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Nearly Time to Say Goodbye...
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[ ID: A sequence of two grayscale drawings depicting Lief, a hybrid of Sylveon and Ribombee, curled up and bundled in a thick blanket, fast asleep at the topmost room of the Dragonspiral Tower. The first panel shows Fay, a Shuppet, sleeping on top of him. The second panel is zoomed in on Lief's face. His antennae have moved up a little, and he's grimacing lightly. He could be on the brink of waking, or he could be dreaming about something. End ID ]
Anonymous asked: *tbags lief*
[ ID: A grayscale drawing of Lief similar to previous image, but with a different expression. Now his eyes are wide open, and his antennae have perked straight up. End ID ]
Lief sat up with a jolt.
He looked behind him with wide eyes, blinking in disbelief as he saw nothing there. Perhaps he merely dreamed it happened?
His head pounded from having moved so fast. He took a deep breath; then a couple more. On the plus side, he didn't feel so woozy anymore.
But he had trouble remembering how he got here. Or what he'd done ever since he got here in general.
His paw moved to scratch at his chest as he sat there. His digits brushed against the maid outfit he was still wearing, and he froze.
Then he looked down.
And he panicked, going into overdrive in taking it off immediately.
He definitely did not remember ever putting it on. His first assumption was some sort of practical joke; that someone dressed him in it while he slept.
He tugged at it aggressively, tumbling over himself and scrambling to shimmy it off his body.
He never looked more relieved upon removing it. Standing on his fours, he shook his body a little, loosening up the fur that had been squished against his body for so long underneath.
The night time breeze blew in, providing further relief. He basked in it...
Then he realized he was feeling that on his neck. His neck was bare.
In pulling off the dress, he pulled off the scarf with it.
He dug his paws into the fallen dress with visible distress. He searched and felt around frantically for it, relaxing only when he grasped the scarf in both paws and pulled it free from the crumpled costume.
The wine stain on it caught his attention first. He also noticed bits and crumbs and miscellaneous dirt stuck to it.
It was really, really filthy. Unacceptably filthy. It wasn't like him.
He had to clean it.
Come to think of it, he had to clean himself. In his devastation that his scarf was in such a state, he noticed that same alcoholic stench coming from his person as well.
It would take him some moments before he could remember where he last saw water.
Lief: "Come on, dammit... wash out."
Now at the tower's entrance after a series of fumbling, he knelt at the floor's edge as he repeatedly dipped his scarf in the pool, scrubbing at it with one paw as he shakily gripped it with the other.
If he was going to leave this place, he was going to leave it as clean as he had arrived to begin with.
As all things should be, with Lief.
[ Looks like he's mostly himself again. If you have something to say, now would be your chance.
featuring Fay from @mezuni-and-willow ; background by @/lightofunova ]
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rocker eddie/actor steve | exes to ?? | fame au p2 | p1 p3 p4 p5 interlude p6
The picture itself is not incriminating.
In the five years since Eddieâs wet dog apology they have been cordial to each other. Eddie seemed to have finally grown up. Finally got the hint. He doesnât bug Steve after that night. He stays in his lane.
After a few years itâs a nod at a charity event. A half-smile at the townâs trendy new restaurant. A card when Steve gets an Emmy nod for his HBO series. Steve tries to not mind it. Tries to not let it get under his skin. He doesnât send Eddie anything when he gets his Grammy.
LA is a small town. Eddie moved back once he finished his first tour. Steve does his best to keep his circle separate but LA is a small town. He nearly ends up at Eddieâs 30th after his coworker tries to drag him to some ârager in Loz Feliz.â
Sometimes, after another break up leaves him feeling shit-all, Steve drives past their dingy old place in West Hollywood. Tries to picture the version of the story where Eddie wasnât eaten by his monster ego. Lets himself imagine them happy. Lets himself cry over it again. Like it happened yesterday instead of a decade ago.
But then he blinks and itâs been twelve years and yeah, maybe he hasnât felt home like he did with Eddie, maybe no one else has fit him quite so right. But maybe he was just young and everything felt bigger then.
He feels weirdly at peace about it all. Itâs not forgiveness, he doesnât know if heâll ever be able to stomach that, but it is acceptance. It took a long time to scar but it's finally just a faded pink line. Heâs happy.
And then the photo starts to circulate.
The picture itself is not incriminating.
Itâs their old WeHo apartment. Eddieâs hopped on the grimy kitchen counter, acoustic guitar in hand. Heâs smiling at Steve and Steve is leaned against the wall and heâs smiling back. And itâs Them. And Steve thinks theyâve never looked so young.
He doesnât know who took the photo. Maybe Robin or Nancy or Jon. They visited a lot in that first year.
He doesnât know how it ended up digitized, posted to a random pop culture subreddit.
What he does know is that he and Eddie have never publicly acknowledged each other.
The internet treats the picture like a cute little chachki in the first few days. A buzzpop factoid #67. Itâs âDid you know Tommy Lee Jones and Al Gore were college roommates?â
But then news outlets were picking it up. And Eddie was halfway through promoting his third album.
Theyâre dead lucky the picture is not incriminating.
Steveâs still not technically outâ heâs had quiet relationships with men but his team preferred a starlet on his arm at the carpets.
Eddieâs out the way a rockstar is. Heâd fuck anything as long as it made him a pervert.
Their teams move fast.
The official story is that theyâd both moved to LA to pursue their careers. They roomed together because they knew each other from their small town. Then Steve booked his show and Eddie moved to London and they lost touch.
Eddie repeats it on talk show after talk show. He lies and says theyâre still friendly now, but their schedules keep them both so busy. They havenât caught up in a while. He goes wistful when he says it. Steve tries not to feel downright bitter. It does quiet the chatter down.
In November, his manager tells him heâs presenting at the Golden Globes. The studio had asked him specifically, still under contract to promote their animated movie. He agrees cause he needs eyes on the tiny indie he'd finally gotten made.
In December, he finds out who heâs presenting with.
Steve throws a fit. Itâs uncharacteristic. Itâs not at all in line with the nice-guy persona heâs spent years cultivating. But theyâve managed to get this far without him actually having to talk to the guy. He doesnât ever want to have to talk to Eddie Munson again.
His manager lures him off the ledge. Itâs too late to change the line-up. He's put in years of work to get his movie made. She reminds him that itâs Hollywood. Everyone has to deal with this shit. Not worth blowing it all up because he canât handle 30 minutes with his ex.
So Steve plays nice but Eddie skips out on rehearsal. Of fucking course. Twelve years and heâs still so predictable.
Steve reads the teleprompter next to a random PA and decides then and there to say Fuck Healing. He did that. And now heâs being punished. Again. Heâs fucking pissed.
Heâs pissed that the photo got out. Heâs pissed at whoever leaked it. Heâs pissed enough to convince himself it was Eddie. Heâs pissed Eddieâs shouldering his way back into his life even if it wasnât him.
And yeah, heâs still fucking pissed that Eddie left in the first place.
Steve first sees him on the carpet. Itâs from a distance, and heâs determined to keep it that way for as long as possible. He wishes Eddie dashed for the real thing too, but he knows his ego couldnât take the blow. Eddie Munson loves attention too much.
Eddie looks great, cause heâs a celebrity & itâs a 10-person job to make him look great.
Eddie looks great cause heâs always looked great. Even when his hair was all frizz and his hygiene habits were questionable at best. And Steve hates him but his dick has never gotten the memo.
Steve deals with it by drinking a lot. Itâs the Globes! He sits at his table and smiles and they give him alcohol and he drinks it. Itâs stupid and itâs reckless and itâs the only thing thatâs gonna get him through this torture. So he picks at his ugly velvet suit and he drinks.
The wranglers grab them 20 minutes before theyâre set to present. Itâs earlier than usual but Munsonâs been known to dash.
Theyâre sitting on opposite couches in the green room. Eddieâs vibrating. Leg jittering nonstop. Steveâs starting to feel woozy. Theyâre not talking.
After five minutes, Eddie clicks his tongue and gets up. âGonna take a leak.â His wrangler starts after him. âFollow me and I cut off your dick.â
Steve looks at the kid, weighing tearily whether his job was more important than his penis, âIâll- I'll make sure heâs back on time.â
Steve stumbles riled down the hall, opens the door with a slam, âYou leak the photo, Munson?â
Eddieâs already washing his hands. Steve catches his reflection in the mirror. He looks weirdly hurt.
âSteve,â Eddie says his name so... sad, âCâmon, man. I- I wouldnât do that.â
Steve laughs cold, puts his hands in his suit pockets. âSure, yeah, man. Youâd just disappear for seven years. Come back with some horseshit apology because you finally got what you wanted. Cause your ego could finally handle being around me. But sure. You wouldnât do that.â
Eddie steps back into the wall, looks at Steve with those watery brown eyes. Theyâre framed by crows feet now. âSteve, Iââ
Steve boxes him in, makes it so he canât slip away this time, âYou know there was a week there where I thought you'd fucking died.â
He feels like a live wire. He feels every awful thing heâs felt for a dozen years bubble to the surface.
âMike Wheeler told me where you went. Mike. Wheeler. I thought you were dead in a ditch, you asshole. Thought Iâd lost you forever. But no. You just skipped townâ Skipped town because I loved you and you fucking hated me.â
He doesnât know when grabbed a fist into Eddieâs shirt. He wants to tear it. Itâs probably insured.
âStevie,â Eddieâs blubbering. Their faces are close enough that Steve can see his lip quivering. âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, baby.â
Now Steve really wants to laugh. Baby. Itâs such garbage. Total bullshit.
âI wish youâd died. It wouldâve hurt less.â He says it dry, with his big wide movie-star smile. Then he spits, bullseye on Eddieâs cheek, âI fucking hate you.â
Itâs so strange to see Eddie up close after all this time. Heâs blurry in the memories but so vivid here, so harsh. Makeup cracking into nicotine wrinkles. Different. A mask of the person Steve knew.
He breathes, âI know.â
----
Eddie's tongue still tastes the same.
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WOLFSTAR X READER SERIES
Gilded Constellations | THE INTERLUDE Part 2
Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally see Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.
Series Masterlist | Previous episode | The first Interlude
You guys know I wanted to make another interlude, but upon lack of time, and because I don't want to have you wait another week to read the next chapter (darling @aremuslupinsimp for sure needs someone to vent about the absolute rollercoaster of emotions that it is) I've decided to make it a WEEKL-LONG EVENT!
But Lilly, What does that mean? It means you can send as many questions as you might have and I'll try to address all of them within the week. Including anything related to last week, this week's, and the next week's chapter (although I will not spoil that one).
Adding a few questions here, just as a start:
Have you always known where the story is going or have you kind of figured it out along the way? do you have the ending planned?
Hey love! I do have a base idea of where GC is going. I've had these big plot points thought out from the very beginning to the part where they all start dating. Having said that, a lot of things that happen in the story, and that are in between those points, are just me letting my imagination soar, and a lot of those chapters end up being some of my favourites.
I wanted to end the story either before they end school or before 1981, but now that I've gotten so attached to the characters, I've honestly thought of writing past that, and "fixing" some of the things that happen in canon. But who knows, that's like a whole other fic just on how much plot it would have.
SoIi canât really remeber if the âprankâ that Sirius pulled on Snape had already happened in Gilded Constellations, if it hasnât will it be happening or will it just get skipped over?
It's happened already (in 5th year). That's the reason Snape is weary about leaving Vixen in the Shack in "Bad Moon Rising". He knew she would be in danger because there was a werewolf inside. He couldn't say anything to them because of the young twisting charm Dumbledore put on him, and he's never been brave enough to stand up to the other Slytherins, so he went straight to Lily and told her Vix was in danger.
That's why Lily knew about Vixen being in danger when Sirius showed up with a fox in his hands and was livid about it.
Tu penses prĂŠvoir combien de chapitre pour GC si tu sais sinon si tu sais pas une estimation de chapitre que tu aimerais ĂŠcrire pour GC ?
I'm terrible with estimations, originally it was going to be a short 5 chapter-long series. And then I wanted to end it at thirty, and then at forty. So far I've written 55 chapters, but I'm thinking of ending before chapter 70. (That's IF I don't get carried away).
Do we get to know if Sirus ever got that necklace back from the first few chapters?
Oh, the necklace is still on Vix's neck and it's going to be HUGE in the next couple of chapters. I've been building on is for a while and I'm really excited about it finally happening.
How is it going with Remus' and reader's fireworms?
They are amazing! They've implemented a whole system that helps them get fed automatically. They're probably going to ace that test.
Are we seeing more to Nina?
Definitely.
After they come back from winter break will the study group start again?
I mean, there're going to be a LOT of things happening after the Winter Break, but I assume yes. Also the reading club, the reading club is going to happen.
How long do we have to wait 'till Remus, Reader and Sirius go out?
I think I'm about one or two chapters away from writing that, but I'm a few chapters ahead. But it's waaay less than before.
Does Nina have a little crush on Reader or is it just me?
I mean, there's a reason why the ribbon she tied on her quidditch gear was enough to defend Vix from Barty's spell. And why, more than once, Nina's love has proven to be a strong protective spell over the reader.
Are we getting more lessons like some of the first chapters?
Yup, not very soon, since the next few chapters will all be happening over the winter break, but once they're back in school, certainly.
Further questions will be answered directly on asks as they come.
I'm really excited about the questions I might get, also a bit terrified about the questions I'll get after Chapter 44, but of well, the show must go on.
Love ya lots, Lils xx
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And so begins the Knight Terrors interlude for TMWSL! I'd thought maybe we'd get more clues to the which-Joker-is-Joker mystery with this, but this issue opens in the dream, and over in Knight Terrors: First Blood, there's just a small close-up with Joker's face when he becomes afflicted with sleep so ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
Anyways spoilers, dark humor, and nightmarish imagery ahead.
The opening scene made me cackle, I found it so unexpected.
LOL Just. The fucking slide. Jesus.
