when the labyrinth began a new tactic, riddling the prince at each turn, Kiyoomi met the challenge head-on.

Nothing will stop him, not even these trivial challenges that try to undermine him.

Nothing shall stand in his way.

He was a man on a mission, everything else was in his way.

Orion. The hunter. Ursa Major. The Big Bear. Ursa Minor. The Little Bear. Bitterly, sadly, you found the Northern Crown.

Draco. The dragon. Lyra. The lyre. Canis Minor. The Little Dog. Pegasus. The Winged Horse. Cygnus. The Northern Cross.

Andromeda. The Chained Princess.

The story of a princess chained to pay for her mother’s demise was one that fascinated you as a child, especially because the princess had to await her demise at the hands of some monster only to be rescued by a hero.

Oh, what a naïve little child you were–

A shooting star.

Something in you shifts, then settles, a breathless laugh leaving your lips as you hugged your folded knees tighter.

Was it wishful thinking if you wished you could be like Andromeda and be saved? Or were you still naïve?

And there it was, the Minotaur.

Hulking, maddening like he remembered that night.

The night it took away (Y/N).

It was big, bigger than anything he’s ever faced. And strong, too.

With a flick of its arm, Kiyoomi was on the side of the balcony, hitting his head against the wall. It was also fast.

However, that doesn’t mean he would yield, nor would he surrender.

He tightened his grip on his sword, expression hardened, darkened at the sight of it.

He trained like crazy after that night, worked himself to the bone to match the crazy stamina levels of one Hinata Shouyo, and strength of Bokuto Koutarou. Precision and skills were his greatest feats, but he had to be cunning and nasty like that of Miya Atsumu. Also, he had to be reserved and patient, like that of Miya Osamu.

Before him, the Minotaur let out a mighty roar, echoing through the walls, dragging its hooves readily.

Kiyoomi never let go of his sword, neither did he drop his gaze at the Minotaur.

The air was thick, heady.

A beat.

And then they both charged.

“Hey, Tsumu-Tsumu, Myaa-Sam?”

The fire crackled in front of them, burning the iron pot above it, the smell of beef stew filling in.

“Do you think Omi can save (Y/N)-chan?”

The dark-haired twin stopped stirring the pot, the blonde-dyed twin stared into the fire, clasped hand gripping tighter. A brown-haired man perked at the sound of his cousin’s name, watching the men in silence.

The fire danced, wood snapping once, then twice, before it broke into two.

And then, “What kinda stupid questions is that, Bokkun?” Atsumu smirks.

“No one’s crazy enough like him, too,” Osamu added, dropping a few spices in.

Motoya smiled, honored on behalf of his cousin at the twins’ words.

Carefully, the lid was placed in, leaving a little space for the stew to simmer for few more minutes.

A dull pain hummed in his head, followed by a sharp pain that was sure to be from a broken rib. Breathing in was torturous, heaving laboring breaths through his nose and out his mouth.

Before him, the horned-beast huffed, sporting the stabs Kiyoomi had given him.

Yet, it stood there still while he was worse for wear.

The oracle's words rang through his head again, warning him that going in was the same as wishing for a death sentence.

And yet, Kiyoomi willingly accepted in, knowing full well of the risks and consequences - because he's had a whole year to think about them from the hollowness of his chest.

You were the one thing that kept him going.

You were the light in the dark.

You were a beacon he was desperate to follow.

You were the only thing that mattered.

Getting to his feet, ignoring how his body screamed in pain, he lifted his sword.

Angered, Minotaur charged again, head lowered, horns ready to skewer him.

Kiyoomi didn't move, only shifted his position.

When it was close enough, he raised his sword.

"Hey, Kiyoomi?"

"What,"

"If there was one thing in the world that you could have, what would it be?"

"..."

"Like, you could ask for anything - power, gold, magical abilities, a nice exotic pet, what would it be?"

"..."

"Oh? What a silence."

"What a question,"

"Well? What would you want?"

"Umeboshi."

"Kiyoomi, you're just playing with me aren't you?"

It shouldn't be a question, because he already knew the answer.

You.

All Kiyoomi ever wanted in the whole world was you.

And there you were.

Basked in the moonlight, your (h/c) was longer, falling over your frame, barefooted on the grass – looking like a goddess.

His chest heaves heavily with every exhale, weary from his long battle with the Minotaur, never minding the pain and bruises, all he could see was you.

You.

After all this time.

"(Y/N)..."

You looked up in surprise, his voice cutting through the silence, and got to your feet. Staring at him in shock.

It's been so long.

Too long.

Far too long.

A year and a half was long enough for him to meet your (e/c) eyes, to see your face, to be in the same room.

"K-Kiyoomi..."

He felt his heart beating, coming to life.

Dropping his sword, letting it clatter to the ground, he slowly walked, staggering in his steps, until he was in front of you.

What an image, a knight in shining armor, bloodied and bruised- did he kill the Minotaur?!

His hair was longer, slightly greasy, you noticed in shock. He was no way vain, but he liked to look clean and proper. But since you’ve been gone, he’s forgotten to take care of himself.

Suddenly, fear gnawed at his heart, remembering the last time he saw you, remembering the last words he said to you. Did you hate him? Did you fear him?

“Kiyoomi!”

And then, you were in each other’s arms, breaking down and crying, holding each other so tight in fear that someone or something would tear you two together again. Both of you collapsed to your knees, refusing to let the other go.

Kiyoomi’s cries were silent, but the relief that washed over him from a year’s worth of guilt and regret, of finally having you in his arms, it made was indescribable.

“(Y/N),” he says your name, like it’s the holiest thing to say, his saving grace. “(Y/N)!”

Hearing your name in his voice, after so long, it made you cry even harder. Kiyoomi kept holding you as you cried, rocking you back and forth.

Something hot and wet lands on your head, followed by Kiyoomi’s voice repeatedly saying your name.

Sorry, he wants to say ‘I’m sorry’, but the words were lodged in his throat. He wants to apologize, desperately apologize for hurting her. He wants to get on his knees.

Instead, he cries into her shoulder, relief continues to wash over him because he’s hugging you again, feeling you in his arms again and hearing your cries.

Pulling away, hands desperately clung to the other’s face – smoothing through the skin, memorizing the feel beneath their fingers, eyes drinking them in.

Finally, Kiyoomi does the one thing he’s been dying to do for years. He kisses you.

It’s everything he thought it would be – magical, spectacular, burning, and amazing, especially when you kiss him back. One hand holds his shoulder, the other snakes its way to his hair, gripping and grounding.

Uncaring of the snot and tears, he presses his lips against yours with much urgency, hoping to pour years’ worth of pining and affection he’s had for you. Pulling away for the second time, to breathe, he finger combs strands of hair away before cupping you by the back of your head, dark onyx eyes softening at the sight of you, enjoying the flush in your cheeks and the love in your eyes.

“I love you,”

Both of you said it at the same time, much to both your shock.

Eventually, both of you laughed, foreheads pressing.

It was a long time running and both of you were such fools.

When dawn broke out the next day, two figures were seen leaving the labyrinth hand-in-hand, as though they didn’t want to let go. The camp stirred awake, then the Miya brothers stumbled at the figures before they rushed – practically raced, over to meet their rescued sister. Soon, a brown-haired man rushed up to greet his cousin, a few more calls and more men rushed up to meet the two.

Behind them, the labyrinth magically disappeared without a trace.

However, it wasn’t important.

For what’s important was that the third prince of Itachiyama, the commander of the Royal Guard, finally got his heart back.

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Viktuuri Angst Bang 2019 - Masterlist

Here is the extensive list of the incredible and angsty works created for the Viktuuri Angst Bang. Thank you to all our beloved participants for seeing to the success of this event.

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The Affair by Clarinda. Art by DyeingDoll.

Danse Macabre by AurumAuri. Art by Bectara

By Chance One Turns by Louciferish. Art by Izzyisosaki.

Bound by you by KuraiOfAnagura. Art by R-Tengu.

Our Time, Gone Forever by AJ Wolf. Art (1,2) by Elianthos.

Body of Evidence by Revampired. Art by Eli Grey.

And all pieces fall right into place by cottonee. Art by mferret9.

Faceless by allollipoppins. Art by Heavy Henry.

embedded in my chest (and it hurts to hold) by Ace of Japan. Art by Baph.

Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by SchalaDresdan. Art by Bectara.

you're with me (not someone else) by Adrianna99. Art by Kathe.

Conventionally Yours by Songbirdsara.

I See the Light by black_tea_blue_pens. Art by Bectara.

The Cost of Winning by Daffy. Art by Diem.

Find me in me (Act 1) by LenaLawlipop. Art by Clarinda.

When We Collide by topcatnikki. Art by Clarinda.

Under the Midnight by Mazarin221b. Art (1, 2, 3) by Elianthos.

Genie In The Bottle by PaintingWithWords. Art by smolkristen.

All That We Hold of Heaven by Kazul9. Art by Purin.

Appalachian Harmony by Heavy Henry. Art by cupromantic.

over the oaks by owlishann. Art by Hecate Mist.

The Truth About Agape by Kastuuki. Art by Purin.

Red Cuffs of Fate by Gabzjones. Art by Cerisebio.

strange as angels by astudyinrose. Art by Bullsfish.

The Brightness of Gold and Silver by Katineto. Art by Ace of Japan.

Drag Your Soul to Shore by LinneaKou. Art by Baph.

Trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday by Briapia @briapia95. Art by DyeingDoll.

To Love And To Honour (Esp version) by Midnight_Luna. Art by Caramel.

When You Really, Really Miss Me by cleverlittleradiator. Art by Caramel.

Sing to me like steel by Ravensmores. Art by Impatvish.

Pleurosis by SnarkyBreeze. Art by rettlecake.

Whiskey Lullaby by Rae. Art by Andi.

*Summaries are trimmed to fit better; please visit fics on AO3 to view full details. **Chapter counts are as of January 16th.

The Affair by @clarinda0110 . Art by @dyeingdoll

E, 20k, Complete, Series. Canon AU - real world. Yuuri sits down to be interviewed for a retrospect of the career of Viktor Nikiforov. He has quite a story to tell.

Danse Macabre by @aurum-auri. Art by @bectara.

E, 110k, Complete. AU - serial killer. Warnings: Violence, Non-con. When Yuuri finds himself in the clutches of an infamous serial killer, everything he thought he knew suddenly is called into question.

By Chance One Turns by @louciferish. Art by izzyisozaki.

M, 90k, Complete, Series. Canon divergence - Kid fic. In 2011, Victor Nikiforov disappeared from the world of figure skating. Desperate to send money home, Yuuri looks for a job in the US. (...)The last thing he expects is for Victor to be the one who opens the door.

Bound by you by @kuraiofanagura. Art by @rtengu.

M, 4/5, WIP. AU - historical arranged marriage, omegaverse. Warnings: Violence. Victor was so much weaker than this omega. Because he was escorting his brother Yuri to marry the love of his life, Yuuri, the alpha prince of the land of the Red Sun.

Our Time, Gone Forever by @ajwolf84. Art (1,2) by @bowldeepfannish.

T, 5/6, WIP. AU - Archeology, time travel. It's the archeological find of the century and Viktor still can't quite believe he's a part of it.

Body of Evidence by @revampired. Art by @unicornsovermyrainbow.

E, 44k, Complete. AU - Jack the Ripper, omegaverse. Warnings: Violence. Lost and alone upon arrival in London, omega medical student Yuuri is rescued by and befriends a famous local prostitute, Victor Nikiforov.

And all pieces fall right into place by @v-katsuki. Art by @mferret9.

M, 4k, Complete. Canon divergence - after Barcelona. After the Grand Prix Final, Viktor and Yuuri go separate ways for the rest of the season. They try to make their long-distance relationship work while both prepare to win a gold medal.

Faceless by @allollipoppins. Art by @snarkonice.

T, 1/10, Hiatus. AU - Werewolf, soulmates, dystopia. Warnings: Violence. A beast roamed the streets of Hasetsu come nightfall and preyed on all whose face it looked upon. (...) A new disappearance gives Yuuri an opportunity to get to the heart of the problem, and face his own - not without consequences.

embedded in my chest (and it hurts to hold) by @theliteraryluggage. Art by @anonbaph.

M, 105k, Complete. AU - Artists are millennials, hanahaki disease. In which Yuuri falls in love, then falls apart, one petal at a time.

Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by @schaladresdan. Art by @bectara.

M, 7k, Complete, Series. AU - Androids, temporary character death. In this world, androids are commonplace. At 18, people of this world can choose whether they want to be ‘transferred’ to an ‘transfer androids’ or not when their human bodies die.

you're with me (not someone else) by @iwritebetterthanispeak. Art by @mandolinearts.

G, 2k, Complete. Canon divergence - Injury. Yuuri falls on the quad flip. He and Viktor end up kissing anyway

Conventionally Yours by @songbirdsarawrites.

T, 10/11, WIP. AU - Artists. Yuuri Katsuki is fascinated by charming young artist Victor Nikiforov when he encounters him behind an artist booth at a convention. Nearly two years later, with a table of his own, Yuuri gets the chance to meet his hero.

I See the Light by black_tea_blue_pens. Art by @bectara.

T, 15k, Complete. AU - The Little Mermaid AU. Warnings: MCD. Victor is the Crown Prince of the abyss merfolk. In order to escape from his work and obligations, he makes trips searching for something. He discovers the surface and a young boy who likes to dance at the beach.

The Cost of Winning by @narcissuspseudonarcissus. Art by Diem.

M, 1/10, WIP. AU - Fairy tale curses. Warnings: Violence. Everyone on the continent of Bayuria could see the storm clouds on the horizon as they watched the King of Leroy stripping his lands of resources, and his people of their dignity.

Find me in me (Act 1) by LenaLawlipop. Art by @clarinda0110.

M, 5/6, WIP. Canon divergence - suddendly supernatural elements, character study, isolation. I was at the banquet, wasn't I? At Sochi? My head hurts a little bit. I think I need to get up and figure out what's going on. It's... probably for the best.

When We Collide by @topcatnikki. Art by @clarinda0110 .

M, 24k, Complete. Canon compliant - post series, relationship problems. Days laid in bed with their fingers twined and their lips connecting had turned into hurried kisses to the cheek as Yuuri rushed out of the door. Hours of conversation late into the night had become muttered 'goodnights' and waking up to empty beds.

Under the Midnight by @mazarin221b . Art (1, 2, 3) by @bowldeepfannish.

E, 2/5, WIP. AU - Fortune teller, magical realism. Yuuri Katsuki is a ballet teacher by day and fortune teller by night. Thing is, he is actually a real fortune teller. Into his strange little life he's built for himself walks one drunk figure skater, getting his fortune told on a dare.

Genie In The Bottle by @paintingwithwords. Art by @smolkristen.

E, 5/14, WIP, series (3). AU - Epidemiology. [Zebras among the horses followup] Things are going well for Yuuri Katsuki. But danger looms on the horizon, as it always does for someone in his line of work. When people start getting sick, Yuuri must race to find out what has been set loose... and if there's any way of stopping it.

All That We Hold of Heaven by @kazul9. Art by Purin.

T, 20k, Complete. AU - Fallen angel. Falling—the act of it, the emotion of it—means a lot of different things to different people.For Yuuri, it means everything.

Appalachian Harmony by @snarkonice. Art by @cupromantic.

Not rated, 15k, Complete. AU - Apalachian trial. Warnings: MCD. Newly sober and almost forty, Viktor Nikiforov realizes that he has to make a change. Never a fan of half-measures, he quits his job in corporate law, rents his swanky Manhattan condo to his younger cousin and takes off to hike the Appalachian Trail.

over the oaks by @owlishann. Art by @hecate-mist.

T, 27k, Complete. AU - Spacetrip, time travel. Books have always called Yuuri, ever since he was a child. So when he gets the chance to answer the call, he does, even if it implies crossing the milky way in a tiny spaceship with Victor Nikiforov —the man Yuuri has been pining after since they met— by his side.

The Truth About Agape by @kastuuki. Art by Purin.

M, 2/7, WIP. AU - Superhero, temporary charactter dead. Looking at the picture in the newspaper, the superhero is carrying Victor in the most cliché way they could ever find themselves in: a bridal carry. It has become an iconic photo and the city just ran with it. Everyone loves a good love story, even if it’s not entirely true.

Red Cuffs of Fate by @gabzjones. Art by Cerisebio.

E, 38k, Complete. AU - Crime and police, soulmates. It was his first job as detective; hunting down the ever elusive Mercury, a thief who got his kicks from simply getting away with the crime. Yuuri had gotten close. Really close. And then he noticed the mark of the soulmate bond on his hand.

strange as angels by astudyinrose. Art by @bullsfish.

M, 1/?, WIP. AU - Just like Heaven AU, apparent MCD. Yuuri has a traumatic fall, and he's absent from the rest of the series. After Victor's fifth straight title at Worlds he feels strangely despondent, so he decides to leave St. Petersburg. The first night in his new apartment, he's haunted by the ghost of a beautiful Japanese man he's never met before.

The Brightness of Gold and Silver by @katineto. Art by @theliteraryluggage.

M, 7/16, WIP. AU - Royal, medieval monastery, omegaverse. After the death of his husband the king, Viktor—childless and powerless—finds himself relegated to a small convent far removed from the royal court and its political games. As he struggles to adapt to convent life, he begins to notice how desperately he desires one brother's compabullsny—even to the point of sin.

Drag Your Soul to Shore by LinneaKou. Art by @anonbaph.

M, 36k, Complete. Canon divergence - supernatural, curses. Just before Katsuki Yuuri advances to his first-ever Grand Prix Final, the skating world is sent reeling when a stranger destroys Viktor Nikiforov’s life in more ways than one, resulting in him being banned from competing and gaining the hatred of everyone he knows.

Trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday by @briapia95. Art by @dyeingdoll.

T, 1/?, WIP. AU - Kyoukai no Kanata AU. The youmu stops and Viktor, vision blurred and confused, notices something he never thought he would see again. A sword, slightly curved to the back, red, and clearly made of blood is emerging from the youmu’s front. He knows who that kind of power belongs to, but he can’t bring himself to believe.

To Love And To Honour (Esp version) by Midnight_Luna. Art by @caramel-draws.

T, 1/?, WIP. Canon compliant - Disney's Coco AU. Warnings: MCD. On the day of the Obon, Hikari Katsuki'll have to embark on a journey without precedent to the Land of the Dead, uncover the secrets that shattered her little family and find the real reason why her father never let her go near a skating rink.

When You Really, Really Miss Me by @cleverlittleradiator. Art by @caramel-draws.

M, 2/4, WIP. Canon compliant. Warnings: MCD. In which Yuuri dies, Viktor lives, and he's not the only one left to deal with the aftermath.

Sing to me like steel by @ravensmores. Art by @impatvish.

E, 2/2, Complete. AU - Hospital.

“I just know I’d hate myself even more if I didn’t tell you.” Victor’s voice is surprisingly hesitant as he wipes his face, hand still resting softly in Yuuri’s. “If- if I didn’t ask if there was still a chance.”

“You killed people Victor.”

Pleurosis by @kingfisherunion. Art by @rettlecake.

T, 1/?, WIP. AU - Hanahaki.

Viktor doesn't take Yuuri up on his offer at the Sochi banquet, but someone else does. Depersonalized, depressed, and doubting that he'll make it through another season of marketing himself to an uncaring public, Viktor finds himself ill at Worlds, and nothing he does seems to help. When Yakov takes on a new skater, Viktor's health takes a turn for the worse and he's suddenly faced with a dire choice.

Whiskey Lullaby by @justrae2010. Art by Andi.

E, 8k, Complete. Warnings: MCD.

The divorce papers had come through a month later. Yuuri didn’t come back.

Victor needed a drink.

#viktuuri angst bang #viktuuri angst bang 2019 #Yuri on Ice #YoI #YoI events

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tarithenurse · 5 years ago

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Stolen - 6

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson &/x fem!gifted!reader Content: Angst, threats, magic, feels, illness. A/N: Work was buuuuuusy today, so I can’t be arsed to proof read. You’re just going to have to deal with it, but I’m sure that’s okay, because you’re all amazing and understanding. A very special THANKS to those of you that re-blog. And comment. I see your names and it warms my heart and fuels my wish to write <3

(Image from google ‘cause I’m lazy and couldn’t find a proper GIF)

6. Holy Wood

… Loki …

Finally. Ever since the thundering defeat in New York (well, since he fell from the Bifrost), life has offered very little luxury to the man who still considers himself a prince and so being treated like royalty now they have arrived at Alfheim feels like a sweet relief from pain and misery. Leaned back, a glass of the famous, honeyed wine in his hand, Loki is finally able to relax for a moment.

Or...he could have if it wasn’t for the presence of a certain mortal whose nerves are higher strung than Captain Rogers.

He barely has any patient left to restrain himself after [Y/N]’s sixth round of the room.

“Sit down.” Although spoken calmly, she flinches at his request or perhaps the reason is how he pats the seat right next to himself on the couch.

Loki sees her hesitance, sees the warring in her mind. Still, she does as told and barely objects to the arm wrapping around her shoulders and dragging her down to rest against the pillows.

“I’m loathe to tell you this,” Loki whispers confidentially, “yet...although you have sold our little act to the guards you have still to convince me.”

Her breathing stills, smothered by a surge of panic. “I...it’s...I’m tryi-”

“Shhh.” Again, [Y/N] complies with his wish. “Don’t over-complicate this, it really is quite simple. Hmm? By saving one life, you save the lives of those you love. Is that not a noble cause?”

The perfect lips part, still, then close without an answer slipping past. Like a child, the woman is wringing the silk of the long sleeves between her fingers as if the words she so desperately needs will drip from there. Once more, she tries, giving up with a shuddering breath.

My patience is wearing thin. “Tell me.” Simple words with the strength of creeping frost.

“HowcanIknowitwon’tleadt’worse?!” Covering her mouth out of fear more will tumble out, [Y/N] stares at him with wide eyes.

Loki could force her hands away or threaten her to explain herself, instead her gently laces his fingers with hers to grant her the freedom of speech. He can feel her hands shaking, clammy sweat covering the soft palms, and he wishes for a moment that his magic could grant her strength. Am I becoming weak? Shoving the thought aside, the god pins her with a gaze.

“Explain yourself.”

Again, she hesitates, but this time not for long. “I want to save my friends and family...probably the priestess too...” [Y/E/C] eyes meet his for the first time in days. “But what if that in turn will get even more people killed? You’re not exactly known as the peaceful kind, and now you want these people to be in your debt? Why? To use their army or something? To-to try and take over Earth again?!”

Ah, of course. “Your pathetic world is of no interest to me..besides: Alfheim has no forces to speak of.” It’s obvious to Loki that she doesn’t believe him. “What they have is a special kind of magic and I need that.”

“Why?”

“To attain my birthright.” Brows wrinkle in endearing confusion and Loki finds himself reaching up to smooth it away with a thumb. “You know me as a Prince of Asgard, yet I am also the rightful king of Jotunheim...a world which has been laid barren years ago at the hands of a thoughtless youngling in anguish.”

“Hah! Let me guess: you want me to believe the Alfheim-...Alfia-...the magic of these people can, what, restore that place? Yeah, good one!” Met by his silence, [Y/N] grows quiet too. Her own words echo soundlessly on her lips as she reconsiders the possibilities in world unlike the reality she used to know. “But...if they can aren’t you, like, uhm...are there anyone else? Going to live there?”

“Perhaps I shall be the only inhabitant for a while, however there will always be people in search of a new home.” People who have been cast out, abandoned by those they thought the world of.

... Reader ...

The answer you have gotten is not at all what you had expected from someone as ruthless as Loki. Invasion, kidnapping, war. Those are the qualities associated with the black haired man. Lies too...but why use something as this as a cover for his real intentions? It would make him seem “nicer” in my eyes, for one. Biting your lip, the plethora of potential scenarios are dizzying and you know better than to trust him. But...a stolen glance proves little: brows furrowed over green eyes that seem fixed on a place far, far away.

“Who...” Stopping again, you reconsider how to get to the truth. “What would make anyone destroy an entire country?”

Loki’s attention snaps back to you with the force lightning, making the hairs stand on end. “Not just a country, mortal, a world. The realm of Jotunheim was the home planet of the Jötun.”

“Oh.” What else can you say?

For a second, the god seems far away, a shadow creeping over his features and a weight clinging to his shoulder, then he sighs but before he can say what’s on his mind, a handful of the mesmerizing people arrive to usher the two of you along.

Down another hallway, this one less lavishly decorated, and through a set of doors into an indoor forest. Slender trees with silvery bark stretch towards the high ceiling where a gazillion crystals hang. Gold details decorate every other branch, twinkling between the small, green leaves that make you think of spring time. As if it wasn’t breathtaking enough, the only stone on the floor is a weaving path while everything else is moss (oddly comforting in a familiarity you can’t pinpoint) and flowers of silver, white, and gold.

At the centre of this indoor glade is a mix between an altar and a bed. On it lies a figure, so skinny the cheeks are hollowed, every bone can be counted, and every vein stands clear like a mountain range. A rattling breath is the only reason you know for sure that this person is alive. The priestess. Your stomach rolls, threatening to spill the last meal, from the adamant certainty she is in pain.

Damn you, Loki. Of course he’s right: even with the (very likely) risk of betrayal, there’s no way you can let the poor girl suffer like this. Not when you know you can change it. His hushed encouragement is unnecessary as your hands already are coming to rest on the patient’s forehead and chest.

... Loki ...

Not a single person dares to move when [Y/N] first touches the priestess and even the Jotun finds it impossible to look away from the artful hands, feather-light as they are with the borderline caressing gesture. Soft skin. Dexterous fingers. The sight creates a longing Loki instinctively knows could change him if it ever was fulfilled, and so he is thankful for the distraction of the Älfir mumbles when the Midgardian woman begins to sing her magic.

It’s a soft tune, barely audible in the deadly quiet room where the priestess has been laid to either absorb the life infused in every aspect of the place...or die and return to the light from which the people of Alfheim believe they hail. After a while a few of the elder begin to hum, weaving the little magic they might possess into that of [Y/N]. The words...they are similar. Yet, where Loki understands the common tongues spoken in more than the Nine Realms, this language is unknown to him and apparently the majority of the Älfir. How can she...?

The spectators’ attention is eventually diverted by the visual changes in the Priestess’ countenance. With bated breaths, they watch the return of muscles and the filling of her previously sunken facial features – the improvement to small to see from minute to minute but unmistakable after ten-fifteen minutes have passed, allowing Loki to reacquaint himself with the sweet sensation of confidence that his plan will work.

A second feels like an hour. Entire eternities pass before the rattling quality of the Priestess’ breathing diminishes. By then, Loki has started keeping a sharp eye on the woman making it all possible as [Y/N]’s hands have begun to tremble and her posture is increasingly hunched over. She’s tiring herself out.

Stepping up to stand right behind her, he leans in to whisper in her ear, “I believe you have done enough.” The only response is a shake of the head, barely enough to stir a hair on her pretty head.

When the young patient’s eyelashes flutter and her skin possess the glow of her kin, [Y/N] is shaking and swaying so badly the Jotun gives in to the urge to steady her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he urges her to lean against her, let him support some of her weight, only to be surprised at the coolness of her body – to him, she usually feels scalding – still, clammy sweat clings to the mortal’s skin.

“Your task is complete. Stop now.” From where Loki stands, he can barely see the gentle pull of the mouth but he does notice how blown the pupils are even the few times [Y/N] manages to open her eyes completely. “I’m ordering you to stop.”

She doesn’t. Not until the Priestess breathes in deep and opens her eyes...then finally, the Midgardian stops singing and collapses in Loki’s arms.

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elisaphoenix13 · 5 years ago

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Everlasting Spirit (Ch.1)

"Mama!"

Stephen groans softly when Valerie continues to call for him from her crib. "Tony...the baby." Without opening his eyes, he reaches out toward Tony's side of the bed when his husband doesn't answer, and his hand meets cold sheets. "Tony?"

The sorcerer cracks his eyes open to look on the engineer's side of the bed and frowns when he finds it empty. He grabs his phone from the nightstand to check the time and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline when he finds that it was past ten in the morning. Stephen stretches out the kinks that had formed while sleeping and then asks Victor to open the blinds that Tony no doubt asked Friday to keep down until Stephen woke up on his own.

"Ma!" Valerie repeats.

Stephen sighs. "Yes cub. I heard you the first time."

He sits up groggily before slipping out of bed, motioning for Athena to stay when the wolf lifts her head curiously. He steps over to the crib and lifts Valerie from it, and lays her on the bed near Athena while he grabs some diaper supplies from the closet. The wolf noses the baby curiously and Valerie coos when Athena starts to lick her, and Stephen gently grabs her muzzle to push away with a click of his tongue.

"Stop that."

Stephen ignores the wolf's annoyed huff as he changes his daughter's diaper, and then he picks her up and holds her in one of his arms before he heads out of the bedroom. Athena follows dutifully once she hops down from the bed and the sorcerer puts his youngest daughter in her high chair so he can give her some cereal puffs to snack on while he makes breakfast for him and Tony. He naturally asked Victor if his husband even ate breakfast just in case by some miracle he had, but his AI confirms Stephen's go-to assumption. Tony only had coffee.

The doctor cooks bacon, eggs, sausage, and hash browns after feeding his wolf her breakfast, and looks over to the elevator when it opens and Sam walks onto the floor.

"Hey Mama Bear. Have any orange juice up here?" He asks.

Stephen points to the fridge with the spatula in his hand. "We should if Scott hasn't gotten to it. Late breakfast?"

"More like a second one. I worked up an appetite while I was working out with Steve and Bucky."

"You're more than welcome to join us. I always make extra." Stephen offers as Sam walks over to the fridge and grabs the carton of juice.

"Thanks. Beats the cereal I have."

Stephen fills a plate for Sam as he sits at the island, and just as he sets the plate in front of the darker male, the elevator opens again. Tony walks out with Tibbs on his shoulder, and makes a beeline for Valerie to kiss her all over her face and earning a quiet giggle from the baby. Stephen had to partially tune out his husband when he started speaking to their daughter fondly in Italian, but still found himself smiling regardless. Tony constantly spoke to their children in different languages so they could learn them (Peter and Harley being fluent in quite a few because of it), but also just to show affection. Italian was his primary language for that. For the kids and Stephen, although some things were kept behind closed doors when it came to the sorcerer since the three older kids were fluent.

"No topolina, those are for you." Tony kindly rejects Valerie's silent offer of her cereal puffs as the engineer sits in the chair closest to the highchair. "Get down furball."

Sam snorts when Tibbs hops down to the floor from Tony's shoulder. "Your older trolls at school?"

"You know, I think they're possessed because Friday didn't wake me up to make sure they got up and all that jazz." Tony starts. "I woke up by myself and she told me they got up, ate breakfast, and left for school."

Stephen gives Tony a look. "The boys took Diana to school?"

"They walked Cassie to school too. I called their schools to make sure and they all said the kids were accounted for." Tony confirms and Sam swallows his mouthful of food before responding.

"I agree with the boss. They're possessed."

Stephen chuckles as he turns off the stove and fills a couple more plates with food for him and Tony, and then carries them over to the table. While possession was a real thing, Friday eased Stephen's mind when she told them they the kids were acting like they normally did, but Harley wanted to give their parents some time to sleep in. It was one of the times he stepped into a mature role so Tony and Stephen could take a well deserved break, and the sorcerer was already trying to think of a way to thank their oldest son.

Peter did similar things to Harley when he wanted to help his parents relax, but cooking was not one of them. Stephen was almost positive the spiderling gave up on cooking after he burnt that casserole so long ago and had Dum-E bury him in fire extinguisher foam. Diana just played quietly until Cassie was awake and then went downstairs to play with her until Tony or Stephen called her back upstairs.

He didn't know how they got so lucky, but they were. They had amazing kids, and even though they all fought like typical siblings and got into some trouble (especially superhero trouble when it came to the boys), there were days they behaved long enough to let their overworked parents rest. Other times they saved each other's lives, like Harley had done for Peter when he was impaled by the Rhino. They fed and changed Valerie sometimes, built and played in pillow forts with Diana and watched endless amounts of Disney movies, and Harley sometimes helped Peter on his patrols.

Speaking of patrols.

"Tony." Stephen says softly to get his husband's attention.

"Yeah?" The engineer responds as he feeds Valerie some eggs.

"Can you take a look at my suit? Last time I was dimension hopping, one of my legs didn't get covered properly."

Tony looks over at the doctor and holds his hand out until Stephen removes his nanotech bracelet and hands it over. "Did it stop altogether or did the nanites try to cover your leg…?"

"They tried, but there were still holes."

"Some of them probably just need repairs. I'll give it a look once we're finished eating." Tony promises.

Stephen nods and watches his husband return his attention to their daughter once he pockets the bracelet, and they both find her patiently waiting for some more of Tony's scrambled eggs. They were pleased to find that she was not a very picky eater and generally enjoyed anything they offered her with the exception of green beans and lemons. They only knew about the lemons because Harley one day decided he wanted to see how his baby sister would react after chewing on a lemon wedge, and Valerie had the typical response. A puckered mouth followed by a look of betrayal that had her three older siblings (and even Cassie) howling with laughter. By some miracle, Valerie wasn't put off from orange slices because of it, but she would still eye them warily if her brothers were the ones feeding them to her.

Just like she watched Quill carefully whenever he fed her something green. She still hadn't forgiven him for feeding her green beans.

Sam finished his breakfast and thanked Stephen before heading back downstairs, and Tony thanked the sorcerer with a kiss after putting his plate in the dishwasher. The engineer went back down to the lab to take a look at Stephen's suit, and the doctor himself cleaned up the kitchen and his daughter before allowing Levi to take her. The cloak coddles and swings the baby while Stephen sits on the couch to read, and Athena joins her master on the couch and lays her head on one of his thighs. Stephen enjoyed the periodic coo from Valerie as he read his novel and gently pet his wolf's head, and when the giggles and coos die down into silence, Levi gently deposits her into the nearby playpen. It wasn't quite time for a nap, but she would play with her teddy bear until she either fell asleep or demanded her mother's attention.

Of course, today was a day for Stephen's attention. Valerie called quietly for him and the sorcerer had Levi pick her back up and bring her over to him, and he grabbed one of her books through a small gateway after he got her situated comfortably against him. Valerie had a full belly and a clean diaper, so now all she wanted was for Stephen to read her a book before she took a nap. It was an early afternoon ritual for her.

Stephen had to stop Athena from nosing the baby when Valerie fell asleep halfway through the book, but the wolf simply laid her head back on the sorcerer's thigh with another annoyed huff. The doctor ignored her as he carefully situated his daughter so that he can read again, and subconsciously listened to her soft breaths as she slept. It was one of the things that helped him relax...listening to his kids breathe. He mostly heard Valerie, especially since she slept in the master bedroom with him and Tony, but every once in a while he would catch one of the three older kids napping.

Whenever he had a nightmare concerning the kids, he went into their rooms to check on them and listen as a quick way to ease his conscious so he could go back to sleep. Then there were those rare mornings Stephen and Tony woke up to all four kids in their bed, and one time he woke up to find Valerie's foot in her father's face. Diana was comfortably snug next to Stephen, Peter had draped himself across both parents with his head on Stephen's hip (the sorcerer had been sleeping on his side that morning), and Harley laid across the end of the bed with Athena.

