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bbiemochi · 2 years

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HIII

Can I request HC for either Kohaku, hiiro, mayoi and eichi accidentally entering when s/o is wearing a dinosaur custom while doing a TikTok(?) Like video (but will never really post it) or kohaku/mayoi being kabedon| cornered t posing by dinosaur wearing s/o cause they think it's fan.

Sorry for an odd request it's just a fluff crack I want to request xD

𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 ! | mayoi & kohaku

[an]: hi there bb~! when i read this request i almost sharted/li. THIS WAS SO RANDOM BUT I LOVE IT?;!,?;);?: the fact that mayoi is involved makes it even better; i thought: man, i’m gonna have fun while writing this aND I DID XD nonetheless, tysm for requesting ! hope you enjoy !

summary: it seems like your boyfriend does fear one thing about you

pairing: mayoi & kohaku x g/n!reader [ separate ! ]

genre: crack + fluff <33

MAYOI AYASE

• omfg

• you two are in chaos

• pure chaos

• it all started when mayoi decided to visit you after idol practice, he noticed of how he busy he was these days for upcoming lives and as a boyfriend, he thought he might be leaving you alone all the time.

• based on aira’s opinion (he always asks each one of his unit members of how a relationship should always be like due to his zero knowledge), the male explains that a relationship should always have quality time together as a healthy couple. going on dates, explore, etc.

• well that was lowkey a big mistake.

• since when mayoi heard this he…kinda had a small breakdown once in realization he doesn’t have that ‘quality time’ for you.

• aira had to calm him down.

• “poor y/n, i’m a terrible person…! i don’t deserve them..! if i’m the one who asked them out first and then end up being such a cruel boyfriend f-for them with no quality time then whats the point of dating them?!!”

• “m-mayoi-san take deep breaths! calm down…! they won’t call you terrible..! you can still be with them even with no quality time!”

• aira had to explain from the start

• so now here he was, in front of your door—with tiny gifts in his hand and some food he bought before coming.

• he knocked first. “y/n-san..? are you here? it’s me; mayoi..”

• when he knocked the third time there was still no answer from you.

• alright so now he was freaking out.

• he thought you were going to lock him out forever because of what he did 🥹

• guilt 3000

• when he noticed your door was unlock, he quietly excused himself inside of your house. you were used to him doing that, so of course he knew you didn’t mind.

• omfg he winces a little when the house was dark. did he just break inside his s/o’s house???!?

• another freak out montage part 3

• “y/n-san…?”

• places the food neatly on your kitchen table #westan

• shaking a little—when he arrived at the corner, that was the moment he saw the gates to heaven opening/hj

• a certain large figure approaching him at a full speed pace, mayoi screams in terror and shields himself from the mentioned figure.

• it took him a while to realize it was just you in a dino costume :P

• LE T-POSE

“y-y/n-san…? w-w-what are you doing??”

the male was in complete bewilderment mixed with an astonishing look over his face as he noticed the large figure who had approached him was just you. despite that, he still tried to hide his face behind his arms that reads the word ‘afraid and confused?’ it was only you, he wasn’t even sure why he still felt scared.

it was probably because you were wearing a huge dinosaur outfit, or it was because the position you were doing at that very moment frightened mayoi as you cornered him. a t-pose, cornered by his significant other in a dinosaur costume. it was a thought you’ve always think about—doing incredibly hilarious and questionable stuff like this to your boyfriend who can be easily scared. not only was it humoring to see, however it was also entertaining.

“i-is this a punishment for not giving you quality time??? i-i’m really sorry, y/n-san please forgive me…!” mayoi stammers, using both of his arms to cover himself from your pose and distance you were both in. it took you a while to immediately stop what you were doing and let out a loud laugh, holding your stomach as you did. still a little frightened, mayoi opens one of his eyes—his irises seeing you jump out of the dino costume calmly with still a bright smile over your face, phone on your right palm. did you record that reaction? how humiliating.

“ahaha..! i’m really sorry, ayase. i just think it’s just fun to do these sorts of things. including to your boyfriend who i love~” you teased, tossing the dino outfit to the side before sitting beside mayoi who was still seated on the corner. with that comment, mayoi sheepishly looks away, flustered. “i-i’m more sorry…i’ve been busy with idol practice these days…i just can’t find some time to spend my day with you, even if i’m your boyfriend and all and…i’m sorry for being a scum on the earth a-and…”

a touch of your palm made him pause from talking, with a flinch coming afterwards at the feeling of your soft hand on his. you chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder to calm him down. sadly for you, he can’t be just calm when you’re this close to him. you were out of his league, way too far. “y-y/n-san??”

“don’t be like that, ayase~ you know i really hate it when you talk shit about yourself.”

“eek..! t-then i’m sorry for talking shit about myself..! please forgive me..!”

another soft laugh escalates out of your lips. yup, this really is mayoi alright. the entire day you cuddled and comforted with him on the corner, while you both just lay your heads on one another in peace.

KOHAKU OUKAWA

• what happens when you agree in making non-stop bets with the leader of crazy:b ?

• drum rolls please

• 🥁🥁🥁🥁

• that’s correct; the loser gets the most embarrassing punishments when they lose the gamble with rinne.

• that guy was a scumbag no doubt, although he is a good brother to hiiro.

• this time, rinne only gave you one embarrassing punishment after you lost a bet with him. and since you were younger than the male, he made sure the punishment was just a light one. unlike the punishments he had given to niki when he loses a bet to him.

• with a box in hand, rinne hands it to you after crazy:b’s practice

• you gave him that 🤨🤨 face

• he gave you that 😜😜 face

• “what’s this?”

• (kokeshi) “you’ll see it later once you head home. message me once you opened it.”

• he told you to contact kohaku to come over your place as well.

• in order to gain your trust, rinne decided to just tell you what was inside, slightly ruined your surprise but at least it was better than being stuck curious 🤷‍♀️

• no fucking way you had to do that as a punishment in losing the bet.

• “are you serious???”

• “hey, it’s either that or do you wanna feel what niki’s feeling every time he loses.”

• yeah, no thank you <33

• bless niki for having such strength 😫

• you wasted no time—texted kohaku to come over your place so could see how you’ll be jumping in the dino outfit rinne gave as your punishment. you hadn’t told him that it was a dinosaur costume of course, that would just ruin the fun. the fact that you have to record it for that red haired scumbag to see.

• rinne knew his punishments were always wild and he seemed to find these amusing and humorous, even if some were just next level of embarrassment.

• once you and your boyfriend walked back to your apartment complex, you both were quick to open the box given by the crazy:b leader.

• yeah, a fucking dino outfit was inside. how did rinne even actually had time to find these sorts of items?

• kohaku was bewildered, while a deep sigh escalated out of your mouth. well oh boy, here goes nothing.

• not even a second after you put the costume on, you hurriedly cornered kohaku onto a nearby corner.

• his face went literally from 😥 to 😨

• did rinne and niki also infected you with their stupidity?

• boutta visit tatsumi for a holy prayer 🙏

“o-oi what are you doing??”

kohaku’s voice shivers, along with his small body movements backing away as you stepped close to him one by one, the floor creaks. not much as kohaku expected how his leader’s punishment would be, but hey—what are the odds, y’know? it’s rinne we’re talking about after all. that red headed asshole has a whole lot more in his mind.

feeling the cold wall hit his back, the pink haired male was cornered, no where else to go, just his eyes on yours. well, your eyes behind the dino costume that is. he was in pure bewilderment, also a little frightened…? kohaku wasn’t sure what he was feeling. after all, a large dino costume is cornering him at the back of the living room of his lover’s house—he was at the moment of having mixed emotions in one bowl over his head!

“are you actually doing what that guy told you to do!? no way you’re actually doing it…!”

now that your boyfriend was cornered, it was time to engage the ultimate pose rinne requested you to do for your punishment.

with a rise of both of your arms in sync, you t-posed so nonchalantly in front of kohaku, a dominant atmosphere surrounding your dino presence alone in one place. kohaku…was astounded. in a little bit of a bad way. no fucking way you were doing this for real. he was probably dreaming. did he accidentally took some of the beer rinne’s been drinking? no, kohaku doesn’t drink. besides, he was far too young for that.!

so there was no other choice but for him to realize this crack scenario is real. he was still huddled over on the corner, watching as you continued to assert dominance over the t-pose right in front of your boyfriend. this was a little too odd for kohaku to handle.

to make it stop, he made a run for it—and you followed.

“stop following me..! that dino outfit is freaking me out…!” he yells, yet to no avail coming from your response. kohaku could hear you laugh from behind the costume—and with that sound, he smiles a little. with the fact that he’s being chased by you in a dinosaur costume couldn’t make his thoughts less.

maybe this punishment wasn’t that bad. but it was still weird.

a/n: hi sorry for posting this late :,} i’ve currently got a lot on my plate rn huhu

#lucy works 🍕💗#lucy’s works 📚✨#ensemble stars #enstars #kohaku oukawa #mayoi ayase #ayase mayoi #oukawa kohaku #mayoi x reader #enstars x reader #kohaku oukawa x reader

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shed0kryptz · 5 months

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okayyy it wouldn’t hurt to share some of the ideas for other realm entities…

The Rift - class 5 entity !! super high up there. they’re responsible for keeping planets in balance. maintaining gravity. regulating when stars explode, when things collide (planets or asteroids), keeping the terrain from falling apart on specific planets (it’s partly responsible for earthquakes !!!!). they have no physical form, but can replicate the shape of things. they are a cloud of geometric particles that shift and glimmer. prolly have some weird mist surrounding them. take up a lot of space !!! they’re also one of the chillest uppers to exist, which is surprising since most of them are rude and narcissistic. potentially canon, but they might have a connection to either db or collector (likely collector) !!! this would be relevant cuz eventually db fuses to its vessel and it can’t do that on its own, so collector would be the one to get him the help. rift has the ability to combine things together so it makes sense. but also it would be interesting for rift to have plot involvement somehow, cuz as of now, it’s a side character. idk yet !!!

Profundis - honestly, moon can speak more about them than me but i can give a basic rundown. they are a class 4 entity (not sure lol !!!) that works for warp in the same unit/building as db and collector. they are a water/sea entity, and their design is based off of an old deep-sea diving suit !! they are in a position higher than db and collector, so possibly a board member or another position we have yet to establish. we’ve also kinda made it canon that they speak in caps + codeblock text 24/7 (the backticks ` text on disc lol) and they interact with db n collector quite a bit. prolly friends at this point. i am unsure of their abilities oopsies. but they’re very cool !!!

Shard - placeholder name for sure. class 4 entity. he is a crystal/glass entity. he breaks off pieces of himself to use for offense. he can either forcefully break a piece off or shoot them out in shards. crazy i know !1!1! like, he can flick his hand and fragments fly out. he probably gets tiny particles everywhere whenever he moves. not sure what material he is made of, but it might be some form of quartz or realm crystal compound. no idea !! but he is very sharp. literally. he works at warp as a board member in db and collector’s unit. so far he is just a side character but he is def the stereotypical upper personality. an absolute arrogant asshole !!!!!! his concept actually came from an idea we had about db getting attacked during a business meeting. the uppers had agreed that db was not performing as well as usual and threatened to take away its position if things do not change etc etc, but shard acted on his own accord. ig he figured that simply telling db wouldn’t do anything, so he decided to use physical force. ofc, he ended up dictating the conversation for that to happen. the other uppers were shocked by this, but they didn’t do anything to help db. they just cancel the meeting. it’s worse too because db didn’t take its vessel with it, so shard managed to pierce its core, the most vulnerable area of any upper (i imagine that more powerful entities have evolved souls called cores that are extremely hard to destroy. ofc this is different when fighting other uppers). point is. shard sucks and we don’t like him !!! his name should be shart tbh.