Joker, Gaggy (whose presence may indicate the TMWSL backers are also dreams), and a goon (who is possibly a human stand-in for Jackanapes) confirm that Batman is, in fact, dead.
Aw, no point in the heist now that Batman is unable to stop it, and once again Joker's towing around the corpses of people he cares about.
He brought Bruce into the diner to sit next to him omfg
Earlier Joker laughed about Batman falling off the roof, but now it's sunk in that their epic battle ended forever in the dumbest way possible. Other heroes just don't have the same appeal.
Though Joker does try to keep up the fun.
But when the ship captain says it'll be easy for him to just hand it overâŚ
It's just not the same. :(
PAUSE
I just want to highlight that Joker appears to be eating refried beans and marshmallows.
RESUME
As per usual, without Batman to fight, Joker realizes he doesn't have any other goals. Even Gaggy still has a taste for crime, and he throws the paper at Joker as he leaves.
(Side note: do you think Lex Luthor has shown up on Real Housewives of Metropolis? Like in party scenes or something?)
The Jobs section in the paper apparently spurs Joker to try something new. He goes for a job interview at none other than Wayne Enterprises, and we finally run into Insomnia.
Readers who've read Knight Terrors: First Blood will realize this man is this dream's manifestation of the Bad Guy Who Incited the Event, but if you haven't, just his appearance is a clue that something's not right about him.
But this is Joker's dream, so he doesn't notice anything weird apparently!
He looks like such a goof. đ
Joker starts off the job by trying to search on his workstation for where all WE's money is or their secret weapons projects orâŚ
âŚ.. something "of Bruce Wayne." Which has to be "naked pictures." I don't care if you think batjokes is real or not, that's the obvious fill-in.
We'll never know for sure because of Helen (which was also the name of the nurse in TMWSL #3 who called the cops on Joker at the hospital, and that probably doesn't mean anything, but I remembered it). Joker introduces himself.
(Johann was also a name from the hospital, the dead husband of that patient at the end of TMWSL #4. Which also probably doesn't mean anything but maybe Rosenberg could switch it up with names?)
Now that Batman is gone, it appears that Joker wants to start trouble at Bruce's old company instead. Even when he's trying to get a new purpose, it's still related to fucking with Bruce. Unfortunately for Joker, in a comedic bit about corporate bureaucracy, Helen reveals that their nameless department isn't really responsible for anything important.
A few weeks pass, and Johann becomes known as the office comedian.
But his supervisor does have complaints about his performance.
Joker does not respond well to this bad feedback!
Check out the issue if you want more of a man's head exploding.
The next morning, Joker tries to incite some kind of⌠uprising? Mass resignation?
Yeah, yeah, end-stage capitalism, we've all seen it, J.
In the regular world, Mr. Dee might be talking to Johann about that brutal murder in the breakroom, but as Joker prepares to take down Mr. Dee as wellâŚ
And here's some extra weirdness: Joker didn't start working at WE until after Batman plotzed himself. How has Bruce taken a shine to him?
That job title is killing me.
If you've taken a look at Knight Terrors: Batman, you know that Insomnia claimed that he has no control over where people's dreams go and that he's just going along for the ride. However, Insomnia certainly has control over how he presents, and he's looking for the Nightmare Stone. So I think the promotion he's offering is a careful suggestion to draw Joker deeper into this scenario to see if that's where Doctor Destiny hid the stone.
And it's interesting that Joker still says here that Batman is dead, despite two statements indicating that he's alive. If Batman is still around, that means so is Joker's reason for being. He should jump on this! But the thing is, this dream and TMWSL take place after Joker War, after the batjokes divorce. Batman explicitly abandoned Joker to figure out how to survive on his own, and they haven't seen each other since. In Joker 2021, Joker was implied to have suicidal thoughts. In TMWSL, we have one clown who left Gotham as soon as he returned, and another who was expressly depressed. Batman fucks with the rules of their game and ruins it? He might as well have died "like a %$!@?*& moron."
Insomnia is practically throwing a cue in Joker's face: Batman is still out there to play with! Joker can run out the door right now! Or he can burrow deeper into this new goal, into this dream, and hide from the abandonment. It feels like a test to see if Joker will take Insomnia where he wants to go.
And Joker chooses to burrow. More weeks pass, and now he's the funny(?) boss.
Instead of getting called to HR, he gets invited to drinks!
That guy's WTF, CAROL expression is killing me.
Wait. D'Amico??
That's the name of the doctor who pulled a bullet out of Joker's brain in TMWSL #3! These names can't be an accident at this point. I still don't know if they mean anything, but y'know, they're there.
Alright, so now Joker is at the point where he goes to office happy hours.
And he's not even killing anyone! That's a bad sign. Uh, for Joker, relatively. It's a good sign for anyone else. But who are those shadowy figures?
Our favorite murderclown is back in action, ready to remind any street thug that Gotham is his town!
Oh wait, it's not just any thug. It's Gaggy, who is very surprised to see Joker. Gaggy says he looked for Joker when he heard the rumors that Batman came back, and Joker tells him not to tell lies. His old life comes back and literally kicks him in the gut, once more telling him Batman is back, and Joker still doesn't want to hear it. He emphatically sheds the blood he just shed.
UM, YOURS? WHO ARE YOU?!
Just a jokey boss-guy, apparentlyâŚ
It kills me that the fucking microwave is still there.
Yeah, you know this is definitely not a joke before we get to the end. Because Batman is definitely dead!
Until a guy says that Batman saved his wife from a mugging just last week.
Joker knows how handsome Batman is. That's why he was looking for those naked pictures.
So now Joker has someone not just referencing Batman or bringing up rumors, but talking about an actual encounter with for-real, swinging-around, totally alive Batman. And it seems to make him angryâ until he waves it off, implying it might just be another guy. (And I mean, with all the kids Batsy's got around, maybe.)
He grimaces when the batsignal shines overhead, but again makes himself ignore it.
lol Is the white dog like a white rabbit? Knight Terrors: Poison Ivy also has a guy wearing a top hat with a white dog. I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to be Penguin because his shirt has shamrocks on it which feels more Jervisy⌠It won't be a shock if Mad Hatter has deeper involvement in these stories, but I didn't notice him in the Batman one so I dunno.
Once Joker gets in his apartment, we see flies. Lots of flies.
So back in the real world, Joker has been explicitly aware that Bruce Wayne is Batman since Snyder's run, but in this dream, he's back to separating them. Maybe this shift happened over the course of the dream, or maybe it's been since as early as the promotion conversation, when Joker didn't seem bothered by the mention of Bruce, but when Insomnia brought up Batman, Joker was quick to say he was dead. Either way, Joker's now acting like they're two totally different dudes, one a boring rich guy who Joker has no great interest in and never did, nosirree.
The news story is also interesting. Back near the beginning when Helen is explaining wtf their department actually does, it turns out to be, in a ludicrous roundabout way, related to accounting. So I'm guessing in Part 2, Johann gets called up to talk to Mr. Wayne about the mess⌠đ
And Bruce Wayne is of little concern for someone who's gone up against Batman, now rotting in Joker's closet!!
Boy howdy.
This is an ominous chapter end for Joker. He wants to have some purpose outside of Batman, but 1) Batman is still obviously hanging over him no matter how much Joker tries to ignore him and 2) his efforts have thus far led him right back to where he was in his depression: rotting his brain with reality TV. Yeah, he has a job, but it means so little that it doesn't matter that he has no clue what he's doing. Yeah, his coworkers laugh at his jokes, but when they do it's because they're not taking him seriously at all. He's obviously harmed people, but they completely miss him as a threat. He's neutered!
So far, Joker's Knight Terror is a terrible dream about the stark way he sees life. You either get to be in endless magnificent rooftop fights with Batman, or you better find satisfaction in being an empty drone.
Putting this together with how TMWSL has been going and the Darwin Halliday stuff in Batman, it all feels like it's pointing to some change in direction for Joker in the future. I'm afraid I'm not going to like where it all ends up⌠but for now I'll keep enjoying Rosenberg's storytelling.
... Also hey is anyone at DC gonna write about where Joker got his fake eye? I know it doesn't matter but I keep wondering about it.
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As the storm rolled in, bringing torrents of water and urban chaos, it became quickly apparent that most birthday plans would need rescheduling. Raincheck, literally the joke in most of the messages. Everyone understood. They would see how it was looking by the weekend. Turning forty was enough of an event that a few days askew on the calendar couldnât be too big of a deal.
There was still cake. A joint effort by Beth and Tabby, one clutching the bakery box to her chest and the other on umbrella duty. Their feet were soaked but not a crumb was out of place. Dinner came from the small Italian place down the street, roast garlic and basil heavy in the air when Riley arrived home from his last-minute shift. Whether he took it to be out of the girlâs hair, or to delay the celebrations as long as possible, was a secret he was allowed to keep to himself.
Tabbyâs first gift sat among the pile with Bethâs. Delivered across the ocean from a small designer in County Cork, to her eye, it was the right mix of reimagined tradition in a decidedly masculine design. The final gift emerged in a small interlude of just the two of them on the couch, Beth temporarily absent as she warmed her bones in a deep bath. âI know itâs a lot of pages.â Tabbyâs chin propped on Andyâs shoulder, the five year diary on his lap. âBut think of it more like a planner. Because time keeps slipping by and I donât want to leave this too late. So, like, have a look and pick the day you want to be a dad by.â
The aroma in the house, the warmth from the fire-place and his girls, everything embraced him once he shut the door behind him. His raincoat is left on the hook, a little plastic tray catching the drip of the rain that didnât dry up on the four flights of stairs up from the lobby to the fifth floor. Elevator still isnât fixed and by now heâs given up on it ever working. He kicks off his work boots. Thankfully thereâs enough wax and theyâre pretty well sealed so his socks are dry. Not unlike Beth at the end of a shift thereâs a process. Wearing patrol gear instead of one of his suits, heâs got to shed the gun belt with all of its attached gear which he then takes and hangs up in his closet. The Sig Sauer gets locked in its case and once all thatâs done, Riley grabs the quickest shower heâs had since heâd left the Air Force, and redresses in a tee-shirt, in jeans. He could have stayed home; enjoyed the day to celebrate another decade being started, but he assumes that Tabby understands the driving need that he and Beth have to do what they can, when they can once shit hits the fan. When the precinct put out that they needed extra hands on the streets, he couldnât refuse. He enjoys dinner and the cake, coffee over beer. He opens each gift with care. The Claddagh is gorgeous, and he asks her to slip it on to his left hand crown pointed toward his finger tips; meant to signify heâs engaged. The kiss he offers Tabby is slow and tender. After Beth excuses herself, everything about Tabbyâs demeanour changes and he cards his fingers through her hair before she settles her chin on his shoulder. He slips an arm around her.
He cracks a smile when she mentions the page count but heâs curious enough not to interrupt her. Then his face freezes.
Not many people can say theyâve ever left Riley speechless but Tabbyâs done just that. Some of her lamented time passed before he moves and takes her face in both hands. He scours her face with a whisper. âAre you....Are you sure, Tabs?â
#submission#{{pin drop. So did his jaw}}#Thanks!Tabby <3 <3 <3 <3#She Sells Sanctuary|Tabby and Riley#The Big 4-0|Riley's Birthday 2024
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Chapter 24: Analysis and Discussion
So here we are at Chapter 24, finally at the end of this novelization. It's been a wild ride, right? From different dialogue, to entirely new characters, to scenes that weren't in the final film at all, this has been SO much more enjoyable than watching the actual movie. The changes made in the novelization add so much to the story, and a lot of what I didn't like about the movie was either changed or left out entirely. I hope you enjoyed reading about it and reading along with me, because I sure loved writing about it. With all that said and done, let's see how this story ends, right?
Hairy Hold finally shows up to join the Resistance...after everything's already over, of course. Dex congratulates everyone on a job well done, but tells them they still have a lot of work to do- the store opens in just four hours. It's then that Dr Nustrix shows up and says he's created an antidote that should bring all the Ikes they lost back to life. He spritzes Polar Penguin with it and he wakes up, as if he were just in a deep sleep the entire time. The only difference here between the novelization and the movie's version of events is the additional line from Dex about their store opening in 4 hours, which is pretty minor but does remind us there's still work to be done as well as the nature of Marketropolis' existence.
Polar says he knew Dex would save him, and Sunshine tells Dex how proud he deserves to be, jumping into his arms and throwing a raisin in the air for him to catch in his mouth. Dan lampshades how everything really turned out perfect in the end, and Dex finally pulls the engagement ring from his pocket (remember, from when he was going to propose to Sunshine right at the beginning of the story?) and she instantly says yes, the whole store cheering as the two finally kiss. Dan almost starts crying until he notices Sweet Cakes giving him a flirty look, and realizes he might be getting some action too. This scene is once again the same across both the novelization and the movie, with the exception of the brief exchange between Dan and Sweet Cakes at the end. So, this is the second-to-last page, and with only one more to go, you'd THINK things would stay the same and the novelization wouldn't end in a completely different way to the movie, right? Well, good guess but you'd actually be wrong!
We cut to the next morning, back in the supermarket. Mr Leonard looks around and sees burnt, destroyed Brand X products littering the floor and is mortified until he notices all the colorful, familiar products are back on their shelves, everything back the way it should be. He's suitably puzzled, thinking this must be some sort of dream.
A month later, he's helping a customer load groceries into her cart, with all the products at the top of the bag being ones we're now familiar with- Kaptain Krispy chips, Polar Pleasures ice cream, and Twinkleton toothpaste. As she leaves, a large delivery truck pulls up- but this time it's a shipment Mr Leonard's excitedly been expecting for a while now. He opens the box and pulls out a brand new box of cereal- "New and Improved Cinnamon Sleuth Cereal- Now with Sunshine Goodness Raisins".