Tony and Stephen had never been so thankful for a king sized bed, especially when another one of those mornings found Cassie in their bed too. That only happened when Scott was out of town and Quill was off earth, and she usually saved Tony from a kick to the face by laying next to him and putting Valerie in between her and Diana.

Friday took a picture each time the kids were found on their bed.

"Doctor, Diana will be getting out of school soon." Victor suddenly says and Stephen gently nudges Athena so the wolf could get up. Once she jumps off the couch, the sorcerer carefully puts Valerie in her playpen.

"Is Tony still in the lab?"

"Yes. Should I ask him to come up or pick up your daughter?"

"No, I'll go pick her up. Who's currently in the tower?" Stephen asks his AI. "Actually, is Wanda here?"

"Yes."

"Ask her if she's willing to watch the baby for a few minutes, and if she is, have her come up."

There really was no if. There were only two reasons members of the team wouldn't watch Valerie, and one was if they were just about to leave, or if they were sick and contagious. Natasha had been sick a few weeks ago and had been grumpy the entire time because she loved spending time with the baby of the family. Especially when Quill wasn't hogging her. Of course, the god rubbed it in her face every chance he could, and when Nat was feeling better, she got sweet revenge.

All Stephen knew was that it had to do with sending Scott away to a fake meeting. Just after Quill returned from two weeks out in space. They had a very irritable god on their hands until Scott came home.

"You called?" Wanda says, interrupting Stephen's thoughts as she walks over to join him at the playpen.

"Yes. I just need you to watch her for a few minutes while I go pick up Diana. She's at the end of her nap so she might wake up while I'm gone."

"No problem."

Stephen thanks her and disappears through a portal, leaving Wanda with his daughter and an irritated wolf. He would be back in five minutes, the wolf could deal with not being able to come with him.

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"Tony."

The engineer looks up from Stephen's nanotech bracelet and finds Wanda standing by the door with Valerie on her hip and looking concerned.

"What's up Red?"

Wanda opens her mouth to respond, but Friday interrupts her. "Boss, you have a call from the elementary school. They're asking if anyone will be by to pick up Diana."

"Tony…" Wanda starts. "Stephen left to pick her up half an hour ago."

The engineer drops his tools and straightens. "Friday, where's Mom? Track his phone."

A few moments pass. "I can't find him Boss."

Tony stares at the nanotech on his workbench and tries to keep himself from hyperventilating. Stephen never made it to Diana's school? How? The sorcerer always portaled to the closest alleyway or empty street whenever he went to pick up their daughter and it was only a block away. Had someone been watching Stephen's movements and grabbed him?

"Oh my god!" Wanda uses her free hand to magically move a chair under Tony when he collapses. "Tony, breathe!" She commands when she rushes over to him.

He did. After he laid his forehead on Wanda's other hip and grabbed the back of her shirt to ground himself. It took him a few moments to gather himself so he could think again, but he didn't move away from or let go of the witch. He was afraid he would freak out again if he did.

"Friday, is Quill home?" Tony wheezes out.

"No Boss. He's currently in the middle of a shift at the station."

"Call him. Ask him to cut it short."

Friday did so after telling the elementary school that someone would be by to pick Diana up shortly, and the AI told Tony that Quill was on his way to the school. The engineer would only feel better once Diana got home, and while he knew there were others currently in the tower that were capable of picking up his daughter, Tony wanted to put a god between her and Stephen's supposed captors. That was the only explanation for the sorcerer's disappearance. He even had Friday send a message to Karen and Sara that the boys were to go home immediately after school, and then finally took a little more time to calm himself. Wanda said nothing as Tony continued to cling to her, she just threaded her fingers through his hair periodically when she wasn't amusing Valerie with her powers.

Her hands didn't shake though.

#ironstrange #tony stark #mama bear stephen strange #stephen strange #mama bear au #sam wilson #wanda maximoff #valerie stark strange (oc)#supremefamily

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leorossi · 5 years ago

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❝ If you can’t explain it simply, you don’t understand it well enough. ❞

⋆ ° ♔ — (Finn Jones, bisexual, male) look who’s been captured and brought to Tulach Island; it’s Leo Rossi, a 29 year old spare prince of Italy. He has been described as ambitious & compassionate, but also possessive & cynical. While on the island, he works as a Custodian at the Canteen.

■ HISTORY. ■

A lot can be said about the Rossi family, but overall they are most loved and respected by their people. To say that the second son of Domenico and Roselle Rossi was proud to be a Rossi is a massive understatement. Leo was only a year younger than his older brother, Luka, and a year older than his sister, Laela. Though the siblings were close in more than just because they were close in age, but because they were raised in one of the most loving families. While Leo would do absolutely anything for his sisters, Luka was the sibling that the spare prince was closer to. The boys acted more like best friends than siblings. There wasn’t anything they kept from one another. Sure, they might have kept a few things from the world but to each other, they are more of an open book to one another. He’s learned a lot from his parents but most of what he knows comes from his older brother, by him teaching him or just Leo simply watching him. Having a silver tongue being one of them, no, he doesn’t necessarily have the silver tongue as Luka but he does have his way with words, his flattering charm. After all, you couldn’t be a Rossi without that certain charm.

As a spare royal, you were still expected to know and do things as the crowned royals just in case. However, Leo never worried that Luka would ever one, give up his title or two, fail at his duties as the future king of Italy. So, while he still paid attention to the duties and responsibilities he didn’t fail in picking up his hobbies and path. Martial arts being one of them, it didn’t take too much or long for him to realize the passion he has to use his own hands and head. Plus he was good at it. Becoming amazing and deadly with his hands as he is with any weapon in them. Oftentimes he and Luka would have battles, friendly fights to not only better their abilities but also friendly competitions to see who was better. Normally Luka would always win, but Leo has sworn that one day he will beat his perfect older brother. The day of Luka’s kidnap was the day that a piece of him went missing as well. The two were, again, close and even though his parents and sisters took it just as hard - Leo took it a little harder. Now the country looked to him to lead Italy one day. It was a pressure he didn’t realize could make or break him. How the hell did Luka do it all so perfectly? Though the Rossis’ perfect life was soon about to end. When they were all sound asleep in their beds, the Japanese prince snuck into the royal house and into the king and queen’s chambers. Shooting both Domenico and Roselle in the head. The prince was captured by the Italian guards but before Leo could announce judgment on the prince, he had already committed suicide. However, the misfortunes didn’t end just there - as he laid his parents to rest, news of Laela getting captured soon fell into his ears. Concentrated on trying to see if there was a fresh trail to pick up to find his dear sister, Leo’s uncle soon stole the throne from him - overthrowing him. Bad news…bad luck was hitting the prince from every direction. Still, right now his main concern was ensuring Maddalena and her safety. All royals were under attack with the multiple kidnappings but it seemed as if the Rossis were more under the spotlight then the other royal families. Months…maybe a year later, Leo never gave up his search to find his siblings, to find the man responsible for his parents’ death…and his siblings’ capture. Most importantly never stopped plotting that perfect plan to overthrow his uncle. To imprison him until his brother came home and do what he willed for the betrayal - but fate had a completely different plan for him. Still making his appearances, Leo was making his way towards a fundraiser event when a horrific car accident happened. He was in the backseat of a 2020 Lexus RX when a semi ran a red light, hitting the opposite side of the car Leo was in at the right time to flip them and pin them into a brick wall. The accident was staged, and even though there were guards with him, they were shot in the head. Something the prince had witnessed when he eventually came to, his vision was blurry and there was an irritating buzz in his ear but he also couldn’t mistake someone getting shot in the head. Realizing he was under attack, he quickly unbuckled his belt or tried to until he ripped it from its hinges and crawled out of the smashed in the car. Scrambling to his feet, he was trying to run away but someone had a hold of his shirt and yanked him back. Instinct kicked in and he fought off as many as he could but the last thing he remembered was a wet cloth being pressed against his nose and everything went black. Eventually coming to, the realization of who was behind the attack was never so clear. Pirates, filthy fucking pirates. Leo didn’t know where the ship was taking him but he was hoping it was taking him to his siblings, damn it’s been too long since he’s seen them.

■ RELATIONSHIPS ■

✧ Luka Rossi: The boys grew up as brothers but their bond connected them like best friends. They tell each other everything and there is no secrets kept between the two older Rossis. ✧ Laela Rossi: Leo’s first younger sister, even though he and Luka are closer - there is still nothing he wouldn’t do for either of his sisters. He loves them both dearly and will protect them with everything in him. ✧ Maddalena Rossi: The youngest in the family and Leo’s second sister. Even though he and Luka are closer - there is still nothing he wouldn’t do for either of his sisters. He loves them both dearly and will protect them with everything in him.

✧ Raiden Sherwood: When Leo was 19-years-old, he attended Oxford in England - majoring in psychology. Despite what most would believe about Leo, he was still a virgin when he attended college. Least till he met a bright blue-eyed blonde English man by the name of Raiden Sherwood. The prince’s attraction in men was always apparent but he never really acted on it till the night he met him. The night he slept with him, the first person he’s ever slept with...the first man he’s ever kissed and been intimate with eventually became his first real relationship. Falling fast in love that all changed when Leo graduated from college and had to report back to Italy. They tried to keep in touch but it was never good enough. The pair split and he’s never heard from his English lover again after that and he couldn’t help to this day to wonder how Raiden is and if he has someone new in his life. ✧ Nikita Orlov: The crowned Russian Princess was Leo’s close friend and second love. However all good things must come to an end. The pair broke up and grew apart as their duties got more heavier, and Nikita’s true betrothal was announced. Even though he will always love her. He can only see them now as just close friends, someone he will do absolutely anything for. ✧ Teddy Cellario: Grace was Luka’s betrothal, however, as Leo and his older brother is close, he got to spend time with both Grace and Teddy and even though they weren’t married, Leo saw them as part of his family already. Thus, when Luka was kidnapped and the contract between the Rossi’s and the Cellario’s he was saddened. Still it never stopped the second son of Domenico Rossi from seeing both Grace and Teddy as part of his family.

■ CONNECTIONS & WANTED CONNECTIONS ■

✧ Siblings >> Luka & Laela Rossi ✧ First Love >> Raiden Sherwood ✧ Best/Close Friend [Ride & Die] >> O P E N ✧ Friend(s) >> Lili Orlov, Fiona Dughlas, Arielle Aremberg, Teddy Cellario & More ✧ Frenemy >> O P E N ✧ Fling >> O P E N ✧ True Enemy >> O P E N ✧ Claimer/Watcher >> O P E N (pirates only) ✧ Ex(s) >> Raiden Sherwood & Nikita Orlov ✧ First Kiss + Intimate partner >> Raiden Sherwood ✧ Betrothal >> Temporarily Closed -- NPC & More to Come.

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lunawings · 6 years ago

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King of Prism SSS Episode 10 (LOUIS)

So I think one of the main reasons a lot of people were confused by this episode (well other than misleading subtitles......) was because a lot of us had our own long-time theories/assumptions about what Louis is or what a Rinne is, and this episode turned out a bit different from what we were all expecting. (I got a lot of messages that were like “But I always thought that...”) I think you have to let your past assumptions go in order to take this episode in. A few of my long-time assumptions were proved wrong by this episode as well.

Although, given this post does still include statements that are my own interpretations, if you think I’m wrong about something please feel free to speak up. (But also please include evidence from Rainbow Live if applicable, etc.) I’m afraid I may have to go back and edit this post several times, especially after whenever the director starts releasing interviews about all this.

There is a tl;dr at the end, but I really hope most of you guys read all of this. I know it’s long, but the Crunchyroll subs for this episode are just....... so bad...... by far the worst....

I wasn’t really able to keep track of the the scores when I was watching this in theaters, so I actually didn’t realize what a big deal Joji’s score was until this scene at this moment. It’s why I tried to start a dialogue about it earlier.

Kinda funny how Kokoro, Mondo, Mitsuba, and Tsurugi’s scores are almost exactly the same. It makes them feel all the more like manufactured prism stars.... (not really their fault, it’s how Schwarz Rose does things....)

I’m going to skip over talking about the scene with Jin and Sanada because I think it’s best saved to discuss in a future episode. Don’t worry, we’ll deal with Jin later.

HE’S SO HAPPY AND CONFIDENT AND EVERYONE BELIEVES IN HIM........................................................................................

The translator doesn’t really understand prism sparkle, causing a lot of confusing dialogue in the subs, but I suppose that’s kind of to be expected for anyone that didn’t watch Rainbow Live.

I’m pretty sure the intended meaning here was: If they can’t fix Rinne then the prism sparkle will disappear, which would mean the end of the prism world, and the prism gods, etc.

Um no, I think they said F-type here. Rinne keeps falling in love with male stars because she’s “F-type”.

My understanding of the scene is: the Rinnes keep falling in love, which is keeping them from spreading the prism sparkle and leading to destruction of the prism world. But the gods hesitate to make an M-type prism messenger since there is a “dark history” with that. So they just change the basics (like appearance) of Rinne to be male, while keeping the rest of the coding the same, and.....

....Also restore the memory to hopefully “avoid problems”.

(The subs say “back up” here which isn’t so off, but a bit misleading. I believe the Japanese is 復原 or 復元 = restore and they do say lit: “memory”, not data. I guess the translator was thinking in computery terms.)

So this explains why Louis is male and has memories of the past, even though they say Rinnes lose their memory in Rainbow Live.

He’s a Rinne, just a different version.

And because he has those memories, he immediately begins looking for....

Turned? What do the subs mean by “turned”?

The word used here was 復活 = to be revived/resurrected.

I guess the translator thought Shine went to the dark side or something, but he went to the dark side long ago. (Either that or this was supposed to be “returned” and that was a typo.)

This scene is taking place in the Pride the Hero-ish era and the prism gods are asking Louis WTF he’s doing awakening Shine (by giving Shin the pendant and whatnot).

So. I read a while back in a director interview in the “Ready Sparking” fanbook that Louis’ mission was “to kill Shin”.

Which didn’t make any sense to me. Rinne in the flashback in Pride the Hero says she’ll find Shine again, so why would she find him just to kill him again? Why would Louis go to all the trouble of giving Shin the pendant and awakening his powers JUST TO KILL HIM?

But now in this scene it makes sense. Louis’ mission was not to kill Shin(e) to begin with. He was intended to be just a regular prism messenger trying to spread the prism sparkle UNTIL THIS SCENE when his mission changed, because he decided to divert from his mission and awaken Shine without permission.

So the spoiler I read was technically true, but not in the way it seemed. He did not specifically come like an angel of death to kill Shin(e). (A huge load off my mind.) But in between the ending of the first movie and Crazy Gonna Crazy, things changed.

Once again, misunderstanding of prism sparkle. The way they subbed this, it sounds like he was told not to expand the brilliance of Shine because what “its” refers to is not clear............ It should have been more like: “Your mission now is the elimination of Shine. There is no need to worry about spreading the prism radiance anymore.”

None of this is readable in the theater ahah... Every time I saw Part 4, I always thought I’d be able to read a bit more of it and I never did.

But yeah, I’m not sure if we knew before that Hijiri’s mother was deceased....? (Did we?)

Edit: Lol nevermind we did.

I heard some people saying that Shin(e) was a Rinne, so I just want to take a second to clarify this.

Shine is not a Rinne. Shine is a Shine: A now defunct male prism messenger program. He’s a separate program from Rinne, and they were meant to exist together. (Unlike Rinne and June, who were both Rinnes and thus caused an error by existing at the same time in the same world in Rainbow Live.)

Woah. I’m not sure, but I think they cleared up his face here to make it more obvious how much he looks like Shin...... I think I remember it being too dark to see his eyes well in the theatrical version...? ??

But anyway, the rule for prism messengers not being allowed to perform before an audience (and also the reason why) is something that was previously established in Rainbow Live.

So I think the subs were absolutely fine for this part. My understanding of it was that after erasing Shine, Rinne gets stuck in a loop where she keeps self destructing because she’s trying to find Shine.

This makes the prism gods decide to delete her memory. They also task her with guiding male stars as well, since Shine cannot fill that role anymore. This is why the Rinnes in the Rainbow Live era have their memory deleted, and what also unintentionally laid the groundwork for June to fall in love with Hijiri I believe.

And because the Rinnes kept falling in love like June is why they re-wrote the program to be Louis to try and prevent this and also gave him the memories of the past Rinnes so he will supposedly know what not to do. (But the unintended effect of this is that the memories of the past Rinnes also gave him the memory of Shine, causing Louis to search for Shine again.)

Which is why I’m confused as to why the very next scene is Louis staring at the pendant looking confused like he doesn’t recognize it or something? Because I thought from the earlier scene where Louis was created, he immediately set off looking for Shine after the Rinne -> Louis update? Am I just misreading his expression here or did I miss something? I don’t know.

Edit: OMFG IM AN IDIOT. THE SCARF. This scene isn’t taking place right after Louis was created. It’s taking place right after Crazy Gonna Crazy. He’s looking at the pendant which fell from Shin after their show. It’s meant to transition into the events which happen after Louis re-seals Shine I guess. They could have made this a bit more clear.

If you thought why the F is Kokoro here well WHY YES. YES THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE OTOHA

but putting that aside

I believe this scene was supposed to establish that Louis knows the Rainbow Live girls. He has the past memory of Rainbow Live era Rinne, but he can’t really do anything about it........... (It’s not like he can just go talk to them as Louis.....)

But his expression is so unreadable it’s hard to tell.

He gives Shin back his powers to jump geez Crunchyroll.

(But for anyone wondering how mix-ups like this can even occur in the first place, a lot of sentences in Japanese don’t have subjects in them. Therefore, if you don’t know.... the context.............................)

