#And has been shown he knows how to fight on fly and think

[baphometsss]

I think his dialogue with Bellara is Solas refusing to acknowledge the truth of what he'd done, honestly. Elgar'nan also seems to be aware of it somehow and throws this at him in their little bitch-off. Remember that he doesn't know that one part of Mythal--her memories--survived just long enough to seek Morrigan out and ask her to accept her so those memories could survive. As far as he knows, that part of her was killed when he absorbed her power. That's why he's so surprised to see Morrigan at the end of DATV.

Solas obviously understood that this fragment within Flemeth was enough of Mythal to speak with her, to apologise to her, to argue with her. He obviously knew she had Mythal's power or he wouldn't have shown up in the first place. So the idea that he didn't really see her as Mythal doesn't hold water imo, and the truth stinks of the very on-brand Solas tactic of compartmentalising the truth to justify it to himself.

There's a post flying around about Mythal's abuse of Solas and it's mentioned how, when we see Morrigan in the Crossroads, she explains that she will not take up arms against Solas if the need calls for it. Some have interpreted this to mean that Mythal cannot bear to fight Solas, but Morrigan actually refers to Mythal in the third person here. She says 'what has passed between Solas and Mythal'... and she's referring to the abuse that Mythal put him through, abuse that Morrigan herself experienced from Flemeth. Flemythal did not see Morrigan as a person as much as a new potential vessel and a weapon. Likewise, Mythal did not see Solas as much more than a weapon, by her own admission. Yet still, there is a strange love there, a love that has become twisted and perverted, something you see in a lot of toxic parent-child bonds where the parents' wishes have primacy in the relationship. Morrigan cannot bear to fight Solas after seeing so much of her own trauma reflected in Mythal's memories. She knows from observing them that it was not just her mother's actions that harmed her, but Mythal's.

Solas kills her to take her power, which he needed to further his plans. However, the fragment within Flemeth is not all that different to the fragment in the Crossroads, despite what Morrigan might say. The fragment within Morrigan has been tempered, sure, but she is still the fragment within Flemeth that abused Morrigan, raised her to be her vessel one day, and encouraged her to make the old god baby at the end of Origins by sleeping with the Warden.

So I think that the Flemythal fragment should have been enough to convince him. The fact that it's not only proves my point. He likely doesn't visit the Crossroads fragment because he has told himself that it's not truly Mythal, when in fact he is just too afraid to see her again, especially that version of her, who died because he told her what the Evanuris were doing. He cannot bear the shame, the shame he shows when he goes to Flemythal at the end of DAI. Considering that this Mythal has blown the heads off of his statues, I think it's fair to say he would've been dragon food if he had.

I don’t think that fragment was the only thing able to stop him because I see his atonement path as the result of many people influencing him into being able to make the right decision in the end. But I do think, though, that the Crossroad fragment of Mythal was the only thing that could liberate him from the duty and the guilt that rooted in their shared past.

I'm not disagreeing with you here. I am saying that it's not the only thing that matters, which is what the original responder was trying to assert. Being liberated from Mythal would not have absolved him from what he did to the Inquisition, what he did to Varric and the Inquisitor, and even if she had released him he still wouldn't have been able to stop. The guilt over that would've eaten him up just as badly. He also needed Rook to show him that the choices are there in his hands, right now. The Inquisitor heralds the new future. It's a past/present/future allegory and isolating his motivations to just one of them misses the entire point of that scene.

The whole 'refuge for Mythal' thing is really interesting bc it shows that Solas really saw Mythal as being on his side when it couldn't be more obvious that she enjoyed the power of being queen of the Evanuris. He calls it a 'struggle' in the regret memory, but I don't think she was struggling as much as he thinks. Even Felassan realises how delusional he is about her. It's one of many things Solas is in denial about.

That said, it does seem like he was much more aware of Elgar'nan's evil than she was; I truly believe that Mythal found a kindred spirit in Elgar'nan and thought that she was the right one for him. She tempered him and mitigated the harm he did as much as she could (which doesnt seem to be that much, in all honesty). Whether or not they had romantic feelings for each other is up for debate, but I think it's very possible. There was likely an element of tension at being evenly matched in the way they were that gave their relationship a pathological edge. It was only when Solas told her about the Evanuris using the power of the Blight that she finally decided to take him seriously and challenge her husband and the rest of the Evanuris head-on.

It's also really revealing that the Blight was her final straw. Mythal obviously had no issue with slavery as long as her slaves were treated well. It's very reminiscent of real world attitudes some had towards their slaves ie that as long as you don't abuse them it's okay. They don't understand the fundamentally unethical nature of owning another person. It's why I don't buy the benevolence retcon because slavery is inherently cruel--something that both Solas and an elven Inquisitor can argue with Dorian about.

Yeah, Solas really is an unreliable narrator with Mythal and I really wish we'd had more perspectives other than his. I long to see Mythal in all her cunty glory but alas it will never be

[oldfashionedmorphine]

i keep thinking about the difference between buck waking up alone and thinking tommy left only to find him in the kitchen vs buck waking up and thinking eddie was still there only to find he left without saying goodbye…

EXCEPT!!!

buck ends up arguing with tommy in the kitchen (over eddie!) and then tommy leaves vs buck comes home to find that eddie has returned—but really buck had assumed the wrong thing about the note because eddie only left so he could surprise buck with chris and tia pepa ☺️

that fight may have been their worst yet, but it still wasn’t enough for eddie to leave him and stay gone. instead he goes out of his way to make up for being a dick to buck (flying out chris last minute is a grand gesture and actions always speak louder than just words)

also the show has yet to prove that tommy is willing to stay when things get bad. he’s always shown leaving when things don’t go how he wanted (their first date, their breakup, their post hookup kitchen fight) and each time it’s buck who is left utterly blindsided by it. and despite all that evidence, i see people say that tommy knows him the best or only has his best interest at heart or that he wouldn’t hurt him the way eddie did. if you think that, then idk…not sure you’re seeing the big picture :/

[fastfists]

Forever on the hill that Knuckles is a skilled and strategic fighter UwU

[swarvey]

how they would propose | sdv bachelors x g/n!reader | part one

-> summary: in game, the farmer is always the one to present the mermaid's pendant to their lover — what if it was the other way around?

pt. 2

a/n: starting with half the boys, i'll be working on the rest of them + bachelorettes after ! i got a bit carried away with elliott's ... but can you blame me?

alex

carries the pendant around in his pocket for a week, hoping the right words will magically find him if he does

(they don't)

definitely the type to lock himself in the bathroom and stare at himself through the mirror while practicing what to say to you

decides to propose during a quiet walk in the evening so he has your full attention and all the time in the world to profess his love to you

alex swears his heart is about to fly out of his chest as the two of you walk hand in hand around pelican town, the sun long gone below the horizon. the street lamps guide the two of you, fireflies intermittently emitting gentle flashes of light.

he doesn't even realize you're expecting a response from him until you wave a hand in front of his face, moving in front of him so he's forced to look into your amused gaze.

"alex," you laugh, and his breath hitches, "are you listening? you look like you've been zoning out."

he musters an empty laugh back at you, internally panicking as he desperately tries to recall what you said. "what? me? no, i was just, uh . . ." think, alex, think! you can't mess up now! "i was thinking about gridball." he wants to smack himself.

"really?" you reply, raising your brows. "you're thinking about gridball, now? while i was talking to you about our anniversary coming up?"

shit.

his face pales, stopping in his tracks in the middle of the bridge near the museum. he groans, dropping your hand to run it through his hair — surely he can fix this, right?

"okay, cut the act," you say, worry beginning to show in your features. "is everything alright? what's bugging you?"

"nothing, really! it's just that, uh . . ." alex inhales a quick breath to prepare himself before grabbing both your hands in his. "you know i love you, right?"

"yes . . .," you trail off. you look at him with concerned eyes, beginning to look uneasy. "now i'm really worried—"

"no, no! just hear me out, alright?" you nod. "you know, before you moved here, my view on life was pretty boring," he admits. "all i really cared about was gridball and my grandparents. and dusty, of course, and i guess sam and haley, too—" he shakes his head, blush beginning to cover his cheeks. "whatever, you get what i'm trying to say, right?"

"i'm not entirely sure if i follow," you reply, smiling at how flustered he's gotten. "what are you getting at, alex?"

he sighs. "listen, you moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. you've shown me there's tons more to life than whatever i was doing before, like giving random gifts to everyone in town just to make them happy, or being a badass and fighting off monsters!" you laugh, and he grins. "anyways, now that i've had a taste of what being with you is like, i don't think i'm willing to share."

your jaw drops as he reaches into his pocket and gets on one knee, opening his palm to reveal a mermaid's pendant.

"will you marry me, y/n? so i can spend the rest of my life learning more awesome stuff from you?"

he nearly collapses in relief when you nod, whooping in joy before engulfing you in a tight hug. after a few moments, he can't help but kiss you strongly, a hand cradling the back of your head with the other on the small of your back. you smile into the kiss, pulling away only to look into his teary, overjoyed eyes.

"aren't you forgetting something?" you tease, glancing down at the pendant that's still clutched in his hand.

"oh, right!" you bend your head forward as he places it around your neck, beaming at the sight.

you hold the jewel in your hand, adrenaline pumping through your blood. "looks like we'll have to plan a wedding," you say, happily pecking alex's cheek.

"yes, this is so great!" he exclaims as he jumps in excitement, unable to control himself. "alright, first, we gotta figure out where we're going to cater food from, but i know grams will want to bake our cake," he rambles, grabbing your hand as he practically starts to drag you home. "oooh, and we should totally ask sam and his band to play something for us! he knows all the songs we like, anyway. i think all the guys will help me get all dressed up, but i bet haley and the rest of the girls would go crazy over helping you pick out what to wear, they probably know better anyway—"

"alex," you interrupt, laughing at his antics, "relax. we'll figure all this out tomorrow. let's just go home." he nods.

"you're right, honey," he agrees, swinging your intertwined hands playfully. "i'm going to need all the rest i can get if i'm gonna spend all of tomorrow bragging about my engagement."

shane

leaves the pendant in his nightstand drawer and looks at it every night before he goes to sleep for nearly a month

he truly never thought he would get married — who would want to marry him, the town drunk?

regardless, the past year with you has proven otherwise, and he knows now there's no one else he wants by his side

he decides to do it quite impulsively one day, literally grabbing it from his drawer and walking to your farm

(marnie nearly faints in excitement when she sees him walk out with the mermaid's pendant in hand, while jas cheers him on)

shane starts to get nervous when he doesn't see you anywhere on the farm, making sure to double-check all the chicken coops and barns before heading toward your house. your pet runs up to him, sniffing the hand wrapped around the pendant curiously.

"got any advice?" he asks jokingly, though he doesn't receive an answer — just a tilted head and wide eyes. "guess this one's on me," he sighs, looking at the jewelry nervously.

"shane? is that you?"

shane nearly drops it as he quickly shoves his hands into his pockets, watching as you step out from your greenhouse. of course, he thinks, the one place i didn't check.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, smiling at his sudden appearance. you're wearing dirt-covered gloves and your hair is touseled and frizzy; shane thinks you're glowing. "dinner's not til later, isn't it? or else i'll need a little time to get ready."

"no, i thought i would stop by a little early," he says. "i had something i wanted to talk to you about, actually." you nod, taking off your gloves and putting them in your bag.

"of course, what's up?" you ask, looking at him with those damn eyes that he could never resist.

"we should get married," he states bluntly, excitement sending chills down his body.

he wants to kick himself as you stare at him, blinking twice before saying, "y-yeah, i guess we should."

he nods, swallowing. "it makes sense, y'know?" he reasons, suddenly avoiding your eyes. "we've been with each other for a while now, and things have been going pretty good." he pauses. "you've gotten me through a lot, you know that? i mean, before you got here, i didn't think anyone in this town gave a damn about me — but you obviously do, for whatever reason, so i'll spend the rest of my life trying my best to be the guy you see me as."

he takes the mermaid's pendant out from his pocket, sheepishly looking at you as he holds it. his eyes are watering with emotion, and by the looks of it, so are yours.

"so, what do you say, honey?" he asks softly. "will you marry me?"

"yes," you reply, smiling as he puts the necklace on you. he laughs in disbelief when he sees you wearing it, still in shock that this is his reality. you roll your eyes, pulling him in for a deep kiss. you cry out in surprise as he hugs you strongly and even lifts you off the ground slightly, his eyes brighter than you've ever seen them.

"i can hardly believe this is real," he sighs, pulling you into his side. "guess i did one thing right in my lifetime."

you slap his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. "you definitely didn't plan this out, did you?"

"huh? what makes you think that?"

"you couldn't even wait until dinner to ask?" you joke. "i guess it wasn't really a question, either—" you laugh as he pokes your side to cut you off.