Quill - placeholder name again! this character may or may not be canon, she is the most mysterious concept out of all of these because she just came to my mind one day. quill is a class 5 entity and a very important one ! they are responsible for keeping records of every conscious entity across all dimensions !! i imagine she is sorta a ceo of her own super large company that keeps them all organized. realm technology allows them to not take up too much area cuz that would be. trillions of records to store. so they prolly have a way around it to conserve space! she is constantly writing down new information for each being 24/7 on special paper i imagine. they have multiple arms as well. each being has a large “binder” of everything theyve done. they get stored in large file cabinet things bla bla. they are not allowed to disclose any information unless if they are directly contacted and given payment. her concept could possibly be relevant in the event that a character needs to look through the information of another character, but idk if they will be real or not. it’s a fun idea tho !

there are others but they are way too rough to explain. also, none of these have concept art as of now unfortunately. but yay !!! ideaz :)

@moonshine1991 bestow upon us profundis lore

#concepts #still need a better name for the realm rargh #dbcollector

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khalixvitae · 1 year

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also your brain is wrinklier than the balls of a sweaty red neck florida man. you're so fucking based.

honestly i like to make light of the fact that rook was acquainted with vil via criticizing his play upfront, and the fact that they even became inseparable after, but i really think it says a lot about them. especially vil, in this case. about how vil values the cold and hard truth above all that is sugarcoated and brought to him via beating around the bush in a world where everyone is sucking up to him to get something out of it. like, what did rook have to gain in the moment? if anything, he would've been mauled by anyone else. but he did it out of genuine interest, in vil and helping him (even if his critique lacked tact in the delivery). that's what drew vil to rook. he was so unabashed in what he thought about a certain things flaws, but also so full of vigor and readiness to see it for all it's potential. he's exactly the type of person vil needs.

unwavering loyalty (the type that vil truly values) can also be seen through rook's election of neige in the vdc. i really do hate that it's portrayed as a betrayal. yes, i understand it would be to anyone else, especially given rook knows of vil's rivalry with neige. but obviously, rook and vil aren't conventional people. rook already stated very valid reasons for it; it wouldn't satisfy vil's ambition nor his need for the first place and perfection. it'd be hollow to him. most of all, vil would know he didn't deserve it because the performance itself wasn't the best he could give. why would he want an unjustified trophy? he would've continued striving for no. 1 in extremely damaging ways if rook did not choose neige and give him the reality check he needed. that's the type of reality check he wanted. that's what true friends do. holding each other to standards, encouraging improvement-- doing what's right, because it will do right by them in association. rook choosing vil in this context would be the truest betrayal to vil because rook knows it would go against all vil stands for. it would be the biggest betrayal to rook's wanting to help vil improve and blossom because it wouldn't do that. it'd drive him further into madness. rook pulled vil back before he could do that and that's real loyalty. making hard decisions for the betterment of your loved ones. i don't really remember much of chapter 5's ending, but i do remember vil also acknowledged all my prior points himself, and did realise the winning the VDC wouldn't have been the best for him in the long run.

i absolutely hate blind devotion. i hold my friends to moral codes because being too entrenched in unhealthy mindsets would leave you blindsided to what's truly beautiful and joyous in life and people, and i dont want to be the one to enable or exacerbate it. i expect them to do the same with me; tell me off, disagree with me, and give me a reality check when i need it, because i know ill appreciate it when that time has long gone and their wake up call was what got me back on the right track. that they cared about me enough that they wanted to help me change for better instead of just standing to the sidelines because to be loved is to be CHANGED.... (wails uncontrollably into pillow, shits, sharts, etc etc). my greatest goal in life is to be the best version of myself and to be loyal is to support what the truest part of me yearns for! improvement! that's why i expect that if i were to act up, my friends would have the courage in knowing that opposing whatever dumb idea i might have would ultimately mean the most to me! so when i say i get how vil must've felt during chapter 5 i really get it. sure he still would've been upset over his loss but i believe he understood the reality of the situation quite well, including rooks reasoning. he trusts rook because he knows rook can make the right call for him if need be, even if it results in such drastic consequences. he knows rook has his actual best interests in mind. he knows rook isn't one to lick vil's boots-- he'd bow before him and rise against him, all in vil's favour. that's why he was more determined than ever to get on the right track to strive towards complete perfection. he was upset but he knew it was transient and he'll have another chance at true success.

people also have to understand that brutally honest =/= cruel. brutally honest is just a term used by people who just want an excuse to be mean but he doesn't intend to be, so i can see how that term, when conflated with a character, can be warped to a different interpretation. yes, good intentions don't always equal good actions but he always means it for the betterment of others. you don't like his tone? tell him! he'll adjust the level of tact in which he delivers his speech but the content is more or less the same.

again, vil is also another one who drops a lot of subtle hints of vulnerability. of large deviations of who he is and how he operates.

god i am.. sgshn???!?!!!!!!! so desperately in love with him....!??? he's so deeply flawed but that doesn't make him a bad person. it makes him so real and raw and just. someone i could really sympathize with in real life, especially when i can relate to, or atleast understand many of his core themes and struggles. he's more complex than the other boys in the cast (not to say the others cannot have complexity) and it makes it all the better to pick him apart. yes i see god in your eyes babes please kiss me so hard my lips explode.

“He’d bow before him and rise against him, all in Vil’s favor” HOLY SHIT ANON THAT IS ?,, THE HARDEST LINE IVE EVER READ??? But I completely agree! Vil was less upset about the justified loss than he was about Neige winning ! He understood Rook’s reasoning and didn’t question it, but ofc he was irritated that his (one sided) mortal nemesis beat him. I agree that Vil is so insanely complex- that’s why he’s my favorite character to pick apart, and also why I feel the strongest connection to him. Tbh he’s one of the only characters I could see myself realistically befriending. His honesty and determination are super admirable imo, and we share some core values.

Also,,, I’m currently brainstorming ways for him to show his vulnerabilities, funnily enough hehe hoo

#asks !!#twst #twisted wonderland #vil shoenheit #Vil posting ！(◎_◎;)

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rinwellisathing · 4 months

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Paint The Lines, Cut The Flesh: Part 7

“The darkness is oppressive....” Wyll frowned as the party stood on the precipice of the sickened land. “Almost like it could clutch at my throat with a clawed hand like a monster in a folktale.” Jaina gazed forward into the gloom, eyes narrowing. It was difficult to see two feet in front of her face and reaching out her hand felt almost like pressing into a rip tide. Frowning, she looked at the torches in the burning pyre that seemed to have been left for adventurers and the idea of how easily they might be snuffed out crossed her mind. “Deep in the ocean, there exist creatures that thrive under pressure and oppressive darkness. Their bodies give off light...it guides their way and it can attract prey as well....If my theory is correct, if we could do the same we might overtake a scouting party from Moonrise and find out how they traverse this place...” She looked to Sentry and Shadowheart. “You two deal in holy magic, can you give our armor and weapons some sort of illumination?” Shadowheart seemed puzzled a moment as she stepped forward. “I don't seem to be effected by this curse...Halsin did say it was Sharran in nature...” Her eyes widened and her expression became one of awe. “She must truly love me, I really am her chosen....” She breathed.

“Yes, well, that just means you have more spell power to protect the rest of us...So perhaps stop gawking and get to it?” Astarion rolled his eyes. “Gods above, I never thought I'd be begging someone to cast a light spell on me.” He muttered, folding his arms across his chest. Sentry gently laid a hand on Astarion's shoulder, the touch was so soft, almost apologetic and warm, golden light pulsed over the vampire's body leaving a gentle, subtle glow. The tiefling smiled gently. “So it doesn't hurt your eyes too, I know how that can be...” Astarion looked up at him, taken aback. Sentry was a strong man, and when they'd slept together, he'd certainly been the handsy sort. But as he thought back to Sentry's healing touches or when they would just talk, he was so delicate about it, never insisting on more contact than was absolutely necessary. At first, Astarion wondered if the way he fed on Sentry disgusted the young man, but that couldn't be true, Sentry's expression was always that dopey puppy dog look of devotion. “Yes...well...thank you, darling.” He finally said absently. “No trouble!” Sentry nodded kindly and walked over to Jaina and Wyll, pressing a hand to each of their shoulders as their clothing lit up with that same gentle glow. Finally he sheepishly approached Shadowheart. “Hey...Running a bit low on energy and I still need to be able to smite if Jaina's plan's gonna work...d'you mind, Shart?” She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Please stop calling me that.” She muttered through gritted teeth, but obliged, spreading her fingers over Sentry's chest plate and wreathing him in light. The party began to make their way through the shadows slowly and cautiously, Sentry taking the lead and Shadowheart bringing up the rear. As they ventured deeper into the curse, Sentry got the intense feeling he had been here before. A memory of carelessly wandering a town wreathed in similar shadows, the view of this forest from a bedroom window, a fine carriage with clockwork horses, strange blue lanterns hanging from the rooftops.

“Hey, do you hear something up ahead?” Jaina whispered. “I think someone else is out here.” Subconsciously, she took a protective step in front of Wyll as Sentry snapped out of the memory and joined her in peering around the corner. “Who are they?” Sentry whispered back, frowning in confusion. “They're definitely wearing a uniform.” “They're Harpers, see the pins?” Jaina replied, pointing to the silver harps pinned to the figures' cloaks. “We would trade with them for information a lot and sometimes they'd book passage aboard our ships. They're generally friendly if you aren't some elder evil...” She explained as she stepped out, hands raised peacefully. “Who's there?! State your business!” Their leader, a pretty human with long dark curls called out, raising her torch to get a better look at the strange tieflings standing before her. “Jaina Thalassia, Daughter of Captain Jonah Thalassia of The Bitch's Fury.” Jaina introduced herself clearly and amicably. “My friends and I have come here looking to confront the cult at Moonrise Tower.”

Sentry's eyes moved from Jaina and the woman as he noticed one of the archers was moving just a bit to close to the edge of the torch's light. Part of him debated calling out a warning, part of him knew what would happen, he had seen it before, he realized. But that nasty little voice at the back of his mind told him to stay quiet, let it happen. Either they'd make a stronger case to earn the Harpers' trust, or they would have one less weapon brandishing group to worry about. A sick feeling in his stomach chastised him for that, as the other Harpers turned to see their friend swallowed by shadows. “Yonas!” The dark haired woman called out, she and her friends closing ranks, letting the torch light glow brighter around them as a horrible screech sounded from the shadows and shades began erupting from the ground, the unfortunate harper crawling from the gloom, eyes glowing a haunting sickly green as ichor dripped from his lips, dark and slimy. “Sentry! Those smites of yours would be very useful right now.” Jaina bit her lip as lightning crackled in her hands. Wyll drew his blade and behind them, motes of moonlight appeared around Shadowheart, burning at the cursed creatures surrounding them. Astarion shifted behind Sentry, bow drawn. Sentry's blade glowed as he held it at the ready, joining the remaining Harpers in defending their position. ----

“This place gives me the creeps...” Karlach shuddered as she and Lae'zel led the party into the strange, sickly divide between the mountains and this strange, cursed forest. “Makes me wanna carry Clive at my hip, y'know, as a little comfort thing.” “My blade is the only comfort I require.” Lae'zel replied bluntly as she slashed a dead branch out of the way with a frown. “Hold...There is someone up ahead.” “Is that...” Octavia's bright eyes widened and she couldn't help but point, her mouth open wide. The figure before the party was dressed in lavishly embroidered fine traveling robes. A wizard's hat to rival the finest she'd seen in any city boutique she'd ever visited adorned his head of long, snowy white hair, and though he leaned on a staff, there was a quiet power about him, elderly though he was.“Elminster Au'rum? The archmage?” She breathed, barely containing excitement at seeing the legend she had only heard stories of in person. “T'chk....Whoever he is, he looks like an elderly Istik out for a stroll in his sleep clothes.” Kroger quirked a brow. “Who is this person that you're so in awe of?” To Kroger's eyes, the man before them was ancient, especially for a human. He was dressed in clothing laughably ill suited for the environment and a frankly ridiculous hat atop his aged head. Gale sighed, rolling his eyes as he stepped forward. “Nothing to be concerned about, just an old friend...” He approached, raising a hand in greeting. “Hello, Elminster...What brings you to this less than pleasant locale?” “Gale, my boy....I've come to speak with you, in fact.” The man replied. With a sigh, he added. “Ah, but I find myself exhausted from the long journey and in need of refreshment. Mystra bade me travel as quickly as I could with little time for comfort or concern for my wellbeing. Perhaps we might reconvene at your camp?”

“Mystra herself send you?” Gale seemed taken aback, his eyes widening, mouth set in an anxious frown. “But why?” “By the gods, boy. Have you no manners? Let us speak of this someplace more comfortable.” Elminster groaned like a grandfather, inconvenienced by a naughty child. “Aww, izzat Gale's grandad?” Karlach chuckled as she approached. “Apparently so.” Kroger quirked a brow, folding his arms across his chest. “But anyway, he IS right, we should rest a moment while we discern a way through this cursed fog. Let's find a safe place to bed down for the night and get the old man's energy back up. As I have read, some humans get quite irritable when they lack sustenance, or worse than that, they go collapsing left and right.” As the party set up camp, Gale folded his arms and eyed Elminster as they stood near his tent (which was presently setting itself up with the aid of glowing motes of purple energy. “Alright, Elminster, now why did Mystra send you to find me?” “Don't be crass, Gale. I've still yet to eat even a morsel!” The old man chastised, pausing and turning his head as Octavia tapped him shyly on the shoulder. “Here you are, Elminster, sir. And some for you as well, Gale. Speaking on such important mysteries of the arcane can be hungry work!” Octavia gave a shy smile as she hand Elminster some cheese and dried beef wrapped in a cloth and the same for Gale, with some warm spiced bread for them to share. “I'll leave you be.” She bowed politely, backing up into the darkness. “A kind and clever girl, what an apprentice she'll make some day for some lucky wizard.” Elminster nodded as he began to eat. “She's nearly as accomplished as I am, she's got no need to be an apprentice.” Gale replied defensively. “Mm...yes, well...at any rate, Gale...Mystra has told me she knows of your current plight...and she would consider forgiveness. Not only that, but in doing so, help you defeat this Absolute.” Elminster intoned, his voice low and somewhat more ominous than Gale might have hoped for one discussing forgiveness. “She would?” He paused a moment, a look of surprise crossing his face. “And what would I need to do?”