Maybe the translator chose this wording in the context of prism messengers being forbidden to be seen on stage. But as much as I appreciate that, it’s wrong. In this scene Louis is saying that he physically cannot perform. (He’s a fallen prism messenger now, so the rules don’t matter.)

Okay, I’ll take a moment to explain this just in case, since it is not explained outright:

When Louis broke his connection with the prism world and lost his rainbow feathers in Pride the Hero, he made the same decision June did when she ripped off her wings in Rainbow Live. He chose Shin(e) over his mission. He disobeyed orders and cut himself off from the prism gods in order to do things in his own way.

But whenever a prism messenger makes this decision, their rainbow feathers are replaced by the night dream feathers. The night dream feathers take life away.

(Screencap from Rainbow Live episode 43.)

In other words, ever since Louis pulled out his earring in Pride the Hero he has slowly began to die.....

Although this is never stated clearly within the main King of Prism series, there are several ways you could have picked up on it before this episode.

First of all, like I said before we have already been through this with June in Rainbow Live.

Second, across the Road to SSS events on Prism Rush we have steadily seen Louis getting weaker and weaker. At first he was just tired and fell asleep after the Schwarz Rose opening ceremony in Road to SSS 1, but then his deteriorating condition was made crystal clear in his Queen of Glass PR story from Road to SSS 4, in which Louis plans a date with Shin only to collapse and unwittingly stand him up.

And then eventually by the time we get to Road to SSS 9, Louis cannot even gather the energy to perform at all unless it’s with Shin. And we got this whole scene with a weakened Louis begging Shin to perform with him.

But even after their performance is a success and they win the Tokyo Kizuna Beat Climax, by the time we get to Road to SSS 10 Louis is so weak they miss the finals.

Finally, Louis being a fallen prism messenger is directly confirmed in literally the opening scene of King of Prism SSS.

So if you saw this scene and your reaction was something more like “Oh look it’s Louis... are his wings different?” and not “LOUIS IS DYING” then well.... That’s exactly why I’m always telling you guys to watch Rainbow Live.......................

Although, there was a bit of confusion over these feathers even for people who watched Rainbow Live so don’t feel too bad if that’s you. Some people thought Shin had the night dream feathers in Pride the Hero, or that Rinne had them in the end of Rainbow Live.

But no. The regular star-type feathers are dark blue too. (Generic, lower level feathers than the rainbow ones.(?))

There are only two characters to have the night dream feathers. And they are: June in Rainbow Live and Louis in SSS. Both fallen prism messengers.

And buried in the midst of all this Louis drama and deep lore is my probably favorite Joji line of all time. Seriously the Joji in this scene is best Joji and I cannot not laugh no matter how much I’m suffering.

Okay so. Here is what I do not understand about this episode and would be thrilled if someone could explain it to me. If Yamada-san knew Wataru Hibiki, then Shine could not have been sealed that long ago. I actually searched my fanbooks/magazine collection until I found one which listed Yamada-san’s age as 24. So he’s probably 25 now. So this scene could not have taken place more than 20 years ago (and even that is generous).

So what the heck was all that 1,000 years thing about? Is that just the amount of time Rinne and Shine knew each other? Or does time just not flow in a straight line for prism messengers when they are skipping in and out of different worlds?

WOAH

WOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SHIN’S PHONE BACKGROUND IS DIFFERENT

Okay you’re just going to have to believe me on this, BUT I SWEAR Shin’s phone background in the theatrical version is a photo of his hand holding the pendant. Which seems like a weird choice for a background right? But I had a theory on it that I was gonna discuss here. And that theory is that Shin wanted some kind of a background that reminded him of Louis, and that was all he had. (He couldn’t straight up use a picture of Louis because he didn’t want the other boys to question it.)

But TV version Shin, HE JUST WENT FOR IT. NO SHAME. DAMN BOY.

I can’t help but wonder why Shin still feels like he has to hide his relationship with Louis here, considering if Road to SSS is canon like it seems to be then they all saw Shin and Louis perform together at the Kizuna Beat Climax a few months ago.

But I guess in between the Prism King Cup and the start of the Prism One tensions rose with Schwarz Rose again, so maybe he’s worried about that?

Or maybe there is a possibility that maybe he would talk about it if it was anyone but Leo asking. What with how Leo is.

(I know the real reason is probably just because for plot convenience/the casual viewer hasn’t read Road To SSS but shhhhhhhhhhhh.)

I’m sorry but, man I do not like this outfit. And not because it’s basically girls clothing. If Naru wore it I would hate it too. It’s just kinda ugly IMHO. (It’s not an existing Pretty Rhythm coord is it?)

Original brand glasses Shin is cute as heck though.

I like how he just keeps his same damn clothes he’s been wearing the entire time in SSS and just glasses + hat = done. Pfft.

Shin and Louis saw a PriPara movie together.

(Prism Tours is the name of the first PriPara movie, which included different courses of Pretty Rhythm shows/flashbacks shown on different weeks in theaters back in 2015. The “flavor” Over the Rainbow animation seen in the first King of Prism movie was actually reused from Prism Tours, and increased attendance to the prism boys course of that movie including that scene was one of the main reasons King of Prism was greenlit in the first place. So I wonder if this is actually a reference to that.)

This crazy umbrella street is apparently based on a real place in Nagasaki (nowhere near Tokyo).

I just happened to catch a Tweet about it right after Part 4 came out.

So..... I actually wasn’t as excited for Shin and Louis’ date as you would think I’d be. I spent a while thinking about it and I came up with a couple reasons. First of all, even though this is the first date they have had in the main series, in the side materials.... they date all the time. Like seriously! In my mind they have already been dating for years so this was like just another date.

Second.... honestly...... I don’t really ship Shin and Louis all that much anymore. Or at least not in the way I used to. My feelings about them peaked somewhere in the Pride the Hero era, and have been quietly declining since. And this scene basically sealed it. Their relationship just isn’t what I thought it was. I know in this episode Louis realizes he loves Shin and not Shine, but he took such a long time to reach that conclusion and I’m just so uncomfortable about their relationship being originally based on Rinne’s relationship with Shine. Which was not a healthy relationship.

Also! It wasn’t 1,000 years since they have seen each other dammit! It was like 20! AT MOST! Right????? Yeah that’s a long time for mortals, but not for a being like Louis that lives for thousands of years.

Anyway before you send me hate, just know that I’m definitely not saying Shin and Louis shouldn’t be together and I’m certainly not saying that you should agree with me. Both of them deserve happiness, especially Louis. I’m just saying I personally am not as passionate about them the way I used to be.

But even so....

That didn’t stop me from going to find the location of this scene when I was in Tokyo last week!

So did Shin pass the smell test or not? Because Louis.... I guess technically........... (nevermind..... not gonna open up that can of worms right now...........)

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SHOW MAKES ME SO SAD

(Especially thinking about what happens next.)

Louis is not at his peak performance condition here. He’s not performing a serious competitive show. Heck, he’s just wearing casual clothing.

He’s finally realized he loves Shin and not Shine................ All he wants to do is just relive his date with Shin................ THATS ALL.....................

WTF THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR THIS ONE

THIS IS THE MOST BLATANT MISTRANSLATION YET

He says 君は僕を殺すことができない = You cannot kill me

Shine tells Rinne (Louis) that she cannot kill him because that would erase Shin’s memories too. He knows Louis cannot stand to lose Shin.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HE JUST WANTED TO RECREATE HIS DATE WITH SHIN

HE JUST WANTED TO DO A FUN LITTLE SHOW ABOUT HOW HE LOVES SHIN

THAT’S ALL

WHY

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

It took me a long time to appreciate it considering WHAT JUST HAPPENED but this YABEEEEEEEE from Sanada is pretty hilarious.

This is unfortunately (?) another moment ruined by the new ending music.

In the theatrical version, this moment is dead silent and it makes it all the more apparent the.... change which has just taken place. It is terrifying.

But regardless. Now you can probably guess why episode 11 is so painful for me and any fans of Shin..................................

*deep breath*

Okay so. Let’s review.

Here is my tl;dr of the timeline, from my understanding:

The Rinne/Shine program is created with Rinne for female stars and Shine for male -> Shine breaks the rules and so Rinne has to erase him -> But Rinne doesn’t erase him completely and promises to find him again -> The Rinne program gets stuck in a loop where she keeps freezing/self destructing because she's trying to find Shine -> The gods decide to start erasing the memory of the Rinnes -> Rinne keeps falling in love with male stars since she's in charge of male stars now too -> The events of Rainbow Live happen -> The gods decide to alter the Rinne program to make the body male and restore the memory of the past Rinnes to fix this, creating Louis -> Since Louis has the memory of the past Rinnes he goes to find Shine again -> The events of King of Prism : Louis begins the process of resurrecting Shine in Shin -> The gods find out and order him to delete Shine again -> Louis still cannot finish the job and cuts himself off from the prism gods, becoming like June -> Louis realizes he loves Shin not Shine but.... -> Louis’ weakened state allows Shine to fully resurrect, and.....

So. There is more to this. But if you would like to come to your own conclusions about what just happened in that final scene and go into the next episode blind, this post is over. Thanks for joining me this far!!

But if you would like me to explain some more things using spoilers not revealed until the next episode, keep scrolling.

Obviously you don’t have to!

It’s up to you!

I just kinda feel like I owe it to you guys.

(Since I was lucky enough to get my major questions answered right away and not have to wait a week like you guys do.)

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Episode 11 spoilers start here

So I first saw Part 4 on like, 3 hours sleep. So as you can imagine I was having a really hard time taking all this in. And when that last scene happened I was basically plunged into the darkest depths of absolute horror. To think all this time I had been worried about Louis hurting Shin. The opposite had never ever crossed my mind.

In my first viewing what I thought happened was that Shin had just regained his memories and killed Louis. And for 30 seconds or so, I seriously considered walking out of the theater. Not that I didn’t plan to ever finish watching it, but I just felt I was not ready and needed time to cry and take this all in before continuing to the next episode at the next showing. I was so close and literally the only reason I didn’t leave was because I just didn’t want other people to see me walking out. So I stuck with it and forced myself through the next two episodes.

And I’m glad I did. Because that’s not what happened.

The next episode makes it very clear that Shin and Shine are two different people. Shin did not get any memories back in the final scene. Shin is Shin, and Shine is Shine.

From what I can gather, Shin was born with Shine sealed inside him. He’s like the host. (Whether this technically makes him a reincarnation or not, I’m not sure.) Shin has never had any contact with Shine, but Shine has always been watching life through Shin’s eyes.

The Shin we see walking off at the end of episode 10 is Shine controlling Shin’s body. From the moment he says “Rinne.....” Shine is in control, and Shin as we know him is unconscious. Shin has no memory of the things he does while Shine is controlling him.

Also, the act of Shine destroying Rinne’s feathers did not kill Louis back there. But as you can imagine, he’s in bad, BAD shape right now.....

#king of prism #king of prism sss #king of prism shiny seven stars #kinpri #shiny seven stars #louis kisaragi #shin ichijo

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mz-hide · 6 years ago

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Trick of Might - Chapter 4

Aka: a Dragon Ball Z slash fic.

Chapter 4

Vegeta arrives on the planet and things might just turn for the worst... or the best.

Summary: An ancient enemy makes a sudden comeback into Goku’s life. Long-suppressed memories surface again and it’s no longer possible for the young saiyan to ignore them. Warnings: Dubious Consent, (because of drug use) Ships & Pairings: Bulma/Vegeta, Goku/Vegeta, Goku/Turles, Goku/Turles/Vegeta, Turles/Vegeta, Raditz/Turles, Nappa/Turles, Nappa/Raditz/Turles Contains: Threesome - M/M/M, Group Sex, Polyamory, Aphrodisiacs, Secret Crush, Confessions, Enemies to Lovers, Love Triangles, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Biting, Scratching, Boners All Around, Feral Behavior, (just a tiny bit), Resolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Content

You can find the rest on my AO3 page (username: originalmonkeyhydes)

How long he’d been pacing around in his spaceship, Vegeta couldn’t have been able to tell. It was the only way he had to unburden himself of the nervous tension that swelled inside him, even if it made the wait unbearable. He stopped, gritting his teeth. Focusing on his frustration wasn’t helping him. He walked up to the closest window, staring off into space. It wasn’t the eventuality of facing Turles that upset him. If the renegade was still alive, then it was fairly safe to assume he had no fruits with him on that dwarf of a planet. Truth be told, Turles wouldn’t have been a threat even if he’d filled up on them. Still, even that would have been a better scenario than the one he was expecting to find upon his arrival. He dreaded to land and discover his worst expectations had come to life. Kakarot, I’m not sure what that traitor did to you to keep up away for so long but you better not have let him have his way. And he better not have hurt you in any way. If there’s anyone in the entire universe that will make you meet your end, that is going to be me. It was a matter of pride. He couldn’t stand the idea that the warrior that had met his unrivaled power with equal strength could be defeated by someone so unworthy. Or by anyone that wasn’t himself. It was hard to admit it, even to himself. Kakarot had fascinated him form the first instant he’d laid his eyes on him. He’d challenged him, he’d intrigued him to the point of not caring about loosing the rest of his race. Meeting him had almost costed both their lives and an entire planet. Yet, the youth had still wanted to spare him, even after the fight had ceased to be his to determine. Such a disgraceful epilogue to a worthy fight. The shame would have followed him to the grave. But Kakarot had gone beyond that. He’d defeated Freezer, Vegeta’s jailor, his tyrant, his worst nemesis. He’d saved him, he’d avenged him, he’d welcomed him on his planet, he’d pushed him to surpass his own limits and grow stronger, better. Even in shame, there was no greater blessing than that. He felt a deep resentment towards the young warrior. Yet, deep within his heart, he knew he could never have asked for a better rival, one that Vegeta was not willing to yield nor loose to anyone else. Kakarot was his. And Vegeta was done surrounding what was his by fate and by right. It was a mistake he wouldn't have allowed himself to make again.

The Prince was still very young when his planet and his people had been lost forever. Raditz had been quite young too, though he was still older than Vegeta when he was finally reunited with the last two survivors of his race, after completing his last mission. He’d sought for them of his own initiative. Napa and Vegeta hadn’t bothered looking for their fellow saiyan after finding out about him. All that was left of their planet was a third-class brat, not worth their time. Yet, with there whole race wiped out of exsistance, even someone like RadIsh had been better than nothing. That thought alone was the sadder part of their ruin. The young prince had never been one for company, not even as a child. After the destruction of his planet, knowing the only two survivors except himself were a mediocre general and a low-rank brat did nothing but increase his wish for solitude. The years passed and the indifference towards his fellow saiyans increased. The only worthy legacy their race had left behind was himself alone. With no female saiyan left, that legacy would die with him. He knew that. Whether the other two survived him or not, it didn’t matter. That was the reason why he hadn’t participated in his fellows’ enthusiasm once they’d unexpectedly crossed paths with another survivor. A fourth saiyan. Young, free from the grasp of the tyrant to whom they’d all have devoted their entire lives to, and -as someone who’d been a renegade since a very young age- undefined by any distinction in class. However, his appearance, his dark skin, his unruly mane and his wild disposition didn’t leave many doubts regarding his low origins. Neither did his mediocre power level. Turles. That was the name of the young space pirate that boasted about his adventures as if they could rival the magnitude of their conquests. Vegeta grimaced every time the youth winked in his direction or bowed to him. He even had the nerve to offer him his fidelity and obedience. He said he had great plans in store to redeem their dying race, plans he swore to share with his Prince once they’d bear fruit. However, neither his pretentious gallantry nor his promises earned him the favor of the proud Prince. Vegeta turned away every time the dark skinned saiyan’s eyes looked for his. As far as the Prince was concerned, if the renegade’s respect for his righteous ruler were truly genuine, he would have died alongside the rest of their people. The only reason he’d survived was that he’d deserted King Vegeta’s rule e a long time before. The Prince harbored nothing but spite for him. His proud feelings led him to keep a distance from the rest of his soldiers too, as they were far more welcoming of the fourth survivor than him. Because of that distance, he turned a blind eye to a change he could have easily prevented, if only he’d cared enough to look the renegade’s way.