So, uh...YEAH. This is COMPLETELY different from how the movie ends, and it's a total last-second left turn. For context, in the movie after Dex proposes to Sunshine, we cut to their wedding at the Copbanana. It's being ordained by a rabbi, and Dex stomps on a carton of milk before he and Sunshine kiss. Dr Nustrix is shocked by this, and loudly exclaims "Dex is JEWISH?" as the credits start rolling, interrupted several times by brief interludes showing all the Ikes having fun at Dex and Sunshine's wedding. There are literally no similarities AT ALL to compare between these two endings, it's crazy how completely different in tone and content they are.
I VASTLY prefer the novelization's ending, however. It's way more toned-down, with a quiet scene of Mr Leonard being baffled by what happened to his store overnight, like he finally gets a hint that something more is going on behind the doors of his supermarket after it closes, a brief wink toward the world of Marketropolis he'll never see. Although we lose the revelation of Dex being Jewish (losing out on some much-needed representation), the much more subtle implication that Dex and Sunshine are now married by showing a Cinnamon Sleuth box with Sunshine Goodness raisins now in the mix is a much sweeter and genuinely endearing way for the story to end. It does raise some questions about how marriage works in Marketropolis- for instance, if Mr Clean marries Charlie Tuna, do the two products combine and release an all-purpose cleaner that smells like fish?
Regardless, it's a lovely ending to the story, and I really hope everyone enjoyed reading along with me. I definitely enjoyed combing through this and talking about all the changes made, and I absolutely consider Foodfight! The Junior Novelization to be a far superior version of the story. Of course, a lot of that is likely down to the novelization being based on an earlier version of script and so the writers also deserve a share of the credit for that, but without this novelization we may have never even got to know what that early script was like!
Now that I've finished going through the novelization in its entirety, I'll put it up on the Internet Archive for everyone to read whenever they want- after all, this is the only copy known to exist, and I want to make sure it's properly preserved. Thank you again to anyone who's been reading this blog and joining me on this journey, I'm honored to have shared this experience with you. I mean, how often do you get to read the only copy of a book known to exist, share it with the entire world, AND unravel a huge part of the tangled web of mysteries behind the production of Foodfight!?
I'll update this blog again when I've uploaded the book to the Internet Archive, but for now this is Tiffany Amber, signing off!
#daredevil dan#dex dogtective#foodfight#analysis#book review#charlie sheen#lady x#novelization#wayne brady#eva longoria#cinnamon sleuth cereal now with sunshine goodness raisins#ending
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An Indecent Proposal- Chapter 11
A03,Prologue, Chapter 1,Chapter 2,Chapter 3, Chapter 4,Chapter 5,Chapter 6,Interlude,Chapter 7,Chapter 8,Chapter 9, Chapter 10
Daemon x Rhaenyra Multichapter AU:
Daemon leaves Rhaenyra at her wedding feast. Rhaenyra marries Laenor. After a year of trying to do their duty and produce an heir, Rhaenyra writes to Daemon.
She needs a true Targaryen heir.
It only needs to be an arrangement of business, she says. And it would result in Daemonâs child one day taking the Iron Throne.
Daemon accepts the proposal and returns to court.
Only, ventures like these are never simple. As much as they would wish to, Daemon and Rhaenyra cannot let go of the past, or the feelings they once had for each other.
A/N: So originally, I was going to do a ten year time jump as they did in the show, (117 AC to 127 AC for this story), and only refer to events that happened during the gap. But after getting reader feedback on the Daemyra discord, I decided to write the ten years in short segments over the course of three chapters because I didn't want to skip 10 years of Daemon x Rhaenyra moments.
I outlined the bullet points of each year, sat down to write 117 AC and then I ended up adding extra scenes.
Then I decided to do each year as its own chapter. So the next 11 chapters will cover a year in Daemon & Rhaenyra's story. I hope you enjoy the shift in style for the middle part of this story.
117 AC
When Rhaenyra gave birth to her twins, the maesters had been less than helpful. So when she suspected she was once again with child, she summoned Kalinda and Merosi directly. They had helped her through nearly a day of laboring, while the Grand Maester Mellos and his lower maesters had observed and criticized the Essosi techniques of Merosi and ridiculed Kalinda for being baseborn with little education.
Rhaenyra asked them to move into a dwelling near the Red Keep and established a monthly allowance for their upkeep. With funding from the Crown, the two midwives were able to help many others in Kingâs Landing.
Rhaenyra was relieved that she would have her two midwives close at hand, for she wanted many more children. Partly to solidify her legacy, but mostly because there was no one she loved more than Alyssa and Jacaerys. Daemon told her one night that they could very well rival Good Queen Alysanne and Jaehaerys with their progeny.
Court was convinced that Alyssa and Jacaerys belonged to Laenor, and while Daemon did not like the fact that another man got to lay claim to his children, Rhaenyra knew he loved them fiercely, and he doted on them in the privacy of their chambers in the dark hours of the night.
Laenor upheld his role as father in public, and he loved the children as well, but he never made any decisions of significance when it came to their welfare.
It was a strange arrangement, but the three were tolerating it well.
***
Daemon and Rhaenyra were curled around each other. The full moon hung high in the sky.
Alyssa and Jace, nearly a year old, both cried at the same time, waking their parents.
Daemon held Rhaenyra back from rising. âYou need sleep, love. I will see to them.â
The source of the childrenâs distress became clear. Their cradle mates had finally hatched.
In Alyssaâs cradle, there was a blood red dragon hatchling with ebony claws, wings, and horns. It was studying the princess with a sort of draconic wonder. Daemon smiled and took one of Alyssaâs small hands and placed it on the dragon, covering it with his own. Alyssa stopped crying and smiled.
âRhaenyra, come and see,â Daemon said, his voice low.
Rhaenyra joined him and tears came to her eyes. âWhat shall we call her?â
âMeraxes, in honor of Queen Rhaenysâs fallen mount.â
âPerfect,â Rhaenyra said.
Jacaerysâs dragon coloring matched that of a sapphire, save for the smattering of silver scales. âWe shall call Jaceâs dragon Vermax,â Daemon said.
Vermax curled up next to Jace, and the babe settled and nuzzled against his cradle mate.
Rhaenyraâs heart clenched at the sight. âThey will be phenomenal dragon riders.â
âWe will teach them well. I will go summon the dragon keepers. Now that the eggs have hatched, they will need to be trained.â
âWait,â Rhaenyra said, and she quickly wrote a message on a sheet of parchment. âThe dragon keepers are loyal, but not immune to gossip amongst each other.â
Daemon kissed her. âOne day, love, we will be free to wed.â
âAre you planning on killing Laenor?â Rhaenyra asked, her tone light and teasing.
Daemon shook his head. âNo, but you and I are meant to burn together. The gods will intervene someday.â
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âThe small council still needs a Master of Laws,â Viserys said.
Daemon and Viserys were sharing a midday meal together as they often did since he had become Hand.
âWe should write to Rhaenys. She has been passed over too often. It would tie the Velaryons closer to the Crown. And Rhaenys would agree to take the position in order to reside in the same city as her children.
âA woman on the small council? One who is not the heir?â
âIt is not without precedent,â Daemon said. âAnd she is our favorite cousin.â
Viserys nodded. Perhaps it was time to finally mend the breach between himself and Rhaenys. âVery well. I will send a letter to Driftmark.â
Rhaenys accepted the position and within the moon, she arrived at Kingâs Landing. Her good-brother Vaemond would watch over Driftmark in her absence, as Corlys was still in the Stepstones. Her dragon Melys took up residence in the dragon pit. For the first time in years, the Targaryen dragons and the Velaryon dragons were all together.
***
In the sixth moon of 117, Queen Alicent gave birth to her third son. She allowed no one in her chambers but the maesters
The babe was named Daeron, and he was born without hair on his head. His features, however were distinctly angular and Dornish. His skin was not pale and milky as most Tagaryens, but darker and freckled. His brows were a dark brown.
Viserys was delighted when Alicent presented the healthy child to him. It did not bother him one jot that his son looked more Andal than Targaryen.
Rhaenyra congratulated her stepmother, as was proper, but from the moment she laid eyes on the child, she was certain it belonged to another man. Though she could not say who the father might be. Daemonâs spies still had not discovered any potential lovers that Alicent might have. They simply reported that she had not shared a bed with the king in nearly eight moons.
It was Daemon, however, that broached the matter with his brother over one of their midday meals a fortnight after Daeron was born.
âDoes it not trouble you that Daeron does not share any of your features?â Daemon asked.
Viserys shrugged. âDaeron is a strong little babe. He favors his mother, who has blood of the Andals and the First Men. Nature is mysterious. We Targaryens have become so accustomed to marrying other Valyrians that it is easy to forget that Valyrian features are not always dominant. Once the boy has a dragon, his heritage will be clear. If only Syrax would produce a fresh clutch soon.â
âAnd what of the stolen egg,â Daemon asked. âAre you still intent on trying to recover it?â Daemon was sure the egg had turned to stone without a worthy Targaryen to claim it. Rhaenyra had long ago made her peace with the loss. Daemon and Rhaenyra were certain that Syrax and Caraxes would produce a fresh clutch in time for their third child. They were determined not to waste one on Alicentâs half-breed.
âThere are gold cloaks searching each of the Seven Kingdoms. Alicent tells me that Ser Criston Cole and several of his fellows are quite determined to recover the egg for the prince. It was generous of Rhaenyra to agree to give it to Daeron should the egg be found.â
Daemon resisted the urge to smile. Rhaenyra had only done that out of certainty that the egg would never hatch for Daeron. It was enough to appease Viserys at least.
***
Rhaenyraâs labors began in the middle of the night during the eleventh moon of 117 AC
The midwives, Merosi and Kalinda, had the situation well in hand. The maesters were kept away. Viserys had to soothe the pride of Grand Maester Mellos. Laena had been called to sit at Rhaenyraâs bedside, as she had been present for the birth of the twins.
Daemon resented the fact that he could not be with Rhaenyra as she gave birth. If only he and Viserys had reconciled years ago, Daemon could have been holding her hand as she was laboring. It was yet another sin to lay at Otto Hightowerâs feet. Daemon was glad to be rid of the whoreson.
Daemon sat and drank wine with Viserys and Laenor as they waited for news. In one hand, he held his goblet, while the other hand fiddled with the pommel of Dark Sister.
âThe gods have blessed you again, Ser Laenor,â Viserys declared, raising his cup to his good-son.
Daemon drained his cup. He was accustomed to seeing Laenor credited as the father of his children, but it still rankled. Laenor was well aware of Daemonâs ire, though they never spoke of it directly. âThe gods have blessed Rhaenyra, Your Grace, for she is an excellent mother. I am a passable father, but I am grateful that the babe has a devoted grandsire and uncle to provide what I cannot.â
The words mollified Daemon, but only a little bit.
Rhaenyra was only in labor for a few hours. Just before dawn, Prince Lucerys Velaryon was born. He had silver-gold whisps of hair and Rhaenyraâs eyes, down to the exact shape and shade. Rhaenyra chose to take little Lucerys to her own breast for his first feeding, brusquely dismissing the wetnurse.
The night following his birth, Daemon and Rhaenyra celebrated together in private, with sensuous kisses and Arbor Gold.
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Copying and pasting my insane Twitter rambles about Mandricado's interlude and how it lines up damn near perfectly with Niyocardo lore
Niyo was ecstatic when she was able to summon Mandricardo again bc ofc she would be. He was someone who she formed such a close bond to in such a short amount of time. But so much meaningful interaction happened between them in that time.
She got to know him on a rather intimate level and vice versa. And he's (partially) the reason she's able to continue the Lostbelt with new vigor. Mandri was what Niyo needed at the time and while the two were friends yes, they began to blossom into more until he'd leave her
to protect her. The image of his back and shield shattering before her in a sense traumatizing her. Its not like last time. She knew he'd leave her and they in a sense did get a goodbye but not the way she had hoped. But now he's back with her.
Again, she knows Mandricardo. And he's once again gotten to know her. In a sense they're soulmates so it would be natural. But because Niyo knows Mandri, she doesn't want to originally tell him about his self in Atlantis. She knows he'll compare himself to... HIMSELF.
But of course he'd find out. And what she doesn't want to happen happens. She's aware that some of the affection she has for him is built of the pieces of someone who is now gone and she wants to be better and love the Mandricardo she has officially summoning for him.
And thankfully that not hard, bc in the end, Mandricardo is Mandricardo. Falling in love with him again is easy. He makes it easy. But how Mandri views it is that him accomplished multiple things only he could dream of. Again, he and Niyo are basically soulmates so falling for her again was no problem but he doesn't feel he's good enough. Not deserving to be even friends with her. The other him earned that right. But what of him? (In his eyes) He's not that guy. Not the person who she needed most.
The two are sorting through their feelings. Niyo trying to come to terms with while Mandri is Mandri to her, she doesn't want him to just be picking up the emotional baggage the one from Atlantis left behind.
HER Mandri doesn't have those precious memories and it hurts her. But she's ready and willing to make new ones. To prove that them meeting was not a coincidence and that it was ment to be. But she can still read him to know he's got a lot on his mind too.
Mandri holding jealousy for himself. He feels ridiculous for it but he feels it nonetheless. I know I go "oh yeah! Niyo and Mandri are married" all the time. And they are. Don't get me wrong. But it takes them a while to get there and its not just them picking up the pieces from where Atlantis leaves off. She's happy to have him back but she's so protective of him. She doesn't want to lose him again. Yes he could just be summoned back but it's about the memories. She feels it's one sided and that she's the only one who has these feelings and anxieties. Because just like how he can disappear and come back, he could be summoned and not fall in love with her again. It happened with Robin. Why couldn't it happen with him too. And she doesn't want to come off as too clingy and drive him off (even tho he's smittened)
This interlude for then takes place after Lb5 but before lb5.5. Niyo and Mandri are re-establishing their connection and bond but awkwardly tip toeing around the fact that they're in love with each other. Mandri feels... the feeling presented while Niyo feels bad that she might be causing him pain. Especially when she can see it in his actions and face. But they can't help but want to be around each other still. Mandri still wants to be her knight, and Niyo wants that too. But she's so scared and protective rn...