Elminster's expression softened a moment. “The orb you carry could be detonated at will in order to destroy The Absolute and its followers. I can grant a boon that will soothe it temporarily until you are close enough to set it off...” The air behind them rippled as Octavia rushed up to them. “No! Then Gale would die? It's out of the question, we will find another way! My sister is the greatest warrior our people have ever known, it will not come to this!” “Octavia...I should have known you couldn't help but listen in...” Gale shook his head with a sad smile. “But, if this is our only option...” “It isn't! It can't be! You are smarter than that! What about what Jaina and Wyll said about putting our heads together when we all first joined up?” The Githyanki frowned, her already big blue eyes wide as if fighting back tears. “It is the only way Mystra will consider forgiveness, Gale. I'll leave you with this...” Elminster murmured something quietly and crossed a hand over Gale's chest. The wizard had to admit, the orb felt calmer and more quiet than it had in some time as Elminster disappeared. “Maybe if that's the only way she will forgive you, her forgiveness isn't worth it.” Octavia frowned. “Goddesses can be wrong. Vlaakith is, why not Mystra?” “Because...” Gale gently took Octavia by the hand. “I wronged her first.” “What? By seeking greater magic? By searching for understanding? I study Istik cultures, Gale. I know what Mystra bids her followers to do, exactly what she is punishing you for now. Is that a just, wise goddess? To me it sounds like a petty tyrant.” Octavia's expression soured. “I questioned Vlaakith, perhaps it is your turn to start questioning your goddess too.” She squeezed Gale's hand tightly, her expression sorrowful under its ferocity as she looked him in the eye. Gale didn't quite know how to respond. He just held Octavia's hands gently in his and looked her in the eyes. A nagging twinge at the back of his mind told him she was right, that he was being played by his goddess and that he was being punished for doing nothing more than embodying what her chosen should. But another part of him still paused, Karsus' folly haunting his memory like a childhood fable meant as a warning.

Across the camp, Karlach was preparing for bed as Kroger approached, sitting beside her. She gave him a small smile and clapped him on the shoulder. “Hey soldier. Missing Wyll, hmm? Afraid Jaina's got him all to herself?” Kroger blushed and cleared his throat. “N...No, why would you...what makes you think?” He inhaled deeply. “No, I merely....he is a good friend of yours, and...as I am a good friend of his, I'd be remiss not to assist you in any way I can...You talked about having your...soft-thing...at your side for comfort, I thought of a way it would be useful to you in this place.” “Oh yeah?” Karlach grinned, chuckling as she folded her arms across her chest. “You can make Clive REALLY able to protect me against this Shadowcurse?” “Well, I believe I can...” Kroger nodded thoughtfully, taking the worn bear carefully in his hands and focusing a spell very cautiously on it. With a little time, the bear began to glow gently with a warm, comforting light. “And then you'd just wear him at your waist...As you suggested you might.” He offered the stuffed animal back to Karlach. “Oh fuck yeah! Always wanted a battle buddy all my own. Thanks!” She slugged Kroger appreciatively in the arm, the smaller man wincing but giving a small smile and nod.

After the shadow creatures had been quieted, the remaining Harpers had proven grateful and informed the party of a safe haven not far from where they were attacked. Shadowheart paused to direct a sending spell to Kroger to let the other party know where to meet them and they started towards safety. “Huh...well, it certainly does look cozy enough.” Sentry nodded as they reached the threshold. He looked around at the various inhabitants about the grounds, noting with relief that it seemed the tieflings had made it here. “It's good these people have found a safe haven here.” Wyll smiled approvingly. “Hopefully it stays that way.” “We can help ensure that it does.” Jaina replied, offering him a small smile in return. “Well, I suppose at least it's better than bedding down in these awful woods another night.” Astarion rolled his eyes. Sentry was about to speak, but shifted uncomfortably looking down at his feet instead as he found vines rising from the ground and wrapping around his legs, snaking up his body. His face paled and his mind snapped back to a memory, a small Tiefling child with long white hair tied down on a dirty mattress in a cage, hands gripping at his limbs as he cried out and tried to struggle. He froze and his face flashed between panic and rage.

“Release me this instant.” He growled. “I think not...”A calm, authoritative voice replied as an old half-elven woman walked slowly towards him, her fierce brown eyes narrowed. In her hand she held a vial with a squirming creature inside, banging at the glass eagerly as she held it out to Sentry. “Ketheric is growing bold sending his True Souls into our base...” Sentry was starting to struggle, his mouth set in a snarl, eyes glazing over. Jaina frowned and hurried to step between Sentry and the woman, holding her hands up apologetically. “We aren't True Souls. We want to be rid of these tadpoles. We're here to defeat The Absolute and keep it from causing anymore harm.” She began to explain. The half-elf frowned and raised a brow. “Is that so? And how is it you are not under its control then?” “Please, let him go. He's frightened. If he calms down, we can show you.” Jaina replied. “There is an artifact, but he's the one carrying it.” The woman shook her head. “I cannot let him go until I am certain what you say is true, my people's safety comes first.” Jaina looked back towards Wyll and the others pleadingly. Sentry was fully gone at this point, panic had set in and awakened the urge. “Alright, let me.” Astarion sighed, walking up beside Sentry. He put on an air of annoyance, as though the spectacle was all too much for him, rolling his eyes and shaking his head dramatically. But when he reached Sentry, he gently laid his hand on the tiefling's arm, light and cautious, giving him room to jerk away if he needed. His mind connected to Sentry's. 'They can't hurt you, darling. Wherever you think you are, it isn't real. You don't have to go back there.' Sentry's eyes focused again. His breathing slowed. His surroundings in his minds eye changed. The walls of the cage were blown apart, the house scorched from fire damage. He stood hand in hand with that dark haired man, smiling appreciatively up at a pair of mutilated corpses hanging from the ceiling. He gave a small smile as the scene shifted again. Dark tossled hair gave way to soft white curls and deep emerald eyes gave way to shining ruby.

“Thanks...What's going on, again?” Sentry murmured, voice slurring just a bit. “The artifact, darling.” Astarion prompted. “Right...yeah...Um..” He fidgeted against the vines a bit before managing to produce the artifact from one of his side pouches. The half-elf watched in surprise as the tadpole in the jar thrashed and squirmed, trying in vain to get away from the strange device before seeming to fall unconscious. “Huh...A useful thing to have indeed.” She blinked, finally letting the vines fall away from Sentry, who heaved a sigh of relief and allowed himself to go to his knees. “If you truly seek to destroy The Absolute, then it seems our goals are aligned. Come and speak with me inside...And have a drink, I am sure you've had a long journey.” She nodded towards the inn as she turned and walked away.

Sentry blinked, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Shit...” He murmured. He could still feel himself trembling and his cheeks felt wet. That memory had hit him so hard, he'd felt truly helpless. He squeezed his eyes shut and breathed deeply and when he opened them, a gloved hand was extended towards him. “Are you alright, Sentry?” Wyll asked, his smile was reassuring as Sentry accepted his hand and allowed him to help him to his feet. “Yeah...sorry...” Sentry replied sheepishly, looking away and frowning. “A drink will calm your nerves. Father always says a good swig of rum heals all wounds.” Jaina patted him on the back with a fond chuckle. “You did well considering the way that woman treated you.” “The funny thing? She was actually a little familiar, I think.” Sentry blinked, scratching his head. ---- Sentry needed some time to calm himself before meeting with The High Harper, so the party split up to explore the grounds and get comfortable. Halsin arrived from their encampment and went to see to Sentry, relieving Jaina of caring for him. She stepped out into an open area behind the inn, no one really seemed to be walking about back here, but the comforting light protecting the inn still covered it. The water was nearby, lapping peacefully at the shore, but she saw a flash of movement to the side down on the beach, her pale blue eyes scanning to find the source.

She couldn't help but smile as she saw Wyll there, dancing on the sand. His movements were so fluid, so graceful. The lean muscles of his body moved with an elegance she wasn't used to from the sort of dancing she usually watched. Slowly, she approached him with an appreciative smile, arms folded across her chest as she watched. He turned with a dashing grin to face her, finishing his dance and bowing politely as she clapped her hands. “Well, it seems there are some things nobles do that I can appreciate.” She teased. “I'm afraid the best I can do is a sailor's jig.” “Oh come now, I don't believe that for an instant. I've sparred with you and I've seen you in combat, you've a dancer's grace all your own, Miss Thalassia.” Wyll held out a hand to her. Jaina giggled and couldn't help but smile widely, sighing and rolling her eyes before taking his hand. “Well, alright my lord, but it'll be your feet that get stomped when I can't keep up.” Wyll winced at the title. “Just Wyll is fine...I should have told you sooner, but there seemed no point in it, my father exiled me ages ago...I'm no more a lord or a noble than you are a...a deck hand.” Jaina raised a brow. “A deckhand? Well, I've never been a deck hand...Do you mean a cabin girl? I was a cabin girl for a time when I was little.” Wyll frowned, giving her a deeply sincere look as he held her hand. “All I mean is, I know it hurt you that I kept my past a secret, and I'm sorry for that...But it isn't who I am. The person I am is the person you sparred and joked with at camp, the person whose side you fight by...I'm just Wyll.” Jaina nodded, turning her head away in thought for a moment and sighing softly. “No, you're right...I took it personally when it had nothing to do with me. You had your reasons for keeping it secret and it's true, that isn't who you are...You've never behaved like the stuffy nobles who treated me like garbage back in the city...I don't believe you have a cruel bone in your body.” She sighed and bit her lip. Wyll smiled softly, squeezing Jaina's hand and pulling her close. She smiled back at him and began to follow the way his feet moved, slowly and carefully at first, but soon picking up the patterns and allowing him to lead. The stars shone only over the inn, protected as it was by the warm, glowing light, and the two of them danced together, bodies close, hearts beating in time. When finally, Jaina leaned back and Wyll leaned forward, their lips met and they held the kiss as time seemed to stand still, her tail slipping around his waist, holding him gently.

“So...does this mean I'm forgiven?” Wyll asked softly. Jaina gave him a roguish smile and gave him another long, deep kiss. “There was nothing to forgive. I was a fool to see you for anything but the man I was smitten with the moment I saw him with those children.” “You're not a fool for guarding your heart...” He gently pressed a hand to her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes. “But I'm glad you could let that guard down for me. I'll protect it as valiantly as you have.”

--- Inside, Kroger and the others had entered the inn, approaching Sentry and the others at a small table. Shadowheart handed a few gold pieces to one of the tiefling children who had just set down a fine white wine on the table. “You would think this General Thorm would consider how difficult it might be for his own army to traverse this place in the fog.” Kroger rolled his eyes. “Well, one would assume they have some strategy to pass through unscathed.” Halsin suggested, sipping from a mug of ale. “Oh, they did.” Octavia replied, producing an odd little lantern from the straps she hung her staff from. “I wanted to see how it works in the presence of the entire party. Where are Jaina and Wyll?” “Off pining for eachother and pretending to be in some imagined disagreement still, I'm sure.” Astarion snorted, examining his nails. “What else is new?” “Well, I suppose we could first see if it's holy magic...Mr. Ojeda? Miss Shadowheart?” Octavia held the lantern out.

“You couldn't have just asked your brother?” Shadowheart cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “He is...dealing with a crisis of faith, we will explain further in time.” The wizard apologized, pushing the lantern towards the paladin and the cleric. Sentry's hands rested on the lantern a moment and then he picked it up, eyeing the glass panes. “Well, it isn't holy magic but there is very obviously something stuck in there, it's pounding on the glass, see? Poor little thing.” He unlatched the tiny pane that opened into a door, and a blur of color shot free of the lantern. “Huh...It's some little fae thing, see? You okay there?” Sentry blinked as the little being landed on the end of his freckled nose, standing on the tip and looking him in the eyes. He could see every detail of her tiny frame from the simple dress she wore to her long purple hair. “Thank you, thank you, good sir knight! For freeing me from that glass light!” The pixie spoke, her expression one of exaggerated gratefulness, saccharine and syrupy. “Oh...uh...no thanks are needed, lady fair, but how did you get stuck in there?” Sentry blinked. “Captured I was, by monsters most foul! But I must ask you: What comes now?” “You can go and fly away. I'd never keep you locked away.” Sentry nodded his head gently, earning a look of annoyance from the pixie as his nod threw her off balance. “Boy, you're dumber than you seem. I'll spell it out: I can grant your dreams.” The pixie rolled her eyes. “Er...It's getting tough to speak in verse, but can you get us safely through this curse?” Sentry scratched the back of his neck. “Protection from the shadow curse, what more could a dingus want?” The Pixie replied, tossing Sentry a strange little bell. “Ring this bell and speak the words, and it will give you what you've earned.” “Okay, thank you but that didn't....” Sentry began as the pixie flew off into the night. “Rhyme...Did I not have to rhyme either? Did I come up with all of that for nothing?” He frowned, a puzzled expression crossing his face. “Ah, but at least you've learned you're quite the poet, Mr. Ojeda!” Octavia clapped her hands and smiled. “You should write!” “Ugh...trust me, no one wants that.” Sentry blanched, shaking his head and taking a gulp from his glass of wine.

“Have you checked on your kin yet?” Kroger asked, sliding into a chair and accepting a glass of wine from Shadowheart, which he downed swiftly with a sigh. Sentry looked around at the tieflings holed up throughout the inn and frowned. He counted so few compared to back at the grove. He was also just beginning to notice how tired and shaken many of them seemed. His heart sank as he noticed that even a few of the kids were missing...and Zevlor as well.

