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mondaychildsworld · 10 months

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I know the end - Joel x Reader

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Rating: M

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter summary: In search of a vehicle you stumble upon some infected and learn some new things about each other. Reader patches Joel up and ✨✨✨!!

Warnings: Infected, (small) mention of drugs, swearing, some violence I guess, and some tiny tiny tiny amount of fluff (?!?!) (idek if thats a warning but here we go)

A/N: Sorry for taking soooo long! I've had two weeks of travel during the summer, started a full time job AND moving at the same time... Let's just say there hasn't been any time left for writing. I'm already sleep deprived lol. I've done some sporadically writing while I've had time to kill at airports and I've finally tied it all together! Enjoy!! It's definitely worth reading and you'll experience some feelings at the end, aaaah!!!

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November 21st 2023

“Okay, so it shouldn’t be too long now!” Joel shouts as you find yourself and your companions on an old dirt road. Everything you see is still covered in white. It’s been better weather for a couple of days. The sun is shining and you’re in a better mood.

“Yeah? You think we’ll be there today?” You ask and squint your eyes, raising your hand to your head to bring your eyes some shade from the sun.

“Sure.” Joel simply says, but he doesn’t give you a look back. So kind of him.

You’ve been hiking to Cheyenne for the last couple of days. It’s been going alright, despite everything. You’ve accepted the pain and the loss. It still feels like there’s a big hole in your heart. A piece of the puzzle to your soul is missing. But you’ve accepted that there’s no other option than keep going. It scares you even more to give up. You might not have anyone left to live for, but there’s got to be some sort of reason why you’re still here. Your time is not up. You know that this is not the end for you.

Ellie puts on a mischievous smile and pulls up the book ‘No pun intended: Volume Too’. You let a small chuckle slip past your lips. Joel, who walks in front of the two of you, looks back and sees Ellie browse through the pages.

”Oh, Ellie…” Joel starts with a sigh. The 14-year old has been reading from the pun book non stop, or kept asking questions only a FEDRA teenager would ask. She’s clearly smart, but there’s a lot about the world she doesn’t know about. She keeps being fascinated by just the smallest things. For example, could she not stop asking about how cool it was that you could go to the cinema, once you’ve stated that you often used to visit the movies. ‘You could buy popcorn?! Damn, what’s that like? I’ve never had popcorn’ she could say, and then tell you about the shitty movie night they sometimes could have at the FEDRA school on special occasions. You felt sorry for her, a kid not being able to grow up as one.

“Who is the penguin’s favorite aunt?” she asks the both of you as she ignores Joel’s small protest. Her eyes darted between the two of you eagerly waiting for any of you to come up with the answer.

“Oh I don’t know Ellie.” You say and your eyes and stare at the man in front of you, now walking backwards, waiting for the second half of the pun. He raises his hands as a way of surrendering to the question, he glimpses over to you and your eyes meet. You think you could see some sort of smile behind the scruffy beard and bushy eyebrows. He actually enjoys this, you think. He really doesn’t mind the puns, if you could guess. He tries to not show it though.

“Aunt-Arctica!” Ellie says with a big smile, laughs a bit and clutches the book to her chest. “That one’s good, right?”

Joel gives Ellie a quick, almost pained smile and hums something inaudible. He then looks at you again, for just a couple of seconds. It looks like he suddenly regrets resting his eyes on you and quickly looks back to Ellie again.

“Next one Ellie?” You request another pun to keep your mind and eyes occupied on anything else than him. Because, of course, you have been looking at him, always walking in front of you. Not like there’s much else to do out here. He’s just a bit older than you, but surely still looks good. You’d guess he was very handsome when he was younger. Now he’s hiding all of that under a stern, unfriendly approach, very much directed towards you.

“Your wish is my command.” She says jokingly “So, how do you make holy water?”

You don’t know that one. Instead Joel’s face lights up, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You know it?!” Ellie giggles loudly.

“Yep, not gonna say it though.” He answers.

“Oh no, no, no.” Ellie points at him with the book. “You gotta answer, because if I reveal the answer, you’ll only lie and tell me you knew it”

“I wouldn’t do that!” Joel says, jokingly defensive.

“Yes you would!” Ellie bites back. “Just say it!”

They continue to bicker about who’s going to reveal the answer to the pun as the dirt road makes a slight turn to the right and just there, in the far distance, you see it. You gasp for a second and then nervously look around y0u. They haven’t noticed. The city unveils itself in front of you. Far away, you can spot buildings and roads belonging to the city of Cheyenne.

“Guys!” You excitedly say as you try to gain their attention. But they’re in deep arguments about the pun.

“Hey!” You try again. But with no response you reach out and lightly push Joel by his shoulder. He gives you that look again, but also looks a bit startled as to why you’re touching him.

“Look.” You quietly say, now that you’ve gained his attention. He looks down at your hand, still on his shoulder. You quickly drop it and take a step back as he turns around to see what you’re wanting his attention for.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He mutters and looks back at Ellie. “Welcome to Cheyenne.”

After some time spent on foot towards the city you’re finally standing at the outskirts of the town. There’s abandoned cars all the way down Route 85 you just walked by. The whole way over here Joel had been holding a firm grip on his rifle. The lighthearted laughs and the kind gaze was completely gone. He’s now in a whole other mood. He’s on a mission, and his focus is now 100% on the plan of action for the town in front of you.

“Hey, remember what I said?” Joel says to the group, and it seems more like a statement than a question.

“Go through, be quiet, find a car and get out of here.” Ellie answers, pleased to show Joel that she’s able to listen, before she adds, ”Please can I use my gun?”

Joel steps over a pile of metal trash that’s blocking your way into entering the town. Both you and Ellie follow. You can see that he considers Ellie’s request for a moment, and quickly settles for a positive answer, if you’d ask Ellie herself.

“Sure.” He says as he reaches out a hand for you to grab, as you make your way down from the old scrap pile. “But only when I say so.”

You just give him a glare back, and let the silence speak for itself. You don’t need help over this little obstacle. Joel sighs and offers his hand to Ellie, instead of you. Ellie, who apparently liked you, takes up on your way of refusing help and jumps down from the pile by herself. There’s an awful lot of noise when little pieces of old junk follow her on the way down, metal slamming into the concrete ground.

Joel squeezes his eyes shut and draws his hand back, now raking through his hair. Definitely annoyed.

“Ellie! What did I just say!” He hisses before he looks around for any kind of movement from the silent city.

“Sorry…” Ellie apologizes.

The silence is almost eerie. It’s like it’s too quiet. There’s no way this city is empty. If there aren't any humans that made up a safe camp in any nearby building, you wouldn’t be surprised to stumble upon one or two infected. You kind of hoped for the later, humans often meant more trouble. And you can’t always shoot your way out of trouble. Like last time.

Of course, it’s also the humans who bring the silence. Not the other way around. Many of the infected can make an awful lot of noise.

But this time you seem to be safe, as you slowly make your way into the city. The open view you had over the landscape slowly disappears as you make your way into the heart of the city, away from the interstates. You tightly cling to your gun. You’re nervous. But you would never confess it.