"don't forget, you're the one who said yes," he retorts, smiling nonetheless. "you're officially stuck with me."

elliott

oh, he's had the mermaid's pendant for months. pretty much since you two got together

he tried to keep it a secret, he really did, but by the time he actually decides to propose, the rest of the bachelors and bachelorettes know

still, he wants the proposal to be for you and you only, so he plans on asking you during an evening picnic dinner on the beach

that doesn't stop him from asking his friends for some help, though

"is this really necessary?" sebastian questions, placing a candle into the sand and creating a pathway to the picnic blanket near the water.

"i think it's romantic," leah sighs, handing him another candle from the box in her arms. "he's been planning and buying all this stuff for weeks now. plus, candlelight always makes things more magical."

"i'm sure the moon will be bright enough tonight to add some 'magic.'"

"the light itself is not our concern, my friend," elliott says, wrapping an arm around seb — who scowls at the contact, but decides to let him get away with it just this once — and waving his arm to show off their setup. "i need this beach to represent a scene of pure love and endearment tonight, for my beloved deserves no less than a proposal for the century!"

"right," seb monotones. "well, the candles are all set up, so i'm heading to the shade."

"you want the speakers over here, el?" sam calls out, holding up one of his wireless speakers at the entrance of the beach.

"i've got one over here, too!" abigail yells from behind the cabin.

"perfect!" elliott replies, grinning as the setting he's been picturing finally comes together. he waves goodbye as everyone begins to head home, turning to the only part of his plan left untouched — the picnic blanket. i suppose the rest is up to me.

-

"are you ready, my dear?"

"elliott, i've been ready for the past twenty minutes," you say, playfully smacking the hands covering your eyes. "can i look now?" he laughs before finally lowering his arms, watching lovingly as your eyes widen at the setting in front of you.

"shall we?" he asks, holding his arm out. you gladly hold on to him as the two of you make your way down the beach, in awe at the candles lighting your way.

"i must be dreaming," you say, shaking your head. "how did you—? wait, where's the music coming from?" you realize soft acoustic music is playing throughout the beach, feeling as if you're in a movie scene.

"ah, that? i asked sam and abigail if i could borrow their speakers," elliott explains proudly. "i also recruited leah and sebastian to help me create this enchanting path."

you laugh. "let me guess, you asked alex and haley to distract me and bring me to the library?" your jaw dropped. "no, and you asked maru and penny to get lunch with me? all so i wouldn't come to find you?"

"i had a feeling my darling would venture to my whereabouts, so i requested the help of our colleagues to keep you away. though i'm sure it was difficult for you, i wanted this to be a surprise," he admits, smiling at you. "do you . . . like it?" he asks quietly, a bit scared he had done too much.

"elliott, this is more than anything i could have asked for," you say, warmth coating your words. "what's the occasion?"

he sighs in relief before replying, "have i ever needed a measly excuse to spoil you, dear?"

"i suppose not," you agree amusedly, recalling all the times you've returned home to a bouquet sitting on your porch.

finally, the two of you reach the end of the path, sitting together on the blanket. a big basket covered with a cloth sits at the center of it, as well as two plates, utensils, and your favorite food.

you shake your head. "this is ridiculous," you state, looking at elliott with big eyes. "how long have you been planning this?"

he hums in thought as he plates your food, pushing it towards you. "that, my dear, is none of your concern," he says, "though, i will say it took quite a bit of strategy. and money," he jokingly adds.

after the two of you eat, elliott hands the basket over to you, trying his very best to contain himself.

"i thought it'd be fitting to get you some gifts," he states, as you begin to uncover its contents one by one.

inside, you find a framed version of your favorite photo with him, a hand-painted mug, a poem, and—

you gasp. "are those rubies?" you ask, a couple red stones glittering at the top of the basket. you pick them up, realizing they're matching keychains.

"courtesy of emily," elliott explains. he hesitates, breathing out lightly before continuing. "rubies signify love and passion, you know, as well as good luck and prosperity."

you laugh lightly, holding up the keychains to the moonlight to see them shine. "perfect, should work wonders for us and the farm—"

"they also symbolize weddings."

you blink, gently setting down the gems as you look at him. he holds out the mermaid's pendant he has been patiently keeping for you, eyes already shining with tears as you gasp.

"y/n, the time we have spent together has been by far the best of my entire life," he starts, "and when i look to the future, i'm afraid i cannot picture one without you walking by my side. you are, and always will be, the love of my life, my shining light, my fairy book tale. you, my love, are my happy ending.

"so, will you do me the honors and marry me?"

you jump into his arms as soon as he finishes speaking, both of you laughing as he happily holds you.

"yes, elliott, of course!" you exclaim. he grins as he holds your face in his hands, covering your face in kisses before finally landing on your lips. your hands run through his hair before you fall backward, elliott landing on top of you with his hand cradling your head. you peck his nose, and he laughs once more before helping you sit up.

"here, let us celebrate with some wine!" he decides, grabbing two bottles he had left in the corner. "shane and harvey said these were the best the winery had to offer."

"you really got the whole town in on this, huh?" you tease, barely containing yourself as he helps you put on the jewelry.

he rubs the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. "well, it began with leah, and i thought it wouldn't hurt to tell harvey, but then of course i had to tell—" he stops himself. "secrecy has never been one of my strong suits, has it, love?"

you shake your head, leaning into his arm as you listen to the sound of the music mixing with the crashing of the waves.

"don't worry," you reassure, and he looks down at you with nothing but love in his gaze. "you have plenty of other traits to make up for it."

[keferon]

Something for Ratchet getting to know Deadlock/Drift

———————————————————

Ratchet doesn’t know when exactly the giant alien mech that’s fallen into his life became “Kid”. But he knows why.

There’s something to the way the other throws himself at life with a reckless abandon that screams of youth, even as Ratchet is fairly sure by the weathering of the kid’s metal plate that this mech is way older than he is already.

What frustrates Ratchet though is that the kid’s not even subtle in his recklessness. Ratchet’d barely finished welding his injuries before he started poking at the welds curiously. Just a couple days ago, Ratchet had caught him with a can full of neon pink paint halfway to his mouth. And then there’s the way that he still calls Ratchet “Rat”, even as Ratchet scowls at him. Because he knows the kid knows his full name by now and he can tell the kid enjoys getting on his nerves.

There’s the way the mech moves around his workshop. Clumsy. As though still learning to move around for the first time. Ratchet’s lost count of the number of times the mech has smashed lamps, knocked over tables, or nearly damaged delicate medical equipment that Ratchet’s quickly snatched out of his path (because he needs those, and they aren’t nearly as easy to replace as tables or lamps).

And then the day comes when they’re walking out late at night in an abandoned part of town. No one around to see anything suspicious. No one around to help when the alien falls out of the sky in front of them, a mass of writhing tentacles and glowing red eyes.

And Ratchet watches as the kid moves. A blur of motion so fluid and quick that it goes beyond practice. There’s a gun in one of the mech’s hands and a sword in the other. (And where had the kid even been keeping those?)

A slice of the sword sends a tentacle flying over Ratchet’s head. And a short blaze of gunfire later and the alien is nothing more than a corpse oozing green goo onto the sidewalk.

Ratchet is left clutching his wrench and staring up at the kid with something bordering between shock and awe. Reminded that the kid is also a warrior. A warrior ages older and more experienced than Ratchet himself. Deadly, when he wants to be.

Though he’s never shown any desire to hurt Ratchet. In fact, if the way the kid’s looking down at Ratchet as he stows the sword and gun back wherever they came from, the kid feels protective of him. And Ratchet realizes in that moment that he feels the same.

The kid can protect him from the aliens. He vows to protect the kid from what he likely doesn’t know (hopefully will never know). That humans have a darker side, can be just as deadly and dangerous as any of the aliens they’re fighting. And that there are those who will always seek to understand what is new and unexplained by any means necessary.

ANON I LOVE YOU THIS IS WONDERFUL KGJNGNGJFKFMFNCNC

I just. Ahahahahah OH I LOVE to think how much of a disaster Deadlock would be for Ratchet’s workshop hahaha. Everything is on its place? Nope now its not. The whole table got sent to the opposite corner just because your new big ass roommate tripped over it khkhk

ALSO. ehehehe. HEAR ME OUT.

I was thinking a lot about what would Deadlock eat while he’s on Earth. Since in this au Cybertronians doesn’t know Earth even exists so they didn’t get the chance to hide some snacks on it in advance.

So I got this creepy fucking idea. What if he eats the Quintessons?

Remember how some Quintessons are described as organic and some as robotic? And remember how in Transformers Quintessons are always trying to steal some kind of energy from Cybertron? Sometimes it’s energon, sometimes it��s spark energy, you got the idea. I’m trying to say that Quintessons are clearly compatible to Cybertronian energy sources~

So. Wouldn’t it be wonderfully fucked up if Deadlock had to hunt Quintesson robot monsters, kill them, and then drink their fuel out of their lines? Wouldn’t it be crazy gory and fun to think about hmm

Because yeah no the Earth doesn’t have any energon in it and Deadlock is crash landing there so he doesn’t have enough energon just laying around in his pockets.

[bananastarlo]

yandere Isekai trope part 2

You’re in his house, chains rattling as you try to shift out of the uncomfortable position of being tied to his bed.

What just happened?   

Still trying to wrap your head around the situation, an uneasy dread settles in your stomach. 

I did everything I was supposed to. So why? Why am I still here, still here— with him?

You fight back the tears threatening to spill, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break. 

“Darling?“

No…

When he caught you, there had been something very wrong with his eyes. They were beautiful and glinting with a newfound emotion — but if you looked long enough, you’d see how lifeless and hollow his soul truly was.

Now, as he enters the room with careful steps, his eyes hold the same look they had when you first met him.

Like he hadn’t done what he did. Like he hadn’t…

He crouches down to your level. As you shuffle back as far as the chains allow, hurt flashes across his face. Without another word, he reached out and gently cradled your head in his hand, sighing. He held it like he was afraid you’d break under his touch. You could feel his fingers trembling as he closed his eyes, trying to comfort himself in touching you.

They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.They will understand one day.

They will love me!

He had to repeat these words in his head like a prayer, wishing that if he repeated them enough, heaven would answer and grant him his wish.

He started crying, his hands now grabbing onto your face with so much force, that it started to hurt. “You will understand one day, that I had to do this! I had to do this for us! She wouldn’t leave you alone! She would have ruined what we had!“

You scoffed. “She didn’t do anything. Why wasn’t it me?! It should’ve been me.“

His eyes grew wide as he started to comprehend the words that were just coming out of your mouth.

“Why not you?! How could I ever, ever hurt you?! You are my angel! You were sent from heaven to be with me! How could I ever do something like that to you, when you were so nice to me?! No one has ever shown me what love feels like until you showed up…“

“That’s not love.“

“Yes, it is! 

How can this not be love if you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep?

How can this not be love if every time I speak to you, my heart begins to pound so fast that I can hardly stop myself from pulling you closer?

How can this not be love if I try to seek you in every room I go to?

How can this not be love if your face haunts me, and I would do anything for you!?”

Shit, this guy has officially lost it.

He desperately sobbed.

“Please look at me; I can’t stand it when you don’t look at me.“

As he clutched at your shirt, you endured the process. 

The calmer he became, the less threatening he seemed, you thought, as you brought your own hand up to gently stroke his hair.

His breath hitched as he wore the expression of a kicked puppy.

Eventually, he started to calm down and even fell asleep on top of you. 

He must’ve been really exhausted after throwing such a tantrum.

You liked him better this way, anyway. Now, being asleep he didn’t look like he could ever hurt a fly, so peaceful in his slumber.

But you know better.

You have to get out of here as soon as possible, but how? Should you try further to console him, in hopes he would start to change? Or are you doomed now because of what he did to Lola? Is there any way I can restart and try again? 

These thoughts consumed you as you started to get more and more drowsy, eventually falling asleep. 

GAME FAILED.

Beep Beep Beep

You awaken from your sleep. Stretching your limbs, you are startled to see you’re not in your own room. 

Where am I?

That’s when a screen appears before you:

“In order to leave this place, you must get along with the yandere of this universe and identify—plus avoid—their darling. Good luck again, and don’t get yourself kidnapped or killed.“

Again? Have I been here before? You certainly don’t remember a thing. What a strange place.

If the screen isn’t lying, I’m surely not dead, right? So I can return home. 

A yandere, you scoff. 

What is this, some kind of bad otome game? 

Well, better do as the screen says.

As you stand in front of a classroom, you start to feel a certain familiarity with this place. You can’t quite wrap your head around it, but it feels like you’ve been here before. 

Soon enough, a boy enters the classroom, as you take your seat somewhere in the back. As you stare at him for a few seconds, your heart begins to pound so fast, you fear you might die of shock. 

You tumble to the floor, your hand clutching your heart.

“A-Are you alright? Here take my hand.“

Helplessly gasping for air, you take his hand. He places your arm over his shoulder as he carries you to the nurse‘s office.

As he places you down on the bed, you both wait for the nurse. But all of a sudden, the pain starts to fade from your body. 

“Oh! The pain has already stopped!“

“Really? I’m relieved. You really stressed me out there.“ 

He smiled at you. It was a comforting smile that held a lot of warmth.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t know what happened back there“, you reassured him. 

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again, my angel.“

Huh?