There's an event featuring Robin, Dantes and (my) Dumuzid where Mandri and Niyo are finally able to sort these feelings out. And they can finally start being happy with each other until 5.5 happens and Mandri gets worried shitless. Popping in and out of the control room while constantly pacing about. He's hear about Douman and how he tortures the mind. And he's terrified for Niyo bc he knows how she can be and what her mental state is. So when lb6 rolls around he's going and not taking no for an answer. He needs to be there with her.
But despite her worries for him she lets him come. Only for them to be separated and her worries persist. But they still feel each other's connection and I won't get too much into that right now. That for later.
This was SUPER long winded and I probably strayed off from whatever point I was trying to make lol but I'm just so happy this Interlude aligned with so much of the stuff I already wrote for them. Like I know this wasn't just for me, lots of people enjoyed this too. And anyone who loves Mandricardo a lot had probably come up with similar hcs too but just- It just feels nice feeling validated with my hcs and ship. This genuinely made my day by a lot and filled me with lots of feelings.
Alright I think I'll close this now, if you read this far that you for entertaining my insane rambles and enabling me! It genuinely means a lot! Stay tuned for Niyocardo wedding soon Yaaaaaay!! They really said Niyocardo canon lmaooo
#guys they're real and canon#nasu told me so#this year's summer event is their honeymoon#niyo mine#mandri đđ#mandricardo#fgo#fate grand order#mastersona#fate series#niyocardo#neo art
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have you completed the interlude quest yet đď¸
i have.. and i literally read it all in leaks and then played it all the second version 3.3 dropped.. and i just.. gjdjfjjs dottoscara i love you so much đŤś
but i hate the irminsul erasure part with a passion though... as a jojo stan, i've got a deadly allergy to memory erasure tropes, because that stone ocean ending killed 14yo me really fucking hard.. so i felt ill for the entire day afterward đđđ
(more thoughts and lots of spoilers after the divide gndnnd)
but anyway... lemme just.. more precisely lay out my thoughts :
- i kinda hate how niwa wasn't really mentioned anywhere before 3.3, except twice (once indirectly, in i don't remember what, and once in a flashback during the irodori festival, which was a limited time event), but then.. oh, apparently he was an important guy and is actually kazuha's ancestor that we saw in the cutscene.. like aight...??? still shipping nameless eccentric scara with npc ass katsuragi, though. he's the one who rescued him from his lovely prison, and who did a sword dance with him.. and i wanna draw him climbing that guy like a tree gkdkfkdk
- mihoyo are just cowards again and should fuck off with that 'ball joints that disappear with time' bullshit
- i love how much of a poor little meow meow scara truly is, and i could write a whole ass essay on how much i love the toxic waste of a relationship he had with dottore. unhealthy ships like that are just... my raison d'ĂŞtre đđ
and for poor little meow meow scara, well... la signora said, 'you're only sixth because you're better than humans at enduring dottore's abuse and torture...' â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
and ough. 'if he proves to be useful, let's make him one of our comrades, and if he isn't, let's turn him to dust' or something... he wasn't a harbinger, he was an asset.. đŤś
- scara and childe are both abyss connaisseurs, which is really funny, because scara, literally a puppet made by the electro archon, came back broken af everytime, while childe, a normal human kid, came out of there with only a newly acquired thirst for blood and some heretical teachings from the abyss under his wing, thanks to skirk. and also no more light in his eyes, but that's just a small detail.
- and speaking of no light in his eyes, scara without the trauma was so airheaded and baby.. and i understand dottore there, somewhat, because i also wanted to ruin him
- but again, the memory erasure kinda ruined a big part of the story for me. like,, guy just has the option to never face the consequences of his actions, ever, now. and also, even if he wants to take revenge on dottore for all the shit he made him go through, he's probably just gonna be faced with a 'who are you again??' so. meh. dislike that part a lot. especially so soon after the same happened to rukkhadevata. so, unless mihoyo make the harbingers remember him somehow, in a later quest, i'm gonna keep being salty
- last but not least, because i'm shit at sorting out my thoughts and i've got a lot more i'm leaving out to make this answer Not a whole ass novel : i love how people are finally realising that miko was literally never the 'evil mother in law' that some people in the fandom thought she was. i despised seeing her mischaracterised so much, and as both a miko and scara stan, i just.. guys why
but now it's good and i hope people learn to read and to not just hate women for no reason gnejfj â¤ď¸
and ok now i've run my mouth way too much, so p.s.
trans and bpd-haver scara real đŤś
#ask#i needed a reason to run my mouth like an insane person gjsjfjjdjd#so thank you gjdjfjsj#3.3 spoilers
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ive been trying to look into dsmp lore more and since i lost interest in december 2021 ive been trying to read the wiki. but the issue is that the wiki only goes until december 2021 (tommys does at least) so i already know everything said. what happened in the last year of the dsmp lore wise? sorry this might seem like a big ask.
lore what lore nothing happened on the dsmp after December 2021 smiles đđđ/j
I canât tell if this ask is serious because I am incredibly under-qualified to answer this question for several reasons but I am so very autistic so I will take it seriously and do my best áŚ(ò_ĂłË)á¤â彥
So Tommyâs wiki goes up to around the Prison break which sets off a few events that happen in the next year. I will start there.
When Techno investigates Ranboo death and his final message being an Underscore Beloved family photo, it leads him to Snowchester where he Tubbo and Eret go on a side quest to avenge Ranboo and save Michael:
Revengers settle on punishing Sam by leaving him prisoner alone in his own prison. Sam in prison arc is one of my personal favorite as a c!Sam girl. While heâs stuck in there alone he soon finds out c!Dream has actually made the prison his base ever since the server abandoned it after the Breakout. So we get about 3 streams of role reversal between Dream and Sam in the Prison where Sam in imprisoned in the one man cell and Dream visits him and they have weird fucked up little conversations together/pos. Details of this arc under the sub-header âImprisonmentâ on Samâs wiki.
After this, or rather meanwhile, Hitting On 16 is released, which serves as an answer to the question âWhy did Ranboo just permanently die? I thought he was only on his second canon life?â and serves as a retroactive dubiously canon gay interlude
C!Wilbur then goes on a spree of self-reflection and decides to find everyone he has done wrong to and atone by apologizing and creating a new good memory for them with them (I have so many thoughts on these streams but we are killing nuance for brevityâs sake). His time spent apologizing to Eret, Tubbo, Niki, Fundy, etc also acts as a narrative tease for the fact that cwilbur doesnât seem to have even thought about the apology he owes cTommy, who he drags along as talks about these plans. Eventually, he does get around to just spending some time with Tommy which results in Tommy revealing all that happened to him while CWilbur was gone (read: exile). The stream ends with them hashing out Inconsolable Differences and bullying Dream.
The cwilbur redemption tour culminates in what is absolutely a metaphor for his suicide, in which he âreturns to his home town in Utahâ and leaves the server for good.
In the same year we got the lore stream wrapping up Las Nevadas Which this thread summarizes.
After cWilburâs and Las Nevadasâ finale, we get a long period of low activity regarding main plot line on the server, until eventually cTommy makes his debut once more in a conversation with Tubbo that begins the unfolding of the entire rest of the DiscDuo/DSMP main plot line which is explained pretty well by this commenter on the wiki. <-includes clingyduo team up against Dream, Dreamâs revival, the Nuke, and the server Reset
TLDR: I am actually someone who was not a huge cTommy fan while the series was coming out (throw what stones you will everyone /lh) so I feel like I would miss several âmainâ plot storylines and instead would dip my toes into the streams of my favorite plotlines or characters. In my whole time as a fan I only saw about 5 lore streams live (tho I was a vod watcher other times) so my knowledge is patchy and selective to my own fan experiences and preferences. Either way I hope the links can at least get you to places with better summaries or if you were looking for info on arcs on other characters/things I neglected to mention feel free to send another ask and we can keep this miserable train going /lhj. I lost steam and direction while writing this post but Iâd love to talk about lore and characters and opinions in general even in the year of 2024 Iâm just out of practice so no worries and please feel free to send/ask more or even shoot me a dm đť peace and love on planet earth
#bout to find out anon is a wiki contributor undercover who got tired of summarizing and is looking to outsource the labor via tumblr asks /j#asks#aiden.txt#tumblrite gives worlds worst summary of dsmp lore. asked to leave the fandom.
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Captivity and Escape in Critical Role
So this post has been sitting in my drafts for about half a year. Itâs about a persistent theme I noticed throughout campaign 2, which Iâm sure others have noticed and written about before, but parallels and recurring themes have always been my Thing, and I couldnât let it go. And with last weekâs episode, and the campaign finale airing tonight, and the dominance of this theme being more glaringly obvious than ever, I thought Iâd just give myself a treat and finish up a giant meta post. For old timesâ sake.
So, just for the heck of it, hereâs an exhaustive exploration of a single through-line of campaign 2 since the very beginning: captivity, and escaping or being freed from it.
Letâs start by taking a quick look at everyoneâs backstories, the things that happened to them before the campaign even started, and how they were ultimately resolved.Â
FJORD:Â Entered unknowingly and unwillingly into a pact with Ukâotoa, which bound him to perform services he never agreed to in exchange for powers he never asked for. Fjord did not know how he got into this pact or how to get out of it. He makes his escape when he pitches his sword into a lava river and pledges himself to the Wildmother.
JESTER: Spent the majority of her life âlocked in her roomâ (or at least hidden from sight) until the consequences of one of her pranks forcibly liberated her into the wider world. While Jester loves her mother dearly and thinks of her long âcaptivityâ as being for her own protection, its negative effects on her--loneliness, insecurity, a lack of worldly experience and social awareness--were still apparent, and she spends much of the campaign working through them.
BEAU: Her parents had her kidnapped by monks. It could be argued that even before the kidnapping, she was a prisoner to her fatherâs âover-protectiveâ tendencies and her parentsâ expectations when it came to her career, behavior, gender role, etc. But most significantly, she was very much kidnapped by monks, and made her escape from the Cobalt Soul shortly before we met her.
CALEB: Where to start? First he suffered coercion and abuse at the hands of Trent (a form of captivity); then he was made to torture and execute prisoners; then he spent eleven years literally imprisoned in an asylum, and had to kill and steal in order to escape; and four and a half years later, he met Nott when they were both thrown in jail (and had to engineer their own escape once again). Calebâs ordeals ultimately made him a prisoner of his own guilt and fear, and escaping that prison has been the heart of his storyline.
VETH/NOTT: Besides the aforementioned stint in jail, the catalyst for her entire adventuring career was being captured by goblins along with her family--and then, after engineering the escape of her husband and son, being imprisoned in the wrong body (and subsequently enslaved!). The desire to escape from this second imprisonment was her driving motivation through much of the campaign. With Calebâs help (and Essekâs, and Jesterâs), she ultimately succeeds.
MOLLY: His first memory was of clawing his way out of a grave, which is just about as extreme a form of captivity and escape as you can get. More subtly, he was also a prisoner to the expectations placed on his body--to the life that body once lived, which he could not remember and refused to claim. Arguably (and tragically), his escape from this particular prison is his own death...until Cree resurrects Lucien, Mollymauk fragment and all. Then he presumably becomes a prisoner much like Yasha was, subsumed body and soul by a mind and a will that are not his own. Until last week.
... (incoherent sobbing)
Until last week.
YASHA: She was a prisoner to her clanâs laws and expectations. Her brief attempt to escape this prison through a forbidden marriage ended tragically, and then she was forced to make a second, literal escape (fleeing into the desert)--only to be (presumably) possessed by Obann, imprisoned inside her own mind, and forced to do his bidding until the Storm Lord liberated her once again.
CADUCEUS: When the gang first meet him, heâs literally a prisoner of his own fear (and/or inertia)--though his whole family has left the Blooming Grove, heâs been too afraid or hesitant to brave the corruption of the Savalirwood without companionship, and spent years isolated in the family temple as a result. The Mighty Nein (or rather, Caleb, Nott, Beau, Keg, and Nila) initiate his escape.
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And thatâs just the backstories! Now letâs take a look at each of the places the Mighty Nein have visited since they came together, and the story arcs therein.
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TROSTENWALD - CARNIVAL ARC:Â This arcâs entire goal is to free the (future) Mighty Nein and the other carnies from jail or house arrest. (Much later, the M9 come back to pay Gustavâs debt and liberate him as well.) And remember that Beau is especially sympathetic to Toyaâs predicament because she, too, was once a young girl held somewhere against her will.
ALFIELD - GNOLL ARC: This arcâs entire goal is to free the citizens of Alfield who have been kidnapped by gnolls to feed to their manticore leader (and to kill off the gnolls and manticore to keep it from happening again).
ZADASH: The Mighty Neinâs first undertaking in Zadash is to kill off the giant spiders in the sewer. In the process, they free a halfling imprisoned in a spiderweb, which leads them to the Gentleman and all his future quests.
Aside from that, their biggest job in Zadash this time around is the High Richter heist--which, yes, is a mercenary/political job that goes terribly wrong, but why does it go terribly wrong? Because Ulog, the M9â˛s NPC ally at the time, is so furious over his wife being wrongfully imprisoned by the High Richter that he impulsively blows up both her and himself. And arguably the most poignant moment in the heistâs aftermath is Caleb speaking to the next High Richter, Dolan, and ensuring that Ulogâs wife will be freed.
Also, letâs not forget the drow the M9 meet in the sewer. The one they capture, interrogate, and ultimately...let go. Yes, heâs killed shortly afterward and his beacon falls into their hands, but I think itâs very important to remember that the decision they make, when holding a captive terrorist from an âenemyâ nation, is to return his stolen artifact to him and let him walk away free.
LABENDA SWAMP/BERLEBEN: The most memorable events during this interlude are: (1.) The M9 literally freeing Kiri from the swamp, where she is stuck in the mud and at the mercy of crocodiles, and (2.) Bowlgate, a.k.a. Caleb and Beauâs tense confrontation over what to do with Calianna, which is once again fueled on Beauâs side by her sympathy for a young woman held against her will. (Caleb proposes that Cali spend the night with the M9, which she did not intend, so they can use spells to determine her truthfulness the next day.)