Your eyes roam the streets for a car that isn’t burned out, has a flat tire or just looks like complete junk.

Joel leads the group further into the center of the town. You jump over the guardrail and start to miss the wide open space you just left behind.

You glimpse over your shoulder and see Ellie walking as if you were out on a high school field trip. The nervous feeling in your belly does not give you the same easy going appearance. Maybe it’s because you’ve been out here for longer than her, or it is because you remember what cities like this might’ve looked like before.

Cheyenne is that kind of city that isn’t huge, but still pretty large. You pass a couple of motels at the outskirts of the town. They look worn down and you don’t even want to know what could be hiding inside. You know all too well that places like that look very inviting when you’re tired, hungry and on the run from the mess that this world turned out to be.

About half an hour later you’re way further into the town than you’re actually comfortable with. You’ve passed many vehicles by now, only to find most of them out of gas or with a flat tire, which doesn’t feel like a good sign.

“I’m not feeling great about this.” You say after you checked another vehicle, which turned out to have a dead battery.

“I know.” Joel mumbles. “But we need that car.”

There’s a wrinkle in between his brows. Worried.

“Let’s have a look in here, maybe?” Ellie asks and gestures towards the supermarket on the next block.

“You won’t find anything in there.” Joel says.

“Especially not a car.” You add.

You look up at the sky. The sun is going to set soon. This time of the year doesn’t bring you that much daylight.

“I’m hungry.” Ellie simply states.

Joel nods silently towards Ellie and then looks over to you.

“If you want to, you can try out the rest of the cars down the street, and I’ll see if I can find her something to eat.”

You hesitate at his words, suggesting leaving you alone on the street. He must’ve seen how the idea he just proposed made you uneasy.

“We’ll be in for just a few minutes, there’s probably not anything left anyway.” He speaks quietly, calmly.

You nod, and watch them walk toward the supermarket while you continue to try out the cars on the street.

The next couple of cars turn out to be a disappointment. Flat tire. Flat tire. Crashed. Broken windshield. Totally burnt out. Flat tire.

But then you see a car a couple of vehicles away that actually looks promising. You look around, keeping a steady hand on the trigger as you slowly walk up to the truck and open the door. You take a few steps back and aim into the truck.

Empty.

You sigh with relief. The car looks way too good to have been standing here since the outbreak. Someone must’ve left it here not too long ago.

You jump into the car seat and immediately start working on hot-wiring the car.

You hear the engine kicking to life and you let out a happy shriek in the car, you’re just about to turn around and get out of the car to go get Joel and Ellie when you hear a loud crash.

The smile on your lips suddenly fades away and is now turned into a frown. You turn your head towards the sound. At the same time you see shatters of glass on the ground, just outside the supermarket. And a body. There’s a body on the ground.

“No!” You yell and throw yourself out of the car. It can’t be Ellie. It’s too big. Your heart sinks as you realize that it could be Joel’s body laying there lifeless on the street. That means that Ellie could be left alone inside. But not totally alone. Alone with a threat, even worse.

You sprint up to the body and yell for Ellie at the same time. You draw your gun and as you are just a few steps away from the body, you realize it’s not Joel. It’s an infected. Shot in the head, blood pooling around the fungi covered body.

You hear your name being yelled and look through the broken supermarket window.

Your eyes meet Joel’s.

There’s panic and fear at the same time as they’re determined.

“Get the car!” He yells at you, and as you turn around and run towards the truck there’s gunshots.

So much happens at the same time. Your pulse has skyrocketed in just a few seconds. You jump into the car and quickly reverse it back towards the supermarket. You need to get to safety. All of you.

As you reverse back you keep looking into the rearview window. When you’re about halfway you see two people running out from the supermarket. Joel and Ellie… tightly followed by a bunch of infected. You don’t have time to count them, but it seems to be around half a dozen of them.

Just as you slow down to let them into the truck, when they’re just a few meters behind, it happens. You feel something graze your shoulder. You turn your head and see how an infected is leaning into the car through the open window of the passenger seat.

Panic sets in your body at once and you scream as you push the break down. The jaw of what once seemed to be a teenage boy clatters violently after your skin and flesh. You reach for your gun with shaky hands.

“Help!” You scream as you accidentally drop your gun to the floor. You don’t have time to search for it now. The infected boy keeps crawling into the car through the window and you try to shove it back without getting bitten as you’re now pressed up against the door of the car.

A couple of seconds later the door opens abruptly. You nearly fall out but your back lands against something warm and firm. You see a rifle above your head as you try to grasp anything to hold onto. A second later the infected is shot and dead and you’re being roughly pulled up by strong arms.

Soon you realize what’s happening. Joel pushes you back into the seat. He shot the infected and saved you.

“Than-“ You start to thank him, but are abruptly interrupted by a gasp and some cursing from behind Joel.

He turns around to face Ellie, who stumbles up behind him, white as a sheet.

He raises his rifle and shoots off the infected that has now gotten uncomfortably close to Ellie.

He gives her a worried look and tells her to get in the truck. She jumps into the backseat as he rushes to the passenger seat, still shooting at the infected closing up to the car.

As soon as Joel has dragged the dead body out of the car and you all have taken a seat you press down on the gas pedal as hard as you can. The car speeds away quickly and you leave the scene behind.

“What the hell happened in there?!” You exclaim and look up into the mirror, back at Ellie. She stays quiet, fumbles with the hem of her shirt and gives Joel a worrying look. She ignores your question and the looks you give through the mirror.

You try and navigate your way out of the city, without stumbling upon even more surprises. That was a close call, for all of you.

“Joel…” Ellie quietly says. You give them a quick glance through the mirror. He’s already leaning back to Ellie in the passenger seat.

You make a quick turn to the left. The pressing silence in the car is obvious. You just escaped death yet another time, this wasn’t the end either.

At the same moment you steer the car straight up the street you just turned to, you catch a glimpse of Ellie in the backseat. It’s for just a second, before she pulls her sleeve down again. But you see it. The bite mark.

You freeze in your seat. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the steering wheel tightens. Fuck.

“You’re infected.” You say with a shaky voice. “I’m so sorry Ellie, I’m so sorry but we can’t-“

Your voice breaks. You feel tears approaching and you swallow and try to gather your thoughts. Ellie is just a girl and her days are counted.

“No.”

It’s Joel who speaks up.

“Yes. You know how this will end.” You answer.

“You don’t understand.”

“Yes I do. I’ve seen people getting bit before.”

He calmly observes you for a second. It’s frustrating how he doesn’t seem to even give Ellie some sort of reaction towards her new death sentence.

“There’s no way out of this.” You continue.

“Just drive.” He says sternly before leaning back again to Ellie. “You’ okay?”

His tone changes completely as soon as he speaks to her instead of you. They continue to mumble with each other for a minute. That’s when you decide that you’ve had enough. You’ve driven a couple of blocks away from the group of infected and decide that you’re at a safe distance. You push the break.

“What are you doing?!” Ellie asks, frightened, holding onto Joel’s headrest as the car stops abruptly.

