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treat you better - cedric diggory x fem!reader (part 4: the finale)

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a/n: dear reader, thank you so much for following this series - i never imagined you would like it so much. i hope you enjoy this final fic, and please do reblog if yes! i’m sad to leave ceddie and harry, but i like how i've ended it :)

The morning after Cedric’s surprise party, you’re woken up by the soft sunlight streaming in through the huge windows of the Hufflepuff common room. Lifting your head up, you hear Cedric grumble, arms tightening around you. The scene feels so cozy that you don’t want to return to reality - but there’s a Herbology midterm coming up, and you’ve never been a natural at the subject, unlike a certain Hufflepuff. And so, you begin extricating yourself from Cedric’s embrace, which is no easy feat.

“How’s it feel to be seventeen, Ceddie?”

You get a groan in response.

“Alright, alright, then you stay put, but I’ve got to go study. I’m not a genius like you,” you tease, squirming in your efforts to slide out of his grasp.

“‘M not a genius, Y/N/N. You help me all the time. Don’t go, I know you’re ready for it, you don’t need anymore studying,” comes a sleepy protest. 

“Mm… thank you for your confidence, but I assure you I am not in the least prepared. And what is all this bad advice coming from a prefect,” you raise an eyebrow, before finally slipping out of Cedric’s arms, and standing up immediately to avoid being pulled back in. 

You feel the loss of Cedric’s warmth around your shoulders, and it weakens your resolve far more than it should, so you figure you need to leave as soon as possible, before grey eyes melt you into a puddle and back into his chest.

“Oh, fine. Leave me right after spending the night,” Cedric jokes, fully awake at last. He chuckles at the flush on your cheeks from this statement, and dodges your hit to his arm. “Just kidding, darling. Thank you for the party. Now go do what you have to do, I know you’re a busy girl.”

You smile softly, before tiptoeing up to ruffle his hair, and turn to leave. The gray eyes don’t leave you until you’re fully out of sight.

******

Climbing through the portrait hole, you see Ron and Harry sitting on the carpeted floor in front of the hearth, playing Wizard’s Chess, and Hermione engrossed in a book on the nearby couch. The scene is so familiar and comforting that it brings an involuntary smile to your face, before you wipe it off, the fight replaying in your head. 

Ron is the first to see you, freezing mid-check, and gives a weak wave. Harry turns, and so does Hermione, with the former also stiffing up, and the latter offering a sweet smile. Hermione then looks back, and, finding the two boys silent, rolls her eyes, and jerks her head in your direction, glaring at them.

Spurned, Ron and Harry stand up, and walk over, looking so dejected that you almost feel sorry for them.

“Y/N - it’s nice to see you again,” Ron begins, his expression sheepish. Harry nods to echo the sentiment.

“We just wanted to apologize for that night. For the mean things we said. None of it was true, and it was of no fault on your end,” Ron confesses.

Your eyes soften, and give him a pat on the shoulder, “thanks Ronnie. And I expect you’ve said the same to ‘Mione?” giving him a pointed look, to which he nods fervently. At this, you offer a smile at last, and seeing this, Ron seems to realize he’s forgiven.

“I’ll give you two some space then,” he says, guiding Hermione away, and leaving Harry alone with you in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Harry gestures for you to sit, and the two of you settle in on the carpet.

“Y/N/N - I’m really, honestly sorry. I had no right to say what I said, and I’ve felt horrid about it every day since then. I know you’ll always have my back, and some Yule Ball date would never change that. I hope you’ll forgive me,” the black haired boy finally blurts, the words spilling out of him.

Your resolve crumbles. I mean, this is Harry. One of your best friends. You could never stay mad at him, no matter how much he messes up. It’s like he said: you have each other’s backs. So you lean forward and hug him, breathing in the smell of broom polish and treacle toffee that you had missed incredibly, feeling the boy physically relax into your touch.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Harry chimes, as you pull out of the hug.

“Yes, I do. And I hope you’re okay with that,” you share, crimson spilling onto your cheeks.

Harry nods, a grin spreading across his face, “I am, really. I know I acted in jealousy at the ball, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt romantically towards you - not that you’re unlikeable, you know, just -”

You laugh out loud, cutting him off, and offer a nod, “I get it, don’t stress yourself out, mate.”

He nods in relief, “you’re my best friend, Y/N/N, and that’s it. I love our relationship, and I do not want it to ever change.”

You nod, feeling better than you have in nearly a month.

Ron and Hermione choose that exact moment to enter the room, the guilt of eavesdropping written on their faces. But you’re far too happy to care - the gang’s back together.

******

Over the next month, life returns to normal, or rather, a new normal. Hermione is hanging out with Krum as much as possible, to make the most of their time together before the tournament ends and he returns to Durmstrang. You don’t see her nearly as much anymore, but it’s understandable. 

Instead, you spend your days either studying out on the greens with Harry and Ron, or hanging out with Cedric, going to Hogsmeade’s various little cafes.

The second tournament task comes along, and you, Hermione, and Ron are pulled into the headmaster’s office then sent to the bottom of the Black Lake. When you awake, Cedric is treading water to keep the two of you above the lake, and you’re quickly pulled out and given a warm towel. Since Cedric finished first, the two of you rest in the champion seating section, and the boy keeps asking you if you’re okay, despite your fervent exclamations that you’re probably doing better than he is.

His friends soon surround him, arriving with endless teasing about how you’re the person “he’ll sorely miss,” and Cedric flushes scarlet at their words, refusing to meet your eyes. Eventually, he manages to shove them all away, and looks down to see you grinning.

“Ced, just so you know, I would’ve sorely missed you too,” you admit, before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

Suddenly, Cedric could care less about his friends. He feels warm and dry and cozy, not a trace of the Black Lake’s eeriness on his mind.

******

A few weeks later, and it’s your birthday. Cedric had wracked his brain for ways to top your surprise party for him, and enlisted the help of the trio to do so. Hermione contributed all your likes and dislikes: she knew you like the back of her hand; Ron got Fred and George to put together a little sparkler show for you, and Harry was in charge of inviting all your closest friends.

The day of, you wake up to Cedric’s voice, before he gives you five minutes to pick an outfit, then promptly blindfolds you and leads you out to the courtyard, where the cutest picnic party had been set up. You laugh in delight, ecstatic, and after a quick kiss for Ced, rush over to meet up with your friends. 

As you catch up over drinks with them, two boys, one Gryffindor, one Hufflepuff, are standing a distance away, both looking at you with slight smiles.

Soon, the sky is darkening and the party growing more and more uproarious. You spin around to see Harry and Cedric talking, and grin. Strolling over, you place an arm around each. Cedric kisses your hair, and you give Harry a tight hug.

“Thank you for all of this,” you say, “seriously. I’ve never been happier.”

Before they can reply: you were never one for cheesy emotions, you (forcibly) pull them toward the karaoke machine, where Ron and Hermione are singing their hearts out.

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A Ghost Of A Man (PART SIX)

Summary: The reader has to make an important decision, will she listen to the old lady's words and follow through on the mysterious way to save Tommy's life?

Warnings: Language, supernatural themes

" I hate him" were the first words that came out of your mouth as you stood outside the old lady's door, unspent tears filling your eyes.

"Oh my dear, come on, come on in" she said knowing you could only be talking about one man." Sit down my lovely, I will make you some tea" she said as she guided you to a small sofa in front of a burning fire.

Sitting down on her floral cushions you looked into the crackling flames, your hands now slowly warming up from the heat of the orange glow.

" Did you walk here?" The old lady said as she sat down next to you handing you a cup of warm tea.

" I missed my bus" you said tearfully, as you took the hot porcelain cup from her. Tea you thought to yourself, the go to remedy for all British emotional ailments, offered immediately when one is in turmoil, it's effectiveness completely useless on you, if only she had something stronger.

" What happened dear?"

" I don't know" you answered, still confused about the nights events. " I went back to the abandoned offices.. I've been visiting Tommy almost everyday ever since, everything had been going fine until tonight" you added as you started to brush away the tears." He was in a mood not long after I got there. Then I told him I had found some information that could help him for when he goes back. And that's when everything changed. He got so angry" you tearfully said as you rubbed one of your sore arms.

" He hurt you?" She asked watching you soothe yourself.

" He was furious with me... I, I don't think he realised how hard he was grabbing my arms" you replied unknowingly defending his actions.

A look of surprise flashed across the elderly ladies face only to be quickly replaced by one of fury, she was deeply angered by Tommy's actions.

" I am so sorry dear, I never thought he would... she said unable to finish her sentence as she let out a defeated sigh. " You have grown close to eachother?" She asked as she took your hand in hers.

" We have...well I mean, I thought we had" you said as you felt comforted by her gentle touch. " I wanted to help him, he took it so wrong. He said that I didn't want him to come back, but that's not true... I don't want him to go" you said completely breaking down, your emotions overtaking you. Sighing the elderly lady held your hand tighter.

" Tommy is a difficult man to deal with at the best of times" she said as she looked out the window into the night sky. " I'm not defending his behaviour dear, but there could be reason why he acted the way he did tonight" she added as she motioned at you to look out the window. "A full moon lights up the sky" she said as she watched you look out the window, confusion on your face as you tried to figure out what she was referring too"

" A full moon?" You questioned not understanding the correlation.

" We are closely connected to the lunar cycle" she said "Spirits even more. During a full moon emotions, feelings, dreams are all amplified. It's powerful in gypsy magic" she added as her aging finger pointed out the window. "The veil between our world and the spirit world is thinner, it leaves room for us to practice the unknown"

" His emotions and feelings. Feelings about what?" You asked naively.

" About you" she said with a smile.

" That man has no feelings" you said defiantly as you took a sip of tea, swallowing it harshly. Darting your eyes across the room you attempted to avoid her stare as she continued to smile at you. She knew you shared those same feelings that had begun to develope in Tommy, whether you had realised it yourself yet, she did not know.

" He will be going back tonight " she said as she looked back at the window patting your hand then letting go as she held onto her necklace." Would you still help him, if you could?" she asked as she stood up and walked over to the old cupboard picking up a black and white photo of a young girl.

" It's too late" you said as you watched her brush her fingers over the picture.

" What if I told you, you could go back?"

" I don't understand" you said as you furrowed your brow.

" Do you remember the first time you was here, I asked if you believed?" She questioned you as she placed the photo frame back down.

" Yes" you quietly responded.

" And now you do?" She asked turning to face you. You shifted in your seat nodding. You did believe, how could you not anymore.

" We are gypsy, Tommy goes back through the use of gypsy magic. You could too? She said sitting back down next to you.

" Go back where?" You asked, feeling increasingly baffled.

" Back to him. Back to 1922?"