HUPPERDOOK:Â This oneâs obvious: The M9 fight a deadly automaton to free two gnomes from prison and reunite them with their children (largely to prevent said children from being taken to an orphanage against their will).
GLORY RUN ROAD/SHADYCREEK RUN - IRON SHEPHERDS ARC:Â ...Even more obvious. The sole goal of the remaining M9 members (and Nila) throughout this arc is to free their friends from slavery. They end up slaughtering all the slavers and freeing several other captives as well.
LUSIDIAN OCEAN - PIRATE ARC:Â Hereâs where things get really interesting. Because this whole arc is also about captivity and freedom, isnât it?
Itâs about whether or not to free a little old captive named Ukâotoa!
I havenât given nearly enough thought to how this arc fits in with all the others thematically, considering its central lesson is that freeing this particular captive would be a very bad thing. I do think itâs significant that:
(1.) The beginning of this arc, which leaves the whole party feeling so bad and icky, involves them quite inadvertently taking a captive of their own--and one whom they donât treat very well. (And still donât, for that matter...poor Marius.)
(2.) Soon after that incident, the M9 are themselves effectively taken captive by Avantika and her crew. This situation doesnât last nearly as long as many audience members (and quite possibly Matt, and quite possibly the players themselves!) thought it would, because they panic on Darktow, go all Wall of Fire, and free themselves in a huge, climactic, desperate battle. The Mighty Nein do not take well to captivity.
Anyhow, they follow all this up with...
FELDERWIN/XHORHAS - YEZA ARC:Â ...another very straightforward quest to free a captive. Not only is this arc all about rescuing Yeza from a Xhorhasian dungeon, but after Caleb returns the beacon, after the Bright Queen of Xhorhas offers the Mighty Nein anything they want...all they ask her for is to let them go.
BAZZOXAN & BEYOND - OBANN ARC: ...By now, you know where Iâm going with this, right? The entire arc is about freeing Yasha from Obann, who has her imprisoned inside her own body, inside her own mind. Thereâs a reason That Moment in the cathedral hit so hard, right? âAnd as you close your eyes, you see yourself breaking the shackles. You see the influence no longer holding any sway over your soul. There's nothing but the storm, vengeance, and hope.â
(Bonus: In the middle of the above arc, we get the HAPPY FUN BALL - RESCUING YUSSA ARC, which, once again, is devoted to freeing a captive.)
KAMORDAH/CYRIOS MOUNTAINS - ISHARNAI ARC:Â Aimed entirely at freeing Nott from the body in which she was imprisoned. Beau also has a bit of a freedom arc here: confronting the parents who imprisoned her figuratively and literally, turning her back on them (possibly for good), and then confronting a major source of the expectations and superstitions they shackled her with: Isharnai, who is neutralized by Jesterâs cupcake.
THE MENAGERIE - CLAY ARC:Â Aimed entirely at freeing Caduceusâs family, who are imprisoned in perhaps the most literal way possible, being turned to stone. (The M9 also manage to liberate the Stone family while theyâre at it.)
RUMBLECUSP - TRAVELER CON: Two great liberations take place here. First, all the residents of the Village of Vo are freed from Vokodoâs influence, their memories restored, their blind devotion dispelled, able once again to choose the course of their own lives. Second, the followers of the Traveler are freed from the deception heâs imposed on them, the cult heâs roped them into. Thanks to the Moonweaverâs interference, they, too, are free to make informed decisions. And I think we can also safely say that Artagan is freed from them, from the false âgodâ role he managed to box himself into, and heâs happier for it.
EISELCROSS - SOMNOVEM ARC:Â ...And this is it, folks. This is why I decided to finish this post today. Because I was openly not feeling the Eiselcross arc as an endgame. The hard slog through the elements just wasnât doing it for me, or the frequent combat, or the increasingly complex lore, or the traditionally heroic quest to save the world from being swallowed by a monstrous city.
...Until last week. Until Lucienâs defeat. And Mollyâs oh-so-improbable resurrection.
When I heard all the voices of the Somnovem whispering âThank youâ as their individual souls were freed from the Lovecraftian hivemind...when I heard Jester sobbing that at least Mollyâs soul wasnât âtrappedâ inside a monstrous Lucien anymore...when Cadâs Divine Intervention succeeded, and Mollymauk Tealeaf opened his eyes--his two plain old natural eyes--unburdened by Lucien and his Somnovem eyes and all of his dark baggage for the first time--I was finally able to embrace this as the ending.
Because itâs not about saving the world. Thatâs just a bonus. Itâs about saving a friend. Freeing a friend. Freeing captives, wherever they find them. Whether from Crownâs Guard, gnolls, and giant spiders, or from royal dungeons; whether from ruthless enemies or from their own families; whether from eldritch abominations or from the forces that chain their own minds.
In the end, the Mighty Nein--and the people whose lives they touch--belong to no one and nothing that they do not choose to belong to. They belong to themselves, to the people they most sincerely love, to the gods and causes they have chosen freely. And that has always, always been my favorite kind of story.
And I canât wait for tonight.
#critical role#c2e140#the mighty nein#i don't even know how to begin to tag this#fjord#jester lavorre#beauregard#caleb widogast#veth brenatto#mollymauk tealeaf#yasha nydoorin#caduceus clay#lucien#jester#beau#caleb#veth#mollymauk#molly#yasha#caduceus
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good morning. so every member in team bleck has a member that sort of âparallelsâ the five member ensemble of the heroes and tippi. bleck parallels mario as the leader, mimi and peach are the girly girls, oâchunks and bowser are the muscle, and that leaves the last two-
(long post incoming)
the fact that 8-3 and 8-4 have luigi and dimentio paired off with eachother pretty much implies that heâs intended to be luigis parallel, and that nastasia and tippi are also parallels. not to be overly thorough again but iâm gonna spell out a lot of the ways both these parallels work
luigi and dimentio:
- have matching colour schemes (luigis inverted green and blue becomes purple and yellow, and vice versa)
- have the obvious parallels thanks to moments like in 6-1, 8-3 and 8-4 where dimentio and luigi/mr l have extended dialogues alone
- on the topic of mr l and dimentio, both of their major design traits are their masks and how one canât be recognized with it on, and oneâs true intentions canât be recognized thanks to their mask always smiling
- carson mentions that dimentio was turned away once by the count before seeing that he had potential, much like luigi wasnât allowed to come on adventures in pm64 until mario saw him handle himself in ttyd (this ones a bit of a stretch admittedly)
and just overall the fact that luigi and dimentio are the only remaining pair means theyâre obvious parallels
tippi and nastasia:
- have mirroring but similar form transformations (tippi from human to flying creature, nastasia was implied to change from a flying creature to a humanoid)
- both are from blecks past, but only one of them was his love
- both of them sacrifice themselves in the name of love for the count (nastasias may have been platonic or familial), but only nastasia lives to see the end of the ordeal
- both are the one ânon playableâ character in the group- you cant REALLY play as tippi and nastasia doesnât get a boss fight
- pretty much the âbrainsâ of the group, the one that speaks on behalf of bleck/mario a lot of the time
HOWEVER. what if i told you i could also make the argument that THIS is also an equally valid interpretation.
now obviously the game pretty much confirms that luigi and dimentio are parallels through their fights but i could also argue that luigi/nastasia and tippi/dimentio have some parallels of their own, and why i wanna highlight this iâll talk about later
tippi and dimentio:
- unlike the other parallels, tippi and dimentio are actively made so that dimentio canât be tattled. he is literally the only miniboss or major npc like this (aside from maybe nastasia as she has no true overworld encounter)
- at the beginning of the game, both of them are the characters with the most mysterious pasts, as in little to no information is given (tippis gets given later, again iâll come back to this)- dimentio is the only bar story that doesnât help out much in terms of his past or lack thereof
- both of them have teleported a character to the safety of flipside in the events of the story (tippi in ch 4 and dimentio in the ch 2 interlude, though teleporting is part of his niche in general)
- have elements that may or may not hide a âtrueâ face (is dimentioâs mask his face or is he just like that?)
- tippi and dimentioâs âmomentsâ together are a bit fewer and far between compared to the others, like her strange out of place âi know you. youâre that...â and the fact that sheâs the only one who survives dimentioâs ch 7 nuke (when he tells her directly heâs her enemy) and the fact that despite luigi being onscreen and PLENTY mouthy in his actual fight with dimentio, TIPPI is the one who talks back to you in dimentioâs optional game over
- this ones a bit of a stretch as itâs heavily based on theories that i donât even believe myself but if you believe dimentio is the magicians son then both tippi and dimentio have a pseudo connection to pixls
luigi and nastasia:
- both are seen as the âright handâ or ânumber twoâ for their respective ânumber onesâ (mario and bleck) and generally play off of more subdued versions of their designs (nastasias glasses vs blecks monocle, her white clothes vs his beige cape and hat, her light blue vs his dark blue, luigis proportions being a bit more average compared to mario and a more subdued green colour scheme)
- both have a deep affection for bleck/mario and this is largely in part due to their pasts with them, where seeing their ability and kindness made them believe bleck/mario was truly brilliant (nastasias lines and backstory imply that she was around to see bleck as blumiere which would imply she knew him just as long or longer as tippi did), they also have spent more time by bleck/marios side than the others, comparatively
- both almost never have things on their own, their escapades are mostly âside storiesâ (but they still DO happen: iâll give tippi and nastasia the fact that they do hover around mario/bleck more than luigi hovers around mario BUT nastasia isnât always around bleck, does her own thing, and is even in a meeting when bleck isnt vs tippi only ever leaving marios side when sheâs forcibly removed)
- much like luigi and dimentio have their moments, nastasia and luigi also share moments (mostly in the first part of the game, keep it in mind): the most pivotal part of the direction luigi goes in this game is when he gets caught by nastasia, and nastasia is the one who tells him not to mess with the wedding
- in addition, many times throughout the game nastasia details to count bleck each minions defeat, often just telling him the messages they relay or punishing them herself, but specifically when it comes to mr. lâs disappearance, she says sheâs the one at fault
- you could also make another design argument that mr lâs mask could also be a parallel to nastasias glasses as a large part of her character also comes from her glasses as they do the fact that mr l canât be recognized- theyre her weapon (the red rims are also a bit of a gut punch when it comes to that)
- both of them wind up âtaking count blecks placeâ (as the final boss, and as the one to get hit by dimentioâs fatal blow) (interestingly this also puts them both out of commission for the final boss)
- this ones a big stretch but nastasia is seen openly sobbing at the end and luigi is the one of the four heroes whoâs the most prone to tears (according to tv tropes at least)
so with all that being said, Why. why did i make this post. iâm sure i could draw comparisons to fuckin uhhh luigi and idk BONECHILL if i had the time on my hands. well the reason why is because i wanted to think about... what if we all looked at spm like this.
in the beginning, nastasia and luigi are in fact eachothers parallels, nastasias logic vs luigis emotion nastasia being the villain to defeat luigis hero yadda yadda yadda. but as the story goes on more and more of the luigi/dimentio parallel begins to happen. and this is because starting with chapter 5, dimentio begins to show his hand- to the heroes, but also to the audience. more of his plan is succeeding, and as count bleck grows more reluctant, this story becomes less and less about how to defeat him and more about how to stop the chaos heart from doing its thing.
we all know how that story goes though, how dimentio usurps the count and takes luigi with his little pizza hands. but iâm thinking that luigis parallels, luigis villains are really supposed to represent the arc 1 villain and the arc 2 villain- both nastasia and dimentio are the ones who are trying to make the man in green choose the dark prognosticus as the true prophecy, itâs just that as the story goes on, dimentio is the one who seizes control of the story. even to the effect that heâll shift the very structure of the team around so that HE will do battle with luigi. so that HE is the one who is the obvious representative of the ideal host for the chaos heart.
cos who ELSE would it be, right??? :o)
*and here comes the obligatory disclaimer that obviously iâm not trying to say that THIS is concrete 100% what the writers meant. i just think this is an interesting interpretation iâd like to explore
#super paper mario#spm#dimentio#i need a tag for these big long posts or something. istg#moth flies#mario#paper mario#have at queue!
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Beyond My Reach â
[Baekhyun AU]
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<< Interlude
Exam weeks is finally over on Friday. You are planning to clear your minds by hanging out somewhere with your friends but two days ago your mother texted you that you should comeback early to your parents house because your brother's wife expecting their first child soon and your mother wants all of the family members to be there. You sighed because you wouldn't dare to say no to her. But at least you still have the night time left before finally leaving the dorm for around two months starting from tomorrow.
You brushed your hair away from your face when a car passed in front of you caused by a gushed of wind that ruffling your hair a little. You were now heading against some restaurants with a bag full of soft drinks gripped between your fingers. Drinking or more like get drunk was never really you. Your alcohol tolerance was really that low so you wouldn't take any risk of it and buy a soft drinks instead. It was around seven p.m when you felt your phone buzzed in your pocket. You lazily unlocked your phone because you already know who is it.Â
Where's my food? I'm so hungry i think i'm gonna die from a hunger if you didn't come in any second.. T^T ..hungry.. My poor belly...
Baekhyun. Your boy, your everythâ friends. He texted you exactly three hours ago that he wanted to see you. He said he missed you because exam weeks drives you insane and you didn't have time to meet him. Maybe things works easier for the guy because he is a genius. Yeah. A genius. Even with those round glasses hanging perfectly against his nose, he's not that guy whose into reading, studying, making some journals, no. He was just born clever. He is also the guy who hanging around a lot. He got a lot of friends and women attracted to him. Of course. He was handsome.Â
And you remember, the first time he went drinking, and it was also the first time you found out that his alcohol tolerance is low. He got wasted. One of his friends called you that night. He said Baekhyun might need someone to watch him for the rest of the night because he literally passed out outside his door. You came right away and found the guy sprawled out against the couch. His round glasses was off his face, eyes half closed, mouth half parted. He just adorable.Â
"You know what? I just realized you look so pretty from this angle"Â
What?