“You’re infected and you two can’t continue to ignore that fact.” You say and cross your arms. “What the fuck is this?”

“Jesus, just-“ Joel says and rakes his fingers through his silver sprained hair. “Just move the fucking car and we’ll sort this out.”

“Please enlighten me, how do we ‘sort this out’ now?” You ask as you grab the steering wheel again. “She’s infected.”

“I’m not.” A quiet voice says from behind.

“Ellie.” Joel warns her.

You reluctantly start to drive the truck again, through the streets like they’re a maze to get out of this town. You did get a car, at least. Mission complete. In one way.

“What do you mean Ellie?” You sigh. “I saw the bite mark.”

“We should just tell her, Joel.”

“Ellie! You agreed not to-“

“Yeah, I know.” She says. “But what if she just decides to, I don’t know, kill me in my sleep now?!”

“She won’t.” He says and makes a distressed grimace before he covers his face with his large hands. “You know what, fuck it.”

He sighs and turns to you.

“She’s immune.”

“Joel, that’s impossible.”

“It’s not.” He says. “I’ve… I’ve seen it.”

“What do you mean?”

Ellie leans forwards and pops her head between the two of you. She props her arms up on your seats.

“I’ve been bitten before, but I’ve never turned.” She says and looks over to Joel. “He wanted to shoot me at first too but here we are, on this road trip towa-“

“That’s enough.” Joel chimes in.

Ellie puts her arm between the two of you, over the gear shift. It’s the opposite arm from what you saw in the mirror just a couple of minutes ago. She pulls her sleeve up and you glance down. It’s obviously a bite mark. It’s definitely cordyceps, but totally healed. Ellie’s left with only a scar.

“Oh.” You say. That’s the only thing you can say. You’re shocked, confused and still a bit stressed out from the incident. Ellie rolls her sleeve down again and a silence falls over all of you as you drive your way out of town.

About an hour later you’re far away from Cheyenne. You had driven west, trying to stay away from the big roads. Ellie has fallen asleep in the backseat, mouth slightly open.

There’s been nothing but silence between you and Joel since you found out about Ellie’s immunity. He’s been reading the map and pointing out which way to go. But other than that, you hadn’t spoken.

“Joel…” You start, silently, to not wake Ellie up. You glance into the mirror but she hasn’t moved an inch.

You get a grumpy humming sound as a response.

“Why are you here?”

“What?” He answers, and sounds tired.

“Why are you and Ellie here?” You ask. “It’s pretty weird, you’ve just showed up in the middle of the woods, with an immune kid?”

He’s quiet.

“You show up with a teenage girl, who’s apparently immune? I know you well enough to know that this is not your style. You’ve given me such a hard time this week. So what am I supposed to do? Don’t you understand that I’m freaking out here?”

Your rambling trails off. There are a few more seconds of silence before he speaks.

“Don’t act like you know me.”

“Oh, so you’re still going to give me the cold shoulder? It’s not like I expected a warm welcome from you, but this? You’re just so unfriendly for no reason at all. I left my sister for dead about a week ago and you just shut me out, it’s like you have no empathy left in your soul.”

“I-“ He starts but stops himself, taking a couple of seconds to decide what to say or not. “I don’t… it’s complicated and I never asked for this.”

“Yeah?” You ask. “Fucking complicated, no doubt about that.”

He doesn’t give a proper answer, but you hear him grunt something you really can’t make out.

It’s dark outside. All you see is the stars scattered over the dark blue sky and the small road in front of you. Your eyes have been on the hunt for a good place to camp. At least you can sleep in the car now, as a backup plan.

Your stomach rumbles a bit. You haven’t eaten since yesterday, since the supermarket visit hadn’t gone as planned. Joel looks out the passenger window. You’re stuck here together in the car, so you suppose that’s all he can do as he tries to ignore you again. He’s slowly scratching his beard with his hand.

Suddenly he pauses and raises his hand up to the window. He points out in the dark at the same time as he finally speaks up.

“Drive over there.” The tiredness in his tone is changed into something else, something more hopeful. “Old cabin.”

You slow down and turn to the right, into an overgrown dirt road. Once, it might’ve been covered by gravel. Now it’s barely visible.

Now you see the small cabin too. It’s not big, but it looks sturdy, after all these years left abandoned. You pull up next to it and Joel looks back at Ellie, still asleep, before grabbing his rifle.

“Wait here.” He says and his dark eyes meet yours. You just nod and feel the breeze of cold air finding its way into the car as he opens the door and leaves. You feel like shit.

He’s gone for a couple of minutes and you sit there frozen, the whole time. This whole situation is fucked up. You’re left in the car with a possibly, or possibly not, infected kid in the middle of nowhere.

Soon Joel comes back and opens the backseat door next to Ellie but pauses and looks over at you for a second. He nods back towards the house to say ‘all good, let’s go’. Carefully he grips her shoulder and shakes her slightly.

You hear her mumble and shuffle out from the truck, with Joel’s arm around her shoulders as they make their way into the cabin. You sit silently in the car for a moment before you turn the engine off. The lights turn off and the backs of your two companions disappear just like your source of light. It takes a couple of seconds to get your eyes used to the dark. You take a deep breath and open the driver's door and step out onto the frozen ground. The flashlight blinks a bit as you click the power button and you need to firmly hit it against the palm of your hand before the flickering stops. The solid stream of light leads you up to the cabin, backpack slung over your shoulder. Your breath creates a frozen cloud in front of you as you exhale deeply before you enter the cabin.

Once you’re inside, you can see that the cabin's layout is basically just one big room. The small kitchen is located in the right corner. It’s small and full of stuffed animals on the wall, hunting trophies. You suppose this cabin must’ve been an old hunting cabin. The room is sparsely furnished. A couch is placed in the middle of the room, with a small and dusty coffee table in front. Ellie is already fast asleep on the couch. On the wall next to the kitchen, a big fireplace dominates most of the wall, with a big head of a deer hanging right over it.

In front of the fireplace you find a hunched down figure, which is Joel, trying to get a fire going.

You nervously look out of the windows, trying to make sure that no one, or nothing, followed you out here. You close the curtains and take a look in the cabinets of the kitchen but with no luck. They’re all empty of anything edible, but are stashed with some outdoor equipment, some plates, and a first aid kit, but it looks pretty beat up so you just suppose there isn’t anything of use in there. You sigh and awkwardly turn around to face the room. In front of the fireplace, in the cabin's only armchair, Joel sits slumped down with his head down, focusing on his hands.

There’s no other comfortable place to sit, other than the floor. You consider going back out to sleep in the car, even if that’s an option you’re not too keen on.

Joel noticed your awkward stance in the kitchen and you caught his stare. His mouth is slightly open and his eyes look tired. He blinks a couple of times and then pulls out his sleeping bag from his backpack next to him, as if he could read your mind.

“Take it.” He says and holds the sleeping bag out towards you, like a peace offering.

You slowly walk towards him and the fireplace, not breaking eye contact. As soon as you reach out and grab the sleeping bag his attention goes back to his other hand. You glance down and see that he’s hurt. There’s a cut in the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger, and his knuckles are bruised.