Author's Note: Thanks to Anon for the inspiration!

[kgficz]

Back in Time

Logan Howlett x Reader, Wolverine x Reader

Summary: Set in Days of Future Past; Logan has lost everything, he has lost you. He’s finally been sent back in time to change the future. How can he keep his head straight when he travels back and sees a younger you?

Word Count: 1.6k

Author Note: Reader has heightened strength and ages pretty much as slowly as Logan.

Hearing a knock at the door startled you; no one had come by in years. You shook your head slightly before walking over to the door and cracking it open, wanting to check who it was before you welcomed them with open arms.

“Can I help you..?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, the attitude clearly shown in your tone.

The man gazed down at you, his lips parting as he sucked in a breath. You frowned as he watched you; feeling slightly uncomfortable by how focused he was on your features.

“Hello..” you add, waving a hand in front of his face; causing him to snap out of it.

“Uh.. hi” he replies quickly, his face still showing surprise as he fights the urge to reach out to you.

“What- happened to the school?” He asks, his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed deeply.

“It’s been shut for years” you reply, still keeping the door only slightly open. “Are you a parent?” You add

“Sure as hell hope not” he chuckles, his eyes still fixated on you.

“Where’s the Professor?” He questioned causing you to cock your head.

“What professor?” You ask, playing dumb.

His hand reaches in an attempt to open the door, but you’re quick to push back against it; you’re strength matching his.

“I know he’s here, I need to talk to him” he attempts to explain. You can tell a part of him is holding back as he talks to you.

“He’s busy” you reply, pursing your lips; not trusting this guy.

Soon he pushes through the door, his strength finally winning as he walks past you.

“Hey!” You yell before grabbing his arm and spinning him around to face you. “What do you think you’re doing?” You question with a scowl on your face.

He grins as he looks over your face. “Look, my name is Logan” he begins, “I’ve been sent here to speak with Charles and although you’re incredibly gorgeous, you’re not gonna to stop me” he finishes before turning around and heading up the staircase.

“Don’t you walk away from me” you reply angrily as you storm after him.

You stand in front of him quickly, blocking his way to Charles’ office.

As Logan attempts to move past you, you bring your leg up; kicking him hard in the chest and sending him flying across the stairs into the opposing wall.

He hits the wall with a groan before dropping down; his legs quickly keeping him balanced. You stand tall, prepared to take him on before he smirks.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve done that” he chuckles before coming back over to you. You tilt your head, confused by what he was saying. You sure as shit knew you hadn’t met this guy before.

“You ready to get the hell outta here?” You taunt.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart” he replies.

“I wouldn’t worry about it” you scoff as he continues to walk towards you.

You pulled your arm back before landing a blow to his chest, causing him to stumble. You step forward again, ready to launch another one when he grabs your fist with his hand; squeezing your knuckles. You prepare yourself to kick him again when you’re unfortunately interrupted.

“What’s going on here?” You hear Charles say as he walks around the corner. Logan drops your fist when he looks up.

“Professor..?” Logan mutters.

“Please don’t call me that.” Charles replies quickly.

Your eyes flash between the two of them. “You know this guy?” You question Charles.

“Yeah, he looks- slightly familiar” Charles says as he steps up beside you.

“You can walk..” Logan acknowledges, his eyebrow raising.

“Well, aren’t you perceptive?” Charles replies as he walks past you both and down the stairs. The two of you follow him quickly, although your eyes are focused on Logan.

“This is private property..” Charles begins, turning to face Logan. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that..” Logan replies.

“Because— well, I was sent here for you.”

“You can tell whoever it was that sent you, that I’m busy” Charles replies with a roll of his eyes.

“That’s gonna be a little tricky..” Logan says, “since the person who sent me… was you” he adds.

You and Charles immediately exchange looks; you’re clearly give him the ‘this guy is nuts’ look that he has seen so often.

“What..?” you ask, cocking your head at Logan.

“About 50 years from now” he adds as his eyes lock with yours. Every time he gazes at you.. his eyes soften.

“50 years from now..? What like the future?” Charles laughs.

“Piss off” he adds with another chuckle, looking back over at you.

“If you had your powers right now, you’d know I was telling the truth” Logan states, his eyes moving back to Charles who was now sitting on the staircase in front of him.

“How do you know I don’t have my p-“ Charles begins to question. “Who the hell are you?” He adds, growing frustrated.

“I told you. I know you, Charles” Logan replies, walking over to him. “We’ve been friends for years..” he says before looking over at you.

You were beginning to think he may be telling the truth.

“I know your powers came when you were 9. I know you thought you were going crazy when it started- all the voices in your head” he says, tapping the side of his skull. “And it wasn’t until you were 12 that you realised all the voices were in everyone else’s.” He finishes.

A deep breath escapes you. How did he know this? You didn’t even know this stuff about the Professor.

“Alright.. you’ve peaked my interest. What do you want?” Charles asks cautiously.

“I need your help to stop Raven. We need your help”. Logan answers.

“What does Raven have to do with this..?” You ask in a soft tone, causing Logan’s attention to snap back to you.

“Her power becomes weaponised” he replies, taking in a breath.

He begins to explain what happens. How her actions lead to the downfall of all mutants. That these “machines” begin to adapt to your abilities, hunting you down and taking you out one by one. As he remembers the people he has lost, his eyes fall on you; as though he is trying to memorise the features of your face, the freckles on your cheeks…

The way he looks at you; you begin to feel that he truly does know you.

“Even if we do believe you..” Charles mutters, “Raven won’t listen to me” he concludes.

“I know.. that’s why we’re gonna need Magneto too” Logan says, standing tall.

You let out a huff as he finishes speaking. “Excuse me?” You question. “You do know where he is, right?” you say and he nods.

Charles begins to chuckle to himself as his head hangs down. “He is where he belongs” he replies as he stands up and begin to walk out of the room.

“You’re just gonna walk out?” Logan begins, “the Professor I knew wouldn’t give up on someone who lost their path. Especially someone he loved.” He adds.

You bite the inside of your cheek as he says this, thinking back on Charles and Erik.

“You know.. I think I’m beginning to remember you now. Tall, angry fellow with contentious hair..” Charles begins to reply, “we came to you a long time ago, seeking your help.” He says as he steps closer to Logan.

“I’m gonna say to you, what you said to us then” he says quietly.

“Fuck off”

Logan’s hands reached out, grabbing the scuff of Charles shirt and pulling him towards him. You quickly step forward, your hand grabbing Logan’s arms and squeezing tightly.

Logan’s focus shifts to you for a moment, his jaw clenched before he lets go.

“Listen to me you little shit..” Logan growls, towering over Charles. “I’ve come along way, and watched a lot of people die” he adds, his eyes glancing over at you as the words leave his lips.

“If you want to wallow in self pity, then you’re gonna watch the same thing. Understand?” He says firmly, keeping his eyes away from you as you step back from him; processing his words.

“We all have to die sometime” Charles retorts before walking away.

Your head hands low as you let out a sigh before licking your bottom lip. You watch Charles leave the room before turning back to Logan.

“He’s going through a tough time” you speak quietly, grabbing his attention.

“I’ll speak with him” you add with a gentle tone.

Logan lets out a breath before nodding, accepting that you speaking with him might be the better option. His hands rest on his hips as he takes you in.

“You know… it’s really good to see you” he finally says, acknowledging the fact that he has missed you for a long time now.

“I’m guessing we’re best pals in the future, huh?” You reply with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk.

“Something like that” he replies with a gentle tone.

“I’m sorry about… what you’ve been through..” you say, clenching your jaw as you finish speaking.

“Yeah.. me too” he mumbles quietly. He had never had to fight this hard to not reach out to you, to not pull you into his chest and never let you go.

Holding himself together felt nearly impossible. The only thing that was holding him together was the possibility that at the end of all of this, maybe you’d live. Maybe he would feel whole again.

You feel your heart cracking open as you stare up at him. There was something about him. Something that you trusted for some strange reason you could not explain.

“Well… let’s do something about it” you beam, doing your best to lighten the mood.

His lips crack into a smile as you speak. Seeing you like this; seeing you so full of light… he wouldn’t lose you. Not this time.

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Secrets Are For Grown Ups | Part 4

Mama MacTavish has arrived! Find part 1 here.

CW: None, this chaper.

Waiting for Nyla MacTavish turned into one of the longest bouts of anxiety you had ever experienced. Regret was not quite the word you would use for offering to pick her up from the airport, but it was close. Cousin levels of close, if not siblings.

It had taken her a week to arrange her life enough in Scotland to leave it behind for a time. Neither of you knew how long that would be but you happily offered to pay the outrageous amount to fly her here and home. She had been so kind when you could finally wrangle her into a phone call.

She had handled the news of an unexpected grandson with great aplomb. The offer to fly her out and host her in your home so she could meet the boys had taken flustered her though. You exchanged phone numbers and coordinated her flights and pickup time from the airport. Any cake decorating order you had for today had been prepped as far as it could before you left for the airport.

John, who stayed in the spare room next to yours, had walked out the door as you did.

“Heading to talk to Johnny and Simon. I’ll probably spend the rest of the day with them.” He studies your concerned face, hands wringing your keys between your fingers. “I will text when I will be back so you know whether to lock the door or not.”

“Thanks, John. And thank you again for coming so fast.” A lump forms in your throat as you think of how you would have handled this situation without him.

They deserved answers, were owed them. That didn’t mean you could face them alone.

John had shown up less than two days after you called and offered him a spare room to come and play negotiator between you and his former men. Seeing him again unlocked all the thoughts you had pushed away all those years ago, thoughts about him, Gaz, Roach, Simon, Johnny.

God. Those would be thoughts to discuss in therapy. You would also need to discuss the flutter of attraction that scared the shit out of you when John smiled at you from beyond your front door.

The boys, Jace and Mac, were at school and would be for a while yet. Fighting your way into the airport you cursed the signage that led you to make the loop three times until you could pull into the correct lane for parking. Having never parked at the airport before you were focused on finding the right gate and parking somewhere you would remember.

You managed to get twenty steps away from your car when you remembered you could take a photo of the number/letter combo near your car as to avoid getting lost. Huffing a sigh you turn and trudge back, snapping the photo you need before hurrying off into the liminal hell that all airports were.

You and Nyla had decided to fly her in through New York, giving her a chance to deboard and stretch her legs after the hours-long flight. The shorter flights were easier to schedule though she did have to change airlines once. Every time you saw her plane land you fired off a text asking how it was and if she had found her next gate.

Not a big texter, Johnny’s mom. She replied with one-word answers.

Johnny loved to chat, it surprised you a bit that he must have gotten that trait from his father.

There is no designated waiting space to sit near the luggage claim. You know the idea is ‘get your shit and get out’ but this is the only place to wait for someone arriving and frankly it would feel considerate to offer some seating options. You were spiraling. You knew it but seating arrangements, or lack thereof, in a high-traffic place like the airport seemed a more tackle-able issue than the Tarturus-sized pit in your center.

A new stream of people started to trickle in from beyond the TSA access point. Nyla’s plane had landed nearly thirty minutes ago. When you finally spot her the acid in your stomach jumps. Swallowing back the attempted jailbreak you wave. She is shorter than you expected. Johnny didn’t have too much height on you but Nyla stood eye to eye with you.

She wore the age of her years well. Nyla hugged you with a warmth you craved in any motherly figure. Fighting off tears you hug her back.

“Thank you for calling me lass. Now let’s get home and meet those bairns.” She pulled back from the hug, hands still holding your back.

Johnny got his blue eyes from her. The color brightened by the tears rimming her lashes caught you. She steps back to look for her luggage, you trail behind.

“They are at school for a few more hours but let’s get you settled. They know that a grandma they haven’t met yet is coming. John Price has already arrived.”

The look she sends over your shoulder tells you nothing of her thoughts but has you tucking your lips between your teeth.

“You’re expecting a fight from my boys?” She lifts a large suitcase from the carousel.

Rushing forward you offer to take it from her. Nyla holds you back with a stare that would put any grandmother in the area to shame. She lifts an arm to indicate you should lead the way. Working your way back to the parking structure you answer her question.

“I don’t know what to expect from them.” You shrug and fold your arms across your chest, “John said he had talked to them and they are willing to wait to talk about the whole situation until you arrive.”

“Ah, I am to keep my John in line,” she nods sagely.

You trip over nothing. That thought hadn’t occurred to you. Johnny was more of a hothead, and having his mom here would prevent him from getting too in the weeds of his emotions, at least in your house.

Nyla waits as you right yourself and continue to walk. She offers you a smile brimming with kindness as you glance at her.

The air changes as you step into the parking structure, crisper and coated in gasoline.

“Would you like to know about them? My boys?”

At her nod, you start your nervous babbling. You boys were your proudest achievement.

“They know about you, that you are coming and you are their grandmother. They know that my late husband, Larsen is their dad, but that he didn’t help create them.”

You catch the confusion that flashes across her face as you turn to look at a pillar not seeing the color or number/letter combo you need.

“Larsen and I were clear even from the beginning that the boys are ours but they needed to know and have room for meeting their biological fathers if that ever arose.”