He rose to his feet and slowly made his way over to the bard he recognized from The Grove. A feeling of foreboding looming over him as he approached her. The last bard he'd encountered had suffered a grisly fate and he could already feel his hands twitching. He gripped his own wrist firmly and squeezed, digging his nails in to keep the urge down. “Alfira?” He addressed her gently. “What happened? Are you alright? Where's Lakrissa?” Sentry asked, sitting beside her and examining the thousand yard stare on her face, noting the tremble in her arms. “We....we encountered a group of cultists...” She began, shakily taking a sip from her drink to steady her nerves. “Some of us tried to fight, some ran....Zevlor...he just...he just stood there...Rolan shielded me and the kids while Cal and Lia charged the cultists...but....” “Zevlor didn't fight?” Sentry frowned, looking away thoughtfully. Why? He was a Hellrider, a paladin. Even Sentry would have put himself between the others and harm, even despite the whispers in his mind. What would make Zevlor freeze like that? “Where is he now?” “I don't know...anyone who didn't die or run here got taken away by the cultists...Who knows where they've gone?” Alfira shook her head sadly. With a deep sigh, she raised her head and looked Sentry dead in the eyes. “How do you do it, Mr. Ojeda? How do you keep going through all of this?” Sentry gave a hollow laugh and shook his head, pouring himself a drink and taking a long sip. “Well, I'll let you know when I find out....I'm kind of making this up as I go...” He admitted. She gave a small, sad smile in return. “Well...at least it's good to know even heroes don't have it all figured out.” She raised her glass and took another drink. Sentry paled and stared into the distance, forcing back the urge in his mind so heavily a trickle of blood began to issue from his nose. “I'm not a hero...” He simply said, collecting his glass and hurrying back to his party.

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fairlybeloved · 4 months

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@xxofloveandlossxx

Midgar was known for many things, some better than others. Some of which could not be spoken with a humble tongue! Its notoriety in the world promised a place in which stories could unfold and destinies take root! If one was brave enough to breach the boundaries that repelled those seemingly ‘unworthy’ for her glory. Or so they said.

Whatever vision such stories inspired in others, the locals didn't pay them much heed. Zack slipped down into the slums more often than not those days, to visit the old church and the wondrous girl within, on missions assigned to him to look out for those lingering threats that seemed to crop up with more consistency than they had in the past. There was a growing faction of people who stood against ShinRa and were no longer afraid to show it. Zack didn't feel any particular way toward them, but when the bosses say he go, he go, right.

"You're shit. Everyone is shit!"

There it was, the call of the Midgardian people, rallying a smile to Zack's face. Emotions ran high in the city. Sometimes said emotions boiled over. It was an inevitability.

“GET GET GET!!! EAT BAT SHIT, ya shart!!!”

“Eeeeeeeeh!!!!”

“Aaaaaah!!” There were many flailings of limbs and a multitude of rude gestures.

Battles waging on the inside. And battles carried over on the outside.

General rhetoric that didn’t quite match the odd beauty of the metropolitan area. Or perhaps it did. Roughing up the edges a little, making it far more realistic than it might appear on an oil painting. Or otherwise.

Actually, Zack knew that few people would think such pleasant thoughts about the slums. And maybe he shouldn't either, but....

Well, Aerith changed his opinions on a lot of things.

Those Zack passed by on his venture gave him a wide margin to travel unheeded. They knew what he was and they wanted nothing to do with it. It used to bother him - actually scratch that, it still did, but.... he didn't show it as much anymore.

Zack leaned to gaze at items for sell positioned with purposeful intent by picture windows, or stopping to listen to the murmuring of voices and the conversations unfolding in a thousand different places. There was a lot to be learned if only one would take a breath and listen. Truly listen. Of course, in appreciating his surroundings, he got a few F-U’s!! himself.

Actually, Zack wasn't there that day for a pleasure cruise. He was looking for someone in particular? Some sort of.... ambassador from a different place. Angeal said he would know them when he saw them.

..... that was giving him a lot more credit than he probably deserved. But Zack was out to prove his worth to the organization and thus he would do it without fail!

#xxofloveandlossxx

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separatist-apologist · 5 months

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so i went into a new bg3 campaign intending to smash astarion, but friendzone him for gale this time. and i somehow ended up having the best relationship with gale out of everyone in my camp yet he's not interested in the least lol. the man friendzoned me so hard idk wtf i did to this man my rizz is dead on arrival. he might as well call me pal and buddy.

and yet somehow i have managed to get lae'zel and shart (and astarion though that was on purpose) to want to bone, but this damn wizard is like one fist bump away from calling me bro 😭😭😭

Did you do his weave scene yet?? Imagine kissing him and you're golden. He's a slow burn- you gotta get to act 2 before you can appreciate the wizard. I did try in my last game to finish a laezel romance and I'm back with Gale anyway.

#hes just so cozy

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babyboibucky · 4 years

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Stages - Part 1

Pairing: AU!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,072

Summary: Bucky slowly realizes that he wants to cross the line of friendship with you.

A/N: I started a new series and this is the result of listening to Lauv’s Feelings so y’all might want to listen to that. A good ‘ol classic friends to lovers trope...if they do end up together in the end lol

STAGES MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

ONE: REALIZATION

Bucky was sure that it was just platonic, his friendship with you. Being friends since your ugliest days back in college, it wasn't that hard not to keep it platonic. You sported the most hideous haircut back then, wore braces that made you spit on Bucky's face whenever the two of you argued and you cursed like a motherfucking sailor.

There wasn’t even a hint of sweetness in your entire personality. Bucky literally cried to you out of fear when he almost failed a major and you merely laughed at him, called him a pussy for getting emotional over something so trivial and bought him a bucket of beer to make him feel better.

"She's totally not girlfriend material." Bucky used to tell everyone and you always agreed without even feeling offended.

Why would you be anyway? Getting attracted to Bucky never crossed your mind even though he didn't seem to have that awkward teenager phase, that lucky bastard. He was already good-looking with his piercing blue eyes and boyish grin that made every girl in the university swoon. Sure, he had some baby fat back then but his goddamn charm was undeniable.

Too bad it never worked on you.

You’ve seen how Bucky flirted, heard his cheesy pick-up lines over and over again and they just made you cringe. You almost wanted to throw up when Bucky shamelessly engaged in phone sex while he hung out at your dorm. Thank god he didn’t whip his dick out and jerked off while you studied, he just groaned and cursed into the phone, talked dirty to whoever it was he was talking to and boy was Bucky terrible at it.

“You want me to fuck you with my 8-inch dick?” Bucky grunted into the phone as he laid on your bed.

You rolled your eyes and slammed your laptop shut, deciding to continue reviewing somewhere else. You left your dorm but not without grabbing Bucky’s phone, interrupting him in the middle of his disgusting sex talk.

“8-inch dick? More like 8 inches divided by 4. Good luck sucking his micropenis, sis.”

“You fucking, bitch!”

The both of you knew each other very well too, a tad bit too much at that. You knew each other's deepest darkest secrets like that one time in sophomore year when Bucky had food poisoning during a test and had to swallow back his vomit again and again until he finished the exam. Or when you went on a blind date for the first time, sharted, and braved through the entire day with shit in your underwear.

You also knew he wasn't one to settle down and all the times that he did commit, he always ended up breaking the poor girl's heart. Bucky was also aware of your trust issues given your family history. Having witnessed your parents fall out of love and into resentment, you refused to believe in relationships.

“I heard you rejected Tyler. He isn’t so bad you know?” Bucky asked as he sat next to you in the library.

“You know I don’t do relationships, Buck.” you told him, leaning your face against your palm as you flipped through the pages of your handouts.

“I heard you dumped Dot.” you asked back. “I thought she was the one. I mean, you sorta changed when you started dating her. Thought you stopped using your dick to think.”

Bucky shrugged, “I got bored of it.” he responded.

You snorted and turned to him, “Guys like you are the reason why I don’t do relationships.”

“Yeah well, girls like you are the reason why I don’t do commitment.” he snapped back. “You’re too cynical, I mean c’mon. Have fun, suck a dick without attachments.” he said out loud, earning a chorus of shushes from the other students engrossed in their books.

You rolled your eyes at Bucky in embarrassment and started gathering your things, preparing to leave the library.

“I already did.”

“What the fuck?! When and whose dick did you suck?!”

“Shush!!!!!”

It was pretty clear that romance was out of the books between the two of you.

Bucky was sure that it was just platonic, his friendship with you. Until he slowly began to realize that maybe, just maybe...you might be girlfriend material after all.

As the years went by, Bucky started noticing the little changes in you in all aspects...and as a man, it was the physical changes that he started to notice first.

Sleepovers weren't unusual for the both of you, in fact, the both of you were comfortable letting each other stay the night at each other’s dorms. Junior year in college, Bucky decided to stay at your dorm to work on a project. You had just finished taking a bath when Bucky knocked on your door and almost choked on his own spit upon seeing you in a tight cami top and the tiniest pair of shorts.

It wasn’t really the first time you paraded around Bucky wearing such, but for some reason, he couldn’t get his eyes to look away from your chest that night because fuck, when did they get that perky? Bucky felt bad for sexualizing so he decided to go through your old pictures (you with the ugly-ass hair and braces) to rinse his brain and fortunately, it worked.

For a while, Bucky managed to ignore the physical changes you were going through. It didn't last long though, because right after graduation Bucky started to notice a lot of things about you. Your hair had grown longer and for some reason, Bucky found himself wanting to run his fingers through your locks. He loved the natural waves in your hair, sometimes he'd tug at them to annoy you but truth was, he just wanted an excuse to touch it.

You had your braces removed in senior year too but it wasn't until your graduation that Bucky noticed how it totally changed your smile. You were pretty insecure about your teeth and when you finally got them straightened out, you learned to smile more and with confidence. Bucky remembered your habit of covering your mouth with your hands whenever you laughed so when he first saw you laugh freely, he thought you looked the most beautiful.

Were the changes in you that blatant for Bucky to start noticing them or was he just paying more attention to you?

Bucky didn't know why. At least, not yet.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Emp-ire “Anti-Alliance.”

So my schedule at work has been really weird lately, so I apologize for the weird posting schedule and if things seem a little cramped. I am trying to keep upon my posting, but it has been rather difficult recently.

I hope you all enjoy :)

He hadn’t thought that Spartans were normally meant for stealth with their red cloaks, bright red feathers, and pockmarked golden shields, but he had been wrong before. The ground below them was rocky even as they ducked and dodged through the large boulder field that marked the edge of a wide white salt flat.

From a distance it wouldn’t have looked all that interesting accept for familiar pockmarks in the ground, which he recognized to be evidence left behind from the landing struts of shuttles. His head was still reeling over the idea that there was any sort of Anti-GA resistance. Yeah he knew there were the isolationists and others who did not agree with their cooperation with alien lifeforms, but the idea that people would go to such lengths as to sell weapons to each other was nearly mind boggling.

He would have understood if the government were at all…. Oppressive, and granted there had been a few times when the GA hadn’t gotten it right, especially when it came to the whole LFIL business, but things had been rectified, and there were good relations all across the galaxy. Is only other thought is that maybe the people blamed the GA for the invasion of Earth, though how that could have been called an invasion was beyond him.

Most of the Burg had died within the first few minutes of landing on the planet, and there had only been one reported casualty in the entirety of Mericanda, that being a frail old lady who had seen the Burg from a distance and died of a heart attack related to shock, which he hardly thought counted.

Things were going good for them. In the history of humanity things had honestly never been better, so why someone would want to go and screw that up was beyond him.

But you couldn’t make everyone happy.

He slid into place next to James, the king of Sparta, and Xanthia, the queen, A they poked their heads over the rocks.

James had pulled off his helmet and handed it to Xanthia as he peered over the rock.

“What are we doing here?” Adam muttered as he glanced between a set of rocks and towards the deserted salt field. His bare knee ached from where he knelt on the partial gravel. The leather skirts may have been nice for the mediteranian climate, but he still missed wearing pants. He switched to his other knee, the fake one, so he might be more comfortable.

“My operatives in Athens recently sent me a report detailing this as the place where the anti-alliance ships have been landing.”

“Spies? But that doesn’t seem-”

“Not very Spartan of me? Well Adam, just because we took some inspiration from Ancient sparta doesn’t mean we do everything exactly like they did, besides Spartans were at war far more often than us?”

“Speaking of which, do you guys actually fight anyone?”

“Under GA law, we generally don’t, but the Anti-alliance scumbags work outside the law, and based on some of their actions, which have in the past included slave trafficking, I have taken it upon myself to dispatch a few of them. And no one has gone to the government about my activities because if they did, they would have to explain what they were doing in the first place.’

He gripped his spear tighter, ‘And as technical royalty, I am allowed, by law, mind you to police my own planet.”

Ramirez had schooted up next to them crouched low, using his spear to help him crawl over the rocks.

James nodded to him and he nodded back.

“What are you planning on doing.”

“Well, first of all, since you are here, I want to give you proof of what I have been saying all along, and then maybe you will understand better what is going on here. I want you to see that I’m not just some kind of tyrant trying to get rid of people who disagree with me.” he pointed towards the salt flat, “I really believe that these people need to be removed, but It would take a lot off my conscience if you knew that as well.”

Queen Xanthea raised her head, lips pressing together slightly.

Adam had a feeling that even if he did agree, the queen wasn’t likely to stop anytime soon.

The troop of spartan soldiers crouched behind the rocks with a stiff breeze blowing through them.

Adam had grown immune to mild temperature discomfort since his training had begun, and barely even noticed the early morning chill that rolled over him. Glancing out the corner of his eye, he noticed Ramirez and another one of the young spartans crouching close together, almost touching, sharting body heat.

He shook his head slightly.

Leave it to Ramirez to land a fling with a Spartan.

He turned his head back to the salt field, and was surprised to find movement on the far side.

The Spartans grew very quiet as they watched across the open plante to where a group of people had just emerged from the rocks.