“Hey, let me help you.” You say as you bend down and try to grab his hand but he shoves your hand away and mutters something.

You take a step back and remember the first aid kit in the kitchen cabinet. You walk over there and open the door, grab the small back and start to dig through its contents. It’s mostly empty, but - bingo! - a roll of gauze bandage.

Joel looks reluctantly at you as you bend down on the sleeping bag in front of him again. You give him a look and he sighs as he slowly places his hand in yours, which is already reached out for his.

You take your bottle of water and start cleaning the wound and Joel hisses and drags his hand back a bit.

“I know something better.” He breathes out in pain.

“There’s this bar cart…” He gestures behind him and you nod and walk behind the armchair. Against the wall there is indeed a small bar cart, mostly covered in old boxes for ammunition, a dirty old whiskey glass and some dusty old gloves, but on the lower shelf there are a couple of almost empty bottles. You grab a glass bottle with a clear liquid and open it. You sniff carefully and it’s clearly still pretty strong after all these years in solitude.

You walk back to Joel and bend down in front of him, again. This time you grab his hand and you pause for a second. This almost feels too intimate. You hesitate to continue and you’re once again faced with that awkward feeling you had in the kitchen before. Joel places his other hand on yours, and holds it tight with both hands. You look up and meet his gaze. You must look terrified, like a deer in the headlights. How did you allow yourself to get this close to Joel? How did he even allow it?! The man who’s been more hostile than gracious towards you - is now holding your hand in a way you’d never imagine. You wish you had gone back to sleep in the truck, or that your stash of pills wasn’t long gone. You wanted to remove yourself from the situation, or at least numb the anxiety in your chest.

“It’s okay.” Joel assures and slowly lets go of your hand so you’re left with only the injured one, resting heavily in yours.

You slowly start to dab the cut on his hands clean with the alcohol that you found. You clean his knuckles and can’t help but study his hands even more. They’re big, rugged and firm in contrast to yours - which are rather the opposite to yours. They might not be as smooth and pretty as they used to be, but now, compared to his, it doesn’t look like you’ve been through an apocalypse at all.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth and tries to stay quiet to not wake up the sleeping teenager on the couch. The alcohol must sting in the cut.

You start to wrap the gauze around his hand and the cut once everything looks clean.

“How did you…?” You mumble as you secure the gauze, but you don’t let go of his hand. He doesn’t move either. You feel your pulse rise.

“The glass door of the supermarket.” He mumbles and starts to stroke your hand with his thumb. The movement makes your skin tingle. But for him, it must hurt. Despite that, he keeps going. “Or the window, I don’t know.”

You just nod. You don’t know what to say. Or if you even can say anything. You’re terrified and totally consumed by his skin brushing against yours, and his honest, almost vulnerable gaze.

“Look, I…” He starts but trials off just as Ellie mumbles something.

You both draw your hands back and your eyes quickly dart over to the couch. Ellie smacks her lips slowly and her mouth stays open just a bit, before she starts to snore.

The spot Joel’s thumb kept brushing at your hand suddenly feels cold. You shiver a little bit and almost feel caught in the act of something… Something you weren’t supposed to do. No, that was nothing. That was only an act of gratitude for patching him up. Nothing else. You didn’t even want it to be anything else, you tried to tell yourself. But somehow something had shifted in the air between the two of you. You had told him he had given you the cold shoulder, that he’d been nothing but unfriendly to you and maybe he felt ashamed of his bad behavior. You didn’t need to be friends, but maybe he realized that you at least could be equals.

You quietly slipped into his sleeping bag between Joel and the fireplace. You didn’t want to continue the conversation he started, didn’t want to hear what he had to say. You didn’t want to ruin this moment. You placed your backpack on the floor to use a pillow and slowly sank down, making yourself comfortable. You could hear the cracking of the fire and Joel’s steady breaths as you drifted off to sleep. The sleeping bag smells like dust, wood and Joel.

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i-am-thornqueen · 2 years

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I didn't notice until today that AWIL is completed and I wanna say "Congratulations!" I was one of the original readers of the fic (picked it up around chapter 3) and I'm so so happy with the ending. The friendship between Alya and Nino and Marinette and Adrien was amazing! Absolute BROTP there. The world building was phenomenal. And your OCs integrated so naturally that when Sarah and John showed up, I read through the ML wiki to make sure I wasn't missing an episode where they were introduced. Just. Aaaah! Sorry for gushing.

I'm interested to see where you would go with a sequel because you hinted that Adrien and Marinette have signed a temporary contract and I'm curious how that will go. You also have the mystery of Papillon and Natalie and Adrien's mom to unpack. You also have Marinette being some sort of magical being herself as well as the sacrifice that she gave for Adrien's sake (I wonder what that is). There's a lot that can be done with this world and should you decide to move forward into a sequel then I will eagerly await! Again, Congratulations and thanks for the (wild and 6 year long) ride!

Oh anon, come here and let me love you!

I love and adore all of my readers equally, but there is something to be said for the old school crew who have literally stuck it out years for AWIL to finish. Bless every last one of you, because six years is a long ass time to wait. <3

As for the sequel, I have ideas. Many of them. They have been collecting for over six years. Some of these ideas will include answering questions and solving a couple of mysteries. A couple of my ideas will further expand the world-building lore that AWIL began. Most of my ideas are just plain thirsty, so resign yourselves to the possibility of another long-ass fic full of horny teenaged shenanigans and hairy situations. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#thank you anon!#you are so very sweet!#i am so glad you enjoyed the story as much as you did!

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artemislosthunter · 2 years

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Omg !! Tell me abt your OCs please !!

AAAAH THANK YOU OKAY I WILL

This might be a lot so I'm leaving out the gods for now (at least as good as possible), as well as some later on important characters but if you wanna hear smth more detailed about them feel free to let me know!!

I'll also try to not spoil too much of the plot as they're all part of a trilogy that I'm working on!!

But more utc bcs ngl,,, this is going to be long, help skljdlskd I'm so sorry you've opened the pandoras box slkjdslkd

Okay, so, the place they live in is called Aarkany, which is a country in a fictional universe on a fictional planet

This place used to be overseen by six gods in the past, though they number has been going down for the past 200+ years

Now to the OCs that are most important:

We have Jack Bliant, a 200+ year old magician who lives in a cottage with his adopted son - Ian Kanja - away from the cities. He is the last, and only, human that knows how to use magic, as the magic schools that once taught those skills were destroyed over 200 years ago by one of the gods, including the teachers and the students

Now we have Ian Kanja, Jack's adopted son. He was dropped off at Jacks doorstep by the goddess of death after finding the nine year old alone in the woods and taking pity on him. He ended up there after his mother exiled him from her kingdom on the ocean floor. His mother is one of the gods, Yara Kanja, ocean goddess and siren queen, which makes him both a demigod and a prince Jack took him in and he has been living there for roughly 10 years by now