“Ah, wise of you. Most would lie and deny the boys the room for anyone more.”

Seeing the right combo your chest and butt hole relax. Yours and Nyla’s footsteps echo out under the cars filling the vast space.

“I know, but I got lied to a lot as a kid and it ruined a lot of good opportunities for me. Larsen knew that and agreed that they wouldn’t think it was odd until they were old enough for someone to point it out and by then they could ask questions and get answers.” Stopping at the back of your car you pop the trunk. “This is me.”

Once the luggage and the people are settled you start the drive home, tales about the boys from infancy to yesterday fill the car with laughter and a growing shared love. You knew Nyla would love and claim both boys despite only being blood to one. She already felt like good people to you.

The boys took to her as if she had always been around. They fluttered around showing off their lego sets and their homework and their room. They shared the largest room in the house. You and Larsen had set that up when they were born along with a cot to split the care of them in the night. While Nyla settled spectacularly into the role of grandmother, Nan as she asked to be called, you missed Larsen with a fierceness that shocked you.

A text from John pulled you from missing your best friend. He would be home after the boys went to bed. John had also been surprisingly good with the boys, taking to their constant chatter and insistence to play with a smile.

Firing off a text of thanks you settle back into the chaos unfolding before you. Mac had taken one look at Nan Nyla and the gift of legos she brought and handed her a bag and an instruction book to help him and Jace build the Jurrasic Park set.

Part 5

Secrets Masterlist | Masterlist

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Nap now book later

Barbie dolls: Moonwater x gn! Reader

Word: 1.3k

Summary: you’ve been studying too much so your boyfriends pull you from it and make you take a nap

Warnings: regulus has anxiety, uh, regulus gets bullied by the portraits, one singular joke Abt not trusting Peter take it or leave it, tiny mention of rosekiller sorry partyvan fans 💔, regulus has a really hard day, you study too much, possible meal skippage, supposed to be Abt finals but we're kinda pass that so just pretend, dude I think that's it

Remus wasn't exactly one to stress out about his partners’ whereabouts. They usually found their way to him or vice versa. Regulus was particularly elusive so it was more like chasing a puff of smoke than it was trying to find your lovely boyfriend. Remus found comfort in knowing that, if he truly needed to, he could just look at the map.

The simplicity of his day was lifting his lips into a soft smile. He woke up at an acceptable time, not interrupted but James' loud singing. Shockingly. He made it to breakfast and couldn't be happier with Regulus tucked into his side grumbling away about his day. Remus spent some time in the library, picking out new books. Now, he was resting under a large tree, starting one of his new books. He couldn't put his finger on the last time he felt this relaxed on a weekend. 

Regulus was the kind to stress out about his partners’ whereabouts. He worried they'd get into detention, or get into a fight, or trouble, get lost in the forest, drown in the Black Lake, or somehow find a sinkhole.

This morning wasn't so bad. He woke up with Barty in his bed, though Regulus had told Barty to sleep with Evan if he had a nightmare. Crouch wasn't the type to follow instructions it appears. Much worse Barty had been playing with Regulus' hair the whole night. Now his curls were all tangled and pulled.

After Regulus managed to make his hair look moderately acceptable he found his way downstairs to the Great Hall. He plopped next to Remus already complaining about the whole ordeal. How unfortunate it was, Regulus would have to cut Barty's fingers off. It was the only solution. Nothing else could solve this.

Then after breakfast, he tried to calm his nerves with a walk to the Lake but then all he could think about was where you were. You could be anywhere in the entire castle. You hadn't shown up for breakfast. He hadn't seen you anywhere really. Sure it was the weekend but you usually appeared by now. 

Thus, Regulus started frantically searching the castle for you. He whipped his head around every corner, startling a young third-year blossoming couple away from each other.

Regulus asked the portraits, getting nothing but a few of them calling him mean names. One of them made fun of his shoes and he thought of taking it off the wall and throwing it. Eventually after exhausting himself and raising his anxiety to extreme levels, he decided to find Remus and ask him. Regulus knew Remus’ schedule like the back of his hand. The other hand was dedicated to your schedule, of course. Regulus knew it was a weekend but Remus still had routines. Deciphering Remus' location was easy enough. So as soon as Regulus caught a glimpse of Remus' curls under the big tree in the courtyard, he started sprinting towards Remus. 

The loud crunching of leaves is what startled Remus from his book, looking up to find Regulus huffing and puffing right next to him. Remus jumped a little, shocked Regulus was so close already. Remus closed his book and let out a huff, gently reaching out for Regulus. He slid his hand behind Regulus’ calf, staring up at the crazed pale gray eyes. 

“Hello Baby, you alright?” Remus asked. Regulus quickly shook his head, his curls flying this way and that. Remus hummed, it was often Regulus struggled with his anxiety. Regulus let out another huff, finally catching his breath. 

“Do you have the map on you?” Regulus asked, still looking over his shoulders for you. Remus nodded. 

“It's not like I’m giving it to Peter. Can't trust him with his food around stuff like that. He'll get stains on it. Don't even get me started on Sirius.” Remus said, still massaging the back of Regulus’ calf. Regulus huffed and stuck his hands out. Remus took the sign for him to pull the map out already, leaning it over to his school bag. He dug through the contents before finally finding the map and holding it up. Regulus let out a sigh and flopped onto the ground next to Remus. Remus pointed his wand at the map and pulled it open. Luckily it was just cold enough for most students to stay inside. Remus saw a straggler wandering by the other side of the courtyard but they weren't close enough to see anything of importance. 

Regulus’ eyes scanned the map, searching for your name and footprints. Remus stared blankly at the map, not sure who exactly they were looking for. Like a flash of light, Regulus' hand jumped out a gasp flying past his lips. His finger slammed into the map, a crinkling sound following it. Remus looked at it, finding your name. He frowned as Regulus pushed himself off the ground, speed walking off towards the exit of the courtyard. 

Remus quickly followed after him, swinging his bag onto his shoulder and crumpling the map to his chest. Regulus swerved through the halls, bordering sprinting. Remus followed after him, trying to keep his pace but ultimately falling behind. Regulus swung open the Library doors, slipping in and forgetting his boyfriend behind him. Remus sighed and followed suit, pulling open the Library door. 

Remus quietly followed Regulus’ warpath, awkwardly waving at the librarian on the way in. She rolled her eyes and returned to pulling books from the return. Remus skipped ahead, turning the corner to find Regulus standing next to a form that looked quite familiar. Regulus found you. Studying. Still. If his memory serves him right, you left dinner early yesterday to get started. He guessed you probably got kicked out of the Library around curfew and came back to hit the books before breakfast. 

Of course, they both noticed you were studying a lot but they hadn't realized just how bad it was. A little studying was good, a nice few hours was even better, but almost full days? 

Your head was resting on your arm, over a page of review questions. Open books were scattered around you, and your quill was limp in your hand. Remus hated the mess showing off the frantic studying you were putting yourself through. Regulus probably felt similar, glancing over his shoulder to send Remus a look. Regulus dipped down, kissing your cheek and lightly shaking your shoulder. You pulled your head up slowly. Your eyes were still squinted, glancing around the Library to find whoever woke you up. 

“Hello, amour. How long have you been studying?” Regulus asked, rubbing the back of your neck. You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms up as you yawned. Regulus hummed, trying to urge you to answer his question. You shook your head, rubbing the sleep from your face. You looked up to Regulus, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“How long have you been studying, darling?” Remus asked. You grimaced, scrunching up your nose. You sighed and looked down at the spread of books and pages on your table. 

“Um since this morning.” You answered, picking up your quill again. Regulus leaned forward, snatching the quill from your hand. You groaned, reaching for it. Regulus stuck his arm out towards Remus. Remus took the quill, hiding it behind his back. You rolled your eyes and looked back at your books. Remus joined Regulus at his side, keeping the quill away from you. 

“Have you taken any breaks today?” Regulus asked. Your eye darted at him from the side. You stayed silent, pretending like you didn’t hear him. That was plenty of an answer for Remus. Remus leaned forward, closing the book in front of you. You scoffed. 

“I need to study. I have to be ready for the tests.” You said, trying to open the book again. Remus pressed his palm into the cover of the book, making sure you couldn’t open it. You glared at Remus, deciding to pick another book. You opened a history one next to you. Regulus reached over and pulled the book from your hands. You let out a sigh and sat back. 

“Darling, you’re going to do fine. Don’t you know that? You’ve been studying for days. You need to take a break, my love.” Remus said. Regulus held onto your hands, tugging you up from the chair. You complained on the way up yet still let Regulus pull you. Remus pulled his wand from his bag, swishing it at your library table. You paused in your complaints to Regulus, watching the books and papers order themselves into a neat stack. The stack lifted itself from the table, floating to Remus’ side. 

“Let’s go take a nap, mon amour,” Regulus whispered. You furrowed your brows and rolled your eyes at him. Your hands were still trapped in his hold. Regulus dropped one of your hands. You intertwined your fingers with him as he pulled you forward towards the Library exit. Remus followed after you two, steering the stack of books with his wand. 

Regulus tucked you into bed, scooting in behind you. He cradled you in his arms, holding you tightly. Remus set your belongings down before joining you two. He saddled in on the other side of you, cupping your face and smacking a kiss on your forehead. He hoped it would travel through that thick skull of yours and calm your worried brain.  You hummed and leaned closer to him, slipping an arm around his waist. You pressed your cheek into his chest. Remus cooed, holding on to the back of your head. Regulus looked at Remus over your shoulder, giving him a proud, though small, smile. You were resting. Later they’d hide your books so you couldn’t study for the rest of the day. 

[munsons-hellfire]

Forever Together 1 | Poly!Bat Boys

SUMMARY: You didn't think you'd find a mate, let alone three mates. Over the course of the decades it snaps for them first, then snaps for you one at a time until the worst possible thing could every happen. With truths revealed you can finally have the happiness you had always deserved.

PAIRINGS: Bat Boys x Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: Wing clipping (mentioned at the beginning in detail, and mentioned somewhat through out the one shot), mentions of cheating (reader's mother), mentions of abuse (reader's father and brothers), angst, fluff, no smut.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Firstly I feel as though in some parts they might be rushed. I didn't entirely follow the books except for the ending of the third one and I did change the plot line as the bat boys are reader's mate. Feyre has a different mate, and if you'd like more to this story Nesta would be mated to someone else. I have more ideas for this storyline in particular, so let me know if you'd like to see more. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

WORD COUNT: 6.2K Words

Pain. Pain was all you could feel. Blood was what you could smell. Laughter coming from your father and brothers is all you could hear. You didn’t know how you had reached this point. You were leaving for Velaris to see the males you considered family more than your own family. You had your bags in hand and were getting ready to take off when they had attacked you. Your brothers had tackled you down to the ground and held onto you while your father took your wings and clipped them from your body.

You didn’t know you could feel so much pain like you did as they were being cut off. They had taken away the most important thing in your life, and they had all laughed while they did it. They didn’t give you a reason they just did. After taking your wings this disappeared and left you on the outskirts of their camp to die. Moans of pain left your throat as tears cascaded down your cheeks. Your back was on fire, as rain droplets hit the open wounds. Your wet hair covered your face, and your body was covered in mud with bruises forming around your wrist and on your knees.

You rested your forehead against the ground as you continued to cry at the loss of your wings. You knew that Rhys, Cass, and Az were probably worried when you hadn’t showed up. They were your best friends and had been since you had met them before Rhysand had become High Lord. You were lucky to find them when you did, they had given you a second chance to have a family that cared about you. Morrigan had easily become one of your closest friends. Amren didn’t warm up to you at first but she eventually pulled around.

Rhysand had asked that you permanently move to Velaris with them, you had agreed simply because you were afraid of losing your wings. You just wished you had left sooner when the offer left his lips. Now they were gone and you would never be able to feel the wind in your hair as you flew through the sky. You’d never be able to feel the freedom it gave you anymore. It was taken from you, and those males you had called father and brothers had taken from you. Azriel had been flying back to Velaris after a mission when Rhys had spoken to him.

“Y/N hasn’t shown up. Can you find her and bring her home?” Rhys asked the Shadowsinger.

“I’ll bring her home, Rhys.” Azriel adjusted course and headed towards Illyria, towards your camp.

When Azriel changed his course a wave of pain rushed through him and he almost crashed into a tree. He could feel your panic, and he was certain that Rhysand and Cassian could feel it too. Maybe that was why Rhys had spoken to him and asked to look for you. When he got closer he could smell your blood. He knew what had happened almost instantly. He regretted not fighting harder to bring you home weeks ago. The male collapsed to his knees beside you, his scarred hand reaching out to you and moving your wet away from your face.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” He questioned, moving to feel for a pulse.

You didn’t answer, but he sighed when he felt a pulse. It was weak but there. His shadows were just as panicked as he was. Very gently Azriel picked you up from the mud and held onto your body. Azriel called to Rhysand as he moved with his shadows. When he arrived in Velaris he took off to the House of Wind. When he landed outside the house they were all waiting. Fear had been etched into each of their faces as they all took you in. The blood had somewhat clotted but in some areas it was still gliding down your back. Mor took in your state, your face pale from the bloodloss.