"No, Baekâ You're drunk. C'mon lets get you to bed" You positioned yourself in front of him and trying to take off his jacket without looking at his face. You didn't pay attention to his words that much because he did called you pretty multiple times and you felt nothing about it. That's it until he suddenly pulled your wrist harshly so you were falling on top of him.Â
Eyes went wide, you could almost feel his warm breath against your face because he was too close. He looked at you with those drunken gaze, eyes droopy probably from the alcohol. "Wish we weren't friends so I could kiss you everytime I like" He chuckled softly before he loosened his grip around your wrist. You quickly pulled your hand away and straightened your position. And then you feel it. Something that you have never felt before. Was it a cringe feeling? Warmth? Love? Scared? You were unsure and you never think about that again until now.
You were pulled back harshly into the reality because the cashier's voice startled you in your seat. She says she has called your name multiple times and thought you were gone already. You let out an awkward laugh and apologized before finally took a leave. It was ridiculous that you were thinking about an event you promised you'd never think again. You realized that you can't fall in love with him because it would be so awkward.
After ten minutes walk from the restaurant, you finally stood outside his dorm with two bags gripped between your fingers. There was something inside your heart that stopped you from rushed in and sharing some bear hug. But you didn't know what is that neither. It does bother you because you feel like you just missed this boy, you really do. You just wanna laugh around with him again, listening to his unnecessary joke just like what you always did on high school. But it seems like a barrier between you and him started to grow in the past year. Things does change and you're trying so hard to accept it.Â
You inhaled some air to fill in before typed the pass code lock and stepped inside. He never changed his pass code lock from the day he moved in. He also decided to tell you what is the pass code because you're his closest friends. Once you're inside, it was rather quiet and his handsomeness was nowhere to be found. You're assuming that he was probably in his room playing his favorite games so you headed towards the kitchen right away.
You were about to take out the food from the bag when your phone suddenly rang loudly inside your pocket. Wasting no time, you put your phone against your ear without seeing who is calling while your other hand continue to prepare for the food.Â
"Hello this is me speaking.."Â
"Hey sweetheart!" A melodious voice greeted you from another side. You could tell the voice was belong to your mother because she always have that little excitement somewhere in the way she talked. "What's wrong mom?"
"Could you come home before noon tomorrow? I'm sorry I feel likeâ I miss you so much. To be honest I'm kinda worried about you... I don't know why though. What are you up to?" Hearing those words from your mother, you pulled your hand away from the food.
"Got it. I'mâI'm about to eat mom. I'm okay. Don't worry aboutâ" You immediately stopped talking when you feel a presence and something pressed against your butt. Baekhyun.
He put his mug against your butt guiding you to moved away. Just another Baekhyun thing. "Move I wanna get drink"
You quickly moved away and turned around to see the boy bringing his mug into his lips. He was wearing his usual black shirt paired with a sweatpants. Meanwhile his hair is still a little wet from the shower. "Sweetheart? You alright?"Â
Right. Even your brain couldn't deny the fact that you missed this boy because it made you forget that you're currently in a call with your mother. "Ah sorryâ I'm about to eat. Call you later?"
You were that close to pressed the red button and ended the call until Baekhyun lowered his head against your phone. "Yeah she was about to eat me hurry baby I'm getting impatient"
But thankfully you were quick to react. You pressed the red button and finally ended the call. You shove him hard right against the shoulder caused him to stumbled a bit with a sweet laugh coming from his lips. "C'mon lets eat" He then left the kitchen with the food in his hands without saying another words.
You shook your head and simply following him into the small living room. Baekhyun rarely eat on the kitchen bar because he said he couldn't leaned back when he sit on the high chair. "How's your exam? Good?" He questioned with a mouth full of noodles.
You began to eat softly without looking at him. He also turned the tv on before he starts eating. A random news channel was played in the background and you wasn't really pay attention to it because the cute and handsome guy beside you who was now eating, enjoying his food was the reason. You just can't think straight. Maybe avoiding him for the next month seems like a good plan. "Good" You answered softly.
"You know" He leaned forward while his fingers snatched the soft drink on the table in front of you. He was too close for a second. You could smell his fresh woody scent and it only takes you back into your high school time where he sing his heart out for you on the backyard and pulled you into an embrace for the first time because you were crying.Â
"There was a girl.. A new one probably.. She confessed to me. Like she really walking up to me with a chocolate bar and some cute letter in her hand" He took a gulp from his can.Â
He was known as a talented, cute, handsome and that hot guy in round glasses after he participated in a music festival last year. It also wasn't the first time he had someone confessed to him. You knew that already. "Was she cute?" You found yourself questioned him again.Â
"Kinda.. But you know what" He put his can down on the table and looking into your direction searching for you in the eyes. "She ran away after that.. Andâ" You finally drew your attention to him and noticed he was holding back his laugh. His expression was too obvious for you. "Andâ oh God I'm kinda feel bad for this"
You also put down your spoon and raising one of your eyebrow. You were ready to hear his another unnecessary joke because he never fails you to makes you laugh. "She slipped"Â
This time, it wasn't a laugh that escaped your lungs. Your eyes widened immediately as the words finally rolled out his tongue. He wasn't joking this time. "No.. For real? Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"Â
"Godâ she slipped two times. IâI was trying to help herâ" And then thats it. A deep hearty laughter that you haven't heard for a long time and you've missed echoing against your ears. He was never really changed.
"I was trying to help her for real but she shoved me away andâ she slipped again" He trying to explain everything with his hands between his laughter. The next second he got up from his seat and trying to demonstrate how the girl slipped.Â
"She was likeâ slipped or tripped over her own feet before falling down against the floor. Her expression was likeâ" He then widened his eyes and leaving his mouth wide open before finally bursting out into another laugh. Your giggles also turned into a loud laugh because of his silly expression.
Baekhyun went back to his seat beside you still half laughing. Your fingers immediately went to his arm, clutching into him tightly while your forehead rested against his shoulder for a support because you were the person who had to clinging into something when you laugh and he knew it since high school time. The laughter last long for about two minutes because your boy keep making a sound that escaped his lips when he was trying to stop his laughter.
And when Baekhyun's arm draped around your waist, your laugh suddenly died down and you shifted away from him slowly hoping he wouldn't notice. No. You didn't like the way he touched you because his touch is burning and lingering a little longer against your skin. No.Â
Both of you continued to eat in silence. Only the voice of the news anchor against the tv break the silence in a steady tone. Baekhyun hold his spoon between his fingers on the right hand meanwhile his thumb on the other hand busy scrolling through his phone. You were done with your food and took a glance against him. His eyes was focused on the screen with his mouth still chewing.
This isn't the first time you've spent your dinner time with Baekhyun. It would always end up with him rested his head on your lap with your fingers playing with his hair or simply brushed it away from his eyes and listening to him babbling for an hour before drifted off into a slumber. A sight of him sleeping never fails to warm your heart.
You grab the remote tv and tore your gaze away from him into the screen. Switching the channel up and down hoping you would find some movies worth to watch. But instead of finding a movie to watch, you found him stood up abruptly with his eyes still locked to his phone.
"What happened? You alright?"
"Malia.. She accidentally eating something with a peanut in it. IâI should go check on her she's in a hospital right now"
Malia. Malia. Malia. That was the name you heard for the first time exactly one year ago right after the music festival was held. She was pretty. Prettier than you, you admitted that. She was also a clever one. Then you found out that you and her are in the same major. And you didn't really remember how this Malia girl become a lot closer to your friend. They started to hanging out multiple times after that. You? Of course you didn't mind at all.
Also you noticed that Malia trying so hard to be your friend and started to ask anything about him. What he likes, how is his type, what did he do in his spare time. You? You answered all of her questions because you didn't see that coming.Â
"Oh.. Okay then" He was rushing into his room to grab some hoodie and a car key when you stood up as well. This is the first time you saw him so worried again over someone after a long time. He took multiple steps quickly towards the door without even looking at you and saying another words.Â
You didn't. You didn't see that coming until you saw it with your on eyes on Tuesday afternoon. You were beyond excited because you finally found the book that he recommended to you last month. You couldn't hold your smile that keep creeping into your lips as your feet dragged you towards his dorm. You typed the pass code lock as fast as you can and rushed inside.
You were expecting that he would probably sleeping or gaming in his room but you were wrong. Him, Baekhyun, was kissing a girl on the lips lovingly against the couch. Malia. She was sitting right on his lap with her fingers disappeared somewhere against his hair. Baekhyun, he even had both of his eyes closed enjoying the sparks between two of them. And it was also the time you feel a weird feeling that you couldn't describe. A heartbreak? What for?Â
Deep inside, you know this is so wrong. You were just his friend and you didn't have the rights to controlling him thats why avoiding him for a while sounds like the best solution. He was in his happiest state with her, Malia. What kind of friend you are if you dare to take his smile and happiness away?
You weren't expecting that when Baekhyun rushed back in towards the living room where you still haven't moved a bit from your position. His eyes filled with concern when it drifted against yours. "IâI'll be back in an hourâ"
"I'll just leave as well, Baekhyun. I'm going home tomorrow. I'll clean this up and leave right after" You turned your head against him. Answering quietly because you were unsure why it suddenly become so hard to speak.Â
He simply nodded and you watched his back disappearing from your sight so quickly. Now you could feel your eyes burning hot. Your fingers when to your chest because it feels like it so hard to breathe. You closed your eyes trying to control your breathing because oh fuck you loved this boy but it was too late. Its all too late for now. You have lied to your feelings for a long time. And that was also the time you realized, he is already beyondâ your reach.
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Okay, back in May @isolatedphenomenon asked me if I had an les mis fic recs and I went "oh boy do I !" and then promptly fucked off and disappeared from tumblr for like 6 months...
Anyway on the off chance people are interested, here is my vastly too long list of my favourite les mis fanfic (that I'm almost 100% sure I'll have accidentally missed some of my favourites off of...)
The vast majority of these are main pairing Enjolras/Grantaire, so I've put those first, divided into multi-chaptered and then one-shots. Below that will be other pairings!
Multi-chaptered
⢠Witch Boy Series : magic AU, starting with Grantaire solving Enjolras' curse - this is just Incredible world building which gets better as it goes on - my favourite is the Babet interlude
⢠World Ain't Ready : you know how fandoms tend to have a fic that is just associated with it ? in my experience, for les mis this is it - and well deserved ! High school, fake dating AU with some of the most engaging writing
⢠BE : Enjolras is dragged back into theatre production, helping Eponine put on a production of Hamlet - really love the characterisation in this, and this is really one of those modern AUs that actually feels like real life - really good writing
⢠After the End : the definitive apocalypse AU in my eyes - les amis are an underground resistance to the dystopian government - really wonderful characterisation of Grantaire and the amis
⢠You never have to wonder; you never have to ask. : I tend to find fic by scrolling through bookmarks of a pairing, which means I often see repeats; this is a fic that if I see I just re-read cause I know I'll enjoy it - the amis sparked a failed rebellion, and now 18 months later Grantaire ends up staying at Enjolras' after returning to Paris for Marius and Cosette's wedding
⢠Your Heart on Your Skin : Soulmate AU with flower tattoos marking important emotions and events - wonderful concept and world buildingÂ
⢠Impatient to Be Free : Daughters of Bilitis AU - if that doesn't make you excited I don't know what else to say to convince you (aside from saying the author is a simply wonderful writer)
⢠You Dance Dreams : Okay. Not to be over dramatic, but this fic did genuinely qualitatively change my life, in that it was the first thing that got me looking up contemporary ballet and now that's like one of my favourite things and big hobby So. Also its really great writing; music/creative arts school les amis with Grantaire choreohraphing the ballet for Combeferre's opera, with a heavy emphasis on Grantaire realising he really never actually got over Enjolras
⢠philia : this one is an absolute classic to me, but not given nearly enough recognition - one of the more realistic college AUs ever written, and the writing of Grantaire is so good because it hits the perfect balance of sympathy and annoyance about his behaviour (that's a genuine compliment)Â
⢠Coffee Hooligans : fucking tragedy this never got properly finished, Enjolras leads the amis as social justice vigilantes and tries to hide the criminal bits of his life from R
⢠Fighting the Hurricane : Pacific Rim AU that's less an AU and more just placing the les mis characters in the Pacific Rim universe. Really good and riveting read, also super interesting depiction of Grantaire
⢠Weaving Olden Dances : Fairy AU - Grantaire "claims" Enjolras to prevent his execution - really good writing, love Grantaires characterisationÂ
⢠Paris Burning : canon era (sort of) where cities have a physical being - Grantaire is Paris and becomes entangled in Enjolras' revolution - oh the world building is truly *chefs kiss*
⢠Euphoria is You For Me : Enjolras and Grantaire keep meet cuting in a wonderfully written Brooklyn - feels like a love letter to Brooklyn at times, and I really like the characterisation of GrantaireÂ
⢠so please just fall in love with me this christmas : Enjolras works for the environmental company Grantaire volunteers at, and keeps getting secret gifts at Christmas - I sound a little like a broken record but the Grantaire characterisation is very good
⢠You Are the Moon : Wild West esque Space AU - Grantaire has to call on the amis to help rescue Valjean and Cosette, despite Grantaire leaving the amis 6 months before. On re-reading the Enjolras characterisation feels a little rushed, but overall fantastic story telling and the Grantaire arc is a DelightÂ
⢠Pandemos : Enjolras is aphrodite, and seeks peace from all his suitors in R/Hephestus' cave
⢠Pining for You : Hallmark christmas romance - Grantaire returns home to work on his father's tree farm, and Enjolras is the lawyer helping prevent the farm being sold - cute as shit imo
⢠Once We're Kings : Fantasy AU - a country hosts a ball to marry Prince Enjolras and the rival country sends Grantaire as a fuck you - one of the best ways of doing Enjolras as a prince in a fantasy and just really nicely written
⢠Never Bitter and All Delicious : Fairy Godmother AU - yes really, yes its genuinely a very good read
⢠On One Condition : Fantasy AU - Enjolras is a bored knight who finally goes to check out the local dragon, which turns out to be Grantaire - I really like how they capture Enjolras' stubborn nature and it's such a well written soft growth of love between them
⢠That's How Easy Love Can Be : Les Amis work at a primary school; and its secret santa time! very fun portrayal of Enjolras
⢠The Lark and Her Lieutenants : re write of canon where Cosette is the leader of the revolution - just *chefs kiss*
⢠If You Tickle Us, Do We Not Laugh : Grantaire is Enjolras' secret android - really good at writing a relationship that's incredibly loving but just keeps being antagonistic and coming off wrongÂ
One Shots
⢠True Colours : AU where you leave colours on the people important to you - Enjolras and Grantaire falling for each other is so soft and gently written its lovely, this is genuinely one of my favourites
⢠Keep It Kind, Keep It Good, Keep It Right : this one is so good to me, because it builds off my pet hatred of everyone assuming Enjolras doesn't care about (or at least actively show he cares about) his friends
⢠blooming : very soft post-dystopian utopia that has just a really wonderful sense of hope and light to me
⢠and the wall leaned away (or: The Pros and Cons of Tilling) : perfectly realised characterizations of the amis, Grantaire needs a date to her final year art exhibition - deals with anxiety over protest in a way that actually hits for me
⢠not just one of the crowd : R helps run a leftist bakery and bike repair shop - very cute characterisation, and I think more les mis fanfic should link to anarchist essays
⢠Lovesickness : Enjolras is an idiot and thinks he's sick rather than having a crush - the writing of Joly and Combeferre in this is some of my favourite depictions of these two
⢠If there's a rocket, tie me to it : absolutely heartbreaking sci-fi AU about the amis as doomed mecha pilots
⢠Where I Fall is Where I Land : Enjolras is a Roman commander as Rome's power is leaving England, and then meets the pict Grantaire (+ fun soulmark stuff !)