A small laugh escaped your lips " What?" You scoffed in confusion as you stood up from the sofa " Look, the realm maybe thin and easily manipulated for him, but I'm not a gypsy, I'm not dead!" you said crossing your arms looking bewildered. Ghosts, spirits the supernatural you had begun to believe, but time travel... this was starting to get ridiculous.

" Gypsy or not, it does not matter. You are connected to him, your souls intertwined. Both drawn to eachother through time and space, don't you feel it...he does" she said standing up as she urgently tried to get to you.

" Look, this has been interesting. Thank you for the tea and for the welcome but I should really get going" you said sighing with laughter, tired having had enough of the disastrous day. " Connected, intertwined" you mumbled under your breath as you walked to the front entrance.

" That gold pocket watch in your coat pocket, connects you" she said reaching her hand out to you just as you went to open her front door. Turning around your eyes widened as you put your hand into your coat pocket, swallowing harshly as you grabbed hold of the small watch. " You need to go back to him Y/N, your running out of time" she said pressingly in fear that you would walk out the door.

" H..how, do you know i have his watch, how do you know my name?" you stuttered out. Walking to you she cupped your face in her hands.

" I have known you my whole life" she said as tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

" Who are you? " You said as you narrowed your eyes. Smiling she let go of your cheeks.

"You don't have much time left Y/N, you need to help him, Tommy needs you. If you don't go to him everythi..." she said panicking, unable to finish her sentence, as she started to lose her balance. Alarmed you quickly held her up, and walked her to the round table in the middle of the room. You held her hand watching the worry in her eyes as she quietly wept. Her words were urgent, like her whole life her whole being depended on it. You felt so sorry for the frail elderly lady that sat before you, her state of distress evidently your fault.

It was morning when you eventually stepped out the old lady's home. You ended up falling asleep on her sofa. You insisted on staying, you was worried about her, worried she would have another dizzy spell. You felt unbelievably guilty that you had been the one to cause her to feel so much distress. She told you what to do the words to say, you politely nodded reassuring her that it was ok, and to not worry. But you could tell she was scared, scared you wouldn't listen to her that you didn't believe her, she repeated the instructions to you over and over again until they were engraved into your memory, insisting that you only had until sunset, the veil being at its thinnest until darkness covered the sky once more.

Walking away from the old ladies house you felt dazed, you didn't know where to go or what to do. If she was right if you could go back to help, did you even want to? He frightened you last night more than he ever had, what had gone so wrong? Walking along the roads you found yourself heading back into town, all of a sudden you recognised where you was. Turning the corner you looked up at the old abandoned offices, you was back. What if she was wrong, what if he was still there, you felt an unbearable urge to find out. Slipping through the fences you apprehensively opened the large wooden door. Taking a deep breath you started walking up the stairs.

" Tommy" you called out as you walked into the empty room. " Tommy!" You called out once again. No response. You nervously walked over to his office, opening the door you frantically scanned the room. His leather chair empty, the smell of tobacco and whiskey no longer filled the voided space, the chilling coldness in the air absent. He was gone. For a moment you just stood there as you looked out the window, your eyes filling with tears as you pulled at your coat sleeves trying to comfort yourself. You may have entered his world and turned it upside down, but he had done just the same to you. Sunlight filled the room as you leaned against the wall, you watched as dust particles floated through the rays of light. Looking down at the old wooden desk something caught your eye as it shined in the glistening sunlight. Walking closer you recognised it immediately. Laying delicately on the old wood was your gold locket. Gasping, you picked it up, tightening your grip around it. He had left it, left it there for you. As tears rolled down your cheeks you opened your hand and looked down at the delicate little locket nestled in your palm, in that moment it felt like time had stopped, your thoughts forever turning like the dials of a clock, until, all of a sudden your feet acting faster than your brain had you walking rapidly to the stairs and out the building. You didn't know if what the old lady said was going to work, you didn't even know if it was true, but you had nothing to lose, you was going to try to go back, back to 1922, back to Tommy.

You figured you had everything you needed already with you, so, you made your way to the location the elderly lady told you to go. Walking along the street you caught your reflection in a window and stopped. You may have looked ok for 2023 but you hardly looked like someone from a hundred years ago. Turning around you headed straight into Birmingham city center. You needed to find an outfit that would not have you sticking out like a sore thumb in Small Heath 1922. With that in mind you made your way to a charity shop in hope to find something more appropriate to wear. You didn't have time to waste so you quickly searched through a rack of clothes. You pulled out a long cotton maroon skirt. You was in luck because the next hanger had its matching jacket. You had a white embroidered blouse at home that you could wear underneath, one less thing for you to worry about. Deciding to forgo a hat, all you needed now was a pair of boots and a bag. After paying, you rushed to an antique shop you often visited in your free time. Heading to the back where they stocked all items of clothing, you browsed through box after box of shoes. Finally, you fell upon a pair of black boots that laced up at the front, one size to small it was going to be an uncomfortable squeeze but you didn't have any other option, picking them up you walked over to the bags. One caught your eye straight away. It was beautiful, dark red with embroidered black flowers, a silver link chain finishing it off. Not even looking at the price you picked it up and made your way to the front desk. Just as you did you walked past a small bag of money, opening it up you realised it was a bag of king George shillings, today's money would be useless in the 1920s, so with that in mind you picked it up and added it to the pile of items already in your arm. Antiques are expensive and you waited patiently cringing internally as the shop worker totaled everything up for you. After paying, you walked out the shop door groaning at the extortionate price you had just paid for three items, you begrudgingly dragged yourself to the bus stop to make your way back home.

Sheepishly walking into your living room you expected to see your friend, but she wasn't there. She must have stayed over a Uni friends house for the night. You felt so guilty that you hadn't texted or called her last night to tell her you wouldn't make it. Pulling out a piece of paper and pen from the kitchen draw you started to write her a note, telling her how sorry you was, and that you would be going away for a while to clear your head. You couldn't exactly tell her your real plan, she would think you had truly lost it. Folding it in half you placed it on the kitchen table as you made your way to your bedroom to get ready. You left your black tights on from the night before and pulled on a white slip that you had found in your cupboard draw. While putting the rest of your clothes on you caught a glimpse of one of your arms. Tommy's red hand print visible on your pale delicate skin, a grim reminder of the night before, sighing you sat down to put your boots on. Not knowing what to do with your hair and now regretting not buying a hat you opened up your vanity draw and pulled out a black ribbon, tying half your hair up with it. Gingerly you walked over to your mirror. " My god, I look like my Nan" you said as you stared wide-eyed at your reflection. Turning around you picked up the small embroidered hand bag and placed the bag of shillings, your gold locket, Tommy's watch and the paper of information on Campbell inside. Walking over to the front door you stopped half-way. " Fuck, I can't go out looking like this" you said aloud running back to your room to throw your long black coat on.

In the bus on your way back to Small Heath, your worries were consuming you. What if this didn't work? What if it did work and Tommy pushed you away again? You had left on such a bad note, what if he was still angry with you? You swallowed sharply as your interlocked your sweaty hands, all of a sudden you had the urge to get off the bus and run back home, your nerves starting to get the better of you, but it was too late.

"Small heath" the conductor called out, startling you. After a few minutes you made your way to the front of the bus.

" Goodbye " you said as you stepped of the bus looking back at him like he was the last person you would see from the modern world ever again. Frowning at the odd girl now standing outside his bus, the conductor closed the doors and drove off, as you made your way down the street.

The roads were quiet this side of Small Heath, turning the corner you saw the panel for where you needed to be. " Small Heath Cemetery". Fitting, you thought when the elderly lady first told you your destination, you couldn't help but think you was going to your death. Her reasoning was, it was the quietest place in town, you didn't want to end up appearing in someone's front room all of a sudden while they were having their dinner. Walking up the hill you slowly opened the rusty metal gate as you then made your way up the the graveled path. You looked up at the graying sky above you, the swaying leafless branches creaking in the wind set your senses alive as you listened intently. Stopping you started to feel sick, something didn't feel right, you felt like someone was watching you. Glancing around at the eerie setting, you watched as dried leaves tumbled along the ground, slowly coming together in a heap alongside a large gray tombstone. All of a sudden the metal gate swung open crashing against the fence next to it, startling you. Turning around you expected to see someone there, but the path was empty. A large gust of wind then passed through you, pushing you forward further up to the top of the cemetery..." Go child" you heard a woman whisper in your ear in a voice you did not recognise, you spun around panicked, something was here. Stumbling you walked forward, clutching your coat around you as heat rose in your fearful face. You came to a stop as you took out Tommy's pocket watch from your bag. A chill encircled you, someone was walking around you observing your every move, waiting for you to take the next step. With shaking hands you took off your long black coat and placed it behind an old wooden bench. Holding Tommy's watch in your hand you tried to turn the small knob, but your uncontrollable shivering was making the task impossible, that was until you felt a cold pressure over your thumb, you watched on in astonishment, as the dials under the glass turned the time to 19h22, what was happening?, was it Tommy?...it couldn't be, it was a woman's voice you heard. You tried to remember the words the old lady told you, but your fear and nerves of whatever was beside you was making you uneasy. "Take me there to where I wish..." you heard the gentle voice whisper once again. Snapping your heard up to nothing you started to panic, was your mind playing tricks on you in your altered state of fear? Swallowing harshly you closed your eyes and thought of Tommy, in a shaky voice you said the words,

"Take me there to where I wish, I give my hand, I won't resist.

Withhold my soul and deliver me forth, to a time from once before.

Now heed these words, and hear me clear, send me back to whom i hold so dear"

A flash of light appeared in front of your eyes. A woman was standing before you, her dark curled hair pinned up away from her face, a fur coat covering her shoulders. Your eyes focused in as you started to make out her features, before you could move closer she reached out her hand and pushed you backwards onto the grass...

" Go to him "

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Laserhawk!Rayman x Reader

A/n: Okay, I couldn't help myself and write this down. I've been thinking about this idea for a while now. I've been not going to any airports for such a long time, forvgive me if I made a mistake. This is not the special for 300 followers so you know~👀

I am sorry if there is any typo mistakes. I wrote the end in a rush 😭

Summery; You and Rayman trying to go to your arranged hotel peacfully.

Warnings: cursing, guns.

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Hotel

"We are sorry but you can't go through unless you show us a proof that you are infact his manager. Rayman doesn't seem to be very aware of your presence either. If you are lying--"

You growled, "What do you mean I can't go through?! Didn't I just tell you that I was Rayman's manager?" You were angry alright. You could see Rayman from your point against the few guards in front of you. He was surrounded by young kids. My god. Why would there be so many children at the airport at this hour anyway? Now how were you going to convince these fuckers? You didn't want to have to deal with these jerks in the middle of the airport with a bunch of luggage. It was too late at night for that.