“What happened?” Was all the female had managed to get out. Anger had made its way onto Rhysand and Cassian’s face as they stared at them.

“I don’t know. I think she was attacked, they clipped her wings.” Azriel explained, a sob ran through your throat at the words that left his mouth. You clung onto Azriel tighter. But it wasn’t enough, you felt yourself slipping, the voices around you growing distant. Everything disappeared, you were alone in complete darkness. But one thing remained that you held onto, a golden string that tied you to three males.

Cassian was pacing the hallway, Rhys and Azriel sat next to each other watching the male. Mor and Amren sat in the living room, waiting. Madja and a few other healers were in the room working on your back. Cassian stopped moving when your screams ripped through his ears. It pained him to not be in there with you.

“Do you know who did it?” Cassian finally asked, closing his eyes fighting the urge to run into the room to be with you.

“No.” Azriel’s jaw clenched. “Though I have a feeling her family was responsible. Something happened for them to act the way that they did. Attacking her at night when she’s set to leave knowing she’d never return.” Azriel added.

“I want the entire family brought to Hewn City and locked up until we can figure out what to do with them. I don’t care who did this, they will pay for taking away the one thing that meant the most to her.” Rhysand ordered sharing a look with his Spymaster and his General.

“I can go get them right now and lock them up until we’re ready to talk to them.” Azriel said, though he didn’t want to leave you. Hearing your screams of agony was killing him just as much as it had been Rhys and Cass. He needed something to distract him until Madja and the other healers had done what they could. Rhys gave a simple nod of his head.

Before Azriel could leave another scream escaped your lips, he allowed a shadow to leave him and stay in the room with you. The shadowsinger watched as it slipped under the door. It found a spot on your neck, helping you cool down. With that Azriel disappeared moving into the shadows to find the ones that had taken your wings for their own sick game. Though he had no doubt in his mind that your father was getting ready to place them on the mantle in your home as a prize.

“We can’t tell her about the bond, not now anyway.” Cassian mumbled as he sat down next to his High Lord.

Rhysand turned, his violet eyes searching hazel eyes. The mating bond had snapped for them all at once a few weeks ago when they were with you. They had shown up to the war camp and taken you to the cabin where Mor and Amren already were. It had been such a fun time for you and all of them. To be able to spend free time without the fear of your father looming over you. You were completely wasted alongside Mor, the two of you dancing and singing not a car in the world. And as the three males stared up at you with your arms wrapped around Mor laughter falling from your lips that golden string connected the three males to you and to each other.

The confusion was clear as day when it happened, and you were completely oblivious to it. In the coming days after discovering the bond the three males had managed to work through what they felt, they were better now because of it. But they wanted you to know, they didn’t want to force the bond, but keeping it from you would only anger you so they agreed to tell you when you had come home to them. Rhysand reached out for Cassian’s hand and held it tightly in his.

“We’ll tell her after she gets through this. She’s going to need all of us, Mor and Amren included.” Cassian gave a nod of his head. The affection that each male received from each other since the bond had snapped was still very new, however it was a welcome surprise. Finally the doors opened and Madja stepped out. Her eyes landed on the High Lord and the General.

“How is she?” Cassian was the first to ask the question, needing to break the silence both between them and in his mind.

“She’ll pull through. Though she’ll be in pain for a few days, it’s best for her to rest while the scars heal. She’s also asking for you two and the spymaster.” Madja explained, looking between the two males.

“Az, get back here now.” Rhysand’s words were firm but an order. Luckily he had your parents and brothers locked in cells in Hewn City. They would most likely be waiting a few days in the cells.

“I’m on my way.” Was all he said.

Rhysand watched Madja and the other healers disappear, leaving them in the hallway. He could hear Madja talking to Mor and Amren, most likely explaining what she had explained to Rhysand and Cassian. The two males finally walked in, the door closed behind them. You were in the center of the bed, laying on your stomach. Your eyes were closed, sweat was falling down your forehead. Bandages covered your back where your wings had once been. They moved closer to the bed but stopped.

Azriel appeared in the corner of the room, his shadows surrounding him, talking to him, “safe”. They’d said, and you were and you would be from now on. Finally you opened your eyes and stared at the three males that stood before you. Sorrow rested in their eyes as they continued to stare at you. They could feel your pain through the bond, feel how much it  was killing you to not feel them on your back anymore. These next few months were going to be hell but you were thankful to have these three males by your side.

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Rhysand stood in a dark room with Cassian and Azriel behind him. The High Lord was staring down at your father. He had talked to your mother and brothers but none of them had said an ounce of anything. A few days after you had gotten enough sleep and had healed somewhat Rhys had brought up the topic of what to do with your family. You had given the decision to the male considering you could never look at any of them again. So here they were trying to get to the bottom of why your wings had been completely clipped from your body.

“Why did you do it?” Rhys’ voice was powerful as the question swam around the dark room.

The male glared at Rhysand, then his eyes fell onto Cassian and Azriel. Finally after hours of asking the same question the male snapped and shared his true intentions behind your wing clipping.

“Because she is a bastard child, never should she have been born. But who was I to deny my wife another babe? I should’ve seen it though. She looks nothing like me.” His voice was cold and his eyes were dark. This information that he had discovered was something the three males needed to know without realizing it.

“What are you talking about?” Cassian urged, taking a step forward but still holding his ground behind Rhysand.

“The female that you consider a friend, she isn’t my daughter. She belongs to that High Lord in the Day Court. According to my wife she had gotten pregnant when she went to visit some friends in the Day Court.” The male paused clenching his fist as he thought about it. “I should’ve picked up on it sooner.”

Azriel and Cassian had shocked expressions on their faces as the words ran through their pointed ears. They quickly put on a neutral mask to hide the shock.

“You’re saying that Y/N is the princess of Helion?” Rhysand asked, trying not to let his voice falter.

“Unfortunately.”

“Why did you take her wings from her?” Azriel asked.

“She didn’t deserve those wings. She didn’t deserve to have any trace of those wings. That female got what was coming to her. I only wished I had ended her life that night instead of taking her wings from her.” He seethed, staring at the males.

Rhysand leaned forward and lifted his hand to the male’s head and slammed it into the table, breaking his nose. “You took away the only thing that meant everything to her you damned bastard.” Cassian and Azriel were quick to pull their High Lord from the male and out of the room. When they were no longer in the room the two males let go of Rhysand. They stared at him intently as his emotions flew down the bridge between them.

“What are we going to do with them?” Cassian was the first to break the silence between them.

“They’ll stay locked up. And we’re telling Y/N everything. She deserves to know the truth about her father, about who he actually is. But not today. Let her rest today. We’ll tell her in a few days.” Cassian and Azriel gave a nod to Rhysand.

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They had done just that, allowing you to take in the new information of who your real father was. You had taken the news better than they thought you would. Somewhere deep down you had always known that the male that raised you wasn’t your father. And now there was a chance for you to have a relationship with your biological father. In the days since you had started your recovery they had decided to keep the mating bond from you just until you had healed back to full strength.

It would see that fate would have other plans for the four of you. A few days after your recovery had started Rhysand had left for a party. He had received an invite from Amarantha herself. You had tried to get Rhys to stay with you and the others, you needed him more than ever (though you still weren’t sure why). But his duty as High Lord rose above, he promised you, Cassian, and Azriel that he’d be back before they knew it. He made it clear to Cassian and Azriel that they’d discuss the mating bond with you when he got back as he no longer could keep it hidden and honestly neither could they.

When Rhys had been locked up Under the Mountain and you all had been locked in, Velaris, not able to leave. Things changed. The bond had snapped into place for you with only one of them. It had snapped one day when you were out on the roof training with Cassian, he had knocked you down and held you down to the mats staring into your eyes. The wind had been knocked right out of you when you looked back up at the General. That was when it all came out to you, the truth. Azriel stood near the two of you.

“How long?” You asked, still staring at Cassian.

“We’ve known since the Cabin. It snapped for the three of us at the same time when you were dancing with Mor in the living room by the fire.” Cassian explained as he moved back from you allowing you room to breathe and process the information.

“You’ve all known I was your mate since before my wings were taken and you didn’t say anything?” You looked between Cassian and Azriel, you still only felt the bond between you and Cassian but it was strong. They both gave a small nod.

“We were going to tell you that night, the night I found you in the rain bleeding, crying out at the loss of your wings. But you were so broken, and having found out that Helion was your father we couldn’t tell you. We all felt that it was too much stress to have you under and we didn’t want to put you under the pressure of the mating bond. Rhys said we would tell you when he came home from the party but now who knows what’ll happen.” Azriel said.

You could see the pain in both of their eyes and while you were missing Rhys more than anything right now. You could see just how much they missed Rhys because they had felt the bond snap for them, they were connected to each other and it was only now that one of them had snapped for you. It was just Cassian and not Azriel and Rhysand. Your heart ached just thinking about it. About when the bond would snap for you. But right now you need time to clear your head.

“I need time to process this.” You breathed out, dropping your head into your hands. “I only felt the bond between Cass and I snap.” You paused looking up at Az. “I don’t doubt that all three of you are my mates, that we are mates for each other. I will admit that the Cauldron had blessed us with this mating bond. But I know that you and Rhys will snap for me when the time is right. But for now I need time to process.”

“You will have it, we’ll give you as much time as you need.” Cassian exhaled.

“We’ll wait however long it takes.” Azriel added.

Later that day you had found yourself in the kitchen making dinner for everyone. Mor and Amren were in the living room with Cassian and Azriel. You had found that cooking had helped you find some semblance of peace. It cleared your mind and allowed you to think properly. What you hadn’t expected was to feel the return of something you had missed for so long. You stopped what you were doing walking into the living room and staring towards the door.

Mor noticed you first, she stood from the couch and walked over to you. She grasped a hold of your hand as tears started to fall from your face. Rhysand stood there near the front door, a male behind him. Rhys’ eyes were panicked as he looked for each mate. Mor finally turned to see what you had been looking at.

“Rhys.” You breathed out. Cassian and Azriel had already been staring at their mate. You felt the tug of the bond through Cassian, his happiness flowing through it. You left Mor’s side and ran to him, colliding into his body and hugging him tightly. He hesitated hugging you back, something you, Cassian and Azriel had picked up on. But then your thoughts washed away when he hugged you back. Then you took in the male that stood behind Rhys, when you pulled away from him he noticed the confused look on his face.

“This is Ryder, he is my friend. Feyre is his mate, the one who saved all of us. He was kicked out of his court because he attended the party with his High Lord.” Rhysand started to explain.

“It was more like I went against the wishes of Beron. I couldn’t stand the male anymore.” He said, looking at the ones that stared at him.

“Welcome, I was just finishing setting dinner out, please join us.” You said softly. Rhys found his heart skipping a beat at your kindness towards someone you had just met. You walked away from them, Mor followed behind to help bring the food out. When you disappeared, and Ryder walked with Amren over to the table, Rhysand's eyes found Cassian and Azriel staring at him.

“We have a lot to discuss but not tonight.” Rhysand said, the two gave a nod of understanding.

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In the months since Rhys had been freed a war had been looming over everyone’s heads. Feyre Archeron had after a few months had officially joined the Night Court leaving Tamlin behind. Things were changing and you could feel it. But then it happened, you were on the ground near Rhysand tears spilling out of your eyes. Cassian and Azriel were both hurt and the Feyre’s sister’s had been forced into the Cauldron.

But you couldn’t focus on anything else, not when the bond for you and Azriel had finally snapped into place. You were now tied to Cassian and Azriel, but now you might lose both of them. A sob escaped your lips. You looked up as the Hybern king walked towards you. He pushed Rhysand out of the way and grabbed a hold of your chin lifting it towards his face.

“What a surprise? Mated to three males, but only two have snapped into place. Two of whom might die.” His words ran around the room and shock fell onto some faces.

“You don’t know anything, bastard.” You spat, choosing at that moment to put yourself together. This had been why Rhys had made you High Lady. He knew that you had known about the mating bond and while you had fully accepted it you had still been waiting for it to snap between you and Azriel and you and Rhysand. The High Lord knew you would make a wonderful High Lady as his equal.

“Don’t I?” He taunted. “Your wings were taken from you because your father discovered that you were the princess of the High Lord over in Day Court. You're mated to three males. You little shining star are easy to read. Your face gives away everything, and so does your father.” Your heart stopped beating as you looked at the male that still held onto your chin.

“What are you talking about?” The confusion was evident in your voice.

“Well someone let go of your brothers and parents when Rhysand was trapped in the Mountain. And let's just say they joined my army. Though I can’t say the same for your mother. She put up a fight but it was easy for my niece and nephew to squash her brain like it was nothing. She was given a worthless death.”

“No.” Was all you could manage to say. You could feel something running through your body but nothing could escape. You just kneeled there not believing that your mother had been taken from this world. The Hybern King had been hoping that some of your power from your true father might escape at the mention of your mothers death but nothing happened.