A few of them were dressed like simple athenians in their tunics or togas, but there were a few more dressed in flight suits, looking very out of place on the Grecian landscape. Adam cocked his head trying to hear better, and watched as the king of the Spartains tilted his head and pressed into the skin below his ear.

Adam forgot that the Spartan King also had a military grade translation implant and data chip installed just like everyone else.

And also that he had one too, and therefore could amplify the sound.

He followed the Spartain’s lead and was just able to pick up the tail end of a conversation.

“We are moving them to the market on A1-36.”

“The GA has presence there don’t they/”

“It’s just a supply waystop for them, they don’t actually go in.”

“You know how the GA feels about slave trade.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what the GA thinks about the slave trade, without it we wouldnt be able to pay the damn Kree.” He snorted, “Little bastards upped their price after the war, and now we are having to pay them double for being involved.”

“Why are we even doing this? We haven’t gotten anywhere, too small time to really even make a dent.”

Their leader turned to glower at them, “All big operations started out small-time. Now shut the hell up, and stop bitching. We have work to do.”

There was a roaring in the sky overhead, and the group turned their eyes up towards the great blue vastness as they watched a silver distortion roll like a hazy wave through the atmosphere. Adam didn’t even realize what it was until the shuttle touched down, and noted the reflective skin covering it’s hull.

It was a pretty clever if low-budget trick, though they didn’t need anything more high-tech on a planet that didn’t really seem to use technology in the first place.

The door to the shuttle hissed open, and a group of men stepped out dressed in black flight suits.

A few of them carried weapons, though the vast majority of them were armed with only batons.

While the distribution of firearms was common on earth, and an estimated 65% of the population owned one for personal use, the ability to get your hands on a human grade firearm in space was a little harder.

The GA had strict regulations on the movement of weapons through intergalactic airspace, and you had to have permits out the ass to even own one.

However, since when did laws ever stop criminals?

He doubted that any of these men actually had a permit, which was an arrestable violation to begin with, though he had more than enough probable cause to arrest these men anyway.

He stayed put however, and waited for the scene to unfold before them as the group of men stepped down onto the salt, their boots crunching against the ground looking around nervously at the rocks.

If these men had had any REAL military equipment on them, their shuttle would have been able to detect the heat signatures of the company of Spartans crouched in the rocks, but even so, no one had noticed them, and they wanted with bated breath as the group of men met up with each other.

“Parked her in low orbit, sir.”

“Good, then let's get things going before anyone has the chance to notice. The damned Neo-Spartan bastards have been giving me trouble. I have had to change shuttle sites three times in the past month. I have a feeling those assholes have spies with the Athenians, though I can’t prove anything.”

“There are no spies, that’s not how the spartans work.” One of the Athenians piped in.

The man turned to look at the speaker, “Then your men are just Fucking incompetent because how else do the spartans seem to know where we are at every turn.” He kicked at the salt sending up a wave of white flecks into the air, “The Damned Spartan King and his and his stupid skirt-wearing, oily, dog shagging bastards showing up every damn time I try to do anything around here.”

The group stood around watching as their leader threw his little fit.

Behind the stones, the skit-wearing oily bastards grinned a little at each other.

Adam bared his teeth.

He already didn’t like this guy, though the man didn’t exactly make it difficult to hate him.

“Whatever, just get them on the dam shuttle so they aren’t my problem anymore. All the wining and complaining and bitching. You were stupid enough to get caught now they can suffer the consequences.”

Adam had met psychopaths in the past, and even though the last one had totally tried to kill him, he was still pretty sure he liked that one better. This guy was much, much worse.

He talked too much.

And that was coming from Adam, the kind of talking too much.

His hand tightened around the shaft of his spear as he moved into position with the other spartans.

The kind nodded back towards the rest of the group, and then quietly engaged the shielding over the metal faces of their shiels. They had spears and the enemy had bullets, not that that would matter once they got within stabbing range, but until ten, it was a good idea to have some cover.

There was a soft shuffling from the other side of the valley, and a group of chained prisoners were walked out onto the salt. Most of them were alien, Tesraki, and Finnari, but a few of them were human. Adam’s stomach clenched as he noted that most of the human prisoners were wide eyed young women.

His teeth ground together in anger, and beside him he could feel the tensing of muscles from the other Spartans as they responded similarly.

James cracked his knuckles and Xanthia pulled her short sword.

That was an odd thing about her, she didn’t seem all that interested in the use of spears, but he HAD seen her use her two short swords before, and boy was it a sight.

These men were in for a wold of hurt.

Adam looked to James who nodded back at him.

This was clearly enough proof for them.

The Spartan’s shifted as one unit to the balls of their feet, pulling out their spears and adjusting their shields on their left arms.

Adam scooted up next to James on his left, and Ramirez covered Adam’s left in return.

Their shields hummed softly with the faint blue pusing of the shields.

James raised his spear, and the men waited on bated breath as the prisoners were brought out further onto the salt. The men with guns were turned away, their focus pulled to the chained prisoners who whimpered pitifully as they were dragged over the salt.

James thrust his spear into the air.

The men did not let out a war cry like they had practiced on so many occasions before, but they went running as silently as possible at full tilt across the salt, keeping in tight formation with each other as they did.

The prisoners noticed them first, and then the gunman allerted to their rapid approach by the clattering of shields and spears. They turned with shocked expressions on their faces just in time to be bowled to the ground by a wave of bodies and metal.

Adam rammed into one of the gunmen hearing the subsonic crack of the rifle as a bullet tore into the salt near his feet. He slammed the man to the ground with his shield. And then raise it just in time to deflect another bullet. Before he could take care of the next man, Xanthia was already there. The cything of her sword caught the man in the wrist completely severing his hand, then she kicked him hard in the chest causing him to fly back over the stone. Blood pooled in crimson puddles against the white salt as the group of Spartans hurried to surround the cowering prisoners.

Adam put his back to them and crouched low behind his shield spear at the ready.

He looked around in the confusion, and saw the slimy little rat running the operation as he clawed his way up the nearest incline and away from the fighting.

He bared his teeth in anger, before turning to shout to someone to take care of him, but it was just at that moment that a horn blast somewhere in the distance.

The group of them turned to look…. As a wave of Athenian soldiers came roaring over the hill.

***

“SHIELDS!” He heard James shout, and crouched down, interlocking the large round shield with the men on his left and right. Behind him, Ramirez was suddenly at his shoulder spear at the ready. Another man behind him locked a shield in palace over Adam’s.

At their backs, the mall group of prisoners cowered together in fear as they were surrounded by the spartan shield wall.

“BRACE1” James shouted, and Adam dug his sandals into the dirt.

The first wave of Athenian soldiers crashed against them, and the shield wall racked back absorbing the impact.

“PUSH!” Came the shout and with a heave of his legs and his back Adam slammed the shield forward pushing the Athenian soldiers back a good two feet, a few of them stumbled to the ground. He opened the shield just enough for Ramirez to lunge forward, stabbing outward at the first line of Athenian soldiers catching one in the stomach before pulling back behind the shield wall.

They turtles up again as the Athenians slammed against them one more time, and again they held, Throwing them back with a powerful push which sent them sprawling to the ground.

The Athenian line broke.

WIth screams and cries of fear the scattered as the Spartans broke from their shield wall and charged into the frey.

Adam and Ramirez roared out together.

Adam clobbered one of the Athenians with his shield knocking him to the ground for Ramirez to finish off. He thrust his spear forward and waist height, impaling one man straight through the stomach and out his back. The Athenian looked almost surprised as he was thrown to the ground, a hole torn straight through him.

Adam had no time to think about what he had just done, as he stepped over the man’s body to meet another.

This time his spear caught the man in the throat. He knocked the body to the side, and use the reverse end of his spear to turn and take a man who had been sneaking up behind Ramirez.

Blood painted the white ground red as the short pitched battle came to a head.

James and Xanthia fell into step beside Ramirez and Adam and together they washed through the battlefield like a tidal wave of destruction. Adam caught one man’s swords on the haft of his spear, and james darted in, taking the man between the ribs with the point of his own weapon. Behind them Xanthai and Ramirez held their backs, chasing the enemy away from the cowering prisoners.

Adam took a cut high on his cheek feeling warm blood run in slow trickles down his face to drizzle onto his collarbone.

The shield protected his unarmed torso as he roared into another line of men batting them back.

After all the raining he had done with the spartans, these men were barely worth a match, especially since he had trained in the spear against creatures with four arms instead of two.

An athenian charged at him, and he ducked low, catching them in the upper legs and waist with his shield before heaving with his legs and back, sending them up and over his head with a wail and straight into Ramirez’s spear.

He was surrounded by at least three men in the second moment.

One was blocked with his shield, one with his spear, and he kicked the other directly in the chest sanding him spinning backward and away.

He plowed painfully into the ground.

Adam ducked to the side as the man’s sword cut past his arm, cutting his friend in the thigh. He let the spear drop through his hands, caught it near the end and drew the spike right into the man’s face.

There was a brutal crack but he didn’t stop to look as he spun, pulled back his spear, catching it on the balance point in the middle and threw it with unerring accuracy into the chest of the second man no ten feet away.

He fell to the ground sputtering as Adam ran forward and tore the spear from his chest.

He spun, but there was no one there to fight.

Lowering his spear, he stopped to look around at the carnage and blood that drenched the ground.

The Spartans were finishing off the Athenians who had attacked them and Adam lifted his head to find Xanthia dragging the rat from back down the hill. He had a horrible gash across his face, and was bleeding profusely down his front. Adam tried not to look at the bodies that littered the ground below his feet and hurried to join James ashe marched forward,

Xanthia threw the man to the ground, and Adam and James both stepped over the body as he lay in the dirt.

“Been a hot minute since I last saw you.” James said casually as he bent don to look the rat in the eye.

The man snarled at him.

James shook his head, and then pointed at Adam, “Do you know this man?”

He turned his head to look up at Adam. At first there was no recognition, and then his eyes widened in shock and horror.

“Exactly, now the GA knows about your little group, and sanctioned what we have done here today. You have taken slaves which is the highest offence of the GA. You attacked A GA officer, and I would continue adding to the list, but we might be here all day.”

The man just stared at him with his cold dark eyes.

James leaned a little closer spear in one hand.

A cry of pain broke through their little conversation, and they all turned to look in that direction unconsciously.

Adam gave the credit to his mechanical eye for catching the movement.

The rat had taken the opportunity and launched forward drawing a small blade from his belt, aimed straight at James’s throat. Adam, reacting as fast as he could dove forward, shoving James out of the way.

He staggered and hit the ground. The little blade missed its mark but impeded itself high in Adam’s shoulder.

His adrenaline was pumping so hard that he barely even noticed as he turned and slugged the rat in the face. He hit the ground, eyes rolled back in his head. Xanthia reacted only a moment after him. Her swords to the man’s throat but he was already incapacitated.

James turned over into an upright sitting position, staring back at Adam with a look of surprise.

Adam glanced down at his shoulder, and here the small two inch knife was sticking.

It would have been devastating had the man had caught James in the throat, but as it was Adam would probably only need a few stitches.

Xanthia kicked the man in the ribs, and he grunted in pain.

James slowly stood, “You saved my life.”

Adam shrugged, “You would have done the same.” he rested his spear over his shoulder, “Either way, I will want to make a call to the GA and let them know what happened. This is a bit more serious than I had expected.’

James nodded in agreement.

***

Adam and Ramirez stood at the edge of the dock watching as the boat slowly drifted into position.

A group of Spartans stood around them.

Ramirez was off saying goodby to his “friend” and Adam was standing with Xanthia and James.

“It was a pleasure to fight with you, Admiral. It’s a real pity that we can’t keep you and your Marine longer.”

He nodded in agreement, “I wish we could stay as well.” He clasped the other man’s hand, “Keep in touch, it would be a pleasure to fight with you again, plus, I have a couple of aliens I think you would like to meet.”

James smiled, “Any alien that trained you how to fight like that would be welcome.”

He paused and then, Dropped the shield from his arm.

He held his spear and shield out to Adam, “Here, take these.”

Adam looked at him in surprise, at the well worn haft of the spear, and the dented golden metal of the shield, “I, but your weapons…”

“I can fight with any spear and shield, but you saved my life. Maybe one day, these will save yours and we can call each other even.”

The boat docked.

Ramirez walked over to stand with Adam and together the two of them stepped onto the deck.

Behind them the spartans raised their weapons punching them into the air three times with matching shouts as the King of Sparta saluted them.

Ramirez and Adam saluted back as the rowers began to pull the boat away from the dock.

He was going to miss those men and women.

But now he had to leave, with the knowledge that the anti-alliance was out there.

Hopefully at least, there would be men like the Neo-spartans and their king to keep men like that at bay.