"I'm not lying! I can't find my cards and information, they must be in Rayman's bag. At least let me call out to him-" you were stopped by them once again. Normally this wouldn't be such a problem, but you were experiencing this because they found a few... unapproved items on you. To be more specific, weapons. They slowly advanced towards you, making clear their guns precence to you. They weren't pointing it at you... yet. You frowned. It was a warning.

You glared and slowly spoke for them in your own warning tone, calmly stepping back and slightly raising your hands in the air, "I'm his bodyguard. Okay? That's why I keep them with me. At all times. You never know... what might happen any moment." You didn't want to cause a scene here right now. You reminded yourself that you are in the middle of an airport with a lot of bystanders and especially children around you.

"A second ago, you said you were a manager. When did that change? I'm sorry, but I think you're just trying to get out of trouble, but that won't work. We have no reason to believe you. Now come with us without making a scene." You were trying so hard for this right now.

"I'm doing both! I'm telling the truth. Just lemme--" You couldn't keep your calm any longer as they were coming towards you like a truck, and you wouldn't stood still staring like a deer, you couldn't do that. There was a great injustice here and you were definitely can't stand it. You called out to Rayman one last time before you could do anything wrong. If he didn't have your phone, you would have called him already. "RAYMAN, COME HERE Damn it!" you shouted but in vain, it was impossible for him to hear your voice over all the noise, you just hoped he would notice your absence. Right away.

Luckily, Rayman finally managed to notice your absence before security could do anything. You might have laughed if you weren't so tired at the look on his face when his eyes caught your figure. You gestured for him to come here immediately. Now. He looked so scared by your expression that you could have laughed at that. He ran over to you as he apologized to the kids, "Hey, hey! They're with me!" He quickly took out his card and showed it to them with a polite smile.

You rolled your eyes when they were finally convinced to let you in. Rayman helped you carry the luggages. He apologized to you several times as you stared ahead listlessly.

"I thougt you were right behind me! I forget that I was the one carrying your cards! I am really sorry."

You huffed in defeat, "No, it's fine, kids come first." You chuckled tiredly, "It was my fault I should have been the one carrying them in the first place. Whatever let's just catch the plane before they leave without us." You glance at your wrist. "We are only minutes away, god those fuckers took all our time. I suggest we start running." And you did just that, alerting Rayman along with it.

He start running along with you, "Hey, no need to rush Mr/Miss OCPD! We can always buy tickets for another one for today."

"Today? You mean tomorrow?" You scoffed. It was nearly midnight. "I don't want to stay up all night. It's already too late, let's just go. Also I don't have a Obsessive whatever personality disorder, I am just punctual. All my jobs are planned and need to be in time. Especially yours! Do you know how much pain in the ass would be for me if you miss something?! God, Eden would kill me." It's not even like they pay you good for your every success. It wasn't yours it was his success.

He was out of breath from the long, fast, non-stop run, as if you were going to get a reward at the end of it, but he still let out a laugh. But you were going to do whatever it took to get the job done, "Sure. You are a people-pleaser--" he start counting as you rolled your eyes.

"Look who is talking."

"You have Anxiety, obsession, probably dyspraxia too."

"Okay now you are going too far, you jerk. I am completaly a normal person trying to live a normal life. How normal it could be as long as I am stuck with you Mr. Rayman. The man who sheds light in the darkness."

"I'm taking this as a compliment."

The two of you were finally able to board the plane before it took off. You wanted to say that you could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but your clumsiness didn't quite allow it and continued to be a pain in the ass for you.

"You should be happy that we got the best seats. Because I am! Do you think we could see some nice view when we are up above? I heard the weather will be clear tonight." He daydreamed as he looked outside of the window with the biggest grin you ever saw on him.

"Yeah, sure whatever." You grumbled as you tried to push your suitcase into the compartment above your seat. You were obviously struggling but eventually managed to get it inside and quickly closed the compartment with anger and impatience. And finally sat down next to Rayman with a sigh, you can relax a bit now. Your body ached from all the things you were carrying and running around so much causing your frown to deepend.

You give a real remark to his previous statement, "How nice of Eden to be such a gentleman and give us the money for two tickets first-class plane. Unlike the last time..." You scoffed.

Finally deciding to look at you, he took his eyes off the window and turned to you, already aware of your discomfort and exhaustion and hoping to finally address it gently, muttering, "Hey, how about you relax a bit? We've got a four-hour flight. Sleep could do you good. You look like you've been up all night for three days straight. You're much crankier than usual. And you definitely need makeup. For your under eyes." He nervously eyed you.

You rolled your eyes at that, suppressing a sudden yawn appeared in your chest at the mention of sleep, "What a coincidence. How did you know? I've been working and writing non-stop for three days. Trying to get your work done."

He turned to you with a warm smile and a bit of embarrassment, "Hey, you're a lifesaver, okay? But I'm serious. Sleep. I'll wake you up when we land. Don't worry about me or yourself. If anyone tries anything, I have something up my sleeve too." He whispered with a grin and whinked.

"How reassuring. But you're right. I really need some sleep." You needed to gather your strength and mind for tomorrow. You couldn't be this anxious and stressed. Nor this lose and tired. You sighed in defeat and turned onto your side. He didn't say anything and you didn't need to hear any more.

You've been working all your life to get what you want to be like the majority. You always wanted to be able to make a change for the world. Working with Eden wasn't your biggest dream, in fact, quite the opposite. You hated them. But you had no choice. And you were forced to do this. But if it would make a difference, you would even be willing to die. You followed Rayman wherever he went, in a way you became his bodyguard. It didn't take long for you to receive that title from Eden. It had become official, and frankly, it made your job a lot easier. The fact that you knew how to fight was a bonus to them and a reason to use you. But after meeting Rayman and becoming his manager, something changed... He always manages to get into trouble, even if you don't know how, but you were always there to save him. Physically, of course. He already knew how to verbally get himself out of shit. At least that's what you hoped for. Even though some of his words might cause fights in some places... you finally know he doesn't meant to. You knew how much of a trouble Eden could be. So much so that sometimes Rayman needed you not just as a bodyguard or a manager, but as a friend... Rayman needed you to be there... he needed you to support him. He was needy, isolated, manipulated. And you are not saying any of this to insult him. Before that, you didn't realize he was actually innocent... and you continued to remain cold and distant, but he was always innocent, to say the least. You decided to be there for him after learning that. You don’t know why you decided on that. Maybe it was conscience. Or the unfair threatment he is having. Your sense of justice did not allow this. You wanted to help so badly. Even if it means throwing away your job. Yes, you've come to that point. You couldn't believe it yourself either. You saw the real him. Not the person on TV who lies and smiles through his teeth, the face Eden shows. He was defenseless behind the walls he built himself, he was being victimized and used by the company he worked for, even though he had little knowledge and was unaware of it. He was made to believe that what he was doing was a good thing, he was made to believe that he was saved, he put up with what Eden did to him for the sake of the children and for peace. He had no one to call his real friend, damn it! You would have wanted to fill that out, but... the only part you were allowed to do was keep him safe and pass on information. And nothing else.

You slept deeply and surprisingly restfully for the four hours until the plane landed. You woke up soundly asleep without anyone even having to wake you up, which surprised you. Normally this would never happen, especially in a place where you sleep outside of your bed. You were a light sleeper too. So it was normal while you wake up while landing but Rayman didn't woke you up? After yawning a little, you were about to get up to get your suitcase when you notice the weight on your shoulder and glance at your side. Your lips turned into a soft smile upon noticing Rayman was sleeping sound asleep, leaning against you, in a deep slumber.

You couldn't help but giggle, "And here I was hoping you'd stay awake the whole flight. Who am I kidding? Rayman and not sleeping?" How were you going to wake him up now? He's a really heavy sleeper. Your experiences speak for you right now. It's almost impossible to wake him up. Actually you have to but do you want to? He looked really relaxed and happy. Ah, come on he always looks like that! Just wake him up! But... something about that soft smile plastered on his lips telling you this was a real smile unlike the ones he seems to wear on his face all the time. Especially in front of the camera.

You pouted, this is your job and the two of you can't stay on this plane all day… besides, Rayman can sleep at the hotel Eden arranged for you two. Also, you didn't want to be late for your meeting...

You nudge his side. You knew a little nudge won't help him but you started of slow and gentle. You were in a good mood today. "Hey, Ray Ray." You whispered, calling out his nickname. You pushed his head on the other side and turn to him, "Ray! Wake up!" You hold onto hid hand and shook them, "Ray, Rayman! Wake up!!" You get up starting to shook his body, "This isn't sleeping you idiot! This is dying! COME ON! WAKE UP!" You grabbed his clothes and jolt him a few times, you were up infront of him by now, with all your might you continued, "Come on! We landed! Wake up, we need to go! You can sleep later!" You were about to slap him, "If you don't wake up right now I'll throw you off of the fucking plane!" He grumbled a few words hard to understand causing you to halt and lower your hand on his chest once again gripping his clothes. He was still asleep.

You fucking ask for that. You groaned as you wrapped your arms around his body and lifted him up. "God, you're a lot heavier than you look." You huffed and start to carry him towards the exit of the plane.

"I'm fucking throwing you out." You weren't actually gonna do that. You were hoping he would wake up as cold fresh air of the night swarm him. Almost all passengers on the plane had disembarked. The rest were still looking at you strangely because of what had just happened. You didn't pay any attention to them and continued on your way. Even the way you carried Rayman was weird. But how else were you going to carry him when half of the man didn't... exist? His arms and legs were nope, and the only place you could hold on to was his chest. His feet and hands were almost rubbing on the ground. He was still asleep with his head on your shoulder. Oh my god.

When you finally reached the door, you barely lifted him into the air and held him out against the night wind. Even you were cold when you realized he was shivering, he whined a few times and winced. He muttered something about him awoke and rubbed his eyes. Of course you didn't believe that, "If you don't really wake up right now, I'll let you go, don't test my patience. You'll fall down the stairs. My arms are already torn off. Lose some weight."

He grumbled, voice horse from just waking up, it was clear four hours wasn't excatly enough to satisfy his tired body, "You lose some. I am perfectly fine, thank you. You are heavier than I am." He pouted sleepily. "Also... Please put me down my butt is freezing here."

You muttered, "Your ass is freezing because of you."

You scoffed and do as he wished, sighing in relief when you got your aching arms back, massaging them gently, you couldn't hold yourself back from talking further, "We are nearly at the same weight. But you are half of my height. You are fucking heavhy. How dare you can insult me? You are a pain in the ass to wake up! Why I have to be the one to suffer everytime!? Pray that I am in a good mood today or you've been on the cold concrate with a terrible headache."