⢠You Started Foreign to Me : Enjolras moves to america and R is the overnight grocery clerk who helps her learn Spanish - cute fluffy lesbians with a wonderfully written driven Enjolras
⢠Love Is Touching Souls : very cute soulmate AU - and one I really love for really truly considering the implications of soul marks and creating historical lore around it
⢠Ten Years : R is a musician, and it non-linearly charts his relationship to Enj from high school to 10 years later
⢠put up with me then I'll make you see : Grantaire lives above Enjolras, and its christmas - I find it to have a very fun interpretation of pining Enjolras
⢠A Cat Called Trash Can : this was one of the first les mis fics I ever read (yes I know it says it was published in 2020, but I think it has to be a re-upload or something?) and it does still have a special place in my heart - Grantaire rescues a cat, but Enjolras is the only one with an apartment free to look after itÂ
⢠Still I'm Begging to Be Free : inception AU where les amis have to rescue a sleeping R from his own brain
â˘I'm in it for You : cw: illness, cancer - R has cancer and is being a martyr about telling his friends so Enjolras drives him back from chemo
⢠walls come tumbling down : sky high au - a very good high school AU with the perfect level of campy superhero powers
⢠This brave new world's not like yesterday : Enjolras needs a job, so ends up working in a bowling alley with Grantaire and bonding
Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre
⢠In Defiance of All Geometry : les amis are a student co-op house, Enjolras and Combeferre are pining friends and Grantaire is the newbie
⢠Still the Same : this is very good writing and very compelling - if you can get over the (imo) plot hole of Enjolras working for the FBI. R was an art thief Enj put away and is briefly helping the FBI out, and Combeferre is Enjolras' husband
⢠To Kingdom Come : cw: war and PTSD from that, Enjolras and Combeferre are part of a group of refugees that have crossed into a more fantasy land, and Grantaire is a lone traveller from that land that attempts to help - that was a shit summary of this very emotional, wonderfully written fic about war and love in all forms
⢠Gonna need (a spark to ignite) : I always love a twist on a classic trope, and this is a very fun take on the soulmate AU - Enjolras loses feeling in his soul mark as a child, falls in love with Grantaire and then his soulmate, Combeferre, turns up
Eponine/Cosette
⢠Pretty Girls Don't Know the Things That I Know : simply stunning writing - perfect example of soft writing about a harsh world
⢠she knows her way around : Eponine and Cosette bond, ostensibly so Eponine can find out about her for Marius, and their interactions are so playful and realistic, its wonderful
⢠always find me floating on oceans : Cosette stows away on Eponine's pirate ship - I do always have a soft spot for eposette fics (not just cause I ship it) because they truly characterise Cosette in a really considered and interesting way
⢠There's No Making Love : I'm putting this under eposette even though there is some significant enjolras/grantaire content, because the Cosette characterisation is so fun and cute
⢠round and round again : this fic really beautifully translates Cosette's bad childhood and then isolated teenage years, and the impact that would have on her as an adult into a modern AU
⢠Underwater Thunderheards : this is based off the book The Scorpio Races, and is just a really nice short fic about longing
⢠How To Change The World Without Taking Power : Marius has a crush on Cosette and she's tried being polite and subtle in turning him down, so just ends up fake dating Eponine instead
⢠blood red fruit and poison's kiss : Snow White AU - Cosette as Snow White
⢠The Winters Cannot Fade Her : Snow White Au 2.0 - Eponine as Snow White - this was written as a pair to the one above which is just so cute to me
⢠marriage à la mode : Cosette and Eponine run a bridal shop together and it's very cute !
⢠Temporary Hold : I personally find this a really fun and very unique take on Cosette - with exams coming up she decides she needs to get laid on the reg and so hits up Eponine to act as if they're already long term girlfriends
Combeferre/Courfeyrac
⢠better than you had it : fake dating but kick it up an emotional notch - Courf and Ferre pretend to still be together after breaking up for a family event
⢠take flight, come near : nice and cute low fantasy, where Combeferre runs a dragon sanctuary and Courf finds an injured dragon
Rare Pairs
⢠The Future's Owned by You and Me : cute Enjolras/Feuilly with actual radical politics and real life organising difficulties and wins
⢠First Dates and Other Dangers : Combeferre and Grantaire agree to go on a blind date and it's awkward until it isn't - just cute !
⢠after midnight : Combeferre has insomnia and meets Grantaire in various all night fast food chains
⢠as you are : Bahorel and Jehan getting ready together
⢠Almost Romantic : Jehan works at a museum, and takes Combeferre on a little tour
⢠Understudy : Jehan/Combeferre, with Combeferre's insecurities regarding being seen as second best to Enjolras
⢠Here There Be Dragons : Courf/Enj/Ferre - Courf and Enj are superheroes and Ferre is the doctor that patches them up
⢠To Let it Occur (Laisser Faire la Nature) : Feuilly has a stupidly long stopover in Paris and meets Enjolras
⢠rule of three : Courf/Enj/Ferre as spies and loving boyfriends
⢠Good Rhetoric : snapshots of cute cuddly courf/enj/ferre
⢠subluxate, dislocate, replace : found family and chronic illness with Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta
⢠Strike stone, strike home (like lightning) : so this fic took one minor piece of lore about Tolkien's dwarves and made a beautiful j/b/m fic from it
⢠Almost Inevitable : Bahorel/Feuilly friends-with-benefits
⢠god only knows (what I'd be without you) : Bahorel/Feuilly with a closeted Feuilly and a beautiful Feuilly and Eponine friendship
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Enchanted To Meet You || 05.
Summary: Â No one ever told you that you had a soulmate orâsoulmates, for that matter. Humans don't have soulmates, but shapeshifters do. What are you supposed to do when the seven members of the worlds biggest boy band turn out to be your soulmatesâonly for you to realise that they aren't even human.
BTS is on a hiatus and ARMY thinks they are completing their mandatory military service. You believe that too, at least you did until you realised that you had adopted them and that one way or another they were gonna live with youâas Hybrids because apparently, you all are soulmates.
(Hybrid AU // Soulmate AU) (Fluff // humour // smut // angst  // eventually NSFW) (NC-18) (Ot7 x Reader) (slow burn)
banner by: @thebannershopâ
series master-listÂ
There is an interlude between chapter 4 and chapter 5. Read it before proceeding ahead with this. The interlude can be found in the series master-list.Â
Word count: 2831
Warnings: Curse words (pg-13) (sfw for now)
Gif credits: Btsislifeu on tenor.
Your heart races as your hands grow sweaty and uncomfortably clammy. There were noises, coming from inside your apartment. Noises that sound an awful lot like footsteps thumping against your floor.
Footsteps.
You let that thought sink into your head for a minute. Your door was locked since you had just unlocked it, you think your windows should be closed too, so the question arises as to who is in your bedroom? And how they managed to get there.
You debate not going in, turning back and maybe asking for your neighborsâ help, but then you realize your antisocial tendencies had led to you being so distant, that your neighborsâ probably didn't know your name either.Â
The realization leads to a deep, sinking feeling in your stomach. Not for the first time ever you curse your own stupidity and lack of social skills.
'This is what you get for wanting space.' You think to yourself, as you let your hand finally let go of the death grip it had on the door.
There was music, coming out of your room. You frown when you hear the loud, booming, bass thrum through the walls and out to where you are.Â
'What in the world?' You think, now utterly confused. 'Did I leave the speakers on?' You question yourself. Now confused and second-guessing yourself, you put your bags down by your feet near the door and slowly put one foot inside.Â
Still wary and frightened of quite possibly being attacked, or worse kidnapped and murdered, you creep and make your way inside, the door behind you wide open in case you need to make a run for it.Â
Noiselessly putting one foot in front of the other, you creep in. The glaring possibility of being hit on the head and growing unconscious with a stranger in your apartment, an incentive to be stealthy. Â
As you walk towards your room, you realize that you are unarmed, with virtually no weapon or object to protect yourself with. Again cursing at your stupidity internally, you roam your eyes around the room, as you try to look for something that could be used as a potential weapon.Â
After a few seconds of your eyes searching over your furniture and random knick-knacks, your eyes land on a metal bull. It was a showpiece that you had bought on an impulse, when you had first signed the lease to your apartment.Â
You mentally thank every deity that you can think of as you make a move to grab it. You didn't particularly like the bull per seâit's design and color now seemed more dull to you than anything else but, it was heavy and if used right would cause some significant damage.Â
With a metal bull in your hand, that might or might not protect you, you make a move towards your room.Â
You can hear your heart thudding in your ears, the beats so loud you are afraid the intruder can hear them too. You have half a mind to just, march in there and demand why this person had decided to break and enter into your apartment of all the ones in your complex. Â
'The hell would he even steal? Not like I have anything of value.' You think annoyed, as your converse clad feet touch the old, cheap, red carpet. Your floorboards are creaky too, but after a while, you had learned to identify which were the creaky ones and avoid them.Â
For the first time, you think maybe you aren't as stupid as you had initially thought.Â
Snapped out of your thoughts you abruptly freeze as you realize the thumping echoing throughout your apartment had just stopped.Â
'Oh, fuck no.'
Gripping the bull tighter in your hands, you try to breathe in as quietly as you can, not daring to move an inch in fear of making any noise. For the umpteenth time, you curse whoever up there was supposed to be your guardian angel.Â
'Whoever you are, you need to pull your shit together, because this is just ridiculous.' You think vehemently, the string of events far too strange and moving, for your steady, boring life.Â
'Okay Y/N, you can do this. Just enter in quietly and bring the bull down on their head. No mercy. You will live to see tomorrow.'
Steadying your breath, you grip your bull tight and slowly push the door to your room open with your foot as you balance your weight on the other leg.
The door creaks open, it's unoiled, rusted hinges announcing your presence.Â
Your eyes rapidly flicker from one corner to the other, trying to find the intruder. Your feet stay firm but glued, still outside the bedroom in the hallway.Â
Once you are sure you don't see any human-like shape in plain sight, you pause and let your eyes scan your room. Detailing and picking at things, as you try to spot the signs of someone having been in there a few seconds ago.Â
From your unmade bed to your medical textbooks stacked in the corner, you don't see any glaring disturbances. Your room is small, to begin with, but with the stacks of textbooks and your desk cum nightstand pushed into a corner, there wasn't much space left.Â
Certainly not enough for anyone to be able to hide without being obvious.
When your search yields no results, you frown and inch closer. Walking tentatively inside with tense muscles, ready for a jump scare and swift attack.Â
However, when neither happens, you are left both relieved and confused. With furrowed and an increasingly familiar growing frown, you slowly turn into a circle, double-checking to see if you had missed something.Â
'Am I being haunted?'Â
The thought suddenly doesn't seem as strange as it might have before.Â
"Hello? Is anybody here?" You call out, not really expecting a reply. You don't think if someone is hiding in your room, they would actually reply back, but you also don't know what to do as you move forward.Â
You don't believe there's a protocol in place for what one should do if they think their home is broken into but can't find any evidence to back up their assumption.Â
It's then that you register the pile of clothes lying on the floor, in the middle of the room.
'Did I leave those out?'