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julesasf · 3 years

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the death of anakin skywalker

it had been weeks after the funeral of the once so beautiful and kind padmé amidala, due to anakin’s condition after what had happened to him on mustafar— he had had to spend weeks in medical care, not being able to leave the medical station. due to the extreme medical attention that he had accuired there was just no way he would function or even survive on the outside world without his suit or having healed and recovered enough. so given the fact that the droids would’t let him go, the male had been unable to attempt the funeral of his former wife, the love and light of his life— or more like the life he once had before he had lost himself in the temptations of the wicked dark side. to anakin it had always been obvious that he would do literally anything to just made padmé happy, and after seeing her die in his nightmares, her life was seemingly on the line. the only thing he ever truly cared about was to make sure padmé was safe and sound, and after seeing her die like he had seen his mother die, he was sure that it was only a question of time until she would be taken by the same destiny, cruely being taken away from him and dying right in his arms. the boy did make the promise to his mother that he would find a way to make sure the people around him weren’t dying anymore. he knew he had the power to make sure of that. after all he was the chosen one, right? but the dark side was a dangerous and tempting thing, most jedi struggled with resisting it, but anakin had been manipulated into joining it— being ready to pay any price to get to see padmé living. even if it would be without him. but he failed… her too. here he was now, in a spaceship on his way to naboo to visit the tomb that had been made for her and her only. while everyone else the woman so deeply cared about got to say goodbye to her, he had been suffering endless pain, not only because of her loss but also because of the condition the fight with his former master had left him in. the fact that he wasn’t able to say one last goodbye to her had been haunting him, quite literally. she appeared in his dreams, the way she did during the period of time when they were separated for ten years. the major difference now though was that he knew he would never get to see her beautiful face again, the way that her lips would curl into a smile at just the sight of him coming home to her. now he had no place to call home, but what was far worse than that was that he had no one waiting for him. nor would he be able to ever wrap his arms around her again, feel her breath against her skin while she hid the beautiful face of hers in the crook of his neck, melting into one another’s touch or let alone even be able to hear the sweet sound of her voice, the way her laughter would will up a whole room that had only been filled with the two of them, in situations where they both were able to truly be themselves and let down their guards entirely. but now, dreams were everything they would ever truly be. but having her visit him in the nighttime was his favorite thing, even if she came to blame him for her death, for the fact that he was the reason why she would never be able to watch their baby grow up. the worst part though wasn’t when she blamed him for all those things— he was aware that it was true. it only got really bad when she started crying, begging for him to hold her, and whenever he would reach out and try to, she would fade away and he would wake up, bathed in cold sweat. anakin skywalker died the moment his wife did, and with that darth vader was born.

while his space ship had been traveling he didn’t spend even one second questioning how it was possible for padmé’s lifeless body to be kept in a tomb when it usual for nabooians to burn their dead. little did he know that palpatine himself had made sure to keep her body in pieces. the emperor had been aware that if darth vader was able to visit the most meaningful thing about his past life, the thing he once cared about the most, the one that he had to watch slipping right from his hands, then he would feel terrible amounts of guilt, and this guilt would be a great thing to be turned into anger. and from that, palpatine would gain power. so at vader’s request of visiting padmé’s grave he didn’t hesitate to make it happen. this very moment, the ship had landed on naboo and the moment the doors of the ship had opened the male realized that it dindn’t look anything like it did when he came here with padmé. the sun wasn’t shining to fill the planet with life, the birds weren’t singing the ways they were supposed to, the air made him feel like he couldn’t breathe. but that was probably in his head, last time he stepped onto this very hangar, he had been accompanied by the light of his life. now the only thing there was— on this planet and also deeply running through him was sadness and darkness. slowly he made his way to where he had been told he would be able to find the tomb where her body had been resting at. big part of him considered if she would’ve even wanted for him to visit her grave, after all he was the reason why she died, or so he was told to believe. but the little, selfish part of himself told himself that if he wasn’t there as darth vader she would loved to have him there. he could bring anakin skywalker back one more time, before leaving him behind him. letting him rest in the tomb with padmé— exactly the way they were supposed to. spend the rest of eternity together. like the vows had told them to. it would be one last goodbye.

anakin skywalker was now approaching the large building that kept the last memory of his wife within their walls, as he made his ways over there he was able to feel a cold shower rushing through his whole body, if he didn’t know any better it was like his own body was telling him to turn around and not do it. but anakin being anakin, he was too stubborn to actually listen. eventually, the large yet beautifully decorated grave came into view, her favorite flowers being placed all around the tomb. sola. he knew it was her who took care of that, it had to be. the grave looked exactly like what he would imagine padmé wanting it to look like, yet it was closed, hiding her beauty from the world, keeping it safe in the walls of the coffin. while approaching her lifeless body that laid within the coffin he felt the air thickening even more, it was like he was unable to breathe. looking up, the male was able to see a large colorful window, the ones that you would find in churches. but instead of of just anyone being memorized within the thin sharts of glasses, it was padmé. the male took a moment to himself to stop, just looking up at the window as it was there to remind people of the four years she had spend as a queen. and weirdly enough, the only rays of sunshine naboo had to offer on this day seemed to be shining right through the window, only for his angel. the window did a beautiful in showing her, it was that one dress that everyone loved, a bright red. after taking his time to admire this memory of her, anakin had finally been able to pull all his strength together and say his goodbye. carefully, darth vader took of his helmet, knowing that padmé wouldn’t have wanted to see him like this, ever. she belived there was good at him, so he might as well just let himself think that for the last moments they’d have together. as he placed his helmet down, he used the force to open up the coffin, not being sure with what view he would be met, but he knew it was what he needed. and there he was, his angel. anakin looked down into the coffin, seeing the way padmé’s body was absolutely lifeless. she looked at peace, her skin pale and perfect while her hair had been spread out around her the exact way it would when she had been asleep in his arms. the only difference had been the small flower blossoms. carefully, he reached down, placing his hand on her cold cheek, closing his eyes as he tried to feel her one last time. but the horror was confirmed when he couldn’t feel her. even though padmé had never been force senstive, anakin had always been able to feel the force within her, since it had been flowing through all living things. but this was the conformation, his angel was gone. slowly, anakin pulled his hand away, knowing what he had to do— more like wanted to do. the former jedi took out his lightsaber, the one that he got when he was a padawan, and carefully he placed it down in padmés hands, having her hold onto it the way she held onto the necklace he once made her. ‘this weapon is you life’ anakin heard obi-wan telling him. but the truth was, padmé had been the true reason why he lived, and now she was gone. so having the last remaining thing of anakin skywalker in this tomb would be his way of saying goodbye to the life he was never good enough to have. the last remaining proof that anakin skywalker ever existed would stay with her. forever.

#padme amidala #anakin skywalker #star wars #anidala #writing #fanfiction #darth vader #clone wars

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captainkirkmccoy · 4 years

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For the AUs, "mutual friend set us up on a blind date" with a side of recounting "awful first meeting" (Hey, you're that guy from the shuttle who threatened to throw up on me)

“Ah hell.”

Jim threw his comm down--he was about to text Gaila and tell her that the so called man of his dreams didn’t show--and looked up to see Dr. Leonard McCoy, looking much fresher than their last meeting on the shuttle. “Bones!”

“You’re the soulful human that Gaila insisted was the love of my life?” Jim ignored the scoff to appreciate the forearms stretched out under the sleeves of a dark green henley. Did Gaila tell him to wear that?

“Gaila has a record for setting up eight-four couples at Starfleet alone. Bashaan and Hia are expecting triplets!”

McCoy grimaced. “This is probably a bad idea. I shouldn’t have come.”

Before he could turn around, Jim nudged the chair across from him out with a push from his foot. “Why did you?”

McCoy looked from the chair to Jim and sighed, sliding in. “Gaila has been recalibrating my equipment at the clinic--I refuse to work with the way the previous doctor did it. She won’t finish until I went on a date.”

“And she set you up with me.” Jim sat back in the booth, content that if anything he was close enough to notice that he hadn’t shaved in a few days--something that would irk his CO--and Jim desperately wanted to reach out and touch the scruff there.

“Looks like.”

“Gonna be honest with you, Bones. You look fantastic. I look fantastic. This is my favorite bar and I owe Gaila one drink at least with you." He waggled his eyebrows at the other man. "What do you think?”

For the second time that night, McCoy grumbled, "Ah hell."

For the next three hours they sputter and laugh over the worst drinks on the menu. Drinks with names like Starfleet's Finest and The USS Inebriated. There are substitutions in order--Jim is allergic to a cheap synthetic alcohol that most bars prefer to use for mixed drinks but Bones doesn't mind, insisting that he'll pay for the up-charge for the shelf alcohol.

"Ridiculous. Not your fault your allergic to the cheap shit." Bones said after matching Jim shot for shot.

Their one drink turned into two, three and more, swapping stories about their most embarrassing moments (Jim was caught naked in the post office after sharting his pants on a class trip, Bones admitted that the hangover and subsequent upchucking on the shuttle was top humiliation).

The easy smiles that Jim earned from Bones--who leans into the nickname after the first hour--is worth the way his stomach lurches as their waiter brings the Vulcan Salute, a green liquor so pungent Bones gagged as he sniffs.

"This is most certainly not Vulcan approved." Bones said.

Jim hiccuped and toasted Bones and the room at large before taking a large gulp, resisting the urge to pinch his nose.

The details of the next half hour were fuzzy. He knew that the reaction was immediate--though maybe Bones knew what was happening before he did, because he's out of his seat and slamming a hypo into Jim's neck as his eyes watered and he convulsed. It's horrible--the wild look in Bones face as he barks for emergency services, Jim's throat seizing as it tries to cough, his chest straining.

He passed out as a stretcher and emergency bots storm into the bar, Bones saying, "I got you, Jim."

***

"By far the worst date I've ever been on." Bones said when he woke up, his eyes bloodshot and skin pale.

"Have you slept?" Jim rasped, nixing his plan to lift his head off the pillow. He recognizes the egg shell blue of Starfleet's emergency room walls, red stripes and insignias interspersed in no apparent pattern. The effect always makes Jim think he's hallucinating.

"How could I? You are by far the worst patient I've ever had the pleasure of treating."

At Jim's look, Bones hid a rueful smile behind a hand. "Assisting. I know more of your medical history than they do here and you've been here six times since the start of term!"

"I'm an overachiever." Jim told him, hoping to see that smile again, rueful or not.

"Do you scare the shit out of all your dates or am I just lucky?"

"Would you call a near death experience a date, though?" Jim asked and took the water Bones offered. He sipped gratefully, happy that only a little dribbles down his chin because he's as thirsty as he's ever been in his life.

"Slow down, jesus." Bones reached for the cup and their fingers brush. McCoy snatched his hand away just as Jim releases the cup and the rest of the water spills all down Jim's hospital gown as if he wet himself.

"Oh, lord."

"I take it back. Post office shart? Not as embarrassing as this."

"Sure." Bones rolled his eyes but grabbed some towels, tossing them to Jim.

"Pretty pathetic. Don't tell Gaila. She won't let me copy any of her notes in coding class."

"You copy her notes?"

"I use the class to sleep. I've mastered doing it with my eyes open."

Bones snorted. "Of course you did."

Jim found himself yawning. "I'm an actual infant."

Bones grin is immediate. "Exactly." He searched Jim's face for a minute, liking what he found and then looked toward the partition, where the noise of the emergency ward spills in.

"Shift's changing soon. A friend, Nia is your doctor. You'll be in good hands."

Jim scrambled to sit up, spotting his comm on the bedside table. 3:45 AM

"You--shit, Bones. You should be home, asleep or at least not with me, christ."

Bones rolled his eyes again. "Couldn't leave you looking like you did, half dead."

"You saved my life," Jim is struck suddenly by the realization that should have been obvious but is not. His brain felt like when you wake up after a long nap, too fuzzy and slow.

Bones waved a hand. "My job."

Jim doesn't think that Bones staying bedside hours after a patient has seen medical attention is a part of his actual job but he doesn't push it. "Seriously. Thank you, Bones."

Bones shoved his hands in his pockets. Hair pushed back, stubble more apparent, even looking like exhaustion personified, he looked amazing. Jim blamed it on the oxygen deprivation for thinking this way about his actual savior.

"Just don't do it again. But if you--well, if you need, I noticed you don't have an emergency contact. If you need one, if you've got no one more important, I could be--."

"You would do that?" Jim sat up more successfully than his previous attempt and searches Bones tired hazel eyes. There's no air of a man who's just making an empty offer. Bones doesn't seem like that kind of person.

"Yes."

"You might regret it." Jim swallowed the non-lethal lump in his throat.

"We'll see, infant."

And Bones left. And Jim slept. And it was two years before they started officially dating but they Jim and Bones still send Gaila a present on the anniversary of their blind date. She tries not to brag about it.

#mckirk #jim kirk x bones #jim kirk/leonard mccoy #jim kirk/bones #academy fic #hurt fic #star trek fic #anon #prompt

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Fight or Flight, Rider

Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

A/N: Thanks to @writefightandflightclub and @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol, a fic I wrote has now been made into a full-fledged Oneshot - Hence the fic’s namesake (If I didn’t I’d never have picked a title myself) - I hope you two don’t mind a fic being named after you. (Also, I’m almost tempted to prepare for this to be a multiple-par fic/series, what’d you think?) - Nemo

Based on: This Imagine + Conversation

Summary: Poe was the best pilot in the Resistance fleet, but with the coming of a new recruit - that changes. They’re everything he was, and more. Everyone is impressed by them, but how will Poe react when meeting them face-to-face?

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Nothing could ever beat the feeling of flying. Nothing.

Back on your homeworld - a planet filled with murky rainforests - flying was not easy. The trees and constant fog-like rain made flying dangerous, and flinding ships was rare anyway - most travel was done via tree-runners or underground tracks. The fact you got the chance to try a flight simulator when you were ten was complete insanity - but you did, along with many other youths - and you passed.