"You love me too much for that. You wouldn't do that to your favorite... would you?" He hesitate.

While the hostess watch you both argue back and forth like married couples, she couldn't help but smiled at your relationship. You were finally able to wake him up and gather your belongies, finding a taxi and finally on your way to your arranged hotel. Thank god.

While on your way you did everything in your power to not let him fall asleep again. Him grumbling everytime he was woken up before he could sleep on your shoulder.

"I am not gonna carry all that suitcase myself."

"I am not sleeping." He grumbled.

And he fall asleep afterwas. You will gonna rub that in his face later. When you finally arrived at the hotel, luckily the taxi driver was a kind person and helped you carry your belongings. Rayman was still sleeping on the bed you carried to his room while you pay the driver. After closing the door you took a deep breath and sat on the bed. Finally, you can breath a little. Sun already risen, it’s 8 in the morning. Four hours passed, huh? You had still time until your arranged meeting… You pondered to yourself. You watched him sleep a bit, the way he calmly breathed, his chest slowly rising and falling, his blonde locks of hair covering his eyes. He looked so serene.

You get up and reached towards the door. Giving a final glance at the soundly asleep boss of yours, you get out of his room. You already left all his suitcases in his room. He can do whatever he wants with then when he wakes up. You both gonna stay two weeks in there. Reporting things and such. Whatever Rayman does. You heard there is a beach nearby too. Though it was too cold to swim. You are sure Eden especially choose this time around on purpose. Just to tease you two. Those fuckers.

You went past your own room and went straight ahead for the elevator and pressed the top floor. You want to see the view.

After a bit of wait the doors opened with a ding. You walked in the penthouse, glancing around, observing the nice view with a deep happy sigh.

You closed your eyes with a smile. But it faded quickly, you gripped the earphone between your two fingers. You sighed with a thoughtful expression, putting it in your ear and pressed it on, calling for the only contact inside. Before you could even open your mouth, a very familiar voice quickly answered from the other side. "Light. It's been so long since I've heard from you! Honestly, it's good to see you're calling. Do you have something to report?" Light... that was your code name.

"Bullfrog." You greeted back, "Actually no... This time... I need to talk to you... like a friend."

You waited for him to say something. Hearing a few gunshot and a grunt from him your expression soured, "Fuck, was this a bad time?"

"Non, non, not at all. Just gimme a sec."

You waited a few minutes for him. You heard him fight with a few armed people. He heaved a sigh, "I would like to talk also, mon ami. What's up?"

You sighed, "It's about our mission... I can't... I can't do this to him. I want to tell him--"

"If you do you would risk our mission." He sounded serious but you are too.

You chuckled, "Aren't we always under heavhy danger?"

"I always trust your instincts you know that. But you actually believe he could change just so you said so? He believes he is doing good."

"I know. Don't worry, I am not gonna do anything that can risk the mission or us. I just need a right moment. I know we can able to get him to our side." You knew Bullfrog didn't actually believe what you said.

You heard him sigh, you knew he wanted to argue about that, he only softly speak up a few words, "I find it hard, mon ami. Just be more carifull." You heard more gun shots on his side. "I need to go. We'll talk more about this later. You just continue observing." You were an agent after all.

"You want to meet?"

"That's too risky. Just wait for my call."

"Alright. Try to stay alive until then."

"You too, prends soin de toi." He closed the call.

You took a deep breath and took your earphone off. You just need to wait the right time.

The right moment... you wonder...

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Evermore: Part. 3

I just wanted to thank everyone for lovely comments! It truly makes me happy!

I also wanted to thank @hollybee8917 for making this beautiful mood board!

and to @princessofdarkwinter for editing this! love you!

The viewing room was quiet, and you sat alone with a small box in your hands. Andy, Sam, and Rachel along with the rest of the army stood in the back.  You watched on as the funeral director prepared Ari’s casket. The casket opened, and you finally saw your husband. He was dressed in his uniform, rank stripes, and gloves. You then stood up and strolled over to the casket. The director moved to the side, and you stood over him.

You opened the box as your eyes began to tear up. Slowly it fell onto the items in the box as you remembered each item that you held dear to your heart. 

**

You sat uncomfortably in the living room, resting your feet on the coffee table. The TV was on, and you sighed. You are now into the 9th month of your pregnancy and had the phone resting on top of your stomach while you were on a video chat. It’s 2 in the morning, and you were supposed to be asleep, but you couldn’t. Baby girl is on the move, and you couldn’t get comfortable. And not to mention, it's summer in Boston, and you are sweating. 

You: I’m surprised that you aren’t sweating balls, Ari. 

Your husband laughed, and he laid back into his bed. 

Ari: Yeah, well, we do have an AC.

You: We too do have an AC, babe, BUT you're not carrying a baby, Ari. 

You noticed the reflection on his face change, and you felt terrible.  

You: Oh, Ari Bear, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. 

Ari: It’s okay; I just wished I could be there. If I only knew-

You: Honey, no. Don’t do that. I know it’s hard on you wanting to be here for our girl. But you are doing what you love, and I support you in that. Do I want you here? Absolutely, I do. I know it hurts for both of us. But it’s going to be okay. 

Ari: I know, honey, but this is our first. I wanted to be there for the both of you. I know family and friends are there to help you, but I’m your husband. And it’s my job to help and care for you. 

You: I know but don’t forget you will be home soon. 

Ari: God, I miss you. The food here isn't the same as what you make.

You laughed. 

You: I miss you too, Mr. Levinson. You know, when you come home, what do you want me to make you? 

Ari: I've had the sweet and sour chicken here. It's not the same when you make it. You make your extra sour. 

You laughed again; seeing that smile from your husband made you giggly inside. 

You: You know, there's something else that I do miss…Ari Levinson.

You watched your husband turn a specific shade of red, knowing only you can turn him into that.

Ari: Mrs. Levinson! 

You: What! I'm pregnant, and I can't help myself if my hormones are out of whack…

You watched your husband burst into laughter. Just that smile brings you joy. Then you felt your daughter move again and brought you into an uncomfortable position.

You hissed in pain, and Ari stopped laughing. 

Ari: Babe, what's wrong? Is it your back again? 

You knew what he was talking about—an accident from playing soccer in college. The ball was behind you and you turned too late, as your opponent kicked you on your lower back. You dropped to the ground and screamed in pain. You couldn't get up and everyone rushed to your aid. 

Ari was in combat training in the summer in South Carolina and wasn't able to leave to come see you during the game. Andy was in town on official business so he attended with your parents and was by your side when you were taken to the hospital. 

You: I'm okay; the baby girl is moving again, and it's in an uncomfortable position. I'll be fine. 

Ari: Are you sure?

You: I'm sure, Ari. It's happened before.

You both continue talking till you finally close your eyes. 

**

The following day, you woke up around 10 am and sat up from bed. The door downstairs opened, and you knew it was your parents and your college best friend, Holly. 

“Honey, we're downstairs. We have lunch.” You heard your mom say. You slowly got up and let out a sigh.

“Thanks, ma! I'll be down in a moment.” You yelled and went to the bathroom. Once you were done with your business, you headed down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. 

Once you entered, your mom had your favorite, eggplant parmesan and salad. 

“How are you feeling?” Your mom asked as you took a seat at the kitchen island. 

“Uncomfortable, and the baby girl wouldn't stop moving last night.” You said, rubbing your belly. 

“Trust me, sweetheart, it will be worth it in the end.” Your mother said, giving you a side hug and kissing your cheek.

You sat down at the dining table and let out a breath. 

“Why do I feel like I'm always out of breath?” You said, breathing in and out like you got the air sucked out of you. 

“That's because you're carrying a baby, love,” Holley said, giggling, and you smiled for the first time that morning. 

 **

Later that afternoon, you experienced pain in your lower back. The same ones you felt last night, except they were getting worse.  You walked with Holly to ease the pain, which worked for a little bit. But when evening rolled in, the pain was growing, and it forced you to lean forward, and you laid your head down. Holley came into the kitchen to see you moaning in pain. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Holley asked as she stood next to you and rubbed your back. 

“The pain isn’t going away and it's getting worse. I need to call Dr. Widow and meet her at the hospital” You said as you stood back up looking for your phone the pain eased a bit but you felt water trickling down your leg. 

“Holly, I think my water just broke” 

“Your parents will be home soon. Do you want me to call them and tell them to meet us at the hospital?” Holly asked as you nodded your head yes.

You called your doctor and told her about the pain you were experiencing and that your water broke as she told you to meet her at Mass Gen Labor and Delivery. You made your way to the car as you got into the passenger side while Holly was on the phone with your parents telling them she was driving you to the hospital and to meet up there.

The ride into Boston was smooth, but the fact that pain was much closer together compared to before. Your doctor explained that you were experiencing contractions and may be in labor. The baby isn't due until another week but the stress of not having Ari around may have caused you to go to labor early. By the time the nurses had you dressed and lying down, another contraction came. Your best friend came to your side and rubbed back as you breathed slowly, in and out. You wanted to scream, but couldn't. 

And that's when you burst into tears. 

“Y/N-”

“I miss Ari. I wished he was here.” You said wiping your eyes. Holly sighed and hugged you.

“I know it's hard, but you will get to see him in 4 months. I know it's long, but it will get here fast.” Holly told you. 

Dr. Widow came in to check on you to see how much you dilated but as of right now you barely dilated 3 cm it will be a long way to go. 

2 am

Early morning came, and you still haven't pushed yet since you barely dilated 5 cm. Holly stayed by your side since your parents called to tell you they won't be able to make it till morning since your father cannot drive in the dark and they got caught up with old friends that took longer than expected.

You slept for a few hours as the pain calmed down. Andy came to relieve Holly so she could go home and get some rest as she stayed with you since the afternoon. When you saw Andy, you let out a sigh of relief knowing to have your good friends around. 

“Andy, it's late; how did you get in here at this hour?” You asked slowly, scooting up and leaning back against your bed as Andy helped you fix your pillow. 

“Well, I told them that my goddaughter decided to come early and her father is deployed overseas and is unable to be here so they let me in,” Andy said as you smile 

“Did you get any sleep?” he asked as you nodded your head

“A bit they gave me some epidural so they helped a bit” 

“Just get some more rest cause when you are ready it will be a lot of work getting that goddaughter of mine out” 

“Are you going to be okay sitting there?”

“Don’t worry I have some files I can work on,” Andy said and patted your hand. 

As you slowly close your eyes, the most significant painful contraction of your life comes out of nowhere as you scream in pain. Andy got off the chair as you grabbed his hand squeezing it tightly as he coached you through your breathing rubbing your back.