He was just about in the bloom of boyhood when he first caught wind of something odd happening. He had happened to stumble upon that disgraceful scene by chance. He was still quite young, too young to completely comprehend what he was seeing. Nevertheless, what he saw was burned into his mind, leaving behind an impression that was deeper than awareness. Raditz’s young and vigorous figure was bent over, tense muscles and shaking limbs. He was completely naked. His golden skin seemed to glow, flushed pink and glistened with sweat. The black, unruly mane was draped over his arched back. His hips were tilted upwards, wantonly, while his chest and face were pressed against the ground, his mouth agape and panting. His was an expression the young Prince had never seen on him before. His eyes were unfocused, blurry, his pupils dilated, as if he’d been under the moon’s influence. But there was no moon. Crouched over the voluptuous curve of the youth’s back there was a dark, toned, familiar body. Turles. Just as if he’d caught sense of his Prince’s thoughts, the saiyan had raised his gaze on him. Vegeta had been caught looking, there was no doubt about it. Yet, the renegade didn’t stop, his hips smacking embarrassingly loud against the flushed flesh of his lover. If Radish had been aware of his Prince’s presence, he didn’t let it show, howling his pleasure without any hint of shame. Despite himself, the look that Turles shot him made the Prince feel uncomfortable. He’d walked on, feeling his ears burn with shame at the thought of having been caught hesitating in front of a display such as that. It was years later that he finally learned that the renegade had found a substance that had curiously stimulating effects on those of his kind. The Prince needed not to hear many euphemisms to figure out that said substance was nothing but a vulgar aphrodisiac. Vegeta felt foolish for having thought the renegade had actually seduced Raditz like a real saiyan, through a display of power. The Prince had no high consideration for his third class soldier, but he still deemed him to be better than Turles. Still, he had no reason to brood over that story too much. Raditz remained a third class simpleton; and a cheap drug like that could only work on a third-class simpleton, after all. However, he soon had to change his mind, once he happened to surprise a panting Napa balls-deep into a willing, bronze body that looked heated enough to melt. Despite the fact that serval years had passed from the last time he’d seen him, it wasn’t hard for him to recognize the owner of that dark, slender figure. If the sounds he’d heard coming from Raditz’s kiss-bruised throat had haunted him for months, the cacophony produced by Turles and Napa would have stayed with him forever. The general looked completely out of it, just as Raditz had. His normally large eyes were wider and wilder then usual. His nostrils flared as he held the youth close to his body. The renegade seemed to feel just as involved. Turles didn’t even touch the ground, such was the violence of their fervent coupling. HIs powerful form bounced with every powerful thrust of the other’s hips, as he clutched the general’s burly built with his arms and legs. Vegeta found it impressive for someone - even someone as buff as Napa- to be able to sustain the weight of the pirate’s chiseled physique like that. Turles’s skin looked tight now. Well defined muscles bulged underneath rich, velvety brown, darkened by the light of many suns and made glossy with droplets of sweat tricking down his strong limbs. The brazen boy he’d seen moving on top of Raditz the last time he’d visited them was now a man. His proportions were less stocky now, more harmonious, bordering on willowy at times. His shoulders were broader, his chiseled torso was linked to strong, powerful thighs by a surprisingly elegant waist. Even though his form still retained the classic massive stockiness of a third-class, there was an undeniable grace in his figure. Even when he was like this, with the general’s grotesquely large hands groping his rear as he was taken so violently, it was still undeniable; Turles truly was a rare beauty. In that occasion too, pride won over awe. When the renegade turned his head around and saw him, looking at him straight in the eyes, the Prince saw the mocking light in them. What Turles was trying to comunicate was clear: he could charm whoever he pleased, whenever he pleased. It was just a matter of time before he’d charm his Prince as well. Vegeta had responded with a venomous glare before turning away once more, fleeing the sight that -he knew- the renegade had wanted to show him. It was a challenge, Vegeta knew it perfectly well. A challenge his pride required him to ignore. So he had ignored it for a second time, chocking back the sensation that he was going to loose. We would have done so a third, a fourth and a fifth time, if necessary. He knew the pirate’s provocations weren’t going to cease any time soon. He had seen it in his eyes; Turles wouldn’t have stopped until he’d obtained what he wanted. “I aways get what I want”, whispered the dark flicker in his gaze. He felt it scorch his back every time he turned away from him.

His space pod was blasting off at maximum speed on its route to the next mission when the demanding ringing of his scouter compelled him to take his mind off his trail of thoughts. The call was from Raditz. When he picked up, there was an unusual sound coming from the other end, as if the device had been damaged. Then, the annoying whistle stabilized and the scouter stopped showing the caller’s ID. Vegeta tried to regulate the frequency but the interference remained unchanged. It took him a while to realize the line had not been shut down. There was a faint, familiar voice coming from the other end. He recognized it almost instantly. It was indeed Raditz. He could hear little else over his ragged breathes but there was no doubt they belongs to the third class warrior. The groans he could make out was distant and hushed and were surely not good signs. “Raditz?” There was no answer. There was just more panting and what he imagined to be the sound of fingers raking the ground, spasmodically. He was dying. That was the only possible explanation. He would never had thought that could have mattered to him. After all, what he was hearing was just the sound of a weak link being eliminated. Yet, he still felt conflicted. It was the helplessness that troubled him. That, and knowing he was about to loose a fourth of what remained of his race. And all he could do was listen while that happened. A man more compassionate than he would have felt pain, maybe even pity. The Prince, however, was overcome with rage. Rage and frustration. Or, at least, that was what he thought could justify his following reaction. “Raditz?”, he called again. His furious tone betrayed a hint of worry. “Raditz, say something! This is an order from your Prince. Raditz!” A low, husky chuckle sounded in his ear. He knew the owner of that voice immediately and felt dejected. “How imperious!”, said the velvety voice, “You must forgive him, Prince. He can’t answer right now, I’m afraid he’s busy otherwise…” “Turles”, he uttered, dryly. The renegade picked up the venom in his voice and seemed amused. “In the flesh. I’m surprised you sill remember me, Prince. It truly is an honor. It has been a while. I had my trouble recognizing our dear Raditz myself. He grew up nicely, I have to say. Any saiyan would be lucky to have him. It’s such a pity he doesn’t seem to be of your liking… I’ll just have to enjoy him myself.” “You have some nerve, to contact me like this”, Vegeta remarked, doing his best to ignore the moan that followed what sounded like a sound slap (a slap he was starting to suspect had not been delivered at the warrior’s face.) At that point, it was very clear to him what was truly happening on the other end of the call. No matter how outrageous it was, he refused to hang up. He wasn’t going to take the other’s provocations without giving him a piece of his mind. He refused to be intimidated, this time. If the price he had to pay for his dignity was to listen to the sounds of one of his subjects being roughly taken from behind, he would have paid it gladly, if it meant Turles would have given up on those silly games of his. The renegade didn’t seem bright enough to recognize a lost cause when he found one. Hopefully, Vegeta’s stubbornness would have done the trick this time around. Three might be a magic number, after all. “Don’t worry. I know how your scouters work. You’re always under surveillance, always under control… it’s a good thing that I can interfere with their bugs. Yet I stil can’t believe our liege is putting up with this shameful subjugation.” “Don’t act like you understand my position. You betrayed our race long before we were deprived of the possibility to choose a different path for ourselves. For all I care, you are just a lowly traitor.” “Now you wound me…”, the renegade replied, his tone dripping with fake remorse. “And to think I could offer you the choice of freedom from slavery! It is not a position that suits you, Prince.” “What are you implying?” His question was met with a low, self-complacent chuckle. Vegeta’s brow furrowed. For the instant of silence that followed he was only able to hear the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. There was another moan and a grunt and the Prince knew that the pause was not just to make him impatient. When Turles spoke again, his voice faltered. From the sound of it, Raditz could wear another warrior down better when he was on his knees than during battle. “I’m talking about my research. The one I told you about years ago… finally there are… results.” Vegeta shivered, not in excitement but rather in disdain. He knew exactly which research the renegade was talking about. “Your subject Raditz showed a lot of interest In my idea… So much, in fact, that I could have easily avoided using Ambrosia to earn his favor… though it does make things a little more interesting for the both of us, to be honest.” “Ambrosia. Is this what you keep giving him to get him to open his legs for you?” “Oh, I have other ways to get what I want. I can be very convincing on my own. But yes, as a matter of fact, I did use it. He’s never complained about it too.” “And you’d like to dump it on me too, is that what you have in mind?” “If my Prince would agree to it, I would make it worthwhile. Though I intend to do much more,” the renegade replied, mellow. “Ambrosia is just a collateral effect of my project. Soon I will obtain something much more powerful… something that could be useful to you too, my Liege.” “If you think I would stoop so low as to use your cheap, cowardly tricks, then you’re sorely mistaking. Your shortcuts might appeal to third class scum such as yourself and that good-for-nothing Raditz, but not to a true saiyan like myself. An elite would never lessen their pride like this. You are not one of use, Turles. Remember your place.” The renegade’s reply did not follow Immediately, as if it took him a while to swallow the insult. Vegeta figured the renegade was not used to rejection, after all. Yet, when his reply did arrive, his tone had not lost an ounce of its arrogance. “You see… I have a lot of respect for you, Prince. Though I think it is you who does not know what my place is…” It was only then that Vegeta detected a third voice bursting out in gruff groans that had been too faint to be heard. “Napa…” The cacophony of sounds had grown louder now, just like the mental image it produced had grown far too clear for the Prince’s liking. Vegeta closed his eyes, as if trying to drive away the image of of three heaving and sweating bodies, intertwined and moving against one another in senseless abandon. “Looks like convincing your fellow elite warrior wasn’t that hard after all… there’s harder things that come to mind right now…” “You are simply disgusting.” “Now you flatter me!” “I know what you're trying to do. You may have gotten your hands on everything I own by right but you’ll never have me. Do you understand? You’re just a traitor and a coward and that’s all you’ll ever be in my eyes”, Vegeta growled, the ice-cold hiss in his voice dripping with loathing. “This better be the last time that I hear from you, or there will be no cheap trick in the entire galaxy that will save you if I find you meddling in my business or with my subjects. This is a promise.” Silence. Then, a renewed swell of laughter seemed to swell in the renegade’s chest before erupting from his lips. “Oh Vegeta…”, the pirate let out in a pant, horsely, “ I know you’re trying to displease me but… I have to tell you… you wouldn’t talk to me this way if you only knew how it gets me going…” Long, drawn out moans followed, as if to prove his point, making the Prince grit his teeth. Part of his indignation, however, was directed at himself. He couldn’t help but visualize the scene, the renegade’s bronze built hilted into Raditz’s trembling flesh and forcefully speared by his general from behind. The renegade’s sultry voice was affecting him, despite himself. His hand curled into a fist, resisting the urge to shift lower and examine the effects of the stirring he felt happening in his loins. “It’s a pity you’re so stuck up, Prince… I would love to see you unwind… Napa and Raditz both told me how beautiful you’ve grown… they’ve gotten hard talking about it too. If it’s a good excuse you need, I can give you one… Ambrosia’s strong… and Raditz’s got such a lovely cock, it’s a shame to leave it unoccupied like this…” “Shut it!”, Vegeta roared, seething with anger and shame, feeling a humiliating twitch in his pants. “Every word you speak is getting you closer and closer to your grave.” Something in his tone must have given him away, for, when Turles spoke again, he could very clearly hear it in his voice that he was grinning. Yet, surprisingly, his words sounded genuine despite their cockiness. “Your pride is something to admire, Vegeta. Though it saddens me, I must respect your wish. I won’t insist any further. However, allow me to give your one last warning…” The renegade’s voice lowered into a growl. Raditz moans grew louder, Napa’s heaving deeper, their voices hoarse and gruff as the smacking sounds of their coupling grew faster and faster. “I always get what I want.” The wild roars of pleasure of his subjects were the last thing he heard before shutting the communication down.

Finally, his ship initiated the landing procedure. The Prince’s eyes narrowed once he was finally able to see the planet’s surface. The closer he got, the clearer he could see the roots covering the entire surface. Turles better have kept his hands off what’s rightfully mine. That was his last thought before his ship touched the ground. Once he stepped outside, the powerful saccharine smell overcame him, making him grimace. He needed not to wonder where that oppressive scent was coming from. Blossoms. Hundreds and hundreds of crimson blossoms sprouted form the dark foliage, luxuriant and lush to the sight, brimming with thick, glistening sap. Vegeta had never seen the Tree before, but he could tell right away what he was dealing with and how serious the situation was. “Dammit!” Here and there between the roots he could make out craters and splinters of wood scattered around, signs that a fight had taken place. He flew towards one of the depressions and touched the darkened ground with his hands. It was cold. The air too was still and no sound disturbed the eerie silence. Worse still, he couldn’t sense any familiar aura. The flux of energy coursing though the ground was too strong, strong enough to conceal any other smaller source of energy that might have lurked around. He wouldn’t have found them in that way. He had no other chance but to follow the trail of damages and track them down. Hang in there, Kakarot, he thought as he flew off.

A violent blast of wind lashed the branches of the tree, making them shake. Turles was bent over his prey, too intent in contemplating his victory to be bothered by that. He had barely noticed the commotion, his eyes fixed on the young warrior writhing weakly underneath him. It was a wonderful sight. His golden skin, slicked and sweetened by the crimson sap, glistened like amber, warmed by a rosy glow. The pulp of a ripening fruit, waiting to be tasted. His strong neck, pale and perfect, was tense. His exposed throat vibrated with low, chocked sounds. Blue veins pulsed softly underneath the honey skin. It make the renegade’s mouth water. Turles’ face was close enough for him to feel the scent of his heartbeat itself, so close he could almost taste it. The chiseled chest rose and fell underneath his fingertips, thrilling the renegade with the gasps his voracious kisses were stealing from him. Every moan, the sound of victory. Turles’ eyes were fixed on the youth, anticipating the moment he would have made them open. He wanted to read into them the desire he was working so hard to stir. Or rather, to uncover. I know what you carry within you, Kakarot. Oh yes, I do… and soon you will do too. I will make you see, Kakarot. I will awake things you never knew you had within you. Wait and see… Yet, when finally the warrior opened his eyes, his gaze was absent in a worrying way, almost distracted. That was when Turles started to think something was wrong. “Vegeta…”, the young saiyan murmured, hoarsely. Vegeta? What is he on about? Then, he heard it. Over the howling of the wind, he could make out the roar of an engine. The clouds, otherwise dark and gloomy, flared up. The blazing light scorching the horizon turned his suspicions to certainty. That is a spaceship… Could it be that Kakarot felt it coming? He shifted his gaze on Goku’s face, looking him over in disbelief, studying his watery, clearly vacant eyes. He was clearly still victim to the Ambrosia. The burly limbs were limp and morbidly abandoned at his sides. He laid, relaxed, on the ground, as if he had no strength nor will to move. Just as expected. Yet, somehow, despite the warm abandon he’d fallen victim to, he’d still managed to sense the spaceship before the renegade. Intent as he was in delighting in the conquest he’d craved for so long, Turles might not even have noticed it if it hadn’t been for his captive’s reaction. Turles furrowed his brows. He’d been careless. He hadn’t considered the possibility that Kakarot might have brought someone along with him. Or that someone might have followed him. Whoever the intruder was, whatever reason they had to go that far, it didn’t matter. The delay dictated by this unplanned interruption definitely didn’t make him feel particularly inclined to hospitality. The renegade ached to taste the sweet fruit of his victory. He had no magical fruit at his disposal, but the hunger that consumed him would have made up for that deficiency. “I better go check things out personally. Even though it pains me to leave you like this, Kakarot…”, he murmured, bending over the warrior once again, stealing from him a voracious kiss and a groan that made him grin. “Mmh… miss you already.” The dark saiyan rose to his feet, fixing his spandex shorts. The sight of the young warrior had made them too tight. “I will be back soon”, he promised, blowing a kiss in his direction before flying off. “Whoever this intruder is, he won’t ruin our fun. I always get what I want.”

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Feral - A Labyrinth Story

Six

Sarah couldn’t say she wasn’t relieved that Fable had chosen to stay behind, although it did give her cause to wonder whether he might be Up to Something. Perhaps it seemed a bit ungrateful of her but, for all that he’d saved her life, she couldn’t bring herself to fully trust him. The fact that she also felt as if she ought to know him somehow didn’t make him any less unsettling; she was quite sure she’d never met him before, or any fae aside from Jareth.

She paused on the steps to catch her breath for a moment and then frowned as it belatedly occurred to her that this was the fourth such rest she’d taken since beginning her ascent up the staircase. She glanced suspiciously behind her, half-expecting to see the entrance to the stone chamber. There was nothing. Just an endless array of steps, spiraling gently down the narrow passage she’d been following.

When she looked up, more of the same.

A feeling of unease crept over her. Stairs were supposed to lead somewhere. Even stairs in the Labyrinth. The last flight she’d climbed had led her into the dizzying display of the four-dimensional puzzle room, but so far she’d had no luck getting anywhere with this one. She sat down on the step to contemplate, brows furrowed. It couldn’t be some sort of a trap, could it? Luring her into a never-ending staircase that had neither beginning nor end, forcing her to climb until she dropped from exhaustion or thirst? But if he’d wanted to kill her, why not just leave her to the Fire Gang? They'd have done the job nicely, she was sure.

She hopped to her feet and determinedly started to climb again. Sitting around on her duff waiting for someone to stumble over her wouldn’t get her anywhere and she was certain that there had to be a puzzle to this. Some way to get to where she was trying to go…

Think, Sarah. Where are you trying to go? The thought rang clear as a whisper in her mind. It sounded suspiciously like Fable.

Or maybe that was Jareth’s voice? They sounded so similar, she really couldn’t tell.

“To the ones I seek,” she nonetheless whispered back.

And who are they?

Thoughts of her daughter and brother, of Hoggle, Didymus, and Ludo flitted briefly through her mind. But she’d been distracted now with wondering if Jareth knew she was here, or whether that goblin had been telling the truth about him dying, and no sooner had the thoughts formed than the stairway was suddenly gone and she found herself stumbling, rather ungracefully, into yet another stone chamber.

Unlike the first, this room was far from empty. It had been decorated in lavish style with sheets of cream and golden silk that draped the stone walls like gauzy curtains. The furniture gleamed with the dark burnish of well-polished wood and accents of gold and silver. At one wall, a trio of tall, arched windows allowed sickly yellow light to filter through, dimly illuminating the room’s expanse. Against the opposite, a great hearth held the dying embers of a fire, circled with comfortable armchairs and a lounge. A magnificent bed of glowing redwood held its grandiose place in the center of the room, demanding the immediate attention of all who entered.

Sarah couldn’t help staring. It was truly a bed fit for a king. And repose in the middle of it, nearly lost among swaths of velvet and silk, was exactly where she found one. Jareth reclined against a mountain of pillows colored in elegant shades of soft cream, deepest burgundy and palest gold. A book lay open in his palm, forgotten, as his gaze raked over her face. He looked as surprised to see her as she was to see him.

“E-excuse me!” she squeaked, hastily turned around to dart into the stairwell and try again. Well, that answered that. Jareth was most certainly alive and if he had been unaware of her presence in his kingdom before, he certainly knew of it now.

Aaaand the stairwell was gone, as she discovered the moment she smacked into the wall, nearly hard enough to brain herself had her upraised hands not been in the way.

Naturally.

She gave a little groan and curled one hand into a fist, thumped her forehead against it as a mantra of whymewhymewhyme scrolled through her head.