Then there are Sora and Jay Sahkain, the children of the rulers of Aarkany Sora is 21 and Jay is 18 and both end up being invited to Jack's cottage to learn magic and while Sora is excited because she does not have to stay at home (her parents aren't very supportive of her not wanting a husband and also her love for swordfighting), Jay is rather skeptical, because he did his research and does not understand how Jack has been denying to teach magic to anyone ever since the incident, but suddenly had a change of heart? Yeah Jay is a little paranoid,,, and also the worst one at magic which he does not like, despite not even wanting to be there in the first place

Then there is Matthew Acar, the youngest one of the group with 17, also invited to be taught magic, who honestly fits the title damsel in distress the best, because somehow he runs into situations where he almost dies and Ian has to save him repeatedly He's a sweetheart but sometimes a bit too naive and he accidentally stole a dragon egg once and kept it to raise the dragon as his pet (it worked)

Next on the line is Lydia Flere, also 17, another inhuman, who is also invited to learn magic. She's a dryad, rather quiet but observant and is also the only one of the group that realizes that Ian isn't human (aside from Jack ofc) She also keeps the groups braincells and refuses to share them with anyone 99% of the time ksljds

If you want to I can show you some pictures! I draw them a lot kjslkd Also if you want to know more, you can always ask!! I can rant about them for hours lkdjslkd

#callmejud3 #asks with lexy #Artemis_Aarkany #Artemis_OCs

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hazeism · 5 months

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12 19 and 25 for the AO3 wrapped :D

12. How many wip's do you have in your docs for next year?

Oohh!! How would I even begin to count, haha? I keep a really loose checklist and I also have a (discord channel lmfao in a server that only I'm in) where I keep ideas but I've got so much shit sitting around that's just like. 300 random words of prose. I suppose I could count the documents that don't have the (completed) tag on them... My checklist is at sixty-two, so that's a number I can give you, haha.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

OUHH part of me wanted someone to ask this and part of me didn't want to open this door but AHHAHAH (okay I'm unsound you have to forgive me in advance for being an unsound and deranged person with an unquiet soul okay?) basically I've been scrawling this out thematically over various inboxes but mostly to myself but ... okay (embarrassed suddenly) h-hober mallow dies lonely and wanting and unfulfilled and maybe even embittered at the ineffectualness of his interpersonal maneuvers ("Galaxy, he hates me.") and some (eighty? my math is loose) years later Bel Riose rises on the interstellar scene to no archetypal, intellectual, etc. equal, and feels himself a thing with a pulse and a purpose ("You are trying to say I am a silly robot...") in a world of inert subjects animated by the random motion of psychohistorical necessity from which no significant or distinguishing ego arises... listen Ike doesn't care about these people but I DO and to say that they NEED each other is an UNDERSTATEMENT. Do you understand where I'm going with this? Do you understand? Listen The General and The Trader Princes were respectively the weakest (most wanting) sections of their respective novels; to synthesize them would be a task suited for perhaps an adolescent (saying this to make himself more likely to commit to rereading and rewriting so fucking much of these novels) (he's already like 6k words deep but most of it is them quipping, them fucking, surgeries under dubious consent, and bel riose being nobly starved to the brink of death under Imperial escort HAHAHAHA. aaaah. ah 😐).

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Nothing written, noo, but an incrrrredible amount of art inspired by my fic (which has never happened before this year ahdkfdhj) (and I think that's close enough to a gift! they r treasures to me.) look look LOOK LOOK i'm going to melt i'm going to deconstitute i'm not a person i never was ohhmfygfuildohfldifl 😭😭😭😭 trying to compose myself but it's so hard when I'm a non-Newtonian fluid and not a man not even a little bit AAOUAHDSHKFJDLS!!!

(And I skipped secret santa this year because I was in full hermit mode which kinda sucked of me because that's always fun :'( but hopefully lots of opportunities in the coming year to be generous and friendly instead of reclusive and crazy.)

And I suppose it's not what the question is asking, but I also made a lot of new friends [if you think i'm talking about you i am hi i love you i'm sorry for being evil], and spent a lot of time with old friends, who privilege me terribly and awesome (archaic) with their time and attention and even their affection, which is a precious gift 2 me :)

Questions here if you want 2 send more :')

#hehe tumblr etiquette :D thanks for being a bro #did you see the way that I DIDN'T want to talk about nietzsche when I was talking about Riose? i hope everyone appreciated that of me #i even watched the stupid television show and they made riose and mallow have . tensions. like COME ON so fucked up to put them in the same #era and not make them fall viciously in love. LIKE WHATEVERRRRRR.#riose is an imperialist and a xenophobe and aside from that not a very nice man by the way i don't want to pretend about that #i just love blonde men adsfgyukhgolsydoiluhgp8oywrlpibdgyiol #tumblr user r4pira (suddenly too shy for first-name basis) if you give me your routing number I will direct deposit all my paychecks into y #our bank account . anything i own is yours. if i do not own it i will endeavor to steal it for you.#<3333333333333 #does everyone know also about my friend artemis heppy user ataliaf who is so wonderful every minute? gift as in gift from god to this earth #okay shhh stop talking now #mine #ask #mydetheturk

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ofallthingsnasty · 2 years

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giran is a total scumbag creep who would totally feel you up and when you moved away or told him you were uncomfortable he'd raise his hands and say something like "sorry darl, my eyesight is failing me in my old years." but he'd keep doing it, brushing his hands all over you. you'd start thinking that maybe you're just crazy and he's not really groping your butt. maybe he really is just a bit senile.

i can also see him setting you up to get groped by his clients. he'd set them on you and when you came to him all scared he'd be all "i can't believe they'd put their dirty hands on such a pretty young thing like you" that subtle creepy uncle manipulation yes yes.

fhdjhfjds someone sent in giran for the interaction event and now that i ‘had’ to think about him i'm like.... eeeewww give me more -- so thank you for the food 💕💕

tw. noncon groping, inappropriate quirk usage, last paragraph has some heavy fat-shaming and manipulation

I loooove this. Giran isn't that old - certainly not old enough to use bad eyesight as an excuse and you both know that. But the more it happens, the more you doubt yourself (he IS always so nice to you, after all. So maybe that subtle brush of his hand against your ass whenever he holds the door for you is really just a coincidence)- and he definitely gets his touches in with his quirk. He'll make sure to really fondle you for these precious few minutes he has - and there is nothing better than your shocked little face right before he activates it. And of course he doesn't always use it, he wants you to remember the little things, the touches that are almost inappropriate but not enough for you to call him out. He needs you to feel small and insecure, just powerless enough to turn pliant. He always smiles at you like he knows more than you - and it irks you. The way his brows dip down while his eyes crinkle is almost unsettling. He’s a master at chipping away at your self-esteem - he knows how to subtly make you doubt yourself, how to sniff out every single insecurity of yours and turn them around into twisted compliments that feel more like insults.