“Ari bear!” You screamed wanting your husband with you. Andy sighed and took his phone out and to his luck, it was a text message from his friend, and that he was outside with her parents. 

“Alright, Mrs. Levinson, let's see if we will have a baby today!” Your doctor said as she placed a glove on her hand and went to check. You watched your doctor as she made a concerned look. She pulled her hand out and threw the glove into the trash bin. You watched as your doctor turned to the nurse and ordered her to get the ultrasound.

“I know you have back pain, and your daughter isn’t coming down as fast as we would like it to be. It is a high risk of waiting for the baby to move in its position so, the other option would be a C-section. I ordered an ultrasound because I needed to see where the baby was positioned and the baby has yet to rotate.” Dr. Widow said. 

You always wanted to have the baby the natural way but because of the risks you had no choice but to agree to do the c-section.

A sigh of relief came from you. But your thoughts of Ari came to you, and you quickly felt the emptiness. You heard Andy’s phone beep, and he went to pick it up. He looked at it and smiled. 

“I need to step out for a bit, Y/N. I need to take this call.” You nodded, and Andy left the room. Before you could say anything, the door opened to your room and Andy walked back in. You gave him a look, and then your eyes widened. There he was, in his Army combat uniform, with roses in his hands. That familiar smile, and you burst into tears. Your hands covered your face, as you were unable to hold your tears. Andy patted Ari on his back, and he went out the door. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were coming in a few months?” You asked as you reached for him. Ari placed your flowers down. He bent down, and you wrapped your arms around him. 

He still smelt the same as he always does. 

“I got an early leave,” Ari told you as he pulled away slightly and kissed your lips. 

You felt your cheeks burn with red and gave him another peck.  

“Um, sorry to break it, but we must get this baby out.” Your doctor said, You laughed and wiped your tears, and Ari stood beside you, holding your hand. 

The doctor explained to Ari your situation and his daughter and he agreed as they helped him put on a gown as you were wheeled out of your room, with Ari holding your hand. Andy said he will stay behind and keep updating your parents and Holly with news as Ari gave his best friend a hug before following you into the operating room.

Once at the double doors, Ari paused and you turned to face him. Ari bent down and you went to kiss him. 

“Love you Ari Bear.” You said, kissing him.

“Love you too my queen.” He said, also kissing you.

You looked up, to see your husband take a seat above you. You smiled and he bent down and kissed your forehead. You felt some pressure from the anesthesia and you made a hissing sound. Ari rubbed your shoulders and within a minute the anesthesia kicked in. 

“We're going to have a baby Ari.” You said looking up at him. The love showed in his eyes and he bent down and kissed your forehead, “I know, a long time making.” 

You and Ari have been married for almost 10 years, but trying for a baby was nearly impossible. You had a few miscarriages and had many false alarms. But one day, you had a doctor's appointment for your yearly checkup. You had some questions for your doctor and one of them was you had symptoms of morning sickness and you took a pregnancy test. Since you had many false alarms, you wanted to discuss it with your doctor to ensure it was true.

And low and behold from the ultrasound, was your baby showing on the monitor.

Never had you thought you would ever be a mother and a miracle happened.

**

30 minutes later, you and Ari heard the beautiful sounds of your baby girl crying and echoing in the room. Your tears came down your face and one of the nurses signaled for Ari to come and to cut the umbilicord. Tears were coming and you were also getting giddy with excitement. Your husband came a few minutes later, and he had tears in his eyes. 

“Is she perfect?” You asked. Ari wiped his tears and smiled, “Yes, she is more than perfect.” 

One of the nurses came, with a little bundle of joy. A thick set of hair, ten little fingers, and ten little stubby toes. She gently placed her next to your cheek and you were able to place a kiss on her little chubby cheek. 

The nurses then picked her up to get cleaned up and told you she will be back in your arms once everything is checked out. You were then wheeled back to your room after Dr. Widow had stitched you back up. A few hours later as you were resting, the nurse came in with your baby girl. You were still feeling tired from the anesthesia but you held your hand out, and she placed the baby into your arms. You cradled her into your arms and you were in tears again. Ari took a seat next to you on the bed and placed his arm around your shoulder.

“And before I leave, I’m going to need a name for your baby for her birth certificate” The nurse said. 

You and Ari looked at each other and towards the nurse.

“Chloe Rose Levinson.” You said as Ari placed a kiss on your temple.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful little girl” the nurse said with a smile leaving the room.

**

A hand was placed on your shoulder and you turned to see Andy standing next to you. You smiled and placed your hand on top of his. You both were quiet and then you let out a sigh. 

“I know it’s time.” You said and sat up. You fixed your skirt and turned to Andy. The doors opened to the room and all of Ari’s friends and his troops were all ready to say their final goodbyes.

[k-looking-glass-house]

SAM and his familiar~ When you wish upon a star~

Gah I’m still shy to share those concept, but it truly made me wonder why the "star wish" event didn't have alternate outfit~ Except our little Ortho (precious, best gear each time)! Anyway let's follow again our dear Sam in his scholarship journey!! He came from the Disney which is literally related to "the famous Disney star wish"!! It definitely has an important place for him~ Also thank you for all your feedback for Sam!!! I am happy for him!! You little one are so lovely!! Thank you!

They're celebrating the star wish event at the Mystery's S shop, Sam didn't belong to any dorm as his scholarship is similar to student exchange, he resides either at his grandpa's shop or at Ombrorio (just like Yuu and Grimm)~

Being far away from Jubilee port they still celebrate the event like they should in their home fashion way, singing, dancing, grooving and praying for "Evangeline".

Being outcast from others students (as they declared that Sam was cursed and brought misfortune) noone came to ask for his wish.

Sam couldn't care less as "a better wish is to stay a mystery", making his friends on the other side worried about him not having human friends.

Eventually K with Sam's grandpa's help could sew some outfits, get some star wish crystals and decorate the shop backyard to enjoy with everyone. They enjoyed their night and waited for shooting star praying for "puppet becoming true little boy", "lost boys fighting pirates from the second star" and "Evangeline being with her lover"!

The next morning K and Sam were recycling their outfit and jewelry as lucky charm fortune to sell to others students, like a "lucky shot only work once"! Smiling and laughing that human are so naive...

SAM (NRC STUDENT)~ SR Evangéline wish suit

Summon Line: “When you wish upon a star...Makes no difference who you are!” Groooovy!!: Please, please, pleeasseeeeee Evangéline! Yes that's how you ask for a good wish! Home: It was a surprise that grandpa and K could afford such an event in our shop! Well he's Mister S after all, gnee hihi! Home Idle 1: Must be good to share your wish with others. Oh no I am not sad, I've got friends on the other side! Home Idle 2: You noticed too! In a lot of fairy tales they talk about the famous star who shine the brightest! Yes right! Home Idle 3: Star wish crystal work when you put either a random wish or your deepest wish! The more you want it, the shinest it is~ But be careful... I saw some crystal crumble from horrible wish... Home Idle - Login: Hn, hmm hmm, I see, I see, no sorry I was listening to my friends wish! Home Idle - Groovy: My wish? I am not going to tell you! It's supposed to stay a secret! Home Tap 1: I saw Trein-sensei being quiet sad when looking at his wish crystal. Lucious went for some headpatting shortly after... Home Tap 2: That school is weird....they believe it's odd fashion but still wish for LOVE, girlfriend, boyfriend!! Are they delusional! They obviously should use a love charm at our shop gnee hihi! Home Tap 3: I know K since I'm 7, yes it's been 10 years by now! They didn't change...except well that humanoid form...They still have the same wish from back then~ Home Tap 4: The headmaster is truly implicated in this event and tradition,....suspicious we must investigate!! I am sure it will be of good use in the future! Home Tap 5: I wonder if the star listen and look after us... Pffff I am not romantic... Home Tap - Groovy: Everyone should have their wish fullfil! IN STOCK NOWWW! Special lucky charm for a limited edition try your luck!

K. OSWALD JUNIOR 101~ SR Evangéline wish suit

Summon Line: "Anything your heart desires will come to you♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ" Groooovy!!: Evangéline!!! Pleashe pleashe pleasheeeee! Home: Yay ah ah ah!! Those crystals are shining bright! Home Idle 1: Well it got the Jubilee port countryside's vibes you know! Home Idle 2: I know all the shong!! let's shing! Home Idle 3: I peeked at Cruella's outfit......for inspiration of courshe! Don't tell him.... Home Idle - Login: Sham has a lot of friends in the shadows!!.... But not so much as humans.....hn *pouting face* Home Idle - Groovy: My wish?? It ish the shame from 10 years ago! Home Tap 1: Cruella ....I mean Mister Crewel took a lot of star wish crystal like about 9!! Sam's grandpa said he is desperate, like the wine auntie! Home Tap 2: Those students...my master is not cursed!! Stupid brat!! Ahh....agrwwggg.....hn nooo nuuuh my voice didn't change at all!! Home Tap 3: You know Sham grow so fast...like a bamboo!!! Poof ! he was so tiny and cute back then! Home Tap 4: I heard shomething from the royal sword academy's headmaster! It's a secret how!!! Buuuut the headmaster ish apparently in loveee with the Blue star fairy!! hihihi!! Crows are very romantic! Home Tap 5: I am sure we all look at the shame star... Well...that's what boook says! Home Tap - Groovy: Hmmmm my outfit is kind of heavy.... I made Sham's one lighter!

-Credit-

Sam (nrc student) star wish concept with K done by me

Lol I tried some "Clamp" design jewelry

[swampstew]

1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 2 of 3 ~ X reader with Robin, Law, Shachi, and Zoro for @yamat0 @lady-of-endless @fandomsallthetime94 @zoros-sheath Part 1 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Robin: Hello my dear, it's so good to hear your voice. The days are long but not as long as the time I've spent away from you. We'll be reaching land very soon and I would like to take you away for some quality girl time. I just know that you'll love what I have planned for you - we're so alike how can I not know your heart's desires? See you soon, sweetie!

You intended to meet Robin at the dockyard to pick her up, but the weather decided to turn before you could step foot outside your house. Unsure of how to meet up, you were pleasantly surprised when a knock on your front door revealed your girlfriend standing under an umbrella big enough for two. Her presence in itself was a present.

The sky itself seemed to shift in mood as the dreary clouds slowly shifted away to reveal a partially clouded sky and a slight rainbow over the bridge in your neighborhood.

"My my, I shouldn't be surprised that the weather would clear up for my beautiful partner," Robin cooed with a wink that made you weak in the knees.

She reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to her lips where she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.

"Let's change into something more comfortable so you can properly enjoy the date I'm going to take you on."