“Well. If it isn’t you.”

She winced at his bland tone. “Well, if this isn’t sufficiently awkward…” she mumbled sardonically to the wall.

A faint chuckle greeted her. “I thought I sensed a disturbance in the Force…”

She opened her mouth to reply—perhaps to grovel for her life a bit—until his words abruptly registered. She cast an incredulous glance over her shoulder. “Di-did you just make a pop culture reference?”

“Do you plan to continue speaking to the wall?” he rejoined snidely. With a blush, she sucked in a deep breath and turned around, made three great strides toward the bed. Where she stopped as she saw that the thick quilted blankets covering him had now been pushed aside. And she realized with some consternation that he wore nothing but a knee-length night shirt fashioned of some pale fabric that was so thin and filmy, it hardly had the right to be called fabric at all.

Sarah was hardly a blushing virgin anymore, but that didn't mean she was any more comfortable now than she would've been at fifteen with ogling a man's … goodies. Especially this man’s goodies. Face burning, she snapped her eyes upward, only to lock gazes with the Goblin King; hers mortified, his glinting with thinly-veiled amusement. Even from that distance she could see the changes his illness had wrought. The dullness of his skin, missing the glowing luminance she remembered. The gaunt, sallow appearance of elegant features with deep bruises smudged beneath hollowed eyes. His fine hair spread lank and dull over thin shoulders. He looked … smaller somehow. Diminished. So unlike the beautifully terrifying king from her memories that she wondered if it really was the same man or if this was just some horrible ruse being played upon her.

They sized each other up for a few more moments as the silence grew between them. Hers increasingly uncomfortable, his both amused and strangely patient as he waited for her to say something. She shifted from foot to foot and wondered what should be said to the person whose kingdom she’d destroyed and who appeared to be dying as a direct result of it. “I’m sorry” hardly seemed adequate.

“You’re … looking well,” she ventured after a bit. It wasn’t a blatant lie, given how she’d recently been told he was dead…

Jareth proceeded to look unimpressed. “Come, now,” he tsked. “Do try not to insult my intelligence.”

She pursed her lips, abruptly irritated. Hey, at least she tried to be civil! “Okay, then. You look like death warmed over,” she snarked, crossing her arms. She instantly regretted the words, realized how seriously she’d just overstepped the bounds. He was still a king, after all. Far too late to take them back, she mentally braced herself, waited for Jareth to throw her out of the room—through a window, in all likelihood—and was again caught off-guard when he instead tipped his head back and laughed.

His humor didn’t last long as chuckles abruptly dissolved into deep, hacking coughs that made her scramble to his bedside in alarm. Doubled over, he waved her off before she could touch him. Embarrassed at herself (those darned motherly instincts; so inconvenient sometimes…), she meekly stepped back as he slowly straightened, forehead glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. He looked so vulnerable that her heart went out to him. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, contrite. “That was horribly rude.”

“Indeed.” He slid her a glance from the corner of his eye. “But if I may point out, my dear, I am not the only one who appears a bit … disheveled.” His assessing gaze raked over her body, reminded her of her own rather unsightly appearance; her raw, filthy bare feet, the bloody scratches covering her arms and legs, her grimy pajamas and tangled hair. Remnants of the smelly, drying gore that still clung to her neck and shirt. She blushed and shifted under his scrutiny.

“It’s … been a long day,” she muttered as she busied herself with pouring him a cup of water from the crystal pitcher at his bedside. She silently offered him the silver goblet and he accepted with a slight nod of gratitude and took a long drought.

“As you can see,” he rasped as he leaned into the pillows again, “I have not been … well, as of late.”

“I know.” Sarah ducked her head again. “Hoggle told me what’s been happening. About the Labyrinth … dying.”

“Did he, now?” Jareth’s smile flashed, tight and grim. “And I suppose you were all too willing to rush right over and witness your greatest adversary laid low at your feet. A truly glorious day for the forces of good, no doubt.”

Sarah flinched. “Of course not. Don't be like that,” she mumbled. “I never wanted you to die. Nobody wants that.”

“Indeed.” His steely gaze never left hers. “I suppose you've come as an avenging angel, then, to right the wrong that has been done to this land.”

His tone was so condescending that she drew herself up and raised her chin proudly. “Actually,” she replied sharply, “I’ve merely come to collect the children. Then, since my company seems so unwelcome, we’ll be returning home.”

Jareth went absolutely still. “Children,” he repeated softly. “You are certainly mistaken. There have been no wishes made.”

“I know,” she agreed. “They've been stolen away. My brother, Toby—I’m sure you remember Toby—and my daughter, Katerina.”

“And so you simply assume that the Goblin King is respon—”

“Oh, stop it.” She cut him off mid-sentence, secretly delighted by the brief surprise that flickered across his face. “I never claimed that you took them,” she continued pertly. “Looking at you, I can tell you’re hardly in any sort of shape to go around kidnapping children.”

His face darkened at that. “Well, if you’re not accusing me, then why would you presume that they’re here, of all places? The Labyrinth is not some Aboveground corner store one simply pops into for a gallon of milk or a lottery ticket whenever one feels like it.”

Sarah cocked her head. And again with the modern references. It made her wonder how often he watched the above world to even know what the lottery was. Not to mention a convenience store.

Which, in turn, made her wonder how often he might have watched her. She hastily banished the thought.

“Well,” she began slowly, “the magical portal conveniently left open in the bedroom window was a pretty big clue…”

It was almost comical the way Jareth’s eyes widened. “Impossible,” he snapped. “I certainly would have felt the pull of that much power.”

“Whether or not you felt it, it appeared and someone took the kids through it. They deliberately left it open for me to find. They wanted me to follow them.”

“And who are ‘they’?”

Sarah took a deep breath and worried the ring on her finger. “I don’t know for certain but I-I’m pretty sure Hoggle is the one responsible.”

She wasn’t sure what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t for Jareth to laugh. Again. She tensed, waited for the deep chuckles to dissolve into that horrible coughing, but he managed to keep control of himself this time. “So Hoghead has taken it upon himself to play the role of villain,” he uttered, clearly disbelieving. “My, this is a plot twist.”

Sarah felt herself flushing. “It’s the truth,” she huffed. She pulled the bracelet from her wrist and dangled it in front of him. “I gave this to Hoggle during my first trip through the Labyrinth, but last night I found it on the windowsill. And this ring…” She yanked said ring off her finger. “I gave it to the Wiseman as payment and yet it also ended up in Toby’s bedroom. How did they get there? Who else knew they were mine?”

Jareth remained silent, eyes intense in his scrutiny of her face. He still seemed doubtful and she huffed irritably. “Why would I make up such a crazy story? And how else do you think I could I have gotten here?” she pressed. “You said it yourself; it’s not like strolling into a corner store.”

“Very well,” he relented. “It seems the fastest way to solve this little mystery is to go right to the source. Hoggle!”

His sudden bellow made Sarah’s ears ring. She winced and stepped back as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, completely heedless of modesty as his nightshirt ruched up around his thighs. She hastily averted her gaze before she saw something she really shouldn’t as he stood and strode to the door.

Well, perhaps “strode” was too strong a word. Jareth’s gait resembled more of a weak limp and it was all she could do to keep her feet planted and not rush to his side to steady him before he tipped right over. His pride wouldn’t stand for it, she was sure. Besides, he wasn’t wearing nearly enough clothes for her comfort and she certainly didn’t want him to get the wrong idea!

A slight ruckus from the hallway and then the ridiculously large door that guarded Jareth’s chambers swung open with a protesting groan. A familiar little figure scurried in. “You bellowed, Yer Majesty?” the dwarf grumped as he balanced a tray of food in his arms and managed to push the door shut with one foot. “I tolds ya I’d be ins wit’ yer supper soon as it were rea—”

His words cut off as pale blue eyes landed on Sarah. A great, resounding crash filled the silence when the tray slipped from his limp grasp, spilling its contents across the floor. “Y-y-you!” He barely glanced at the mess as he hurried forward, jaw working. “What’re you doin’ here? How’d you get here? You saids you wasn't comin’!”

Sarah stared at him, both eyebrows raised to her hairline at his astonishment. “What am I doing here?” she repeated, unable to keep the angry quaver from her voice. “Why do you think? How do you think I got here? Through the portal you left open!”

He blinked as his brow furrowed in apparent confusion. “Portal?”

“The one in Toby’s window? The very same one Jareth used ten years ago? Ring a bell?” She clenched her fists as she struggled to contain her growing ire. “Where are the kids, Hoggle?” she pressed. “I came just like you wanted so where are they?”

His eyes widened. “Kids? What kids?” he squawked. “I ain’t gots any idea what yer talkin’ abouts!”

She stared at him. Unable to understand his reluctance to confess; she’d done exactly what he wanted so why was he trying to act innocent now? She dangled the bracelet in front of his nose. “Doesn’t this look familiar?”

Hoggle’s jaw dropped as he fumbled around the assortment of jewelry that dangled from his belt. “Wh-where’d ya gets that? That’s mine!”

She snatched it out of reach as he grasped for it. “Right where you left it,” she snapped. “You want it back? Give me my children!”

All Hoggle could do was sputter. “I don’t—That isn’t—How could yas think I’d steals yer kids? We’s friends! I’d never do somethin’ likes that to yas!” Genuine hurt gleamed in his eyes, along with a hint of anger.

Sarah felt the first stirrings of doubt, quickly firmed her resolve before she could lose it. She didn't want to fight with Hoggle. She wanted badly to believe him, to believe it was all a terrible misunderstanding, but…

“What else am I supposed to think?” She tossed both the bracelet and the ring to the floor. “You show up out of nowhere in Katie’s mirror, asking for help. And when I have to refuse, a few hours later both of the kids are missing. There’s a wide-open passage into the Labyrinth and I find your bracelet in Toby’s bedroom. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.”

Hoggle sputtered again, hurt melting into confusion. “But that was months ago!” he protested. “I ain’t talked to yas since then!”

Sarah opened her mouth to argue and hesitated, brow furrowed. It was her turn to be confused. “You came to me last night,” she reminded him. “There was a big storm. Katie woke me in the middle of the night telling me about the funny man in the mirror.”

“It weren’t me.” He crossed his arms, stubborn scowl fixed.

“It had to be!” She tossed her hands up in frustration. “How many dwarves do you think I’ve got, using my mirror as some … some interdimensional telephone?”

He didn't reply and she pinched the bridge of her nose as the dull headache that had been lurking in the back of her skull for the past few hours steadily increased pressure, stretched her taut nerves to the snapping point. “Did you or did you not come to me asking for help?” she asked with exaggerated patience.

He immediately nodded. “I did.” And when she tried to respond, hastily added, “but it weren’t a night ago an’ I ain’t been back to yas since. Couldn’t. Magic’s been so busted up it weren’t safe ta try no more.”

She made a frustrated little whine in the back of her throat, turned a helpless gaze to Jareth, who had been listening to the exchange in stoic silence. “Come, come now, Sarah,” he chided softly. “Surely you haven’t forgotten the rules of the Underground. You’ve spent years studying the tales. Some truth lies among the myth.”

She really wasn’t in the mood for riddles, but Sarah sighed deeply and struggled to recall everything she’d ever read in regards to the faerie realms. There were so many conflicting stories and much of it was, indeed, made up fantasy. But several of the … “rules” (for lack of a more accurate term) seemed to be universal among many of the tales. “Don’t ever step into a fairy ring,” she recalled. “Never eat or drink anything in the Underground. Words have power; use them wisely.” She ignored the Goblin King’s derisive snort but felt her cheeks grow hot at the reminder of a lesson learned, too little, too late. “Don’t thank a fae for favors rendered, else risk putting yourself into their power,” she pressed on. “Time passes differently in the Under—”

Here she stopped short, eyes widening in belated realization. How could she have forgotten that one, fundamental rule?

“May’ve been a few hours ta yous, but it been longer ‘n that down heres,” Hoggle confirmed.

“But … but isn’t it the opposite? The stories all say that only hours pass here to years Aboveground.”

“Fact from myth,” Jareth reminded her. At some point he’d seated himself in one of the chairs by the hearth, looking more worn by the second. Sarah bit her lip to keep herself from ordering him back to bed.

“Fact is, Jareth was wot kept time in workin’ order ‘round here but he ain’t been in much condition ta keeps much of anything in any order no more,” Hoggle grumped. He quelled slightly under the withering glare Jareth tossed his way but managed to stand his ground.

Sarah pondered this information. “So, you’re saying time is … broken?” she asked in dismay.

“Not broken.” Jareth waved a dismissive hand. “Merely … confused.” His sharp, arrogant smile seemed a mere shadow of its former self. He tilted his head, eyes shrewd as he added with mocking sympathy, “Do sit down, dearest, before you fall over. You look a little faint.”

Sarah bit her lip against the urge to backtalk, decided to take him up on his offer and staggered toward the nearest chair to drop into it; the exhaustion she’d stubbornly held at bay nearly blindsided her as it surged forward in one great rush and she closed her eyes against the ensuing dizziness. A heavy silver goblet was pressed into her hand and she offered a weak yet grateful smile to Hoggle as she raised it to her lips. Where she promptly hesitated, torn between her raging thirst and her desire to not become a permanent resident of the Goblin Kingdom.

Clearly sensing her thoughts, Jareth snorted with thinly-veiled amusement. “Oh, do go on. You will not be trapped here for eternity if you drink the water. Nor will it put you under any enchantment.” At her continued hesitance, he actually rolled his eyes. “On my honor as the King of the Goblins, it is safe,” he intoned. Putting as much dry sarcasm as he could muster into the words.

Sarah felt her lips twitch into a smile despite herself, hid it behind the cup as she allowed cool water to flow down her throat … and abruptly hacked and choked when the taste of mold and withered plants filled her mouth.

“Ah. Yes.” Jareth smiled grimly. “My apologies for not warning you. I’m afraid we’ve all grown so accustomed to the stagnancy of the water by now that we’ve quite gotten used to the taste.”

“You actually drink this?” Sarah set the goblet aside, nose wrinkled with distaste. “No wonder you’re so sick! I doubt it’s doing much to help you.”

“Yes, well … beggars can’t be choosers and all that.” Another dismissive wave.

Sarah released a slow breath, turned a beseeching haze to Hoggle. “Where are the kids, Hoggle? If you take me to them I promise I won’t be angry.”

Hoggle scowled deeply. “I tolds ya I ain’t gots ‘em! I dunno who took ‘em but it weren’t me!”

She dragged her hand through her matted hair. “If you don’t have them, then someone else does,” she muttered. Her stomach roiled as she pondered the implications. “I wasn’t that worried before because I knew they’d at least be safe with you. But now…” She shook her head, eyes burning as if to shed tears, only she was too parched to cry. “What should I do? They could be anywhere and I can’t even fathom where to begin looking.” Frankly, the thought of venturing back out into that hellish landscape with its equally hellish occupants was a terrifying idea.

But the thought that the children might be out there among them was even more terrifying and not an idea to dwell on lest she send herself into a full-blown panic attack.

“If it pleases the lady, perhaps I might be of assistance.”

Fable’s pale figure melted out of the shadows, causing startlement all around. He ignored Hoggle’s yelp, beelined past Jareth’s equally astonished form with barely a glance and paused to kneel before Sarah’s chair. “How very strange.” His expression filled with childlike curiosity. “This isn’t at all where I’d expected you to end up. How did you come to be here?”

#Labyrinth #Labyfic #Sarah #Jareth #Hoggle #mystery #yes I'm still alive

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reneereadskingdomofash · 7 years ago

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The KoA Prediction Post - MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS BELOW CUT - I JUST DONT KNOW. *shrug*

My book is here, I haven’t even opened it for fear that even the map could spoil me - and believe me, that is incredibly hard for me if you have seen my Erilea post.

So Below the cut I’m going to put some of my predictions for Kingdom of Ash. I don’t want to be too specific, and this isn’t a theory post - the boat has sailed on those due to no time left to write them. (just finished writing it and it got long... whoops)

Please do not read if you don’t want my predictions.

I have avoided all spoiled content and even excerpts released by bloomsbury/+partners.

I have only read the acotar/tog series before this... a few times tho ;).

I have only skimmed koa quotes on those lovely blue backgrounds and tried not to freak out about them - or look too deeply because I viewed those as spoilers of a kind.

so here we go...

KOA PREDICTIONS - IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER

Character Predictions:

1. Yrene is a witch

2. Elorcan will be ok

3. Chaol will use his cane in a fight

4. Yrene has royal blood - light of Ellwye was Nehemia’s title, but what if it belonged to another?

5. Elena lied to the gods when she promised the sacrifice of Mala’s heir because Gavin tasted her lies - reveal what she will do instead. Gavin promised something to the Sin eater god - cant remember if thats just theory or confirmed anymore.

6. Elide is revealed to be descendant of Rhiannon and maybe... maybe... Brannon’s line. A hidden child from a relationship that grew after Mala’s sacrifice and once Elena was laid to rest, So Elena would have no knowledge - I remember that hand brushing Brannon’s cheek in that tomb.

7. Evangaline is super important - either as a child for Rowaelin when they cannot have their own or to bring hope to Terrasen. I’m always suspicious of children being given major roles in an otherwise “adult/post18yrold” world (but that means the likelyhood of Lysandra dying is high and that hurts - a lot!! so I don’t want to think of it too much).

8. I’m not predicting deaths - i’m not ready.

9. The Bluebloods side with Manon.

10. Dorian/The King of Ardarlan has/had witch blood

11. Chaol’s family keep/heritage is about fighting darkness seeping through from the whitefangs and ferrian gap and will be important.

12. Darrow has to die. He’s too much like the “steward of Gondor” in Lord of the Rings and pisses me off. So he can just die.