And aaaah, him putting you into these situations on purpose. He loves to see those little tears in your eyes when you crawl back to him, humiliated and disgusted, your hair and clothes rumpled from too many rough hands on your form, from you fighting back reluctantly. He loves your little sniffs when he gets to coo over your miserable state, acting all oblivious and underhanded at the same time. You’re working with the bad guys, honey - did you really think everyone plays fair? But it’s okay, you can trust him, you’re safe by his side. (He says, while his fingers are dancing up your side to tuck your shirt back in.) The dynamic betwen the two of you is strange - on one hand you don’t quite like him, find him infuriating at times - but he also promises some ‘protection' (that’s what you think. Oh, if only you weren’t so trusting, you stupid little thing-) I also like the thought of him with a chubby reader - he knows just how to pinch you when he makes you sit on his lap, loves how you shift your weight around uncomfortably on his legs - always mentions your weight when he calls you pet names until duck your head in shame and pull your top down to cover yourself. He uses your body image against you (doesn’t mind you being chubby at all, actually - but if you’re insecure about it gives him the perfect opening to nag you a little more) until you let him grope you, just happy that someone wants you ‘despite’ your weight 😥 That man has zero qualms about the impact of his actions. It’s your fault for being so weak-willed - and if he wasn’t doing it to you, someone else would. And they might not be as nice as him.

#ask #anon #tw.fat shaming #tw.noncon #/giran #giran x reader #yandere giran #can't stop drawing and thinking about him now #and tbh he was p hot with all that blood on him #listen that subtle fat shaming - i've been there and god it made me pliant like nothing else

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danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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Okay so get ready for a long ass ask, because I am ready to gush about 'No harm list' (I'm sorry in advance for it, please forgive me)

So I started yesterday because I love Mafia AU, and right from the start the story was so interesting with the fight, how she helped him but then it ended up being him helping her, and then helping each other (yay teamwork!!) And I just wanted to know how it was gonna develop!! And then there was the whole story with daewon and hoseok (who hides his secrets very well) but I mean he had to be in a gang because he literally killed the guy who killed his sister... and in my head, it was blaring alarms everywhere!!! But dumb ass reader was too much of an idiot to put 2 and 2 together... as always!!

And then they all grew on her (I mean how could you resist any of them really). I'm not gonna lie, I thought something was gonna happen with jimin... because he is the best, come on!!! He is sweet, caring, hot, intelligent, etc. (Also I don't if I was just dumb or really hadn't read correctly coz I didn't know Jin and Namjoon were thing until he woke him up with the contract in the morning, but I do have the attention span of a fly)

The characters are super interesting, especially taehyung and namjoon. The former because he's hot then he's cold (yes I just referenced Katy perry), but he has so much history and such a difficult background and there is so much potential with his character!!! Especially with the whole kissing thing from chapter 10, that was something I definitely did not see coming... And namjoon.... aaaah namjoon, I honestly dont know what to do with him!! Like I think he is intelligent and he knows what he's doing, and he's caring and then he pulls shit like with taehyung and suddenly the only thing I wanna do is strangle him!!! But he must have more things to him that explain why he's acting like that, and I wonder when we're gonna learn about his backstory and what are him into this weirdly ruthless leader that still cares.

And I'm so happy that hosoek is back to being her friend!! I was over the moon when that arrived!!!

And to finish, I really wonder how the whole kissing jungkook-kissing taehyung thing is gonna go down... is she gonna go to taehyung because she thinks that jungkook is acting like that because he's indebted?? Is she gonna go to jungkook because taehyung can be a little cold?? Is she gonna go to neither?? Is she gonna pull a weird move and kiss jimin so she doesn't have to choose?? (I know far fetched but I really want something to happen between them!!! Yes I'm acting like a 5 year old that doesn't get what she wants and constantly talks about it)

Anyway, all of that to say that I simply adore this story. I love the storyline you came up with and I can't wait to see what happens next!!! But please take care of yourself, eat and drink enough, take some breaks and sleep especially during exams season!!!

All the love from a fellow student, although I'm from another country... All the love ❤

I am overwhelmed in the best way possible this is such a kind and loving review! I’m so happy you’ve enjoyed the story thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me!!!

I don’t get ask very often and I always get so excited when I do so to get one this long is just 😭🥺💕 so let’s dive in

First off yess thank you for calling out my dumb ass for not letting the reader catch on on Hoseok was in BTS I think that’s one of my biggest plot holes, and the main reason why is bc I changed my mind abt her knowing abt BTS pretty last minute in the drafting process when I was writing last year. So some of the details in the backstory and her time with Hobi is pretty muddy. I constantly think about going back and changing it lmao but at that moment I’m content with her being dumb.

As for the shipping... I don’t plan to drag out this love triangle nonsense for too long I hate any kind friendships getting complicated over love interests, so you will have answers soon. Unfortunately, I can tell you for sure that it is not Jimin. But don’t fret! Jimin actually gets his own spin off story one day! It’s About him falling in love with an environmental activist who hires him to make bombs. It’s going to be such fun to write! You may be able to find some more details on it if you explore the tag No Harm List on my blog it might be pretty deep tho.

As for Namjin. Believe it or not you are not the first person to say you didn’t get that they were together. Which is interesting bc I feel like I leave some good hints and have them refer to each other as “lover” a good bit along the journey but that’s definitely a plot point I should go back and polish somewhere for clarity sake. Thank you for pointing it out!

As for Namjoon you’ve heard a good bit of his back story from other peoples POV like suga and J-Hope. And honestly there’s not too much more to say at the moment. The reason he is the way he is is because power is hard. It’s hard to get. It’s hard to keep. And when you’re a mob boss you need to be ruthless and sometimes that ruthlessness hurts the ones you care about. I do have to say I think he’s one of my weaker characters on the emotional spectrum. I’ve only approached big picture plot points from his POV. But I think I will challenge myself to think a bit more in his perspective and delve into his character a bit more for clarity sake.

Thank you so much for this amazing review it also gave me a lot to reflect on as well which I really appreciate!

And thank you for your well wishes I have four more exams left but I’ve taken down two and final a paper so far! So we’re going strong!!!

#nhl fic review #sweet sweet reader 💕#no harm list #wow thank you so much for these amazing questions and observations #I am floored #and so happy you like jimins character he doesn’t get enough love #and thank you so much for this sweet sweet ask it made my week!!!

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camillemontespan · 5 years

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a kingdom divided [part five] [drake walker x mc]

Part Four here!

I’m now obsessed with writing this series. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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Drake sat in his study reading the latest newspapers. On his laptop, he had open a number of tabs, all of which showed the same type of article.

He was doing research. He had found, so far, 20 articles all calling for a Republic. Many articles wrote about how the King was unwilling to bend to the will of the people. How they had asked him repeatedly for a special committee to be made up of citizens who could meet with the King to discuss issues. Some argued that the monarchy was stuck in the past. But the main theme was how King Liam had chosen his own friends to represent the public, when the public wanted to represent themselves.

Drake sighed and took a deep gulp of his coffee. It was 9am. He had been up for hours, pouring over the newspapers. He was trying to see it from Liam's side but he was struggling.

The doorbell rang. He heard the front door open and Camille say, 'Oh!' in surprise. Drake frowned and made his way to the hallway to see their visitor.