“I guess your mother wasn’t important. Maybe I should kill the shadowsinger. Or how about the general since he was the first to snap for you. Maybe he’d be the one to bring forth your power.”

You moved your hand behind your back as you lifted your face glaring at the male before you. Rhysand, Feyre and Ryder watched and pulled a small dagger out of hiding. Slowly you stood from the floor to better match up to him.

“You will not lay a hand on any of my mates because if you do, I will make sure you die a slow and painful death.” As those words left your mouth you pulled your hand back and managed to throw the blade into the male’s chest. He roared back in pain and it had been enough of a scene for everyone to make it out. Rhysand wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you with him.

Your eyes found Feyre and she gave a nod to you. This plan had been exactly what the three of you had discussed. Minus the injuries to Cassian and Azriel. Upon winnowing back to Velaris you collapsed to the ground finally breaking at the loss of your mother. You couldn’t do it in front of them, you know they were in the shadows watching. And you couldn’t give them that satisfaction. Rhys wrapped himself around you and held tightly as you sobbed into his chest.

“She’s gone.” She whispered, another sob leaving your mouth.

Rhys didn’t say anything, he just held onto you while the others made themselves useful making sure Madja was helping Cassian and Azriel. You pulled back and looked into Rhys’ violet eyes.

“I know the war is coming. I can’t lose any of you, I won’t allow it to happen.” Your lower lip quivered.

“Nothing will happen.” But you and Rhys knew that it was inevitable. That someone would die.

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You stood next to your father, Helion. He had come to see you before the battle started. As he looked at you, he could see the glimpse of your mother on your face.

“Did you love her?” You asked, staring into his golden eyes.

“Your mother was one of my many lovers when she’d come to visit my Court. But she held a special place in my heart. And even though she’s no longer here with us there’s a piece of her in you.”

Helion paused as you processed his words. Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel stood not far off from you and Helion. They could hear the conversation between you two.

“When this is over I’d like to get to know my daughter more. Only if you are okay with that, my little sunshine.” A smile graced your lips as you stared at the make you’d be happy to call your father.

“I’d be happy to do that. I’d like to get to know my real father. I’d like to know what I could’ve had with you in your Court.”

“As my first born you would be High Lady when I step down.”

“No.” The word was stern as it came out of your mouth. You couldn’t take that duty over not only because you were already High Lady of the Night Court, but because you knew Helion had a son as well. You had been told by Feyre and Ryder that Lucien was in fact the prince of the Day Court, that meant that you had a half brother. “I am already High Lady and I do not plan to step down from that position for a long time.”

“Very well.” Helion looked back at the three males that were -almost- your mates. “Do they treat you well?”

You turned to follow his gaze, the males looked away pretending to do something, to act like they weren’t listening in on your conversation when you knew very well that they were. You released a laugh, it had caught their pointed ears and the three males gazed back over to you. The love was ever so clear in each of their eyes, and while the bond might not have snapped for you with Rhys yet; but you knew one thing for certain. You were going to accept the bond with all three of them. You turned back to Helion as he placed his amber eyes on you.

“Even before I knew that we were mates I knew that I had loved each of them for different reasons. And to know that we are mates had heightened that love. I’d go out onto that battlefield and die for them if it meant a better tomorrow and I knew that they’d do the same for me. I may have lost my wings but one way or another they saved me in every way they could.”

“That’s wonderful news my little sunshine. I may not have been part of your life, I wish I could’ve been because I would’ve taken you and your mother away before they ever took your wings from you.”

“I wouldn’t change any of the things that have happened to me. I may not have liked them at the time it happened and what happened with my wings, it was painful to go through but I pulled through. I wish Rhys had been there for my recovery but he was going through worse at the time and so were you. I have learned to move through my trauma and it is because of my mates that I have healed.”

The three males behind you had the biggest smiles on their lips as you explained all of this to your father. “Maybe when you come over to the Day Court to visit we can figure out if you have my shape-shifting ability, if you do then you might be able to shift Illyrian wings onto your back once more and fly through the sky again.”

Your heart beat fast against your chest, it felt like it was going to break through at the mention of it. Cassian stepped forward, joining in on the conversation.

“She could do that?” He asked, his hazel eyes switching to Helion then back to you.

“It’s possible. If Feyre has the ability to shift Illyrian wings on her back then I have no doubt that Y/N could too.” Your knees were going to buckle, you could feel it so you made quick movement and pulled your father into a hug. The first of many for sure. He was shocked at first but eventually he hugged you back. “Now I must go ready my army. I’ll see you out there.”

You watched silently as your father winnowed away, you turned towards the three males. They came over to you gathering around in a circle. You grabbed a hold of Rhys hand, and Cassian’s hand. Azriel stood across from you holding onto Cassian’s and Rhys as well. You looked at each of them taking in this moment before your friends would join.

“I love you all, and I need you to know that before this battle. If one of us doesn’t make it…” You closed your eyes trying to hold back your tears. “I couldn’t go onto that battlefield not admitting to you all that I love you. Regardless of the mating bond not yet snapping for me and Rhys, I love you.”

“We love you too, darling Y/N.” Rhys said, squeezing your hand tightly. You smiled at him as the others joined in the circle and more words were spoken.

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The battle had raged on, you were separated from Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian. Blood, mud, and grim covered your body and you knew you’d need a bath after this was over. The bond was over the place causing you to panic. You could feel strings tying you to three males, tying you to Azriel, Cassian, and finally Rhysand. A little laugh left your mouth as you threw your sword into one of the Hybern men.

But it didn’t last, something was wrong you could feel it. You knew Cassian had been injured, Rhys had told you via thoughts. But this was Rhys, you could feel something wrong. Especially when his voice came in through your mind and sure enough Cassian and Azriel as well, he was using the bond between the four of you.

“I love you all.” He whispered in your minds. “I love you, more than anything.”

Helion was suddenly next to you, arms wrapping around you he winnowed to where Rhys had been with Feyre. You let go of your father running over to your mate sliding down on your knees.

“He offered his power to allow me to repair the Cauldron.” Feyre’s voice was running through your ears but you couldn’t hear it because you couldn’t feel Rhys, seconds later Az and Cass were there. Tears in their eyes as they looked down at their dead mate.

“No. No. No. Rhys, come back to me, come back to us. Please, we can’t lose you.” You cried out pulling the male into your body. You couldn’t feel anything, couldn’t feel him through the bond, couldn't feel a heartbeat. He was gone, and this was the worst feeling in the world for you, for Azriel, and for Cassian. The two were on their knees watching you cry over Rhys. Tarquin and Helion kneeled down next to you.

“He’s gone, Y/N.” Helion said first, a sob followed after the words left his mouth. You looked at the two High Lord’s as they stared at you.

“No.” You said, shaking your head, tears falling down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” Tarquin spoke.

You looked back at Rhysand as those words broke you. You screamed at the top of your lungs, as loud as you could. Power flowed through your body, it lit up covering every inch of you as you screamed for the loss of a mate. Tarquin and Helion backed away from you, the power pushed out of your body and turned into an orb shooting to the sky before bursting into a firework. You rested your forehead on his. Finally Azriel moved over to you, as did Cassian despite his injury. The two tried to pull you from Rhysand so they could hold onto you but you refused.

“Bring him back.” You shouted, looking at the lords around you. This was not ending, this was not meant to be the ending he got. Not when you had finally felt the bond between you and Rhysand. Not when the four of you could finally be happy together after so long. The High Lords didn’t say anything, you could only feel their gazes on you. “Bring him back. You did it for Feyre, you can do it for him.”

“She was human.” Helion said, looking down at you. He could see the heartbreak over your entire face. Over your mates faces as well. “It is not the same─”

“I don’t care. Do it. I can’t lose him, I won’t. Please, father.” You looked up at him, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them. Helion felt his heart squeeze tightly at the new title. It had been something he never imagined could be possible until this moment.

Your eyes found Feyre, you didn’t need to say anything to understand what she would do to help you, Cassian and Azriel get your mate back. Tarquin stepped forward, eyes on you.

“For what he gave,” Tarquin whispered. “Today and for many years before.” You watched as a seed of light appeared in Tarquin’s palm. More tears escaped from your eyes rolling down your cheeks as you watched the light fall down into Rhys’ throat vanishing into his skin. One by one the High Lords started to offer up a seed of light repeating what Tarquin had done. You heard Feyre talking but were trying to feel out the bond for Rhys to listen in.

When Tamlin came up she begged for you, the two of you had become best of friends over the last few months and while she couldn’t understand the loss of a mate because Ryder was right next to her he understood the pain of almost losing a mate. Feyre couldn’t let you go through that pain. You glanced at Tamlin as he dropped the seed of light into Rhys’ mouth.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Take care of her.” Tamlin said, as he looked back at Feyre while Ryder held onto her.

“I will.” You placed your head on his chest, closing your eyes, waiting. Cassian and Azriel kept their eyes trained on Rhysand also waiting. In fact everyone had been waiting. But you could feel it, the thud of the bond growing brighter and brighter for the four of you. You glanced at Az and Cass to see the same reaction on their faces. Then you felt it, the graze of his hand on your back. A soft touch and something you never wanted to let go of.

Then Rhys groaned, “If we’re all here, either things went very, very wrong or very right.” Cassian released a broken laugh, he and Azriel placed a hand on top of your hand that was connected to Rhys’. You didn’t let Rhys go, nor did you open your eyes to look at him. You breathed him in as you felt his heart beat against his chest, against your ear. The tears still streamed down your face, but were falling onto his leathers. “You lot will be pleased to know… My power remains my own. No thieving here.”

“You do know how to make an entrance,” Helion started. “Or should I say exit.” That earned a glare from you, your eyes had opened and you had looked up at your father.

“You’re horrible.” Viviane snapped. “That’s not even remotely funny.”

“I meant no harm by it.” Helion paused and became serious as he looked down at the three males that would soon become his son-in-laws once they were mated to his daughter. “Do not hurt her like that again. And that goes for you Shadowsinger, and you General.” The three males gave a nod to your father. Finally Rhysand called your name, for the first time since he had come back you looked at him.

“I’m here, my loves.” He said as he looked at the three of you. His violet eyes lingered on you.

“Good, I don’t want to see what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come back.” Cassian whispered.

“So, does this mean we can finally accept the mating bond?” Rhys asked, a smirk on his lips as he continued to switch at who he was looking at. You looked at Azriel who gave a nod, then at Cassian who did the same. Finally you looked back at Rhys.

“If it means we get forever together then I can’t wait to accept the mating bond. I don’t wish to live in a world where none of you exist. And I don’t wish to live another day without being able to call you mine forever.” You smiled at them, the smile never leaving your lips even as you returned back home.

Part 2

[eueuphoriaz]

This is something I have been thinking about after watching a video of a Japanese fan analysing if Eren had told Hange about his Rumbling plan. There, they made reference to this panel in the manga.

So apparently, these memory shards from Eren (Chap 130 if I remember correctly), are what he saw of the future when he kissed Historia's hand.

Now, we can match these memory shards in Eren's perspective with the events that happened after that, except for the one with Falco and Hange.

I had been very curious why the perspective of Falco is that of the bird flying across him, which was the opening scene for Season 4.

There, Falco had some memories of the Survey corps in the Paradise.

Of course, anime-wise, it could be a bridge for story continuation. But if I think of possible intention from the author in the manga, it could also mean some form of contact with Eren, whether it is in human form or via the Paths, or some form of contact that is not shown. I do not think that he transformed into the bird and thats why the perspective of Falco is as such, but likely he made contact with him via the Path while Falco is lying down injured.

So, what about the one with Hange. In that video, a few points were brought up:

1) Hange was wearing her cape, meaning she was in combat state when the contact with Eren happened

2) She was depicted with the eye-patch and without goggles or glasses. Now, the analysis shared that it could be an emotional meeting (cos Isayama did mention that Hange view the world via her glasses which acts as a filter to her inner emotions), one where Eren told Hange that she is going to die. And Hange, knowing Eren's helplessness and what is going to happen gets emotional.

3) The video then conclude that Eren did meet up with Hange in the Paths and discussed his plans with her. It was also observed that both Eren and Hange concluded that the Rumbling happen because Eren is an idiot (not because he wanted to save Humanity, Paradise Island or his friends).

So, when did Eren possibly met up with Hange?

This question has been bugging me for a while, and here are my take on Eren's memory shard of Hange.

1) Suppose he met up with Hange via the Path, like with Falco, then the timeline would be when she is wearing the cape.

2) Now, we know that Hange was taken by Floch and the Jeagerists to see Shadis first. She was not wearing the cape then. Thereafter, when she led Floch to find Levi ans Zeke, she was in her cape. And glasses.

Now, it is likely that she didnt get to change to her goggles, or that after being Commander, she started to wear her glasses more. But I thought it was significant because the glasses kind of signify the non-combative side of Hange in this situation.

Anyway, thinking in terms of the timeline, there is this cut of Eren which caught my attention.

3) This scene was after the scenes where Eren pushed away Armin and Mikasa, Zeke screamed and Levi commenced his fight with him, and Hange on the way to bring Floch to Zeke after Shadis got bullied by Floch.