13. Maeve is not going to die. thats my gut telling me that.

Storyline Predictions

1. There will be a volcanic eruption that will seal ancient gateways that used to be used bring things from other worlds into Erliea. - rising up from the core of Erilea and spreading into all the forgotten places in the world.

2. There will be a lake that acts as a traveling mirror - aka the silver lake. Maybe to another realm as Nesryn saw shadows in the lake on the southern continent, and that just seems way to convenient OR to another continent or place as a means of escape OR for armies to travel through.

3. The Wyrd gate will be in the Ferrian Gap/Omega... though

“RIFT // HOLD” is so obvious. it could easily be there too.

4. Aelin will not be able to save the day alone

. - joining of the 12 scions who each have a god guiding them - they will all be needed at some point, sacrifice for the endgame is possible or a special skill. its yet to be seen.

5. Yrene is taking the place Nehemia thought was hers. The light of Ellwye.

... Traveling Mirror in EOS -

“Keys and gates and locks—portals and pits and prophecies.” EOS

She is going to deal with the “pits” of despair within everyone, saving the creatures infected by the Valg. (A discussion between Dorian and Manon in Eos about what will happen to the witches is still at the forefront of my mind - what will happen to All the valg creatures who have been a part of Erilea for millennia? I think Yrene will take away the “parasitic valg” and try to heal those she can, but it will be more about people learning to accept the good with the bad. Looking at ourselves and knowing that we are more than just good are evil. That to find a soul mate they see everything of us, the good the bad the ugly and accept it. That we need to accept it in ourselves to accept it in others. And that we all have the potential to be consumed by this darkness, but only if we let it. (Woah that got philosophical)

“Yrene said quietly, “The darkness belongs to you. To shape as you will. To give it power or render it harmless.” TOD

“This pit. The bottom of the descent. The hollow hell beneath the roots of a mountain. Here, where all was locked and buried. Here, where all had come to take root. The empty foundation, mined and hacked apart, crumbled away into nothing but this pit. Nothing.” - TOD

6. Confirmation that ACOTAR and TOG are linked closer than We know. Either Geography will match up after a volcanic eruption or a revel will ocurr eg we see it through the wryd gate. There are just tooooo many similarities.

- I’m still so torn. Either Aelin pours the light into the Afterworld through the Wryd gate and spreads life and renewal into a dark cold world. aka prythian. And she sends some people/creatures there too.

- Or they die and go there too. which hurts but ok.

- Or Erliea is Prythian and geography changes over time and magic changes after Aelin makes the cauldron.

- Aelin makes the cauldron as a “lock” to hold the wyrd keys. and uses manon’s iron to do it. Iron can negate the magics effects, hold it, contain it. And manon’s iron is already combining the magic from fae and valg together. so ... yea... I have thoughts.

7. The lock/eye of elena/three-faced goddess. is the “key” to forging the lock, the circles telling them who they need, whose power to combine and it needs the power of different people to bind together. raw power + 3/4 women.

8. Maeve will travel as far from the Wyrd Gate as possible. She doesn’t want it used. So Maeve will probably be in Donarelle or the Black Dunes - Coz I still think Maeve traveled around the world a bit and has come cults working for her, so she can do that. (I wrote a poem a long time ago about Maeve=Lani=Vanth=Styrga if you want to see my thought process).

9. Wolves - All wolves are loyal to Aelin. Just like healers who shape shift into owls were loyal to Silba. Its a clue. Anyone who isn't described as wolflike I would be suspicious of. Spider-like = bad guy. aka Maeve.

10. Arthril = stuck next to maeve as an owl. hes in owl form. unable to change. fleed when Maeve got the golden ring from aelin in hof. suspicious.

11. Erawan is contained again in black stone, because Aelin doesn't want him finding a way back. Contained in Erilea on a mountain or Contained in the Afterworld - yet to be seen.. though that stone monolith on Ramiel in ACOFAS is not giving me the best feeling.

12. Maeve is Styrga and is contained not destroyed. I dont think maeve is gonna die - She is kept in place, magic depleted. the ancient forest watching over her. Oakwald forest - that alive forest with sentience, keeps her contained. she is near the Sacred mountain in ACOTAR because this is the Sacred mountain that Aelin either pours the cauldron onto or that she erupts from. (depending on if Prythian is in the afterworld or Erilea).

13. Judging by Maps - Morath seems a likely location for a volcanic eruption. the whole bottom of Erilea has volcanic activity - black sands, volcanic rock in the dead islands, simmering water in Ellwye and a catastrophic event that made the land collapse - aka some geographical phenomenon. though in Tower of Dawn Chaol mentions hot springs near Anneille so I guess there is volcanic activity up there too, so it could equally be an eruption at the Omega or near the Omega. Or both. Y i k e s.

13. Lorcan and Aelin will need to work together - darkness and light. and lorcan wont be happy about it. there has to be a light and dark link - but these two having such animosity towards eachother makes me think it might be them.

OK I’M GOING TO STOP THERE BECAUSE I JUST WANT TO READ THIS DAMN BOOK. AND ILL NEVER STOP AND IT IS ALREADY TURNING INTO A DAMN THEORY POST.

Honestly I have a whole discord for my theory quotes / thoughts right now. lol non-published ones. and i also bla bla my thoughts all through this. so like. hahaha. lets get into this.

#koa prediction post #written before i read koa #please do not comment on this post #i do not want to be spoiled #hahaha #please dont send me messages about this post if you know the answers. i will anounce when i have read the book #i was going to queue this post #but people might not beleive that i wrote it before reading #so im going to post and just ask that if you know #keep it to yourself for the time being #if im wrong - thats cool #if im right thats cool too #may possibly contain spoilers if i have stumbled across somethine #does not include all my theories because i cannot freaken remember them all #i have a master post with all my theories on it somewhere #on my rayonfrozenwings blog #and then also a collection of fandom theories on the sjm-fantheoryarchive blog #so theres that tooooo #if you didnt know im a little obsessed with this series.#koa spoiler #koa spoilers #i dont want people to see this who are avoiding spoilers

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reading hamlet for the first time (act 5: the finale)

masterlist

none of you told me it was going to be this painful . none of you.

a5s1

“Ophelia’s dead.” “Enter CLOWNS!”

Like im sure this has a different meaning in EMA but im gonna make fun of it because it’s fucking hilarious. (future (present? (now past once more (?))) antares coming back to say i did look at nfs and yeah theyre gravediggers)

“First Clown: What is he that builds stronger than either the mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter? Second Clown: The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a thousand tenants.” damn not even just this one quote but these are some depressing clowns

hamlet and horatio!

okay there’s something about all of hamlet’s skull talk that makes me uneasy. like, not even the topic, just something in the words and how earnestly and (pardon my pun) gravely hamlet’s speaking about this. and it’s almost a mournful tune, too. it’s a huge difference from his “we’ll all be eaten by the same worms” speech to the point that it’s almost haunting.

“HAMLET: I will speak to this fellow.” C O N F R O N T

“HAMLET: I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.” (incomprehensible scribbling)

HAMLET, NOT IN ENGLAND: oh yeah lol he was sent to england huh u know why lmao

wait. did the. did the pirate situation get resolved. before act V.

I mean i think hamlet mentioned something about three years but the pirates are so fucking glossed over like what the fuck

“First Clown: 'Twill, a not be seen in him there; there the men are as mad as he.” HOLY SHIT ROAST THEM JFC

“HAMLET: Let me see. (Takes the skull)” THIS IS THE SKULL SCENE! I fucking KNEW it was bullshit that holding the skull was in the to be/not to be speech. I saw it being presented as such like once or twice while reading and I KNEW IT

hm okay so hamlet picks up this guys skull, of someone he used to know, and sure maybe i could ignore the “those lips i have kissed” but then he goes on to mention alexander the great and i mean come on

but jesus like i feel like im not doing justice to the stuff hamlet’s saying. just, the gravity of it all. Its kinda hitting home a bit hard bc like ive had a crippling fear of what happens after death and being forgotten etc since i was like in fourth grade and this is @ing that phobia

like, with that julius ceasar thing. “O that that earth which kept the world in awe / should patch a wall to expel the winter flaw,” it’s so strange. like, every fucking human who has lived, whether they be emperors, murderers, inventors, peasants, or philanthropists- as long as they weren’t blind, they’ve all looked at the same sky. like. It doesnt matter what the fuck you did or didn’t. It’s wild.

“First Priest: No more be done: We should profane the service of the dead To sing a requiem and such rest to her As to peace-parted souls.” hey i get that there are cultural taboos around suicide but like this guy’s a dick it isnt even clear if it was suicide, like, she was so fucking crazy she might not have even known she was, y’know, in a lake or w/e

laertes, dude, my guy. maybe jumping into a grave is cosmic foreshadowing for something you don’t want to happen to you. js.

“HAMLET: [Advancing] What is he whose grief Bears such an emphasis? whose phrase of sorrow Conjures the wandering stars, and makes them stand Like wonder-wounded hearers? This is I, Hamlet the Dane. (Leaps into the grave)” hamlet is NOT one to be out-extra’d (posting-antares here to say, wait, ‘whose phrase of sorrow conjures the stars? is this my aesthetic-speeches-summon-ghosts theory? probably not, but i havent mentioned it for a while)

“LAERTES: The devil take thy soul! (Grappling with him)” IN A FUCKING GRAVE. THEY ARE FIGHTING. IN A GRAVE.

all because hamlet doesn’t want to be out-extra’d. my god.

“QUEEN GERTRUDE: This is mere madness: And thus awhile the fit will work on him; Anon, as patient as the female dove, When that her golden couplets are disclosed, His silence will sit drooping.” Ah yes gertie just talk about the distraught and angry madman as if he isn’t there. that’ll diffuse the situation.

You know what? We still haven’t discussed the pirates.

a5s2

“HAMLET: So much for this, sir: now shall you see the other; You do remember all the circumstance?” If this isn’t gonna be about the pirates im gonna. scream.

“HAMLET: My fears forgetting manners, to unseal Their grand commission; where I found, Horatio,-- O royal knavery!--an exact command, Larded with many several sorts of reasons Importing Denmark's health and England's too, With, ho! such bugs and goblins in my life, That, on the supervise, no leisure bated, No, not to stay the grinding of the axe, My head should be struck off.” god, though. imagine that. being exiled to another country by the person who killed your father, only to find out that they were going to have you killed, anyways. that’s fucking terrifying. jesus christ.

Damn this idea that pretty handwriting is ~beneath~ nobles confuses me so fucking much. I got called haughty once just because my main handwriting is cursive. I mean, they were right, but their evidence was circumstantial at best.

“HAMLET: That, on the view and knowing of these contents, Without debatement further, more or less, He should the bearers put to sudden death, Not shriving-time allow'd.” Hamlet’s Revenge.

but also, what the fuck, dude. two wrongs dont make a right.

damn i kinda lost myself while reading but it really doesn’t sound like hamlet’s insane anymore. Like he’s… tempered himself. he doesn’t feel insane, just solemn.

“OSRIC: Your lordship is right welcome back to Denmark. HAMLET: I humbly thank you, sir. Dost know this water-fly?” goddamn ROAST HIM HAMLET (also what a fucking mood)

Osric put on your fucking ha--

The wind is

The wind is northerly

“HAMLET: No, believe me, 'tis very cold; the wind is northerly.” I remember someone saying that this is important

Okay here: “HAMLET: I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.”

oh no

Osric just wear ur fucking hat u doof

“OSRIC: Exceedingly, my lord; it is very sultry,--as 'twere,--I cannot tell how. But, my lord, his majesty bade me signify to you that he has laid a great wager on your head: sir, this is the matter,-- HAMLET: I beseech you, remember-- (HAMLET moves him to put on his hat)” excuse me a WAGER

but alas all hamlet cares about is osric’s fucking hat

“HAMLET: What's his weapon? OSRIC: Rapier and dagger. HAMLET: That's two of his weapons: but, well.” hamlet u sarcastic little shit i love you

I mean so is horatio. I love him too.

This stuff with the competition is. not gonna end well. not at well.

“HAMLET: I do not think so: since he went into France, I have been in continual practise: I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart: but it is no matter.”

hamlet no. listen to your heart or whatever. jesus christ don’t do it.

“HORATIO: Nay, good my lord,--” HAMLET LISTEN TO HORATIO

Ohhh hamlet

okay reading what laertes said, you know what? i’m giving laertes one last chance. please do not prove me a fool, laertes.

everything is giving me mad anxiety. e v e r y t h i n g.

claud’s speech is insanely sketchy

“KING CLAUDIUS: [Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.” One, so that’s why it was sketchy. Two, the POISONED CUP?

IT’S TOO LATE?

Gertie’s. Dead.

Shit, shit, shit

“LAERTES: [Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.” YES! SO PLEASE! STOP FIGHTING!

“LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES.” Oh no oh no oh jeez eheu they’re hurting each other, shit, fuck,

“LAERTES: ...woodcock…”

“KING CLAUDIUS: She swounds to see them bleed. QUEEN GERTRUDE: No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,-- The drink, the drink! I am poison'd. (Dies)” one, i love how claud is desperatley trying to stick to the plan, its almost adorable in a childish sort of way. two, oh god. ohhh god. gertie.

Oh no.

this is the bloodbath. THIS IS THE BLOODBATH.

BODY COUNT: 1

“HAMLET: The point!--envenom'd too! Then, venom, to thy work. (Stabs KING CLAUDIUS)” ...

BODY COUNT: 2

wait and hamlet’s on death row, as with laertes. Oh no.

“LAERTES: He is justly served; It is a poison temper'd by himself. Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet: Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, Nor thine on me. (Dies)’ oh my god already??? I haven’t even really accepted king claud’s death?? jesus christ??

My friend just sorta nudged me and asked if i was alright and i. I’m not. i’m in shock. goddamn. what?

BODY COUNT: 3

goodness thats three in like less than thirty seconds JESUS CHRIST

“HAMLET: Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.I am dead, Horatio.” that’s chilling. just, the poignancy. that’s so fucking spectral. i’m not okay.

“HORATIO: Never believe it: I am more an antique Roman than a Dane: Here's yet some liquor left.” No no no on no nononon NO NO oh my god are you going to-

“HAMLET: As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup: let go; by heaven, I'll have't. … If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.” hey i’m crying in study hall. i’m actually crying. what the fuck. I don’t cry unless i’m thinking about that one pair of 18th century shoes with the really good photo quality (transcribing-antares here. I fucking love those shoes. I’m looking at them right now and they’re so fucking beautiful. they look how velvet feels, which is odd, bc they're apparently silk. I don’t care they’re just so fucking lovely)

F O R T I N B R A S?

“HAMLET: O, I die, Horatio; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit.” I’ve identified my emotion. Dread. pure, unadulterated Dread.

for all of you that’ve listened to the penumbra podcast: do you remember the concierge, right before final resting place, saying “you do realize you can just like, leave, and everything will be hunky dory and you won’t have to deal with the emotional consequences this episode will bring you” because i’m seriously considering doing that right now.

“HAMLET: The rest is silence. (Dies)” shit. (posting-antares here to say that i forgot to do the body count but honestly im crying while formating because of this goddamn fucking 400 year old play)

“HORATIO: Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince…” oh god. horatio.

“Good night sweet prince…”

(yet again tis transcribing-antares here to say that im fucking sobbing right now, the shoes are no match for this, and ‘goodnight sweet prince’ is actually never going to leave my head.) (editing-antares here to say im fucking crying again god fucking damn it) (posting-antares back again saying that this fucking line. this line. my god.)

“HORATIO: What is it ye would see? If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.” oh, horatio. god. that isn’t something said without tears staining your skin and a bitter tone hard-won, not that its possession is a victory.

oh my god. this can’t. no. this can’t end like this. What. no. people must have rioted. No. no!!

i typically hate it but i would GLADLY accept a deus ex machina right about now!!

okay my friend just took my phone away from me and shut it off because i kept on trying to scroll past the end

jesus christ

okay so i��m not going to be okay for like, several eternities, so im going to play the sims until i. until i die, probably. my god.

masterlist

#shush antares #antares reads hamlet #thE PIRATES WERE NEVER ADDRESSED #also im crying but im STILL ANGRY #mostly in shock tho

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restlessmelodrama · 7 years ago

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Say I Never Mattered Chapter 3 *:･ﾟ✧

Steve Harrington x Y/N Henderson (Slowburn)

Warnings: mention of domestic abuse, swearing

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 /

Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

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A/N: In this unnecessarily long chapter, you get to know how Steve and Y/N met, also about their relationship and the relationship between Steve and Dustin and some other characters. You also hear about Andrew Henderson and let me tell you he’s a fucking ASS.

Writing this was really challenging and I’m excited to share this with you. Again thank you for the love on the other two Chapters! I really appreciate it and I hope you like this one too.

Also, I’m so sorry that this turned into a Slow Burn. XD

Disclaimer: English is not my native language, so I’m sorry in advance for any grammatical or spelling errors.

Steve woke up nearly three hours after you, head hurting like a bitch.

He was laying in his bed, still wearing the clothes he had worn yesterday.

When he moved he also noticed, that he apparently had left one of his shoes on. The other Nike Classic Cortez was on the floor next to a half-emptied Vodka bottle. He closed his eyes again, in regret. He wished yesterday didn’t happen. He had thought that Vodka would help him to forget and make it easier to blame his actions on the alcohol but everything was still engraved in his memory. Steve Harrington didn’t drink often and when he did it normally was beer. His alcohol tolerance accordingly wasn’t very high and he really felt that on this particular day. He sat up, the room was spinning and he immediately hated himself for making yet another stupid decision.

“Vodka doesn’t help with your problems add that to the list, Harrington“, he muttered to himself.

The infamous list he was mumbling about had been the outcome of a prank he had pulled in Middle School. He had color dyed the schools swimming pool pink and Mr. Clark caught him. Tommy, one of his former friends had dared him to do it as a joke. Nicole, Carol’s red-haired appendage laughed it off and told Tommy that Steve was too much of a “Pussy“ to do it anyway.