It was Liam. Drake stiffened. Their fight yesterday had been tense. Liam smiled at Camille and then nodded respectfully to Drake. 'Sorry its early. Can I please speak to you both? I have things to say.'

Camille looked at Drake who nodded. Camille smiled at the King. 'Of course. Shall we go out to the terrace?'

The King shook his head. 'I want to see the nursery.'

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The three of them stood and studied the nursery with its broken window. Liam sighed. 'When is it being fixed?'

'Tomorrow,' Drake said. It was the first thing he had said. Liam nodded, his eyes downcast. 'I'm sorry this happened. Really sorry. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have had this happen.'

Camille reached out and touched Liam's arm. 'Don't say that. It's not true.'

Liam paced the room. 'I want to apologise for my behaviour yesterday, Drake. I was unfair and narrow minded. I couldn't see past the fog. I thought about it after I dismissed you and I understand. You're a husband and soon to be a father. I was wrong to undermine that.'

Camille took Drake's hand in support. Drake let out a shaky breath. 'I didn't mean to say the republic might win.'

Liam shrugged. 'They have a good chance. Anyway, I'm sorry. I won't force you to hold another open house again and I won't demand that you put the kingdom before family again. That was selfish.'

Drake shuffled his feet awkwardly. Camille spoke up. 'Maybe we can host open houses once this has been sorted? Right now, it's too dangerous but when everything has gone back to normal, then our citizens can visit. Its good to hear their thoughts.' She was compromising, always fair. She and Drake had spoken last night in bed. Though Drake had been hesitant, he had to agree that an open house in a calm, peaceful kingdom wad a good idea.

Liam nodded. 'We can make arrangements once things are clearer. I'm making plans for now. So, I'm inviting you to the Palace tomorrow night for a dinner. All of our esteemed friends and courtiers will be in attendance. I want to show I love my court and keep them on my side.'

Drake paled. 'Are you sure that's a good idea? If we hold a dinner, the public might take that the wrong way..'

Camille nodded, agreeing. 'Perhaps we just lay low, work things out discreetly? Not hold a fancy dinner in this current climate.'

Liam sighed. 'I hear you both but I need my court on side. I want to start from inside and work my way outwards.'

Drake and Camille both swallowed but didn't protest. Liam, usually so calm and level headed, was now anything but.

'I'll have extra security,' Liam said. 'It'll be safe. But I would be so grateful if you both could be there. I don't want to lose you.'

Drake sighed. 'You're never going to lose us, Liam. We're your friends.'

Liam smiled weakly then looked at Camille. 'I want you to be safe and happy. I'm so sorry that I lost sight of that. I really hope you can forgive me.'

Camille stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. 'Already forgiven.'

Liam said goodbye. Once Drake shut the door, he turned to Camille, a worried expression on his face. 'See what I mean? He won't listen. Most of the people want to be part of a committee so they can discuss the kingdom with the King. Nothing too radical. It’s just the more he pushes against them, the more angry they get and they do shit like throwing rocks at windows.'

Camille leaned her head on his chest. 'All we can do is be there for him, Drake. Try and guide him to do the right thing. He is the king, he knows how to rule. I think he's just a little.. Lost at the moment.'

Drake squeezed his eyes shut. 'We need to get him back.'

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The nursery window was finally fixed. Camille had thought she would be happy about this but now, looking into the room, she just felt nothing. To her, the nursery was no longer the nursery. How could she continue decorating and organising the room after what had happened? She knew she would never sleep easy again, knowing the baby was asleep in there.

She clenched her fists. She felt so frustrated. Frustrated at Liam, for being too single minded to see the bigger picture and frustrated at the anti-monarchists who wouldn’t protest peacefully.

Drake came up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning in to kiss her neck. ‘You okay, honey?’ he asked. Camille sighed. ‘This isn’t the nursery anymore.’

Drake squeezed her shoulders. ‘I know.’

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The newspapers quickly discovered and reported that the Palace was holding a dinner for the court. Drake's heart filled with dread as he read the articles but he felt useless. He tried to push the thoughts of his mind as he faced the mirror, arranging his bow tie.

Dinner at the palace was starting at 7.30pm. To say that this dinner was now his most dreaded courtly event he had ever been invited to was an understatement. He really didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay in with his wife, share a bottle of whiskey and pretend none of this was going on.

He looked around to where Camille was sat at her dressing table, lining her eyes with kohl. She was dressed in a red silk dress which showed off her small bump. Her hair was swept up into a chignon and a diamond choker was wrapped around her neck. Drake now wished they could stay home so he could do things to her.

‘Wow,’ he said, his eyes roaming down her body and back to her face. ‘You look stunning.’ Camille blushed. ‘You look pretty handsome yourself, Walker.’

He extended his arm and she took it. ‘Maybe we can sneak off halfway through like old times,’ she joked. Drake chuckled. ‘Please tell me you’re serious.’

She gave him a smile. ‘Always am when it comes to you, Drake.’

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Their driver dropped them off at the palace. Drake paled when he saw the number of security outside the palace doors. It did not look welcoming. He placed a hand on the small of Camille’s back and guided her up the palace steps. The doorman let them inside and the smell of jasmine hit them. Liam had gone all out with the jasmine scented candles and lilies. Servants greeted them with a glasses of champagne, which Camille politely declined, and they made their way into the ballroom where 15 round tables were placed around the edges. The French doors opened out onto the Royal Balcony, where a string quartet was arranged and playing their lilting music.

Drake and Camille were escorted to their table. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they found Maxwell, Bertrand, Hana and Olivia sat around it.

‘Aaaah you’re here!’ Hana squealed, jumping up to give them a hug. ‘It’s been ages!’

She was always like an excited puppy who greeted their owner after being left alone all day. It was endearing and it was just the sort of happy relief that Camille needed. ‘I’ve missed you too, Hana,’ Camille told her, smiling. The others stood up to hug and kiss them.

‘Right, more champagne for the table!’ Olivia decided. ‘Except for Camille.’ Another bottle was placed in the ice bucket and Camille settled with water. Drake pulled her chair out of her, ever the gentleman, and she sat down beside Bertrand. He turned to her with a warm smile on his face. ‘Window fixed?’

She nodded. ‘I’m not going to make that into the nursery anymore. It’s too painful.’

‘I wouldn’t expect you to,’ he replied. ‘You’ve got plenty other rooms to choose from anyway. I just want you to be able to relax now. How are you feeling tonight?’

Camille winced. ‘Nervous for Liam. But it’s nice to see all of you.’

Bertrand gave her hand a squeeze. ‘Likewise. Now, enough talk about republics and windows. Tell me, have you got baby names?’

Olivia turned to Drake, skimming her finger along the rim of her champagne glass. She was dressed in a red satin dress, the same colour as Camille; normally she would have been irritated that someone had worn the same colour as her, but for Camille, she made an exception. ‘I heard you and Liam had words,’ she muttered. Drake took a sip of whiskey and nodded. ‘How do you know?’

‘He told me.’

‘Ah. Yeah, it wasn’t great.’