Law: Hey, how have you been? Have you been keeping up with the research papers I've been sending you? Good, I wanted to talk to you about the results of one test for PTSD that I wanted to explore more in depth. That said, we'll be on dry land in a day or two - will you be free to meet up? Tch, just because we're dating doesn't mean I shouldn't ask and check in to make sure that's all right! Well good! I'll see you soon - don't forget to keep up with your training, I've been practicing too.

“With the woman in my arms who was supposed to be my enemy, I closed my eyes and let the darkness engulf me.” ― J.C. Böhme

Shachi: Hellllloooo my beloved! I'm sorry it's been 197,523,685 minutes since I've talked to you. Being in a submarine makes it hard to do long distance calls, I know you understand yet I can't help but feel bad about it. You know what will cheer us both up? If I visit you for a week or so...YEAH? I'm glad to hear that excites you - I'll be making port in a few days so I'll be at your door with the spoopy goods. See you soon my love!!!!!

She was like a fire, and despite the danger that I could see, I ran straight toward it and plunged into the flames without a second thought. My mind tricked me into thinking that the dangerous heat was comforting and secure. I could feel the heat singe my skin. I was lost in its beauty and danger, completely consumed by the flames ― J.C. Böhme

Zoro: Woman, for the last time I AM NOT LO-- *horn blaring* *announcer mentions drop off at a port in the opposite end of your residence* TCH. I TOOK A DETOUR! For reasons! That I am not telling you until I see you! No I don't need to be picked up, how else can I uh-surprise you with my gift? You can't! SO! I'll see you in....a day. Fine, I'll share my location when I'm on my way so you don't have a stroke - sheesh. *grumbles affectionately* Yeah I love you too. See you soon.

You were actually surprised when Zoro knocked on your front door, on the exact day and around the same time he said he'd be at your home. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers - flowers you knew weren't quite in season and now it made sense he was in a different port. Unless of course, he was there by accident and used the flowers as an excuse. Nope, not gonna dwell on that.

You invited him in for some lunch you carefully plated on the long wooden table in your dining room. He spent time telling you about his adventures, the loot he gathered, and the things he came across he thought you might enjoy. As the sun set behind your bay window, Zoro let out a yawn before bending down to pick up the orange cat nuzzling his leg.

"I'll be here for a while until the Captain decides to leave. Until then, how about you and I spend some quality time together? Starting tomorrow, we can go down to the spring lake and eat lunch, I can exercise and you can read and not ogle me like you pretend to," Zoro said with a smirk.

You playfully smacked his bicep, "I can ogle you anytime I want, HUSBAND."

[saphig-iawn]

Turning me into Me #20

A little bit of a format change my lovelies. Day by day journals were eventually going to peter out for something more general, but I didn't expect to just have a lack of energy, so sorry for those who were worried that I disappeared, I am doing very well and still keeping going. Walking update, havent been able to keep going as much because I just keep hurting my leg. Little things, like pushing too heard when I thought it was healed or even just having cramp one night right in the muscle I pulled. But I'm back to walking and it feels good. I still get the guilt, and texts from my parents warning me of "undoing all my progress" didn't help either, but I'm pushing through and that's because I am actually seeing and feeling progress. I knew I would be, and I know my mindset has always been focused on just prepping for the next day and doing my walk but I've noticed so much. My shoulders aren't as round any more, my waist is narrowing, the rolls of my stomach are losing definition, my elbows have points now? So I tried on some of the femme clothes I bought for myself originally back in 2018 and not only do they fit but there's actually room in them now! My leggings actually fall down as I walk but that also might be because my butt right now still resembles that of Hank Hill's (the dear friend who told me that, you know who you are, love you x). My circle of dear friends on this site continues to grow, and my heart is so full. Sweet good mornings and wholesome chats about errands and plans for the day. Wishing each other luck in endeavours, and support for when things get a little rough. My heart is bursting at the seams.

I will continue to do these, by the way, they're just going to be a little less frequent is all. If anyone wants to see how I'm doing anyway or just chat or get a little spicy my DMs are always open and my asks are too. There is still so much I want to share, of me, my journey, my clues I was trans, my interests. Stay tuned because who knows, maybe pictures will follow at some point. I still can't believe it.

[mayullla]

Hi 😊

I've been following your blog for a while and I really love your writing 💕✨

For your event can I request Yan Heizou with 🌸+🦋?

Hope you have a wonderful day 😊💕✨

Title: Loving eyes

Character(s): Heizou (Genshin Impact) Summary: You felt like you were being watched, but you don't know who it was. Warnings/tags: Yandere, fem!reader, childhood friend, feelings of being watched, drabble Note: Oh hi~! ^^)/ Yeah I did see you on the activity list often thank you so much for the support!! also love you for the fact that you picked Heizou!

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

"I love you~." You looked to your side to see a familiar face, burgundy hair, green eyes and one mole on each cheek under his eyes. "Ah. Hello, Heizou." You greeted smiling at him.

"I didn't think you would visit today." Standing up from your little farm, you tried to clean off the dirt of your yukata. "Don't you have work to do?"

"I finished," He told you leaning on the fence of your garden. "I came back because I missed you." You huffed at what he said. "Are you sure you should be here?"

"Can I not be with the person I love?" Heizou asked sweetly, a sly smile on his face and you rolled your eyes at him. "I love you too, but you should quit teasing me."

To you, he was more like family, a childhood friend you knew for a long time now.

"Now come in, I will bring you some snacks."

"Ah so dreamy." You thought you heard him whisper, glancing at the back. He was just watching you still with a smile on his face. You shook your head a little feeling as if you have misheard it, you didn't know why you were so bothered by it when it was like him to be a little flirt sometimes.

You yawned a little as you prepared crackers and tea, still tired from your nap. "Sleepy dear?" you looked to your side, Heizou was right beside you looking into your eyes. You gulped unable to scream in surprise as you lean back a little. "Heizou you scared me!" you smack him lightly on the chest.

"Sorry dear, I tend to have a habit of moving silently after all don't want my targets to notice me when I investigate them."

He laughed as you glared at him yet didn't seem to move from his spot to give you space, even when your movements become awkward, he didn't move instead stayed still watching you. Chatting as if he isn't taking your personal space.

"You didn't answer my questions, dear." He bit into his cracker, when it was just you and him sitting at the table eating the snacks all you could do was look away.

Should you tell him?

"I am having a hard time sleeping that is all." You wanted to change the topic as soon as possible but he didn't give you a chance. "Now, now, you shouldn't be lying to a detective, especially to one who knows you so well."

You wondered why he worded it like that, it was innocent really yet at the same time it made you nervous that the meaning was something else. But you tried to calm your raising heart telling yourself that it was words coming from a friend you knew for a long time. He was worried about you. Yeah... that should be the case.

"I... I..." It was hard to say when in the day and night you felt like you were being watched by someone, that someone was in your walls. Wherever you went you felt like you were stared at, at home, in your garden, in the market... trapped unable to escape. You cannot find peace alone in your own home, you thought the feeling would go the moment someone comes to your home... that you would not be alone anymore.

So how come it felt like it was right in front of you.

[fire-water-grass-core]

OOC

tl:dr i'm placing all my blogs on indefinite hiatus, i'll be putting that in my pinned posts as well.

Well. I made the decision. it's been coming for a while tbh, i've taken a lot of breaks in the last few months, and if i'm honest i never really wanted to stop these breaks. I'm not having fun roleplaying here anymore. It's an ugly truth, but its a truth.

I don't want to blame anyone but myself, please don't get this wrong. But i want to explain myself and i want to be honest. And also, i'm very sorry about incoherent rambling, i can't really help it right now.

I feel like i had no involvement in this community anymore. Which is... objectively false, but that doesn't help me feel better. All the people that made me join rotomblr either left themselves or they evolved so much and so fast that i can't keep up. There are new people as well, and there are many that i like a lot, but in the end, rotomblr is changing way too fast for me to keep up and it simply kills all my joy and motivation. (again, i don't blame anyone here. I want you to have fun. It's just sad that i can't be part of the fun)

I have tried a lot to bring my motivation back to rotomblr by making A LOT of blogs, some have been very well received, some are not getting any attention. And again, i understand that. I don't want anyone to force themself to be into something they're not. And i understand much much better that i can't just expect a blog i created 5 minutes ago to get asks and followers in the hundreds. But this is, in the end, another reason for me to feel left out.

I also tried to plan an event, i tried making a story and none of it really went anywhere. I don't know how you do it. I don't know how you can go and plan something like this, and how you work together with people like this, and i just can't keep it up anymore. It's gotten so bad that i actually fear opening the app on my phone. I don't read my favourite blogs anymore. And since i realized that, i also realized i need to make a change.

In addition, there is also real life, and other hobbies, and all of it is draining the limited time i have as well as my mental capacity and lately have been getting REALLY depressed. Not specifically because of rotomblr, but i think it's been a part of it.

So. I have made the decision to put all of my blogs on hiatus. I don't want to delete them, because i had it often that i just gave up on a hobby or a game or a book and came back to it after a long time. And honestly, i like a lot of the characters. They are very dear to me, and most of them only live through tumblr, and i don't want to lose them. But i don't have concrete plans to come back anytime soon.

On the other hand, i won't leave the few discord servers i'm in, mostly because i still really like the community and i consider quite a few of you people good friends by now.

PS: I am so incredibly upset with myself it's unbelievable. When i made the blog and started having really a lot of fun, i said to myself that i want to keep this hobby up for one year. That was my goal. And i failed. FUCK. On the other hand i have been ignoring rotomblr for a bit already and it's been kinda freeing. so... yeah... meh.

[pascaloverx]

Rewrite The Stars

Chapter Ten

Summary: One photo changes your whole life, when you accidentally bump into a celebrity and the world starts to believe that you are a couple.

Notes:

In this chapter, we have an extra character, whom I'd like you to imagine as the actor Enzo Vogrincic. And for those who enjoy the fanfic, I appreciate if you reblog or like. Thank you to everyone who is following the fic.

chapter nine chapter eleven

Dinner is too quiet. It's as if everyone is afraid to say something. Your mother is keeping an eye on Pedro Pascal as if he were a criminal suspect. Enzo is watching you like he wants something. 

"Are you planning to marry my daughter?" Your mother asks between bites. Her pie is still in her mouth when you almost choke upon hearing the question she posed to Pascal. He, in turn, takes a good sip of wine, trying to find a good answer.

"Your daughter and I are exploring what the future holds for us. Marriage isn't out of the question, but right now our priority is to be each other's partners." Pedro responds, then takes another long sip of wine. He may be an actor, but he seems somewhat unsure at the moment.