Carol and Tommy had been dating and supposedly fucking since seventh grade while Steve, contrary to popular belief, hadn’t even kissed a girl in grade eight.

He obviously was trying to change that, going for Nicole. So when he heard her call him a “Pussy”, he had tried to proof her wrong and win her over.

Mr. Clark had gone easy on him. He hadn’t even told the principal how the pool had ended up with a slight pink tint.

“Steve, this is the third time I caught you trying to vandalize school property. This month.“, Mr. Clark had ascertained rather annoyed.

Steve had just shrugged his shoulders and had looked at his teacher like nothing in the world mattered to him but that was just an act he put on. He had a title to maintain and, if anyone found out that “the Steve Harrington” was losing his shit over a teacher finding out he was misbehaving, they certainly would call him everything in the book but “King Steve“ or anything remotely positive.

But the reason behind him freaking out internally wasn’t that he was afraid of getting sent to detention for the rest of the year. No, he was way past that point. The last time he had been sent to the principal’s office, he was told that over the next action against the school ordinance from his side, they had no other choice but suspending him.

Mr. Clark had just recapped exactly that, to the now also visibly becoming anxious Middle Schooler.

Scott Clark had then debated loudly what he should do to the rebellious kid. When Steve thought back his teacher had obviously done that to scare him shitless, which was quite funny to him now.

...

“Steve, I believe you’re a smart kid. But I wasn’t born yesterday, either. You clearly put on this act because you are frantically trying to be popular. And I guess it’s working out for you but It it really doesn’t suit you and I think you could do better like I said you’re smart and good at sports and I think you do deserve another chance.“, Mr. Clark had said, when he was done scolding Steve, still giving him a warning look though.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Clark. I promise I’ll be better.“, he blurted out so fast, he stumbled over his words.

“Oh no, Harrington, I won’t let it go that easily. I still have to punish you in some way.“, he added after Steve had apologized.

He then was silent for a few seconds, probably thinking about the lightest punishment he could get away with if anyone would have found out about this situation and questioned his methods.

“I think it would be a great idea to knock you out of the skies by making you admit and list the things you did wrong. Why you did them and if they had a positive or a negative impact on your life. Sometimes seeing one’s actions and their results laid out on the table helps to notice, which percentage are actually good things and which percentage are… well, in your case: pure stupidity. Also, we definitely need more people in the organization team for the Snowball, so I’m counting you in, Mr. Popular.“, Mr. Clark had told him sounding very pleased and a slightly gleeful with his selected punishment.

Steve was then let go and allowed to join his friends for lunch. Of course, he told them what had happened, leaving out the few rather embarrassing details.

“… and then he was like, but you still need to write this list and help to organize the snowball“, Steve impersonated Mr. Clark, in true Middle School manner.

Everything they thought was funny back then, sounded so stupid and childish now.

“A list ?“, Nicole squealed.

“I don’t know. I guess some kind of Fuck-Up-List. It was really weird.“, Steve answered, furrowing his brows.

No further explanation was needed to make the Middle Schoolers erupt into laughter.

And that was how the Fuck-Up-List was born. It was really dumb, but it became sort of a running gag in the grade. People were betting on what was on it and making their own lists.

Steve’s list was even published in the yearbook when grade nine was over and they were transferring to High School and the principal couldn’t do shit anymore.

But Steve as funny as he had fought it was, actually started taking it seriously and was still adding stuff to the list when he was a senior in High School. It had helped him a couple of times in his life.

...

And about the Nicole thing, after that, she wanted Steve or preferably King Steve more than ever.

But he had a change of heart.

He met you.

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You were the new kid in Hawkins and your teachers thought it would be a good idea to involve you in the preparations for the “Snowball”, so you could get to know the other students better. You agreed to join the team, trying to overact the fact that you hadn’t signed up for any extracurriculars yet and weren’t planning to do so either.

The team was small. It consisted of Barbara Holland her friend Ally and a guy named Reed who was just there because he swapped his two weeks of detention for throwing an empty Coke Can at Mr. Mundy, in for helping to plan the event. Although the meetings were pretty boring, you still went. You really liked Barb and her friend Nancy she sometimes brought along, Ally wasn’t that bad either and Reed… well, Reed was just a dick. But you knew his type. You had moved to Hawkins from New York. Living in Queens for the majority of your life, you knew a shit tone of people, because there were so many. A lot of them acted exactly like Reed, it felt like you copied and pasted a New Yorker, you knew to Hawkins. When you had moved here you were shocked at how small the population and the town in general were. You knew pretty much everyone at least by their names at the end of ninth grade. It was a huge change for you and it was really strange at first. You had left your friends and your accustomed surroundings behind because your parents had decided they needed a fresh start in a new town. This time together. It was doomed to fail, but you and your brother had as always no say in it.

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It was another irritatingly boring session, this time in the gym where the Snowball would take place in a few weeks. Ally was going on about some cheap, color changing fairy lights that she really wanted to incorporate in the decor as a centerpiece when the gym door opened. A boy in a black shirt and tight jeans came walking in. He had wild brown hair and brown eyes. He looked as bored and as unmotivated as you were.

“Basketball practice was canceled today, Harrington!“, Ally bitched at the boy.

You and Reed rolled your eyes and sighed in unison.

“Yeah, I know that… I’m here to help with the Snowball thing, I guess.“, he said kind of reluctant.

“Oh, thank god, man. I thought I had to die of boredom in this hell of glitter and fairy lights.“, the copy and paste New Yorker said relieved.

“Jesus! No need to get religious up in here, this committee looks scary enough.“, your new member chuckled.

The joke was really bad, but you still had to laugh. He came closer to the group. “Reed, Ally, Barbara“, he bowed down, smiling,“It’s a pleasure to join you.“

Ally gave him a death stare, but he ignored it and looked over at you, his eyes getting wider, he snapped his fingers and then pointed at you. “Oh, my! A new face in Hawkins, I’m actually shocked. No one moved here since…Well, since I was born, I guess.“, he laughed.

“Weird, because that statement doesn’t shock me at all.“, you said with an ironic tone in your voice.

He smiled and stretched his hand out to shake yours.

“I’m Steve Harrington.“

“Y/N Henderson“, you replied shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N!”, he said looking directly into your, Y/E/C eyes, a gentle smile on his lips.

If you had known back then that Steve was convinced from that moment on, that your eyes were the most beautiful ones he had seen and would ever see, melting at the thought of getting to stare into them for hours, your relationship might have gone in a completely different direction.

But that was how it all started. Your friendship, everything you were going to go through together in the future and lots of unspoken and maybe some undefined feelings.

“Quit flirting you two! We got some shit to do!“, Ally yelled after she had eyed your interaction.

Steve just laughed but your cheeks flushed bright red. You weren’t sure why but that had never happened around anyone else. Not like that. In the few following weeks, you noticed quickly that everything was a little bit different between you and Steve Harrington.

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Steve stood up from his bed.

He felt his stomach turn and he rushed to the bathroom.

Also barely making it to the sink.

Also throwing up.

But obviously for a completely different reason than you had.

He as well, was sitting on his bathroom floor for a while. The room was a mess. He shouldn’t have left his own party early but he couldn’t have stayed after what had happened. It was like a switch had flipped to pure chaos, not only in him, also in everyone else that had attended his party. After his little speach people went nuts. There was a lamp in the bathtub, someone had punched in the mirror, there were wet clothes in his shower, a bottle of beer was shattered on the floor and someone had written a famous Billy Joel lyric on the door with what he assumed was lipstick.

“She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes.

And she only reveals what she wants you to see.

She hides like a child.“

When he read it he thought about you. How you looked at him last night. Your eyes said everything, you didn’t. It was like you had stabbed him in the heart and when you had turned around guilt trickled over him and he felt the worst he ever had. He knew he deserved it, though. He had screwed up big time.

He hadn’t been able to endure this feeling and he knew he had to leave this house. He was emotionally weak at the moment, which had triggered the situation he had gotten himself in, in the first place.

He had pushed through the masses to his front door, throwing the black blazer he had been wearing earlier over his shoulder and just left. The same black blazer he had worn when Nancy Wheeler told him, she didn’t love him, a few weeks prior on the night of Halloween. He thought that he couldn’t ever feel more pain than in the moment those words had left her lips, but he proofed himself wrong. He felt so horrible about what he had done. The only thing that had been able to calm him down was this fucking bottle of Vodka, he had woken up next to. He felt sick again at the thought.

“Uhh“, he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face and cringing at himself, “I’m such an asshole!“, he mumbled.

...

Meanwhile, Billy Hargrove had arrived at the Harrington Residence, Tommy H. following close behind him. He was the one who told Billy who had taken his keys.

“So she gave them your little sister… who then gave them to your old man?“ Tommy said dumbfounded.

Billy turned around and aggressively shoved his pointer finger in Tommy’s face, “She’s not my fucking sister!“

Tommy just started squinting at Billy’s finger. He really wasn’t the brightest.

Billy looked at him confusion in his features before he quickly dropped his finger.

“It doesn’t matter how it happened anyway! The problem here is that the bitch took my keys. She disrespected me and my property and now I’m gonna have to take something from her. That’s just how this works.“ Billy said with a sadistic smile on his lips.

“But Dude, you were pretty wasted last night. You would probably have crashed your car if she didn’t take them. Shouldn’t you… I don’t know… like, thank her?“ Tommy interposed. Probably the smartest thing that had ever left Tommy’s lips but Billy did not share that opinion.

“Don’t be stupid Tommy!“, Billy said growing angrier.

He had just put the key in the lock of his Camaro when the front door of the house opened and a sick looking Steve Harrington rushed out. He furrowed his brows at Billy and Tommy but didn’t give them much more attention.

“Hey, Harrington!“, Billy yelled,“You seem to really have a knack for scaring women away, don’t you?“

Steve had already passed them and was about to get in his car when Billy’s yelling reached him. Everyone had seen, what had happened between the two of you last night and everyone knew what happened between Steve and Nancy four weeks ago. Billy was obviously trying to tear that wound open again but failed.

Steve didn’t even bother to turn around, he just flipped the two clowns off and responded with a simple, “Just eat it, Hargrove!“, before getting into his BMW and driving off.

...

Steve was late. Before the unpleasant interaction with Billy, he had dragged himself into the kitchen, stumbling over the aftermath of his party, to take some Advil. He had remembered that he agreed to pick Dustin up from the Byers place at 1:30 pm. He had almost forgotten that you had asked him yesterday, saying something about your car being in the shop. Of course, he had agreed. He really liked your brother, they were basically attached at the hip since the end of October. You weren’t exactly sure why, but you were glad that Dustin finally had a male influence in his life. Your father was never there to talk to him about this “Teenage Boy Stuff“ and he certainly was not a good role model.

Steve arrived at the Byers house five minutes late, Dustin already waiting for him outside, looking sulky.

“You’re late!“, the boy declared when he got into the expensive car.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I was cleaning up at home and forgot to check the time.“, Steve lied.

The boy didn’t make any more remarks, turning his head to look outside. Steve was staring at the back of his signature baseball cap and understood the sign, starting the car with a sigh.

It was really quiet for minutes and Steve’s was growing more and more nervous with every mile he came closer to your house. He was thinking about you and how he could make anything he had said last night better. His emotional weakness was showing once again when he turned on the radio trying to drown his thoughts in the music. He was bopping his head around to the sound of “Beat it” by Micheal Jackson while Dustin was watching the pageant for while, soon deciding enough was enough and switching off the radio, looking at the completely surprised teenager in the driver’s seat.

“So, are you gonna tell me what you did to my sister last night? Or do I have to cope with this-“, he stopped to point at Steve motioning his hand around in a circle before finishing his sentence, “-for the next ten minutes.“

Steve’s mouth fell open, his eyes were wandering around between the curly haired boy and the road. He ran one hand through his hair, “I didn’t do… I-I“, he bit his lip and let it slip out from in between his gritted teeth again. He sighed. “I’m an asshole“, he said, this time not to himself, but to the boy next to him who was patiently awaiting his answer. And so Steve laid his entire heart out in front of your brother. He told him everything. From what happened last night to the undefined feelings he had, had towards you since Middle School.

“Dude!“, Dustin yelled, “You’re a fucking idiot!“

“Yeah... Believe me, I know!“, Steve stated.

“I don’t know how you want to fix this but you better think of something in light speed“, Dustin said as they were pulling onto your driveway.

Steve stopped the car and started fiddling with his hands while staring outside with an empty gaze. Dustin looked at him shaking his head since Steve didn’t move an inch. He opened the car door and walked towards your house. When Dustin was on the porch, Steve finally snapped out of it. “Wait!“, he screamed, now fiddling with his seat belt.

He had just reached the door and was standing next to Dustin when you opened

“Hey, Dusty“, you said in a soft tone. Dustin just shook his head and walked past you. You did not ask what was going on, thinking it probably had something to do with the boy in front of you.

So you were just standing there, leaning against the door frame and crossing your arms over your chest. You furrowed your brows and looked at the gatecrasher reproachfully.

You were wearing a huge hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans. Your Y/H/C hair was still wet since you had showered about five times, feeling like you had to wash Billy’s touch off somehow.

Steve ignored your expression and asked, “Can we talk?“

You took in a deep breath and were about to shake your head and shut the door in his face, but your escape plan was interrupted.

“For fuck’s sake, just go talk to him Y/N!“, a determined voice said, behind you.

You glared at your brother who was holding his hands up, like you were about to shoot him and then turned around to stare at Steve, in the same way, expecting him to piss off. But he didn’t.

“Can I come in?“ he asked, uncertain of how you would react.

The two of you had been best friends for almost five years and yet Steve hadn’t been in your house once. He had often picked you up, but he had never set foot over your doorstep and you weren’t ready to change that, especially now. You didn’t know if he really meant what he had said and if that meant your friendship was over. You didn’t let your best friend, your favorite person in the entire world gain an insight on your home life, so you surely wouldn’t let in a boy who had just torn your mental stability into shreds.

“No“, you said sternly.

Steve at that point thought it was over, that he would never get to talk to you again. But to his relief, you added sighing, “Wait here. I’ll be out in five.“

The door slammed shut. Steve’s head fell back, his eyes closed, head now tilted towards the sky he felt relief rush through his body. He was given a chance to explain himself and he was going to use it.

“Harrington.“, a calm, familiar voice spoke up from behind him.

He turned around to face the man who was slowly walking up the stairs.

“Um, hey.“, he greeted him, confused to why he was there.

...

Insight a fight had broken loose.

“… because you need to give him a chance to explain himself. Why are you so angry?“, your brother whispered in a harsh tone.

“I’m angry because it is my choice when I want to talk to him about what happened and not yours. You don’t need to be involved in every mess in my life!“, you whispered back, also harshly.

“I’m not involved in any of your messes“, your brother now hissed. You turned around trying to shush him with just a look, but that only made him yell louder, “You don’t tell me anything! I don’t know where the hell our mother is and why she left and I also don’t know what dad is doing, that you’re so fucking frightened of him!” He had screamed the last part of his sentence.

You stood there shocked. You were missing words. Steve definitely must have heard that, standing outside and you weren’t able to cope with your brother confronting you right now.

There was a sudden knock on the front door and the noise seemed to have reactivated your Broca’s area.

“We’ll talk later“, you told your brother who was now staring at you angrily and grabbed your scarf before opening the door

“Steve, I told you I would be out in fi-“, you stopped mid-sentence when you looked up and your eyes didn’t meet Steve.

“Hopper?“, Dustin asked as confused as you looked.

Hopper smiled at Dustin and looked back at you.

“I found your car.“, he said.

Your heart dropped. You felt jangly and loose inside.

You nodded, remembering that you had informed him that Andrew Henderson had left with your black Ford Escort. He had come by your workplace, the Radio Shack claiming he’d forgotten his jacket in your car when he had made you drive him to the bar the night before. You did not trust him and wouldn’t give him your keys at first, till he threatened to make a scene in the shop and get you fired. So you gave in since you needed to keep your job and you knew he could get you fired in seconds. A few minutes later, you saw your car driving south. And you knew he was gone again. In his opinion, you were overreacting when it came to him disappearing. That it was a little dramatic to call Hopper to come look for him after he had been missing for three months.

And he had really let you feel just how angry he was, when he had returned from god knows where because his daughter had embarrassed him in front of the chief and made it look like he was a bad father. Your ribs and back hurt for weeks after this incident.

So this time you had sent Jim Hopper to just find your car which apparently had been successful.

“Woah, Woah, Woah!, Steve said baffled, “You told me your car was in the shop.“

“You think you and your brother could come with? We should talk.“, Hopper said completely ignoring Steve.

You gulped but nodded in agreement. You turned around to look at your brother. Dustin looked back at you with a worried expression. You rubbed his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “Can you go get your jacket and my Walkman?“

“Yeah, okay…“, he said still not sounding convinced, but turning to get it.

You stepped outside and pulled the door shut behind you. Dustin was still insight searching for your walkman. Hopper interpreted you distracting your brother right and told you, “I also found your dad.“

“Okay“, you breathed out, cutting him off before he could say more in front of Steve.

The door behind you opened again and your little brother stepped outside holding your walkman in one hand and his baseball cap in the other. You smiled at him and brought an arm around his shoulders, leading him towards the police car past an upset Steve Harrington.

“Y/N! What is going on?“ Steve said following you to the car.

“We’ll talk tomorrow Steve. Please, just go home.“, you interrupted him pleadingly.

“Y/N, I-“, he stammered, but you shut the passenger door and turned away from him.

When he realized you couldn’t hear him anymore, he stopped talking and just stood there, as he watched Hopper’s Chevrolet K5 Blazer pull out of the driveway, wondering what the hell was going on. ✧

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