Olivia took a gulp of her drink and faced him, her face serious. There was a time when Drake would have rather gone without whiskey for a year than speak to Olivia, but now, after everything, they were good friends. She was fiercely loyal, brave and had a kind heart under that hard shell; she was the kind of friend Drake and Camille needed.

‘I’m with you,’ she admitted. ‘I feel he is being so narrow minded. It’s not like him. I’m terrified he will lose who he is. His goodness. His kindness. But to ask you to put the kingdom before Camille and your baby... no. That was despicable.’ She spat the last word. Drake drew back, alarmed at her disgust. She took another swig of her champagne and looked to where Liam was standing, speaking to his mother. ‘But despite all of that, I love him..’ she murmured, her voice small. Drake watched her over the rim of his glass, taking a deep sip of his whiskey. He needed it.

Hana and Maxwell brought their chairs round to where Bertrand and Camille sat. They were never that formal at these dinners; they wanted to see their friends and why not defy the seating plan?

‘I want to be godfather!’ Bertrand was saying, very animated. Camille was laughing. ‘You’re in the running, don’t worry!’

Maxwell clapped his hands. ‘Am I in the running too?!’

Bertrand and Camille stared at him. He sat down quickly. ‘Yeah, I realised as soon as I said that..’

Camille squeezed his hand. ‘You can be the uncle. Uncles are more fun anyway.’

Bertrand widened his eyes in mock shock. ‘Are you saying I’m not fun?’

Hana snorted.

‘I have seen you at Beaumont Bashes, you can be fun when you want to be,’ Camille replied, giving him a wink. Bertrand chuckled and downed his champagne. He beckoned over a servant. ‘Please can I have another bottle of this wonderful champagne and perhaps a virgin Mojito for my lovely Camille?’

He was quite tipsy now. As soon as he started calling Camille ‘lovely’, that was the beginning of a very interesting spiral.

The servant nodded and turned to go to the kitchen, accidentally knocking into a group of courtiers, spilling their drinks. Hana groaned. One of the courtiers was Neville, who she had considered marrying until she discovered his arrogance and belief that nobles were better than anybody. Basically, the exact type of noble the anti-monarchists hated.

‘You’ve ruined my suit jacket!’ he shouted at the servant. ‘Do you not realise how expensive this is?! Get away from me!’

The servant ran away from Neville’s wrath.

Neville looked down at the table and sneered. ‘Look who it is. My favourite non-nobles.’

Bertrand glared at him. ‘You know I am the Duke of Ramsford-’

‘Shut up, Bertrand,’ Neville replied, sounding bored. His eyes went to Hana. ‘Miss Lee. How ravishing you look this evening.’

Hana resisted the need to dry heave. Neville looked around at the table, his eyes settling on Drake. Drake looked up at him, his glass of whiskey nearly at his lips. ‘Ha! Of course, the runt of the litter isn’t drinking champagne.’

Drake clenched the glass and felt Camille place her hand on his arm, trying to stop him from retaliating. Drake took a casual sip and raised his glass in Neville’s direction. ‘Always good to see you too, Neville,’ he replied cooly. Neville’s eyes flashed; he always wanted a fight. He looked at Camille, whose hand was still on Drake’s arm. ‘I meant to say. Congratulations on your new baby.’

Camille smiled politely. ‘Thank you.’

He smirked. ‘Let’s hope it shows it’s worthy of its title, otherwise it’ll be another fake noble runt.’

Drake bolted up from his chair but was only pulled down by Camille. ‘Don’t let him get to you,’ she said under her breath. ‘He’s not worth it.’

Drake gripped the edge of the table, resisting every urge to punch Neville in the face. He couldn’t do that. He was a Duke. His pregnant wife was sat right there. Neville sneered, knowing he had won.

‘Pah. I feel sorry for you. Being given such a grand title and not knowing how to use it. Liam had no idea what he was doing when he made you both a Duke and Duchess. Idiot.’

Olivia straightened, her face set into a death stare. ‘Don’t you dare speak ill of the king,’ she said, her voice laced with venom.

‘Everyone is now,’ Neville replied casually. ‘Everyone in court thinks he’s a terrible ruler. He gifts out titles to nobodies. He can’t defend Cordonia. He has left us open to numerous assassination attempts. He is weak. Sometimes, I agree with those commoners who say a republic would be better.’

Bertrand stood up, his face filled with fury. ‘You speak treason,’ he spat. Neville laughed bitterly. ‘I speak the truth.’

Drake stood up again, this time ignoring Camille’s attempts to pull him back down, and started to speak.‘You fucker-’

The sound of glass shattering filled the room. Camille screamed, the sound bringing her back to the nursery. The courtiers all gasped and began to shout as more of the windows broke into shards. The sound of chanting filled the air and through the broken windows, the court could see a crowd of around 300 people running towards the palace, throwing rocks. Some were holding signs. All of them were shouting, ‘Republic! Republic! Republic!’

Drake grabbed Camille’s hand and, with his heart hammering against his chest, started to pull her up from her chair. ‘We all need to get of here!’ he cried. Olivia was already armed; she held a dagger in her hand. Her eyes were furious. Hana ran to Camille, her eyes filled with tears. ‘Camille, we have to keep you safe!’ Camille took her hand and squeezed it. Tears were also falling down her cheeks; she was sick of this. Absolutely sick of this. She was sick of the constant fear and anxiety.

The mob were now trying to get past security, who were trying their best to hold them back. Drake saw Liam, who was running through the ballroom towards them. ‘Guys, up to the Royal Quarters! It’s safer there!’ he told them.

Camille burst into tears, overwhelmed. ‘I just want to be home,’ she sobbed. Drake turned to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. ‘Baby, we can’t go home yet. We need to get upstairs-’

She sobbed harder, knowing she wasn’t being brave. She felt numb as Drake wrapped his arms around her and guided her and Hana , who’s hand was still wrapped around hers, quickly through the ballroom. They were caught up in the flurry of courtiers who were all trying to get out, pushing at each other. Drake shielded her from the crowd, knowing it was every man for himself. They wouldn’t care that she was pregnant. They wouldn’t be careful.

Hana’s hand clung to Camille’s, refusing to let her go. Drake heard Hana shouting at the courtiers: ‘Camille is pregnant! Stop shoving!’

Drake felt a slight relief. Thank God for Hana.

The shouting from the mob was louder now, more furious. ‘Republic! Republic!’

Finally, Drake got Camille out of the ballroom and he lifted her up, carrying her up the stairs towards the Royal Quarters. He raced up the stairs as fast as he could, followed by Liam, Hana, Olivia, Maxwell and Bertrand. Tears blinding him, he ran for his and Camille’s lives.

They reached the Royal Quarters and Liam was ahead of them now, a burst of energy flowing through him. He shoved open the door to his suite. Once they were all inside, he locked the door, before keeling down to the floor onto his knees, head in his hands.

Drake placed Camille onto the bed, his head spinning. Hana stayed close to Camille, covering her hand with hers. Olivia leaned against the sideboard, staring straight ahead, her jaw clenched. Maxwell and Bertrand were holding each other up from the exertion of running up five flights of stairs. The same question was on everyone’s mind. What were they going to do now?

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