"And how does this partnership work? She's unemployed, with no prospects for the future, being exposed to the world of fame as a scammer, and you, my dear, are working and getting rich. It doesn't seem right to me." Your mother says, staring at Pascal. You feel like you need to put an end to the situation.

"And I lost my job but I'm looking for another one. Not to mention I had savings, and I'm not living off what Pedro earns. Mom, I'm sorry, but my life with Pedro is only our business. You may like it or not, but I won't leave him because it doesn't seem right for us to be together. And I also won't go back to being with Enzo. He's handsome, probably a man you've always dreamed of for me, but he's not what I want. I want to be with Pascal. Whether you believe it or not." You basically defending your relationship with Pascal. And the Oscar should be yours because your mother seems to have believed everything. Maybe even Pedro is believing in what you're saying.

"I hope you know what you're doing. Leaving the sure thing for the doubtful one at your age could mean living the rest of your life alone." Your mother replies, and you feel apprehensive. She's not entirely wrong about this, but you have an agreement with Pedro and you will fulfill it.

"Mom, I hate to disappoint you, but Enzo isn't my person. He's not even close. He's attractive, yes. Have you seen his face? He's extraordinary. He's a good person, yes. Maybe one of the best people I've already met. But he and I have no chemistry. Do you want me to prove it? I taste you." You almost scream and get up going towards Enzo. You impulsively kiss him. And you regret the moment you do it. But in your defense, it's the only way to get your mother to stop all this. A kiss that is neither too long nor too short. Enzo's lips are so soft as much as you remembered. But really between you and him, there is no chemistry.

"I'm not sure if this is the best way to convince your mother, but I'm at your disposal if you want to try again." Enzo says as soon as we break the kiss, and you feel embarrassed. You gently step back from him while observing Pascal's face, who is sitting in front of you. He seems angry. But you're not sure if he's not pretending.

"Before my daughter takes any other impulsive action, I'd like to say that I got the message. You must really be crazy about Mr. Pascal. To the point of kissing your ex in front of your mother and him to prove that you no longer have feelings for your ex." Your mother says and takes a sip of wine. She seems embarrassed. Yay, you ruined dinner.

"Despite disapproving of the way my girlfriend chose to prove that she has no chance of getting back with her ex, I must say that I am also crazy about her. Not to the point of kissing Enzo, but I trust that your daughter and I, Mrs. Y/M/N, have something special." Pedro says, sounding a bit upset but maybe it's just in your head. He gently holds your hand and you both lock eyes, perhaps to convince your mother.

"I think it's time for me to leave. It was great seeing you again, Y/N. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Pascal, I'm a big fan of your work . I'll see you, Mrs. Y/M/N, at church." Enzo says, getting up and heading home. In the moments that followed, you finished the meal, and your mother even tried to wash the dishes, but you and Pascal insisted she go to bed. Before retiring, she stopped near both of you while he was washing the dishes and you were clearing the table.

"Despite everything that happened here, I hope you two will be happy together, for however long this real or fake relationship lasts. Obviously, the guest room is available for you both. There's a double bed in there, but remember that this is a respectable house and you're not married. Have a good night." Your mother speaks, seeming more convinced of your relationship with Pascal. You both bid her good night, and then you're alone in the kitchen.

"If you want, I can sleep in my old room and leave the guest room for you. I'm sure my mom will believe that we're respecting the sanctity of this house." You speak, watching Pascal, who doesn't seem very pleased.

"If I were Enzo, would this conversation even exist?" Pedro asks, dropping a nearly clean plate into the sink and appearing irritated. You don't quite understand why he's asking that.

"Is this about the kiss?" You ask defensively. It seems Mr. Pascal forgot that we're not really dating.

"Of course. You kissed your ex in front of me. And now you don't even want to share the bed with me." Pedro says, trying not to raise his voice, but you can tell he's pretty upset.

"Mr. Pascal, I have to say that from where I'm standing, it seems like you forgot that this isn't a real relationship and that it's not fair for you to demand anything from me after our last conversation where you talked about boundaries; if you're so afraid that I'll cross boundaries beyond a fake relationship, how can you be here complaining about a kiss?" You speak, getting closer to Pedro, who seems a bit confused.

"What does it matter? Isn't that what a boyfriend should do? Tell his girlfriend not to kiss her ex in front of him? Ask her to sleep beside him instead of in another room?" Pedro speaks, and you feel a little happy. He's almost too cute while arguing with you.

"So all you have to do is tell me that you'd like to sleep with me and that you prefer I don't kiss other people while we're falsely together." You say as you stare at Pedro, who is no longer washing dishes. In fact, he's coming towards you, and then he gently grabs your waist. You're surprised, but too enchanted to ask questions. And then you close your eyes, waiting for a kiss.

"I want to sleep with you, and I would like to be the only person you will kiss while we're together. Satisfied?" Pedro asks, and then he kisses you. And you know you could kiss him for a century and still feel butterflies in your stomach. It's as if he has a power over you.

"Satisfied." You respond between kisses, and then continue kissing your fake boyfriend. In the middle of your mother's kitchen, while the two of you are doing anything but pretending to be attracted to each other. At the beginning of all this, you thought only you were in trouble, but it seems Mr. Pascal also doesn't know how to avoid catching feelings.

tag: @wanniiieeee , @hungrhay and @leilanixx

[ace-of-trppls]

「𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 -.2: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍」 Twst x Dark Deception Au

After escaping the 2nd realm you find yourself once again in Crowley’s chamber.

Once Crowley has congratulated you on surviving the second realm once again, an odd voice begins talking to the both of you

Whom introduces himself as “Malleus” he’s an ally who turns out to be Crowley’s sworn enemy to you at least and the very reason he needs to repair the mirror

“I’m sorry

Good luck”

Green flame, cold floor, empty windows All of which are characteristics of Crowley’s realm or what he likes to call it “The Mirror chamber” It was big built similar to a ballroom on side had multiple mirrors containing all the portals to the realms, the other there was a large French door it seemed to be sealed shut in the center of the door there was a an odd circle that looked similar to a closed eye

This was the place where I awoke after an accident it wasn’t that led to my demise, a distant memory and a foggy mind was AlI had when I had woken up that was a lie but now? Something’s wrong you can’t remember, the wolf? Ace? Deuce? All an odd blur

“Ah! You’ve done it again Yuu!”

“C-Crowley!”

And you saw the familiar crow man “Dire Crowley” a mysterious man whom promised to help you he’s using you

You’ll get your life back you don’t remember do you? Everything will be fine if you follow his command and get the mirror pieces

Ah Yes, everything will be fine just follow Crowley no doubt, none at all

“Oh my, is something wrong dear?”

“Nothing” No, you were so close!

“I…see”

Crowley looked as if he was eyeing you, watching each movement, each breath, each injury he was watching everything like a hawk yellow soulless eyes, a chilling gaze All too familiar is it?

“Oi! Birdman!”

Ah, grim was here right, is he alright? He looks good despite the previous fight he seems unchanged it’s just like him

“Oh my? Grim-y boy what’s wrong?”

“That wolf.. those to guys, Something’s missing! You did something did you!”

“Ah…oh my something odd with grim did the realms mess up something in your head?”

Crowley grabbed grim, DON’T LET HIM

grim seems to be struggling a lot HE’LL DO IT AGAIN

Someone’s yelling something. He’ll do what?

—

Fire everywhere

but it wasn’t grim his fire is blue this is green

my eyes hurt my head hurts my limbs feel numb Everything hurts Someone he’s here

Help he’ll help

He…? Yes

“Crowley”

The large French door I had mentioned earlier changed, the middle now had an odd center one that looked like a beautiful emerald Iris with a slit pupil similar to a cat It’s moving it…he? Glared at Crowley He called for Crowley right? Crowley looks worried his breath turned rigged he was still holding grim by the collar, but grim as well seemed scared

Am I missing something? Yes

“How many times must you fail in order to realize you won’t win?”

“Malleus…”

“Yes that is my name”

Malleus? Who?

“Child of man”

what an odd nick name, I wonder who that is it’s you

“I’m talking to you”

“Me…?”

“Indeed”

“ah”

“do not trust Crowley”

Huh…?

“You will regret it”

“Malleus! What are you doing here!?”

“Oh my now your talking you dammed bird, but then again, they always have been your trump card haven’t they?”

“You…! Don’t you dare plant ideas into my precious helper!”

“Ah yes your "precious helper" I wonder how truly precious they are if they suffered like this for how many times now?'

"Malleus"

Crowley's tone was weary like daring him to speak yet under that facade he was scared wasn't he? Malleus... I've heard that name before you've heard it a million times Where? You know where

"Child of man...may you choose the right ending"

What does he mean? But before I can say anything Crowley had muttered words under his breath like a spell and the eye of the door shut abruptly. Crowley had put grim down sighing, on the other hand grim stared almost as if he remembered something he wanted to share yet, wasn't't allowed to say

"my precious helper, we must collect the mirror prices as soon as possible there is no time to waste"

His voice sounded cold and demanding, as if he made a threat rather than a command. He grabbed my hand not caring that I had just nearly died and eaten. He gave me one last glare before aggressively throwing me into the next realm

"you better not fail me again"

[faememes]

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍 (𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟐)

Feel free to change titles and pronouns as needed!

"Lips red as blood, hair black as night, bring me your heart, my dear, dear ___________."

"Do you hear that? It's the sound of battles fought and lives lost."

"It once pained me to know that I am the cause of such despair, but now their cries give me strength. Beauty is my power."

"Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is fairest of them all?"

"Where she leads, I follow!"

"You have eyes, ___________, but you can not see! She is the One! I see an end to darkness!"

"Who are you? Why does the queen want you dead?"

"You should know. You're the one hunting me!"

"My queen, you have defied nature and robbed it of its fairest root. But on this day there is one more beautiful than you."

"I've seen what she sees. I can kill her."

"I will not abandon her a second time!"

"You can't have my heart."

"What does she want from me?"

"Come and avenge your father, who was too weak to raise his sword."

"You are one of the few who has ventured into the dark forest. One of my prisoners has escaped there."

"I shall give this wretched world the queen it deserves."

"It's the princess. __________ has kept her alive all these years."

"I feel that you and I are bound."

"You possess a rare beauty, my love, in here. Never lose it. It will serve you well when you are queen."

"I told you to run."

"If I had, you'd be dead."

"She is life itself."

"I would rather die than live another day in this death!"

"Is there no end to your power and beauty?"

"You don't even realize how lucky you are never to know what it is to grow old!"

"You were the only one who could break the spell and destroy me, and the only one pure enough to save me."

"That's kind, child. Especially when it's said that yours is the face of true beauty in this kingdom."