As it seemed, despite the lack of flying on your planet, a lot of the native people had good reflexes and reaction times - so flying came naturally to most. With the addition of a rapid growth in technology by the time you were twenty, your own ships were built.

Simulators were no more.

The ships were built small, sleek, and made with the capability to handle the pilot’s quick reaction times - they fit into your planet’s biome like a fish swimming in a river.

From there your world changed - even though nothing could be seen from the outside. And it stayed like that, the outside world being unaware of the untapped pilot hoard.

Until word of the Resistance needing help emerged.

An almost ancient distress signal came from the planet of Crait, and your planet’s chief authorities told you - and everyone else in the control room at the time - that they wouldn’t make it in time to reach the Resistance.

You - having filed nicely under the ‘hot-headed rebel pilot’ trope since you stepped into the simulator all those years ago - called their bluff. In front of everyone.

“Our tech gets a new advancement every day.” you said.

“We have hyperdrives in our own individual ships.” you said.

“Why can’t we go help?” you said.

Many other pilots there agreed - no doubt wanting a little more reason to fly other than courses and drills. At the very least, you had around twenty pilots backing you up.

Your superious looked at you, their gazes caught between glares and just plain unimpressed staring - almost as if they were trying to get you to waver. You stood your ground, as did the small group behind you.

The time for true instincts came to show.

Fight, or Flight?

No more than half an hour later you were in your ship - with your squad - ready to jump into hyperdrive, along with three other of your planet’s squadrons. But when you reached Crait, appearing on the planet’s surface, you seemed to be too late.

AT-AT’s and AT-M6’s were on the ground, as were some ruined ski speeders, and the entrance to an old mine was completely blown in. You observed as you took in the surroundings from your ship, despite the destruction there seemed to be no-one around, not in the machines, and not in the entrance to the mine - there wasn’t even any bodies.

“Alpha One, this is Delta One. We’re picking up activity in the North. It appears to be a solo ship. Going to investigate.” The leader of the Delta Squadron - Joon said.

“Copy that Delta One. Alpha Squadron will follow.” You said, and your squad followed, leaving squads Bravo and Charlie to keep circling the ruins of the fight.

Eventually you came across a ship - one recognisable from your studies as the Millenium Falcon. There were people too, all being taken onto the ship. They looked up at your ships, some smiling, but others were cautious.

“The crew of the Millennium Falcon,” you started, hovering your ship just near the cockpit of the much larger ship, “I am Commander (y/n) (l/n) from the planet Nephimm. We heard the Resistance needed some help.”

“This is Rey,” a reply came almost instantly, a small laugh along with it, “We’re sure glad to see some friendly faces.”

“Good to know.” You said, smiling back - even though Rey wouldn’t have seen it. “Think you could use an escort to wherever you’re headed next?”

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So you escorted the Millennial Falcon to Batuu, and the base there - the safest one that they had at the time. Sadly you had to leave them as soon as they got there, orders were orders, so you didn’t get to meet any of them face to face.

Despite leaving so soon, you still kept in touch with Rey, and your people became known as strong, reliable ally to the Resistance. When the call came for pilots to join the Resistance permanently, you jumped at the opportunity - you and a couple others from Nephimm.

That’s what got you here.

Flying a course set by the Resistance leaders - in space no less. This was a dream - no more would you fly the same old courses between trees - now you were set for bigger things, and you were loving it.

“All pilots, times up! Head back to base.” Finn’s voice said, connecting to all the pilots out training through their comms. “Good work guys!”

With that, your joy dispersed, but only slightly. You’d get to do this tomorrow, except it’d be a different course. And if you were lucky, you might not get to do the course - you might get a mission instead.

Less than fifteen minutes later, you were back on solid ground, still in the cockpit of your own X-Wing. You were lucky enough to get one as soon as you came, and while she wasn’t your old ship, she was just as perfect.

A loud thunk of her hull snapped you out of your daydream, you were almost ready to bite the person's ear off for acting so roughly with your ship, but then you saw it was your newest friend - Rey.

“Hey there Missy.” You said, smiling down at her as you climbed out of the ship. “What’re you beating up my ship for?” You shook your head at her, placing your helmet down on a nearby make-shift table.

“There’s a certain someone that wants to meet you.”

“I’m sure there is.” You said, taking the time to step around your ship to check it for any faults - not that there were any visible ones, you were very careful with ships that weren’t entirely yours (even if you did claim this one) - as your little droid relieved itself from its place in the X-Wing. You ran your hand over it’s ‘head’, it let out little beeps in return, before excusing itself.

Little sucker was probably going off to taser a tree or something.

“Seriously (y/n). Poe Dameron wants to meet you!” Rey said, resting a hand on her hip. “You know who he is?”

“Of course I do!” You scoffed. “He’s the best pilot the Resistance has.”

“Yeah, well he wan’t to meet you because apparently he feels he isn’t anymore.” She said, a smug grin reaching her lips as you looked over at her in shock.

“What? Who replaced him?”

She gave you a look, unimpressed at your lack of knowledge.

“Do you really not know?”

“There she is!” A voice called from behind Rey, and two men came over right after. “Rey, is this the pilot?” the closer of the two spoke, resting a hand on Rey’s shoulder as he leant over her to offer you his hand. “Hey, I’m Poe.” He didn’t even wait for Rey to answer him.

You took him hand, shaking it firmly.

He was pretty to look at, you give that to him - with his curly hair and warm brown eyes. Ah, you remembered hearing about him.

“You’re the poster boy.” you said, smiling brightly at him. His face morphed into a shocked and slightly offended one - until you winked at him - then he laughed.

“Wow, you’re awesome.” The other man with him said, and you offered your hand to him too. “I’m Finn.”

“Hey Finn, Poe. My name’s (y/n).”

Despite the face Rey had told them that before, only now did they put two-and-two together. You were the Commander from Nephimm. You’d helped get them off Crait.

“You’re that pilot!” Poe said, causing you to laugh.

“Yes, you’ve said I’m a pilot at least twice now, Commander.” Poe let out a little ‘Oh’, then regained his composure to point to your X-Wing.

“You always fly like that?”

“Habit.” you shrugged. “Everyone of Nephimm flies like that.”

“Really?”

“Okay, okay, I can see where this could go.” Rey said, stepping forward to rest her hands on both your and Poe’s shoulders. “Finn and I will leave you - Poe to turn full fan-boy, and you to explain. We’ll meet up later, okay?” she said to you, and with your nod, she was off, Finn reluctantly trailing after her - he mentioned something about wanting to talk to you too, but was shushed when Rey said he could later.

“So, everyone on Nephimm flies exactly like that?”

“Well,” you sharted, slowly starting to unzip your flight suit - that thing was hella hot, and a bit heavy, “Not really everyone.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron oneshot #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars oneshot

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leslea · 4 years

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Ready Player Two: The Mysognist’s Love Song

This is a review. Spoilers & typos to follow:

I enjoyed Ready Player One (RP1). It was quirky and fun. The dystopian setting was disturbing, especially as the kid who served as the story’s protagonist didn’t actually do much to make the world a better place, once he became its newest prince. We’re told from the git-go that the world is spiraling downhill, and what does Wade/Parzival do at the end? The bare minimum. He lets the debtors go. He shares his riches with his friends. Well, he was literally just a teenager, and most assuredly a feral one, at that, so you could excuse his lack of vision. Certainly there would be a Ready Player Two (RP2) that would redeem our child champion?

Haha, no.

RP2 is the story of what happens to a neglected impoverished child when he lucks into immense privilege, but lacks the heart, charm, or charisma to be anything other than a hermit and an incel. Where Harry Potter could arguably be said to have started from a similar circumstance, yet grew into an actual savior role in his fight against Voldemort & the Death Eaters, Wade Watts’ character in RP2 is unabashedly a less-loveable version of Donald Trump in a world where he is, in all practicality, king.

As RP2 begins, Wade owns everything. Not just the Oasis, but a futuristic tech that allows one to record their own visceral experience of being alive. This tech, called ONI, goes even more viral than the Oasis, and makes Wade rich beyond the human mind’s ability to calculate. He has power--so much power, he can control anything. He is literally the richest man in the world, and most assuredly its most envied/hated. Nothing is out of reach for him--and though his friends from RP1′s ‘Gunting days are portrayed focusing on developing real relationships (marriages, babies, etc.), working on improving their environments, and delivering aid to their communities, our dear Wade simply pines for the one thing that eludes him: Samantha, aka Artemis, his fierce and determined love interest from RP1.

He brags about the one week he spent in seclusion with Samantha in a bedroom. He talks way too often of his other sexual exploits via ONI, allowing him to experience sex from the POV of other men, women, transpeople, and non-binary folks. He has done the deed every which way but loose, and author Ernest Cline is as eager to share those details with the reader as he is the spout off acronyms and descriptions of fictional technology. Whereas the latter will have you yawning in boredom, the former will simply turn your stomach. Raise your hands if you were hoping for more cybersex in RP2. Anyone? Anyone? Right.

Before I delve too deeply in how important it is for even blockbuster authors like Cline to CONSENT TO QUALITY EDITORIAL INPUT, I need to outline some important problems with this story beyond “What’s wrong with Wade, items 1-999.”

Samantha is justly described to have turned her back on Wade over some important issues. She is a woman of integrity, and for years Wade stalks her virtually, even though in all reality he grows a smaller and smaller figure from her past. Think about any woman you know who moves on and gets things done in life: they do not sit around pining for a dickhead ex who they slept with once, years prior. They just don’t. Samantha, however, despite all her success, integrity, and morals...just can’t help but fall back in love with Wade.

All powerful Wade. Involuntarily celibate (in the “Earl,” as Cline calls “in real life,” [IRL]), plugged into the internet from his spinal column or brain stem or whatever, 12 hours per day Wade. Childish destroyer of dissenting user accounts Wade. Stalker Wade.

Although Samantha refuses to make eye contact with him for years, the moment he needs her help...poof. She’s back on his jock like static cling, if I may borrow Cline’s penchant for quoting nostalgia in lieu of creating new content.

While Samantha’s inexplicable change of heart is problematic enough, it is only foreshadowing for a bigger problem with the story. Wade, as owner of the Oasis and all that digital shit, ends up on a quest to restore the Siren’s Soul. This is the “egg hunt” of RP2. Instead of eggs, this time he’s hunting shards, which is fitting, really, because Cline left me feeling sharted on by earlier than midway through the text.

Where were we? The shards. Right.

The singular essence of Kira Underwood, constantly referred to as “Og’s wife,” has been divided into seven shards and hidden around the Oasis--that is, until the end of the story when Cline mercifully hid the last two together. I might have wept if the story had gone on one chapter longer than necessary. When the shards are collected and merged, they will...? What? Oh, they will coalesce into the actual soul of the departed woman. They will bring her back, digitally.

Now, not only is it creepy on many levels that Wade--let’s call him Parzincel--is repeatedly referred to as Kira’s owner, but his idol before him, James Halliday, is characterized has having created this ONI technology for the main purpose of bringing Kira back, so that a digital version of himself could finally possess her. While “thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife,” is certainly a handy commandment, “thou shalt treat women as FUCKING PEOPLE WITH THEIR OWN INHERENT RIGHTS” would perhaps be a better placard to engrave and set on the desk of Halliday--to then be passed down to Wade. It never seems to dawn on Parzincel that he has no right to possess Kira, or any other ONI user.

The in-game avatar of Halliday eventually explains that Kira’s “siren” avatar was able to explain to him that possessing her, manipulating her, etc. was wrong--but ONLY after Halliday hooks himself up the ONI and lives some of Kira’s experiences. Cline plays Halliday off in both books as an Aspergian genius, someone very high functioning on the Autism Spectrum, but as the mother of a young man with autism, I am beyond disgusted at the idea that you would have to hook one living being up to another human being’s synapses for them to have ANY understanding that the other person is a free, competent human being with agency of her own. Kira is repeatedly characterized as an artistic genius with a great heart. She, like Samantha, is demonstrated to be loving and kind. Generous. And yet both Kira and Samantha are primarily belongings for men to possess, control, pursue, and lose. Oh, if only they did lose them...because of course, they don’t. In Parzincel’s dream future, the best thing he can do is create a double of himself, so that he can experience the inexplicable love of Samantha in the “Earl” as well as in an ONI paradise.

Kira, as the “first stable AI,” is never once shown having any sort of existential crisis. She simply loves being a pretty plaything for Wade and Jim and Og, digitally--and naturally she is “still in love with Og.” Okay, whatever. By this point in the story, Og and Kira are nothing more than paper dolls set up to somehow replace Wade’s missing mother/father figures. You can almost see the author sitting spraddle leg on the floor of his study, pushing dolls around. “You are the mommy now, and you are the daddy...and Wade is the baby! Now kiss!”

In a world as technologically advanced as that of RP2, there would be nuances to digital characters, right? If only there were nuances in the humans who created them, I suppose.

Cline’s Parzincel has a weird weird weird way of looking at women. So does Halliday. Even the benevolent Og only barely registers as showing any interest in Kira’s consent, and then, only when he is, himself, close to death. It’s like Cline knew the only decent human being in this story was Ogden Morrow--and possibly Kira. We don’t really get to spend enough time with the Kira character to know.

But why would we? We are just readers, and she is, after all, Og’s wife.

I won’t get started on the Lo-Five or what he did to Aech. I’ll let Tim take over for that bit.