One can also think that he is just waiting. But I feel that at this moment, Eren know that his end is inevitable.

If I think on a very broad perspective, Eren has already laid his chess pieces for both the Rumbling and the Alliance to stop the Rumbling. He has:-

- Keep Armin, Mikasa and the 104 safe by locking them in the cell

- Separated Levi and Zeke cos he needed Zeke to activate the Rumbling.

So, the unknown factor here is if Levi can survive Zeke's suicide explosion. Because Levi is also important in ending his life towards the end. He needed Levi to be alive, and the only thing he needed to make sure is that someone can find and save him.

4) So this is where I think Eren connected with Hange via the Paths and let her know about the future. I also believe that he wanted to know the determination of Hange to find and save Levi, while putting her life at risk, similar to how he may have connected with Falco, who also played an important part in the Marley arc of the story. He needed these important pieces to move his next step.

So I think that Hange and Eren had a heated discussion and that is where we see an emotional Hange in the memory shard. And I think that is why both of them concluded, he is just an idiot who is helpless against all the things that will happen.

(Levihan lens is on!!)

So I do think that Eren, once knowing that Hange will go all out to save Levi, then erased her memory and the sequence of events followed as what was depicted. This is because he knows that when Hange sees a mortally wounded Levi, she will make a decision that is driven by her feelings that she hide deeply, or not even aware of until she realises it. It could also be her response knowing that Levi could die because of the explosion.

5) So, why do I say that Hange's intention is important? Why didnt he let Hange know when he was in the cell and doing his very cool hairdo? I feel that he is waiting for triggers that would signify the next steps. And all these are not in his control. Like Floch is the one making sure his plans work, so he can only rely on Floch when he is in jail. Same thing, he needed to rely on Hange to reach the final scene that he sees in the future memories, whether it is saving Levi or forming the Alliance.

6) I believe that he wanted to make sure that Zeke is alive. But with Founder Ymir repairing the Titan that Zeke ripped apart and then sending that Titan to revive Zeke, I think this is something he realised that his future's death may not happen because if Zeke is alive and Levi died, Eren will not die at Mikasa's hands without Levi's help.

That memory shard of Hange could well represent something else totally. But it will be so interesting to think, what did happened in that memory of Eren's with Hange that she is so flustered and emotional.

[literaryslapshot]

down bad with rafe cameron omgggg

"fuck it, i was in love" | poetic prompts | warnings: mentions of rafe beating someone up bc he's down bad and drunk

"rafe," you sighed, in disappointment again.

this wasn't the first time he's shown up at your door step, bloody knuckles, dirty shirt, with alcohol on his breath. at this point is was at least once a month.

but, it's not like he could go home like this, because he doesn't have anyone there to take care of him like you do. you've given him a key to the place you rent that's not too far from tannyhill. he appreciates it, more than he has the vocabulary to describe.

"why do you do this?" you asked; you ask it every time. you get out the first aid kid, clean his cuts that just got healed, and you think to yourself why he's doing this. "they should ban you from bars if all you're gonna do is pick fights. i don't understand, you've got such a hot temper and-"

"fuck it, i was in love." he cuts you off, his mouth barely open when he speaks. his eyes were blown and his hand was lightly twitching. his words make you stop what you're doing, stare deep into his soul with his admission. "fuckin' loser kept...kept talking about you. didn't like what he was saying so i knocked his teeth in. then i told him he's a poor nobody who doesn't have a right to talk about the woman i love."

a grin came across his lips when he talked, recalling the memory of the satisfaction he felt just an hour ago. even though he's tipsy, and he's getting more drunk by the minute, he is very aware of what he is saying. he knows exactly what is coming out of his mouth with every syllable that rolls off his tongue.

"when're you gonna go out with me, y/n?"

"no- you can't just say you love me then say that- what the fuck rafe?" you take his other hand in yours and aggressively wipe the alcohol pad over his cuts making him hiss, pulling it back toward his chest.

"m'sorry i'm just now telling you." he mumbles, looking down at his lap. "i've been down bad for a long time. nobody treats me like you do."

a grin comes to your lips and you feel a million little butterflies flying around in your stomach. "i love you too. took you long enough to tell me, rafe."

he chuckles, looking up at you and letting you finish cleaning his cuts. he watches how you tenderly bandage him, just like every time before. "promise me you won't go do this again?" you stick up your pinkie and he wraps his own around yours.

"i'll try my best." he pulls your hand in and he places a delicate kiss atop your hand, placing it on his cheek. "so about that date?"

[apocalyp-tech-a]

Remember in Season 1, Episode 1 Aftermath, Tech says "I am merely stating a theoretical hypothesis based on factual data?" Well, that's what I did, I made a "logical conclusion." From Lama Su coming back when we thought he was dead to the infamous "domicile," it was all factual evidence that was meant to push us in a direction of hoping that Tech would return and that CX-2 could be the way he does it. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. There's an underlying reason that I love Tech not based on just his handsome looks. I don't claim to have an exceptional mind like him and I don't intend to convince anyone that CX-2 was Tech, but I do want to explain how it could be construed through the way that character was presented as well as the possibility of Tech's return in general, that he could have been and none of us were wrong or "losers" to think so.

45 70 Reasons and more well on the way, lol...

General reasons:

*Tech is never seen actually dying.

*Hemlock being untrustworthy source of death certificate.

*The return of many thought to be dead characters in past Star Wars from Darth Maul who was sliced in half to Lama Su - the door closed on him and we thought he was getting shot by troopers only to show up alive later and this happened in The Bad Batch itself.

*CX-2 is shown walking toward the 'light' after dropping off Omega, symbolically toward a future redemption. @astrovoidy

*Height change on starwars.com

*The word 'dead' danced around on official sites and by BB employees

*the similarities to Winter soldier @on-a-quest

*the cryptic tweets that showcased reborn characters like Gandalf

*The official poster of CX-2 shows him in 'good' light. @eriexplosion AND CX-2 is shown looking up and to the side the way the original CF99 members are positioned and facing in their poster as if CX-2 is also a CF99 member

*other people in professional settings like New Rock Stars on youtube thought the same exact thing as well as casual viewers

*the large focus on CX-2, over multiple episodes

*misleading title of last episode "The Cavalry Has Arrived"

*Tech being smart enough to find a solution

*If Season 2 could be compared to Empire Strikes Back, Tech was taken from us the way Han Solo was, but Han Solo was returned so surely Tech would be as well

*no one expected a main ensemble character permadeath

*the fight with Crosshair music had hints of "Plan 99" in it

*Tech’s whole big conversation with Romar was about culture and memory, and he helped Romar restoring a data repository. Between the implication that Tech would have lost his memories and Phee saying, “Tech’s brain was the databank, not mine,” you could easily see that as foreshadowing for Tech getting his memories back. @heyclickadee

*All the little one line reminders and goggles shots up through episode twelve only serve to make the audience want Tech back. They aren’t closure, they’re reminders of his absence. [Tech never being quite mourned.] @heyclickadee

*The goggles are lit, or look like they’re lit, in every scene they’re in except the last one, which sure makes all those earlier shots deliberate. @heyclickadee *CX-2 could have killed all of them at different moments, but chose not to (shooting pilot instead of Hunter for example)

Physical and character similarities:

*the shrimp posture

*the kick in the fight similar to droid kick in S1E1

*the similar hand to hand combat style

*the shooting accuracy- ipsium cave/ plan 99

*the elegant deliberate movement especially of hands and fingers

*the animated head and body when speaking

*the helmet – even has his hairline @jorolle

*the viewfinder similar to Tech's and utilized just as often

*the pouches(!!!)

*the limberness and agility

*the confident capability

*the crouching/getting on one knee - Tech is an infamous croucher!

*the deviant nature – ignoring orders

*the technology know how

*the flying – some say the turn on Teth was a Tech Turn

*the extraness of tool/weapon twirl

*armpad like Tech's datapad @wolveria

*CX-2's ship has similarities to the Marauder @wolveria

*Tech CC-9902 / CX-2 - both end in 2 @wolveria

*We are reminded this season that Tech was especially good at decryption. What do we see CX-2 doing on Phee’s ship? Yeah. @heyclickadee

*Season two went out of its way to establish that Tech has a high pain tolerance, is a good close range fighter (he won a life-or-death fight with a guy when he had that broken femur), quick processing speed, and is an excellent shot. All skills we see CX-2 exhibit. @heyclickadee

The 'British' accent, speech inflection, pronunciation. and vocabulary (this alone is enough to convince anyone...):

'You better get back HERE." - "I know the girl is HERE."

"The fifth IS Omega." - "The girl IS alive."

"Who are you?" - "Who are you?"

"Naveecomputah." - "Neveecomputah."

"DOMICILE." - "DOMICLE."

Cinematic framing similarities:

*the limping

*the coming out of the water @lilacjunimo

*hooking the rappel hook rappelling down was like dangling off the rail car

*the boulder moving

*helmet viewpoint from CX-2 in finale, only BB members ever had that

Conjectural situations of suspicion:

*the beef with Crosshair

*the constant surviving

*the pausing when choking Crosshair

*the pausing to look at Phee

*The implications that Crosshair seems to know something about CX-2 (he wants to get out of dodge when he knows CX-2 is coming), and the intense lingering guilt Crosshair feels—and which is never dealt with! It’s still there through the finale—implying he knows or suspects it’s Tech. @heyclickadee

*“Whatever they did to you, whatever you’ve done, you’re still one of us,” offered by Rex towards the CXs @heyclickadee

*Crosshair’s character arc this season being partly about realizing that anyone can change and that no one is really beyond saving, which would have continued going somewhere if he thought CX-2 was Tech and considered him beyond saving, but then changed his mind and realized he needed to try. Notice that he does not engage CX-2 in 11 like he did in 7, and that this comes after his revelation about giving people a chance in 9. @heyclickadee

*CX-2 is even more Tech like in 11 than he was in 6 and 7. This implies that he could be starting to wake up, and that almost killing Crosshair triggered that. He doesn’t kill anyone except one of his own guys on Pabu (or Phee) even though it would make his job much easier. He even has Hunter and Wrecker in his sights and moves his aim to not shoot them directly. @heyclickadee

*Crosshair has no way to know that the CX’d clones come out different and that their identities are erased unless it happened to someone we know. In fact, there’s not reason for the CX plot to exist unless that horrific thing happens to someone we know. @heyclickadee

*The first episode of the show starts out with Hunter covering for someone who supposedly died in a fall. In fact, there are direct parallels in the lines: “Where’s the Jedi?” “I stunned him when he jumped. He didn’t make it.” vs “Where’s Tech?” “Omega…Tech didn’t make it.” I’m not saying Hunter was covering for Tech; I am saying that is the only place in the script where we see those phrases matched up. @heyclickadee

*Tech being CX-2 would have fit in perfectly with each member of the batch experiencing a traumatic loss (and regaining) of agency that correlated directly to who and how they are as people. @heyclickadee

Foreshadowing lines:

*More machine than man, percentage wise at least.

*Better late than dead.

*See you around, Brown Eyes.

*Tech's not gone.

*The operative's gone rogue.

*Romar saying he's a survivor and Tech's look at him.

*Don't go running off with any pirates or smugglers. @heyclickadee

Abandoned storyline reasons:

*The romance with Phee, surely it wouldn't be abandoned!? 🙄😡

*CX-2's death being anticlimactic

*The finale seeming rushed and incomplete

*Actors saying there were script changes

*CX-2's accent in the finale was not only not like Tech's as it was in previous episodes, it wasn't even a clone accent (wtf was that) signaling a script change

@wolveria made a great analysis here with her Tech-Genda !

@heyclickadee gave a great analysis here and also great evidence, more in comments!

@vivaislenska has a list as well with some of these points!

@eriexplosion has a great analysis here!

Having said that, here are some reasons it may not have been him:

*Too many characters coming back from the dead.

*The way he says 'clones' in Infiltration was more reg accent.

*Tech's line in the cave to Omega which "was a big one to me” in retrospect: "I am aware that you miss him, but we have to adapt and move on."

As for the intentions of the writers to either have been forced to change the script, but can't admit it due to NDAs or if they truly meant for CX-2 to be Crosshair's foil which to me was unclear, especially with all of the evidence above, I don't know. At least they could have made CX-2 talk and move like a reg. Making him talk and walk like Tech was kind of cruel on top of a cruel we already experienced in Plan 99. I am not personally attacking the writers, I still love Season 1 and 2 and most of Season 3, but I wish I knew what happened behind the scenes with this and I know I'm not the only one. I think this is the last time I'll personally address Season 3 or the finale unless to support other commentators/creators and for my own fix-it and art and writing. And I look forward to seeing everyone else's works as well and hope no one gives up this beautiful Batch or fandom as I almost did. Canon seems done with him, he belongs to us now. 💜

And if anyone has anything I missed (I'm sure I'll think of more myself), feel free to comment or reblog with that addition or a link to your own post and/or I can edit the OP to include it and tag you. Also, don't feel like you can't make your own post about this subject! But I do hope this maybe helped anyone still dealing with the 'aftermath' like me, to know you're not alone, and you did not read too much into it.