You question yourself as you look at the random pile of clothes. You were in a rush when you had left for shopping, so it wasn't a far-fetched possibility.Â
Thinking back, you recall giving Kookie a bathâ
"OHMYGOD KOOKIE!"Â
You furiously curse out loud as you realize that you can't see him anywhere. The fear that had abated a little by now, coming back in full force.Â
You spin on your heels and rush out to your hall. Checking all the dark corners and places your bunny could have taken residence in.Â
"Kookie! Kookie! Hey baby, I am back home, where are you?" You call out hoping he'd hear you and come out from wherever he was hiding. Some part of your brain brings forward the possibility that someone might have taken him, or that you had lost him. But you tamp down the thought before it can fully form, too scared and anxious to entertain that possibility.Â
You can feel the back of your eyes sting, as tears cloud your vision. But you refuse to let them fall because now was not the time. Finding Kookie was your number one priority, and everything else would simply have to wait until you find himâpanic attack included.Â
You doubleâtriple, check the hall and kitchen, your apartment was small and, there weren't many places he could have used to hide, but you stubbornly check again and again. Your voice breaks as you call out to him, your desperation rising with every passing minute.Â
"Dammit, Kook! Where are you!?" You wail, as your control over your tears snaps, and they slip out. Warm, wet trails of tears run down your face as you let out a choked sob.Â
You don't know howâit hasn't even been a week since you had brought Kookie home, but for some reason, the thought of losing him, crushes youâmakes your heart feel unbearably heavy, as it squeezes painfully in your chest.Â
'Get a grip, for fucks sake! Someone could still be in the apartment, hidingâwaiting, for the chance to assault you.' Some part of you berates yourself but you can't even focus on that thought.Â
The only thing that you can think of is, if your baby bunny was safe or not. The endless possibilities of what could have happened to him run like a horror film through your head. Most of them you realize, end in you never seeing him again.Â
You run your hands through your hair, pulling the strands back none too gently as your eyes roam the interior of your apartment again. With still no signs of Kookie anywhere, you wipe your tears with the end of your sleeve and rush to your room.Â
Some part of you can feel Kookies' presence. As insane as the thought sounds to your own ears, you can sense him somewhere. It's like an unknown pullâa tug, that makes you rush back to your room.Â
Hanging on to the doorframe of your bedroom with one hand, you lean on it as you try to steady your breathing. The adrenaline, and the tears, make it hard for you to breathe as you stand there and helplessly follow your instincts.Â
Glancing through your room again, your gaze trails from wall to wall, before you finally see a movement from the corner of your eyes. Your gaze sharpens as your eyes fall on the pile of clothes in the middle of your bedroom floor.Â
You move closer, as you see a movement again, a tiny bit wary.Â
You walk closer, only to see a long, floppy ear rise from between the heap. As your eyes hone in on that ear, you all but lurch to the pile in your haste to get closer to it.
Ripping away the clothes from on top of him, your eyes land on your rabbits' hunched over the figure. His ears that were floppy now both stand straight, turning towards you as if picking up the sound of your heart beating.Â
As your eyes zero in on Kookies' figure, the nauseating fear at last abates. That nagging, tugging feeling in your heart, waning with it. Your figure hunches, as all the breath leaves your body.Â
You want to crouch down, cup him, hold him close and hug him, but the trembling of your hands stops you from doing any of it. Instead, you let your eyes take in his figure, as a reassurance that you had not lost him.Â
The residual tears of relief continue to fall from your eyes, as your eyes shift up to the ceiling.Â
Slowly loosening the tight grip your fists had formed, you throw the bull away on your bed. The thump of the impact rings in your ears as your eyes close and tears of pure, unadulterated relief continue to slip down your cheeks, leaving behind a wet trail, before dripping down onto the floor.Â
After a few seconds of breathing in and out and calming yourself away from a panic attack, you pick up Kookie and take him out onto the couch.Â
Settling him there, you turn away your gaze from his at the last second.Â
You don't know why, but you have a feeling that if you look into his honey-like chocolate eyes now, you will cry. Giving him a soft pat on his head, you push yourself up from the crouch you had been in and move to your room.Â
With Kookie finally found and safe, your previous concern rushes to the forefront of your mind.Â
'Right! Gotta check the locks.'
Moving towards the window, you pull back your curtains to check on the lock. Your eyes fall onto the latch, only to find itâÂ
Locked.
Just like you had thought it would be. Dropping the curtains back, you shift away and move to check all the other latches.Â
For the next five minutes, you meticulously check every single window and latch in your apartment, making sure that none of them were open or loose. Once, you are finally done with your inspection, you go and shut the front door, secure in your knowledge that there was no intruder in your apartment.Â
Moving to your room, you pick up the pile of clothes from the floor and start folding it to put it back into your cupboard.Â
The learned, mundane motion of folding your clothes gives your fidgety hands something to do and finally, you let yourself think.Â
All the doors and windows were locked shut when you came in, so there was no chance of someone sneaking into your apartment.Â
'But then what about that music?'Â
As you think back to the sound that you had heard when you first entered, you turn to check on your stereo, only to stumble and almost face plant onto the floor below.Â
Letting out a low curse, your eyes shift to see what it was that you had stumbled upon only for your eyes to widen as you realize it was your speakers remote. Â
'Aah, now I see.'
It's then that you connect the dots inside your mind. Â
When you think back to it, the thumps could very well just have been Kookie hoppingâstomping, around with his feet.Â
'The remote was probably on the floor, and he must have switched the music system on by mistake.' Your brain rationalizes, as you bend down with a huff and pick up the remote.Â
Placing everything back to where it belonged, you finally move out of the room and to the kitchen for dinner, not pausing to look at Kookie.Â
You are just so tiredâtired of your studies, your work, but more than anything else, you are tired of feeling like you are missing out on something.Â
The feeling doesnât make senseâyou don't make sense, and it's probably just the aftermath of the adrenaline rush, but you feel this bone-weary fatigue, deep in your bones, one that goes beyond the realm of just being physical. Â
It's like your soul is exhausted.Â
You keep feeling like something's missing, like you've finally had it, figured it outâand then it slips away, until you are left grasping at thin air.Â
Putting the pan down, with a little more force than necessary, you groanâannoyed at your sudden teenage-like, angst filled thoughts.
'What in the world is wrong with me!?'Â
After dinner, you set the bed you had bought for Kookie near your own bed. You had successfully managed to lug up all your shopping bags, but the many trips up and down had left you feeling thoroughly exhausted.
With the bed in place, you move to your washroom for a warm, quick shower before bed. The weariness of a long day, making your limbs feel heavy as you move to get a pair of pajamas to change into.  Â
You swing by the living room before your shower only to find Kookie still munching on his dinner. His eyes twinkling, even from a distance.Â
Reassured with the knowledge that he would be occupied with his food, you quickly rush to take a shower.
Showered and dressed, you curl onto the couch beside Kookie. With your T.V softly running in the back, you let your eyes go droopy as you cuddle him closer.Â
The feel of his warm, wet, tiny tongue over your cheeks makes you smile dopily. You run your hands through his fur, before they glide over to his earsâthem twitching in response to your feather-light touch.Â
"You Babyboo scared the living daylights out of me today," You whisper softly and push your face closer to him as the warm puffs of his short, quick breaths, hit your face like gentle caresses.Â
Wrapping an arm around him, you cuddle him closer to yourself, your boy heat enveloping him like a warm cocoon.Â
Lodging him under your chin and close to your chest, you drop a quick kiss on his head and giggle when his long ears tickle your chin.Â
You turn to watch the TV but miss the way his eyes soften, them growing warmer and shinier as they look on at you, brimming with affection. You miss the way his entire body melts at your touchâfolds between your curves, closer to your heart.Â
But as you lay there, Kookie wrapped around you with his ears pressed close to your heart, your body feeling loose and your soul feeling cherished, what you don't miss is the realization that the exhausting from before is gone, and in its place is a gentle feeling of comfort, of belongingâof love.Â
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Temporary Secretary | Interlude
Chpt 1 | Chpt 2 | Chpt 3 | Chpt 4 | Finale
Peck x fem!reader
You and Peck experience a little bittersweet calm before the storm of the events of Forsaken. Your relationship is tested and the doctor is having doubts all around.
Tw: angst and mentions of death
Ever since that first date, you and the doctor have grown far closer then you ever could've imagined.
You try to keep things covert around the lab. It's exciting, the thrill of seeing just how much you can get away with together.
A brush of fingers when you walk by one another. A lingering hand on yours when handing off papers and files. Standing hip to hip, side to side, with one another as you ponder over some calculations that "need a second pair of eyes". Sneaking quick, teasing little kisses now and again throughout the day any time you can.
You still clean his eye for him, although it needs it far less now. You still wash up his eye patches, although they no longer come caked with crusted mucus and blood. He's even welcomed you to his personal office where you've both spent time to wind down after long work days.
Office life has never been more idyllic. And that's just the surface.
You spend most of your time outside of work together, at his house.
You rather think he likes having you in his house simply for the experience of it. He's missed having someone else around here after all, and if he's being honest... A part of him is hoping to get you use to it. Besides, he doesn't want you in that bland, communist block any longer then you have to be.
Not when he could give you things that are so much better.
A soft but steady rainfall beats softly against the rooftop and the panes of glass. You're sitting on a bench swing there on the balcony with a blanket over you, watching it all come down. The world is grey and tranquil, a welcome change to the sterile hustle of your workplace.
Dr. Peck joins you soon enough, arms full of the extra plush blankets he promised he'd bring for you. He drops them in a heap on the ground, admiring his finds and slowly realizing he's brought far too many. You smile appreciatively and wait for him to pick one from the pile before joining you.
He sits himself right beside you, tucking you under his arm and the puffy comforter he chose. You kiss once, but he supplements the interaction with another one to your forehead.
A stiff breeze blows your way, sending a little shiver down your spine.
"You ok?", Peck presses a little closer to you, snuggling cheek to cheek for a moment to check on you. Your face is a little frosty from the weather, but his is oh so warm.
You sigh happily, and turn towards him. Laying your head on his shoulder and a hand on his midriff, you bask in his warmth. Strange, you never feel this kind of heat from him at work, but whenever you're alone like this... It's like he's happier, aaaaall the way down to his core.
He kisses your face, and then your hair, lingering just a moment to appreciate how sweet it smells.
A gentle roll of thunder sounds in the distance, the rain before you picks up a little. You snuggle closer and hike up the puffy blanket, soaking up every blissful moment.
It's amazing how comfortable he's become around you. His heart swells and the sensation of you finding comfort and safety with him. No one's ever really done that before. It's nice to feel like a man, a real, solid man with his own independence and a woman who loves him, and not some circus animal forced to do tricks in Omega's lab.
He's even taken to leaving off the eye patch. That fucking thing annoys him to no end. You tell him he's just as handsome without it as he is with. It means so much to him to hear that, he always decides to not reply with a snarky, self degrading comment.
Amidst the quiet, you move your hand up to his jaw, stroking long lines against his patchy stubble grain and along it's length to his ear. He rather hates his jawline, or "jawline", as he says... So it's always a wonder to him when you bother to give it some affection. A kiss, or a massage like now...
Sometimes it feels like the whole relationship is like that to him. An endless cycle of amazement at how someone like you doesn't get sick and fed up of being with someone like him.
He's made some pretty incredible first discoveries over the course of his scientific career, but nothing comes even close to impressing him like the tenderness you have for him.
"Do you still love me?"
You hold back a laugh. Sometimes it feels he can't go a week without asking this.
"Hm... I think so, yes", you kiss his cheek and go back to resting your hand.
He's silent a moment, and then... "Why?"
That takes you aback. You let the laugh out this time, a little confused more then anything, "Why? Well, it's not like I've changed my mind since the last ti-"
"No, I mean... Why do you love me? Me, of all people?"
Oh...
He leans on you a bit more heavily. The warm, happy heat he usually radiates seems to waver a little. You sit up a bit more straight so you can look at him.
You tap the tip of your nose to his, tickling them together softly, "Don't say that... You're just a deserving of love as anyone else", you chuckle, but only because you feel silly stating something so obvious.
"No I'm not", he pulls away and leans back against the seat, letting out a deep sight as he drags his palm down the length of his face. "I've done some terrible things. I'm working on terrible things. I don't know what kind of guy you think I am, but I'm a traitor, and a coward, and a self absorbed asshole... I'm working on releasing a threat so terrible, it'll take out millions. Did you know that?"
"I... No...but-"
"But what? Isn't that damning enough?"
With a frustrated growl, he jumps up and walks a few paces away with his back turned to you, "Don't you get it?", He turns around sharply. His eye is glassy with a whole network of fine lines around it, fighting back tears. "I'm telling you this because I love you. I think I love you more then I even love myself", he takes a deep breath, trying his damnedest to steady himself.
"The truth is... I've change after being with you. I've never acted like this with anyone before, and... I want to save you. Save you from this huge mistake you're making by being with me", he turns all the way around to face you now, gesturing aggressively, even as the tears finally win and trickle down his face, "I don't know who you think, or pretend, I am, but I am not a 'nice man' or a sweet guy, or whatever you say. Fuck, I'm not even a good person"
His hands jerk up to his scalp, roughly grasping at handfuls of thinning hair. He takes a shaky breath, but judging by the now freely tears he's making, it does little to steady him, "And... I love you too much to want you to be with someone like that"
"Fuck", he bars an arm across his eyes, his body shivering with sobs as he stands alone.
You get up slowly, as though he'll run away at any sudden movement, and make your way over to him, "William..."
He wipes his eyes on his sleeve and dares to meet your gaze. You're just a breath away now, your hands comfortingly splayed out on his chest.
It's strange... His eye looks almost new now, like that of a person you don't recognize. It's soft and vulnerable and... Scared.
Peck leans his forehead against yours, taking more of those deep, shaky breaths. His voice is quiet, and it sounds new too, like you're meeting a side of him so deep and hidden away that he doesn't even know about it, "I don't want to do this, but... If I don't they'll kill me", he swallows, and a fresh few tears roll down, "I don't want to die..."
You kiss his cheek and shush him softly, "You're not a bad person for valuing your life", you kiss him again and wipe his tears. "I know you're in a tough spot, but... This is what gives me faith in you. I don't think you give yourself enough credit... I think you are a good man, you just made a stupid decision and... you're right about one thing, you are too self absorbed, because you're too proud to admit to it"
He sniffs and lifts his head. You've officially got his attention.
You brush your fingers through his short, fluffy hair, an encouraging smile playing at your lips, "I think, that if you were dumb enough to get yourself into this mess, then surely you're smart enough to get yourself out of it"
"... I wish I could believe you, but... It's already too late. Everything is in place at Omega base, and I can't stop it"
"Maybe so, but it's not over yet, right?"
"... Yeah"
You cradle his cheeks between your hands, "Then there's a chance... Be brave, sweet boy, you can still fix this", you give him a long, tender kiss before tapping your foreheads together against, "And I will be right here for you"
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