#review #ready player two #rp2 #ready player one #rp1 #spoilers #ernest cline

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merci-bitch · 5 years

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Forceful Love

Rose The Hat x Reader

Request: For sure! Somethings challenging.....hmmmmmm lemme thinkkkk. How about something angsty and let’s do Rose, I feel like Rose is a good angst character. How about A Rose x reader or OC, Rose is in love with a girl who’s good friends with Dan and she’s trying to get reader to abandon Dan and join her lots of angst maybe even some smut of you’re up for it. Is that okay?

Warning ( s ) : alcohol, abuse, sexual tension

Words: 3k

A/N: This was actually very fun to write and it was a real help. I’m still wondering if I should do a part 2 of this, I’ll you guys decide. And again, many thanks to @shart-xing !! I absolutely adore you! Thank you for being there for me ♡ And sorry if there are any mistakes in spelling, I just wanted to get this finished :)

I had known even as a child that I wasn’t some ordinary child. I could read other people’s mind and use a form of communication inside their mind. A normal child wouldn’t be able to do that, would it? I would always lay awake at night, being scared to close my eyes and sleep. I always felt as if something or rather someone was watching. I’ve only caught a glimpse of this ‘thing’ once. I think I was about the age of 5. It was a tall looking man. He was about 6’3 tall and he was wearing this weird hat. It looked old and it was ripped up. His clothes were old and pretty saggy. They looking like they hadn’t been washed in ages and the same with him. His face was always a blur. The only thing you would be able to see was his eyes. His eyes were shining with this bright blue color with a hint of white. It always scared me. I didn’t know why all of this would happen me. I kept telling myself to just be normal like the other kids. I didn’t understand why I was like this and why I was the only one. I thought I was the only one like this, that was my thought until I meet Dan.

Danny Torrance. I was about 14 when I meet him for the first time. I sat in a library, trying to calm myself down from all the mean comments I had read and heard. I kept telling myself in my mind to just be normal until I heard him talk. Not out loud but inside my head.

“Stop”

My eyes went wide. I thought it was him. I started to panic. I looked all around, making people look at me as if I was crazy. Then I heard it again.

“Relax, it’s not who you think it is. I’m Dan. I’m the boy on your left”

I looked over to my left and saw a boy waving at me. With a smile on his lips as he walked over to me. I counter control my thoughts. After all these years, I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t the only one with this ‘shine’. He sat down next to me and reached out for my hand. I shook his hand as he introduced himself.

“I’m Dan, Dan Torrance. You’re Y/N right?” My eyes got wide. How did he know my name? I’ve never met him before so how could he know my name? “Don’t worry Y/N.” “How do you know my name?” He let out a chuckle. “Lucky guess?” His eyes were so soft. No fear were in them. “So you’re also different?” I leant in and whispered to him. “I’ve always called it the shining” Hw whispered back with a smile. He handed me a box. “What’s this? Other then that it’s clearly a fancy box” Dan let out a laugh. “A friend of mine told me to create a box like that in my mind to trap all those monsters who would haunt me. I guess you’ve had trouble with someone yourself?” I nodded. “But how to I trap someone in my mind?” I placed the box down onto the table as I leant back in my chair. “I know it’s sounds difficult but trust me. It will save you so many tears and nightmares. Whenever your little ‘friend’ decides to visit, just imagine you’re opening the box in your mind and BAM! They will be locked up in your head until you decide to let them out.”

This idea he gave me was rather good. I mean it wouldn’t bother to try, would it? So that was what I did. Later that night I had the box Dan gave me on my nightstand and the next thing I knew the man was standing at the end of my bed, smiling wickedly. I gave him a smile as I spoke, “hope you enjoy yourself” He croaked his head to the side as I closed my eyes and opened the box inside my head, hearing a scream before the box closed itself. I opened my eyes and he was gone. He was no longer at the of my bed. It worked. I couldn’t believe it. Dan was right. I couldn’t wait to tell him. I owed him so much.

I woke up by my mother yelling at the end of the stairs. “Y/N! Get up! It’s time for school!” For the first time in so long, I’ve gotten a good nights sleep and it was all thanks to Dan. I got up and got dressed after I had taken a shower. I walked down the stairs, into the kitchen with a smile on my face as I greeted my parents. “Aren’t you looking happy for once?” My father laughed as he took a sip of his coffee. “Just had a good night sleep. That’s all” I sat down next to him as I started eating.

I soon left for school. At lunch I saw Dan sitting alone. I walked over to him and sat down. “Hello my hero” He let out a chuckle. “Your hero?” I nodded. “Your idea with the box? It worked. He’s really gone” He took ahold of my hand as he leant in. “Such monsters aren’t always gone. They will always come back in some way. This is just a way to slow that process down.” He smiled at me. At this moment everything seemed perfect. But that didn’t last long. Don’t they always say that when you’re finally happy something come in the way and everything goes down the drain again? Well, it certainly did.

My mother grew sick and the sooner the later she passed away. My father started drinking and started blaming it all on me. He started beating me and everything that comes with that package. All of this started 10 years ago.

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Here we are. 2019. I’m now 10 years older. And I had learned to live with my father, despite him being and alcoholic and abusive. Me and Dan were still very good friends but sadly Danny had gotten into the same problem as my father but he had it from his. But despite that, I didn’t leave his side. I still owed him so much after he practically saved my life all those years ago.

I had made a new ‘friend’ or whatever you would call it. I worked as a waitress at a small café here in town. For a short time period this woman would come in every morning and order the same thing. A grande late. I didn’t know her name exactly so I just called her ‘The Pretty Lady In The Hat’. She was rather kind towards me. Always tipping me and completing me. Looking at me with sorrow sometimes as if she knew what had happened to me. Sometimes I wondered if she was like me and Dan, if she could read my mind.

“Well, hi there Y/N!” I jumped a bit before turning around. I was meet with that very woman. Her smile shining. But how did she know my name? “It’s on your shirt, my dear” She pointed to the name tag that was on my shirt. Now I understood how she knew m- hold up. How did she know that I asked that? Did I say it out loud? “Oh no sweetie. You didn’t.” My eyes went wide. Her smile turning into a grin. “You-I, how?” She signaled me to follow her. We sat down at a table. “My sweet. You are a special one aren’t you?” I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks grow hot. “I’m no where near special miss.” I looked down at my fidgeting hands. I heard her pull her chair closer to me as she pulled my chin up with her finger. “Don’t say that. Of course you are! You’re just like me, aren’t you?” I didn’t say anything out loud.

( You mean you can hear me? )

She nodded as she gave me a smile. “But I thought me and Dan were the only ones. Hell, I thought I was alone” Her smile dropped as she took ahold of my hands. “Poor sweet thing. You are no near from being alone. You have me! And my very good friends are just like us but with different abilities. You’re definitely not the only one, however you might be the prettiest” She was cheeky which made me blush again. “You have a thing for blushing don’t you, my dear?” I let out a chuckle. “If you don’t mind me asking. What’s your name?” I looked up at her. I realized how close she actually were to my face. “My name is Rose, Rose The Hat.” She tipped down her hat. I noticed all the details that was put into her hat. I looked like an old magicians hat. “It’s a nice hat Rose” I touched the leather of her hat. “Thank you, my sweet” I looked behind Rose where a clock was hanging on the wall. “Shit! Fuck!” I got up and accidentally spilled Rose’s coffee all over her. “Oh shit! I’m so sorry!” She laughed it off as she stood up and took ahold of my shoulders. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll see you tomorrow morning” She leant in and kissed my cheek as she walked out the door. I was left standing by the table with red cheeks and my hand touching where she had kissed my cheek.

But the weird thing is, she didn’t come the next mornin. In fact, I never saw her again. I had told Dan about Rose and he had told me to stay away from her. I couldn’t understand why. She had been so nice to me. Dan had been in rehab and had gotten much better. Despite the fact that I didn’t just wanna forget about Rose I followed Dan’s advice. I had finally earned enough money and moved away from my father with quick pace. I moved to the city where Dan was living. I moved into a nice apartment with one bedroom, a kitchen, a bathroom and a living room. A cozy little apartment. Not too much and not too little.

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I opened the door and walked inside, closing the door behind me. As I turned around I saw a figure sitting on my couch. “Well, hi there!” My eyes went wide as I realized who it was. After I had moved here Dan had told me about everything he knew about Rose. What Abra had told him, what she saw. My once lovely and nice ‘friend’ had turned into someone I feared deeply. And how the hell did she find me? “Oh it was quite easy” Forgot that. “Could you stop?!” She was taken aback. “My, haven’t you outgrown yourself” She got up from the couch and walked closer to me. Trapping me in between the wall and herself. “Why are you here Rose” My was trembling already. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” She pouted her lips as she raised both her hands, placing them on either side of my head. Her nose was barely touching mine.

“I know who you are. What you’ve done” Her smile only turned into a grin. “Look at you. All smart and intelligent. Then tell me Y/N. What is it I do” She got even closer, until her lips ghosted over my own. “You kill people, eat children” Her face expression went blank. Her eyes went from the warm and the color blue/grey eyes to completely dark. Her left hand went to my throat. Squeezing slightly. “And why would you think that?” I let out a snort. “Don’t lie! I’ve had enough of lies! My whole life has been one big lie! Just tell me the god damn truth!” She let go of my throat as she walked back over to the couch and sat down, patting the space next to her. “Sit” I slowly walked over and sat down, keeping my distance from her.

“I’m just like you Y/N, but slightly more powerful. I know things that you don’t. I could show you so many things, if only you would let me. And shit in what others say. What matters is what you think Y/N. But what you should know is that I would never hurt you, as I told you months ago. You’re a special little one.” Her hand caressed my cheek. Despite what Dan had told me I couldn’t help but relax at her touch. “You shouldn’t believe in everything everyone says. They aren’t always right, you know? You and this ‘Dan’ are slightly different when it comes to your shine. Yours is more powerful, and if you let me help you it could be even stronger. You just have to trust me, and you do trust me?” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to react to anything.

“I-I don’t know” She moved closer to me. Taking ahold of my hand as she looked at me. “You don’t want a family again?” I lifted my head and looked her in the eyes. Did she know? How could she know? Both her hands grabbed my cheeks as my eyes started to tear up. “So much terror, so much fear” She knew. She knew what I had been trying to hide for so many years. Something I was ashamed of. She pulled me into a hug. “I’m here sweetheart. Just let it out, I’m right here and I’ll never leave you” My grip around her only got tighter. She kissed my cheek as she broke apart.

“Join me and you’ll have a family again. A family that loves you for who you are and not for who the world wants you to me. You can be exactly who you want and no will ever hurt you again.” She leant her forehead against mine as she closed her eyes. “Do you trust me?” I nodded my head slowly and soon I felt my whole body go limp. “Sleep well, my dear” Was the last I heard until everything went black.

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SLAM! I sat up as my eyes slowly opened. My sight was not my living room. It looked like some RV. A tv hanging on the wall as the walls were filled with different things. “Well, hi there sleepyhead! You’ve been out for quite some time” I turned to my left as I saw Rose standing by the door, holding a cup of tea. “You want a cup of tea?” I nodded m head slowly. I felt completely drained. Like I hadn’t eaten in years. It was so hard to lift any part of my body. Rose walked over to where I was sitting, which I guess was her bed. She handed me the cup of tea as I stood up. “What did you do to me? And where exactly are we?” My words slurred. “You’re home, my dear. And what I did doesn’t matter now. Drink your tea.” I took a zip as the door opened and in walked a man. A man who reminded me so much of the man who had haunted me as a child. I dropped my cup of tea as my eyes went wide. The cup shattering on the floor as Rose took ahold of my shoulders as she shouted at the man to get out. I couldn’t move. I thought I had him locked up.

“Y/N? Sweetie?! Look at me” She grabbed my chin and pulled it towards her as she looked me int he eyes. My eyes were filled with another set of tears. “I-I, it was him” She looked confused at me. “It was who sweetheart?” My body started shaking. “The monster at the end of my bed” I though I had him locked up in the box Dan had given me. “What monster Y/N?” I looked down as tears trilled down my cheeks. “Who would haunt me” Her eyes were soon filled with raw anger. She pulled me close and rocked me back and forth. “I though it worked. I thought Dan’s box worked” She patted my head as she whispered sweet things into my ear. “What did I tell you before we got here. Don’t believe in everything people say”

After some time when I had calmed down Rose had walked out of the RV to talk to the man who had haunted me for my whole childhood. While Rose was away I took time to explore her RV. It looked so cozy, and there was even a bathtub at the other end of the RV. A little kitchen as well. I’ve a,ways liked the idea of living like this. All the posts on Pinterest. A real dream. The door opened with force as it closed the same way. I felt arms sneak around my waist. I started to tense up when I felt the person kiss behind my ear. “Relax. It’s just me sweetie” I let out a sigh in relief as I let my shoulders drop. I laid my head on her shoulder. “Rose, I wanna have a family again” She hummed in my ear as she started to sway both our bodies to the music that was playing quietly in the background.

“I wanna join you” I felt her freeze. She turned me around and looked me dead in the eye. “You sure?” I nodded my head which earned a smile from Rose. “I’m proud of you, my dear” She leant in kissed my nose, my cheek and then my lips. Her hands going around my waist, pulling me closer as the kiss grew more heated. Her kisses flowed down my neck as I felt her scratch my skin under my shirt. “Rose, you’re leaving marks” I heard her let out a laugh.

“Well of course I’m marking you. You’re mine”

#rose the hat #rose the hat x reader

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