"This all must be difficult for you. I, too, lost my mother when I was a young girl. I can never take your mother's place, ever. But I feel that you and I are bound. I feel it there, your heart."

"I was ruined by a king like you once. I replaced his queen. An old woman. And in time I too would have been replaced. Men use women. They ruin us, and when they are finished with us, they toss us to the dogs like scraps."

"Lock her up. One never knows when royal blood may be of value."

"Our scars protect us. Without beauty, we are worthless to the Queen. It's a sacrifice we made so we could raise our children in peace while their fathers are at war. And you, your sacrifice will come."

"Your beauty is all that can save you, Ravenna! This spell will make your beauty your power and protection. By fairest blood, it is done. But be warned, by fairest blood, this spell can be undone."

"You see, child, love always betrays us."

"You deserved better. I once had a wife, Princess. Sara was her name. When I came back from the wars, I carried with me the stench of death and the anger of the lost. I wasn't worth saving, that's for sure. She did so anyway. And I loved her so much. I loved her more than anyone or anything. Then I let her out of my sight and she was gone. And I became myself again. A self I never cared for. Until you. See, you remind me of her. Her heart, her spirit. But now you, too, have gone. You both deserved better, and I'm so sorry I failed you. I'm so sorry. But you'll be a queen in Heaven now and sit among the angels."

"Death favors no man. We must ride like thundering waves under the tattered battle flag of my father."

"We have rested long enough. Frost to fire and fire to frost. Iron will melt. But it will writhe inside of itself! All these years, all I've known is darkness. But I have never seen a brighter light than when my eyes just opened. And I know that light burns in all of you! Those embers must turn to flame. Iron into sword. I will become your weapon! Forged by the fierce fire that I know is in your hearts! For I have seen what she sees. I know what she knows. I can kill her. And I'd rather die today than live another day of this death! Who will ride with me? Who will be my brother?"

"Then let them come. Let them break their skulls on these stone walls and bring me my prize."

"Magic comes at a lofty price."

"And the expense grows."

[lovethatmakingcoffee]

Lumilla Lopes, @ludylops Post about Forever in English, using English translate

(I will not be adding her links and videos. If you want to see that, you can go on her twitter, here is the link- https://twitter.com/ludylops/status/1744171674378113415)

(Sorry if I messed up by forgetting to translate a tweet)

Hi, I'm 35 years old, I'm a data scientist and I decided to compile a giant thread about the accusation of p3dof1lia against a 27 year old streamer who lives Minecraft. Be patient as there is a lot of information here, complex definitions and delicate topics. The Forever Affair.

I'm a woman, I work in development and data, I make a living doing complex and objective research in the areas of crypto and marketing, environments that I consider very dangerous and in need of more education.

I've loved games since the Pentium 166 and Atari. I've been following the ecosystem for years

First of all, I feel so sorry for the young people who are experiencing so many triggers from this. I see fandom members devastated, and not knowing how to act. It saddens me very much. 

I hope with this thread to give you some warmth and direction, through information and personal experiences.

I've been following QSMP since Cellbit joined, and today I only watch it from POV@oibagi(o/ Jorges) and some lore summary videos. I think the context is enough for now. Well, let's go. 

Forever is not p3dof1lo. But it's not right either. 

Calm down, breathe, follow the thread 👇

I mean, I can't even say that, because I'm not a psychiatrist and much less had the opportunity to talk to and analyze the boy. 

For the same reason, no one can say otherwise, so he cannot receive this diagnosis until a doctor analyzes and diagnoses him. 

Come, follow 👇

This issue is extremely complex among experts in both the medical and legal fields, so be aware that communities are fighting in a highly minefield with little chance of delivering a positive outcome from all of this. 

TRIGGER ALERT

Therefore, I will try to update you as neutrally as possible on what these definitions are today. 

📝 What is P3dof1lia? 

This word has undergone several changes and classifications over the years. Currently, we must first separate crime from psychiatric disorder.

P3dof1lo Disorder

 According to the most recent studies (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, DSM-5), P3dof1lo Disorder is characterized by recurrent and intense fantasies, desires or sexual acts involving children (usually aged 13 or younger).

Because 13 years old? This is where puberty happens, the biological and physiological transition from our child body to a more adult phase. Girls start to develop breasts, menstruate, and boys are proud of their first hairs and their voices become more dysregulated than autotune 

However, dear padawans, biology is not an exact science, so entering puberty is not like the evolution of a Pokémon. It can happen at 11, at 15, and it's a process. And this 13-year average estimate is changing over the years. 

Studies indicate that, in the 19th century, this number was between 15 and 17 years old, and today we have more and more cases of earlier puberty. And why am I beating around the bush so much on this subject? 

Let's go back to the definition of the Disorder. The catch is: the definition of a child is not universal and that is why it causes so much confusion. In fact, the current age of those involved and the complexity of the context are extremely important. 

According to the Oxford Dictionary, a child is a “human being in the phase of childhood, from birth to puberty”. Puberty is currently defined at around 13 years of age, but is not exact and varies with the years. 

And that is why the age of majority in many countries is 18 years old. 

The terms “child” to define P3dophilia Disorder and legal majority are not the same.That is why, in Brazil and in several other countries that are signatories to the Convention on the Rights of the Child, we adopt the term “child and adolescent”, as in our Child and Adolescent Statute, also from 1990. 

And here we have 11 years being the divider.

Now, go back to the leaked Forever prints and conversations. There is, to date, no indication that Forever has a disorder that makes him feel constant sexual desires for pre-pubescent children. 

This is a fact. But did he commit any crime? There is no “crime of pedof1li4”, just as there is no “crime of ADHD” or “crime of sadism” (sadomasochism is considered a paraphilia, as is pedophilia). 

So what crimes are foreseen related to this topic? 

In the Brazilian criminal code we have: 

👉 The 3rd rape of Vulnerable 

(Remember that this definition was only included in 2009. At that time I was already in college, that is, all these definitions are still very recent and cause a lot of confusion even among experts.)

 👉 Child Pornography 

"Present, produce, sell, provide, disseminate or publish, through any means of communication, including the world wide web or the internet, photographs or images containing pornography, or scenes of explicit sex involving children or adolescents." 

Leaving the field of crimes against children and adolescents, we still have: 

👉 S3xual Harassment 

Everything that has been released about Forever so far does not seem to fit into any of the crimes presented. 

But does this mean that the attitude he had in 2016/2017 is morally correct? 

No. But history is made to change the future, not the past 

Take a test for me: ask your parents what gender identity issues were like when they were younger. Or what are neutral pronouns. 

Why do you think that so many people are only coming out now? 

If we were to condemn all past attitudes by the morals of the present, from the millennials behind, everyone would be cancelled. And you will be canceled in a few years too. 

History is made for us to learn from it and change the future. 

Why do we subject ourselves to entering a history classroom and reading about slavery, Nazism, racism, machismo? To do different in the future. 

But the past is in the past. New laws cannot apply to attitudes made before their conception. Nor moral values. 

What we colloquially call today “pedof1li4” is often not related to psychiatric disorder but rather to the result of a patriarchal culture where women need to be much younger than men. 

Therefore, the 20, 21 year old Forever was not supposedly expressing a sexual desire for pre-pubescent children, but rather replicating and continuing an ancient culture where women mature much earlier than men. 

Therefore, a 15-year-old girl would be on equal terms playing and trash talking with a 21-year-old adult. 

However, today we know that this is a lie and the trauma it causes women. 

But what's wrong? 

The definition of “harassment” may need to be updated. 

In Brazilian legislation, Sexual Harassment is applied in an employment context, such as a boss who makes sexual jokes to an intern, and she does not defend herself for fear of losing her job.

However, I have been observing that, with the emergence of the internet and social networks, teen idols are increasingly closer to their fans. 

The influence and power that an idol can represent for their teenage fans is comparable to that of a boss in the workplace.

Teenagers harass idols. They send nudes on Instagram. And knowing how to deal with this is still something very new, as the idols are also new. 

It is in this fertile field of uncertainty that the cancellation gains strength, and it hinders this debate rather than helping it.

The dangers of cancellation When I see comments about “the Order Paranormal community is toxic, the QSMP community is toxic, the community canceled Jão again” I don't even understand where these discussions are taking place. 

In the past, communities were formed in centralized environments, such as forums and chats. 

I found out it was on Twitter and Tiktok. Which leads me to the question: how on earth does a Twitter community exist? Twitter even has a recent community tool, but it is still underused.

All the thousands of information and opinions on the subject pop up in millions randomly in each person's feed depending on what the algorithm chooses for them. It is almost impossible to build a chronology or logical line of facts posed by fakes that go viral from time to time. 

And lost millennial as I am, so are journalists, advertisers, legal advisors and all the professionals who have the sad task of trying to extract as much information as possible from this chaotic world and take some action with their team of influencers or clients. Poor boomer judges who have to deal with cybercrime cases. Justice is slow. However, Twitter is too fast. Judge and demand action immediately. 

At the time of this thread, Forever has already lost followers and mentions on pages, risking losing projects.

What we have now are creators giving up on their projects, abandoning their communities, all because we still don't know how to deal with the social and technological changes that are getting faster every day. Misinformation spreads faster than information.

Of crimes against honor 

If being a young asshole in the past is not a crime, imputing false crimes and unfairly attacking a person's honor is. In legislation we have 3 crimes associated with honor: Slander, defamation and insult.

Anonymous profile does not save. 

Each generation has something to teach, but also to learn from the previous one. I saw the internet grow. 

This isn't nostalgic talk about “ICQ was still good”. Crosses. But I lived the world without the internet, and with the internet. 

Returning to my personal perspective, I started an engineering course in 2007. 

There were only 2 women in the room. Not only did I experience all kinds of machismo and harassment, I also practiced a lot of female rivalry. And homophobia. Several of these women are my best friends today. 

Many of them I don't even want to see painted gold, but many of my colleagues who shared photos of me in bikinis when WhatsApp came out are my best friends today. 

As? IM crazy? Uninformed? No.

As time went by, I was able to see what was a portrait of a sick society, and what was an individual character. Together, as friends, we discussed a lot. We fight. We touch wounds. We learn. 

Some of the college “catchers” and bullies even took on a new sexuality when they came to terms with themselves, and saw a safer world emerging. We eliminated from our vocabulary expressions such as “viadinho”, “mute servant”, “samba do creole doido”. 

We learn to accept the consequences of our actions. Therefore, those who remained after this whole process were worth taking for life. 

But this all takes time. Search. Study. Anonymity allows this. 

However, these young public figures are being pressured to go through this process in public, and without time. 

They need to post a mature statement within minutes, as mentions accumulate on Twitter.