(In retrospect, I can't believe they killed him though, lol. What the kriff were they thinking!?! #too handsome to die #too awesome to die)

[physics-of-one-piece]

Part 12 of Punk Hazard Dub Watch Party

614

Chopper & Mocha 😭😭

Luffy is out the dumpster

Luffy FINALLY using Conqueror Haki, about damn time.

I love angry Dub Luffy. He even sounds properly grown-up when angry.

“Good.” (Drops him) Okay, angry Dub Luffy is hot wow 😳😳 (makes notes for Merlot & Primroses bcs this would be done by Doffy too, no I don’t take arguments)

615

“How is some stupid gas outpacing me?”

“Because you keep going in the wrong direction.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Usopp on the other side of the door where Caesar is, he has the worst luck 🤣🤣

I love when Luffy turns serious. Just love it.

EE DOFFY MENTION.

AND DOFFY PIC

He’s so sexy.

“The world’s most dangerous warlord.” HA, I TOLD YOU ALL, I ALWAYS SAY HE IS THE MOST DANGEROUS WARLORD, love being right.

“Doesn’t it send a chill down your spine?” Not really, no. Smiles are like 10% likely to succeed I’m better off searching for a real Devil Fruit if I’m THAT desperate. And SMILE made Eaters are completely ridiculous, too, so… yeah, I was like expecting Kaido’s army to be scary but it was just… not.

“Doflamingo… the four emperors… tell me, do you truly have the guts to pick a fight with them?”

People really do NOT know Luffy 🤣

“What’d you say?” Dub Luffy is fckn badass ohoho

Proof Luffy is Doffy's D. kid part 1 ☝🏻

Ohoho here it comes.

“I’m picking a fight. That’s what I’ve been doing my whole life!”

And he sent Caesar flying like a boss

Dub Luffy I love you. Omg what a badass

Eee 616 is next ep where Doffy will appear, Dub Doffy my love and Dub Law about to cut the SAD and Vergo in half oooh I can’t wait.

When Dub Luffy gets serious he sounds more adult, which is just wonderful

616

“The craziest pirate of them all.” (Shows Doflamingo) I feel so seen cus my thoughts exactly.

Toei are such Doffy fans, I see you Toei, I see you, thank you Toei. He is just so freaky (in a good way) and sexually shown like he fucks and they want us all to know it and that he would fuck the viewer too which yeah I’n down, is he free tonight?

The absolute fucking silence of Luffy and him just walking toward Caesar while Caesar panics and talks… yeah, he’s Doffy’s D. kid, they’re very much alike here 🤣🤣

Luffy starting to swing his arm to get ready for a punch hahahahaha I love him

“How about you listen to me? I’m not scared of you!”

Law my baby 🥹

Zoro is still lost 🤣🤣

“Well done, Smoker. I can take things from here. Thanks for keeping your end of the deal.” YESSS, DUB LAW IS BACK LET’S GOOO HE IS ABOUT TO CRUSH VERGO YES YES YES YES GET HIM LAW

Law adding that Mr Vergo oh Dub Law is so snarky I love him

“But I don’t think you’ll be sitting on the throne of power forever. Either of you!” YEAAAH!

Yes! Dub Doffy 🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳😍😍💕💕💕

“You’re about to lose your right-hand man.” & “That means you can kiss your supply of SAD goodbye.”

“You didn’t see this coming because you were overconfident. You always have been.” God I love Dub Law

“So please, feel free cackling like an arrogant idiot while you plot your next move.” Omg Dub Law is destroying him hahahaha omg

“You do a pretty decent job of acting like a tough guy, runt!” Gosh, Dub Doffy calling Law a runt is kinda cute awww

“Think about what happened last time.” You mfr, Dub Doffy, I have PTSD stop 😭😭 also I love how his voice lowers and just sounds so DANGEROUS when he’s serious and threatening, like wow

“How did that turn out for you?” Gosh, I can FEEL like he’s condescendingly cooing at Law OH I AM GONNA AAAAA

“Not very well. You crossed Vergo. And what did he do to you then?” Law literally from what I remember of that didn’t attack Vergo back then? He literally was crying and begging him to stop. He didn’t cross shit. He was 13 and scared and dying 😭😭😭 FUCK YOU LEAVE LAW ALONE 😭😭😭

I adore Dub Doffy omg

“You remember… I’m sure it was quite traumatic.” Dub Doffy does not hold back that is cruel. Aight. Cut em Law. That’s enough of victim blaming from them for today.

Wohooo!

That’s for Cora, Vergo, you bastard! MY BBY LAW I’M SO PROUD OF YOU 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏻🎉🎉🎉

“Here we are, Joker. I opened the gate.” Yesss, Dub Law! 🥳🥳🎉🎉

“The gears are broken. There is no turning back for anyone.”

Doffy 😍😍 even if he is angry 😭

Tagging my Doffy moots: @fanaticsnail @moonbaby26 @ohnomyhooves @daydreamer-in-training @dummyduck44 @doffyslittledove @shanalikeanna

[lodessa]

Kiss challenge!

#32 a kiss with someone watching

KASTLE BAYBEEEE!!!

“Hey, Red.  I hear you’re recruiting suckers to fight Fisk’s clowns.  There some sort of release form I gotta sign, or what?”

Something kicks into gear inside her before she is consciously aware of recognizing the rumble of that voice.  Frank! Karen is halfway across the parking garage towards him, before she remembers Matt who was previously standing beside her. Then she remembers Matt’s smug comments about the last time the three of them were in the same place, and dashes the rest of the way anyway.

Frank winces when she throws her arms around his neck, so damned glad to see him she doesn’t stop to think whether she should, but he wraps one arm around her as well anyway so she doesn’t let go immediately.  

“Heya, Karen . . .” 

“Christ, Frank, what the hell happened to you?”  she asks as she  pulls back to survey the damage at last.

Frank looks . . . bad.  Karen has seen him in rough shape before but this is on another level. 

“Clown car pile up,” he evades, or answers, Karen’s not sure which.  

“I’d say you need a hospital but . . .”   Frank can’t afford to be recognized at one, especially not right now, and he definitely would be.

“I can call someone,” Matt pipes up, reminding them both he’s still there. “Consider it a favor, or a sign on bonus or whatever.”

Karen isn’t sure if that’s supposed to be a favor to Frank or to her, but whatever Matt’s thinking she’s thankful for whatever help he thinks he can get.  There’s definitely broken bones along with the layers of bruises Frank is sporting, and she wouldn’t bet against internal bleeding. 

“You didn’t have to throw yourself in a meat grinder to prove the whole caring thing, you know,” she tells Frank, as Matt turns away from them. (Clearly for they benefit not his own, since it doesn’t make a difference for him either way. The illusion of privacy.)

“Sorry I missed your calls,” Frank sniffles, glancing away in Matt’s direction for a moment before turning his eyes back to hers.  “I was a little . . . tied up.”

She’s vaguely aware of Matt talking to someone on the phone in the background.  She’s hyper aware of the battered face looking into hers and the way her heart is thumping against her chest like a wild creature straining against the bars of a cage.

“I went back to your place,” she confesses, “and you weren’t there.”

More and more vigilantes have been going missing, or turning up dead. Karen has been telling herself the fact that Frank’s body hadn’t shown up is good news, but with every unreturned phone call it has felt a little less true. 

“Decide you wanted the cup of coffee after all?” 

“Something like that,” she swallows, trying to fight back the tears of relief that want to spill from her as it fully hits her that he is alive here in front of her. “But I should warn you the West Coast has kind of spoiled me.”

“Blasphemy,” he tells her, but the way he says it is so much softer than it has any right to be.

“I thought . . . I thought-” Karen doesn’t finish as a choked sob overtakes her. Now that she knows he is alive, all the thoughts and feelings she hasn’t been letting herself feel until now come rushing to the surface.   “Goddamn it, Frank.  How many times are you going to make me mourn your death?”

He takes it.  He doesn’t turn away or pull back.  He looks directly at her as she rages impotently, instead of interrupting her. 

“I’d tell you not to mourn my ass, but that won’t make a damned bit of difference, will it?” he shakes his head when she quiets, pressing it against hers as he learns closer.

“So you do actually hear me. occasionally.”

He’s so close, closer than he’s ever been without blood and bullets flying.

“Would it help if I stayed dead? I could do that, Karen, for you.” 

Anyone else would be joking about that, but from Frank it feels too real.  Frank would die for her, but that’s not what Karen wants.  It’s never been what she wants and she isn’t sure how many more times she can tell him that before she really and truly loses her mind.

“It would help if you stayed alive. I’m not sure how I can get that through your thick skull if the last dozen times I have told you as much haven’t stuck.”

“I gotta tell you, Karen, the last years of this whole ‘having a future’ business have kinda sucked.”

She can’t blame him, even if a lot of it is his own fault.  Frank may have chosen to be alone, to punish himself as much as he ever has the scumbags he puts down, but Karen gave up too.  Being back in New York, back here staring into Frank’s eyes as he admits to being depressed if not actively suicidal again, it makes her realize that maybe she should never have stopped short of saying all of what she wanted to say in the past.  

“Come out to San Francisco with me, when all of this is done,” she tells him.  “You can finally embrace your real destiny: go full hipster and open up a coffee shop or something.”

Have a life with me.   

“You don’t mean that.  Are you even going back out there, now that you and Murdock-”

“Matt and I will always be family,” she says out loud, for all three of them to hear, “But not the way you’re thinking.”

That’s the truth that she and Matt have avoided saying out loud, even to each other. 

“Assuming  that we make it out alive,” Frank hesitates, “That doesn’t sound half bad. You’re sure . . . ”

“I’ve been sure, Frank. If you really want to do something for me, please just-”

She can taste the blood on his split lip and the tears from her own: salt and iron like they are trying to bind or banish some fairy tale creature. Maybe they are: embracing the bond between them at long last and banishing the cobwebs of the past.

“Is that Frank Castle?” a woman’s voice asks from behind Karen. “You called me for the Punisher, Matt?”

“I appreciate you coming, Claire,” she can hear Matt reply.  “I’m sorry for having you rush down here.  Apparently it’s not as urgent as I thought.”

“Looks pretty urgent from here.” Claire, whoever she is, sounds amused more than annoyed.

Karen lets Frank to be the first one to pull away, their foreheads still pressed together as they try to catch their breath or maybe just indulge in the moment. 

“Adrenaline, I’m sure.” 

Karen may not have his super hearing but she can hear Matt’s smirk as clear as day. For the first time since Foggy died, she feels like they might all be okay again at some point.

[s7nburn]

Another girl to you

Dominic fike x Singer!reader

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Prompt: You always show up for Dominic, on set, or for his concerts. But he rarely shows up for you.

Warnings: angst, fluff, fighting, swearing, happy ending I swear!!!

Author's note: I decided to do singer reader bc it makes more sense.

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Last week was fun. You were backstage at his concert, chatting with your friends while humming along to the beat. You wished you could stay but you had to fly to New York, for your own concert.

Tomorrow was your big day and Dominic said he would come. But he still hasn't shown up yet, he promised he'd be here a day before it. You sigh, not surprised because he rarely ever comes, always busy with his own stuff.

You can't blame him, you know he's famous and has his own things going on. But so do you, yet you still show up to almost every show. You decide to calm down by taking a nice warm shower.

After you got out of the shower, you put on your pajamas, and slide into the cold hotel bed.

You had woken up, without Dominic by your side, you quickly do your hair and make up, ready to go out today. You think to yourself, hoping that Dom was just running late and forgot to tell you. But you knew if he was he would tell you.

Once you were ready, you headed out to a not-so-far-away café, checking your phone like every second to see if Dominic texted you. He hasn't talked to you since since you left last night.

You were at rehearsal, practicing all your songs you were going to preform. Once you've finished, you heard your phone ring. You ran to get, hoping it was Dom, and it was. You never answered a phone so quickly in your life.

"Why the hell haven't you texted me?" You whispered-yell into the phone, whilst walking into a private room. He stutters into the phone. "My phone died i-" you cut him off, "are you fucking serious?" You yelled, "all day, your phone was dead?" You continued.

"Yes, but babe I was busy." He sighed into the phone, "that's not an excuse, Dominic, you promised." You replied, eyes tearing up. "I'll come tonight, I promise." He said in a soft tone. "Don't promise me shit." You mumbled and hung up.

You sat there, crying for a good 10 minutes before you wiped your tears away and went back out. It was almost time for your show.

You were more anxious than usual, probably because of the whole thing with Dominic. You still loved him, of course you did, you just couldn't stand the thought of him right now. "10 minutes" you heard one of the backstage workers yell.

After your show you went back to your hotel room, opening the hotel door, you see him, Dominic. "H-how the hell did you get in here?" You say as you shut the door. "It was unlocked." He says looking at you. You must've been so caught up in your own mind you forgot to lock it.

"y/n..I'm sorry." He apologized "I'm sure you are." You argue back. He stood up walking over to you as you sit your bag on the side table. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your neck softly. "I am, I've just been busy." He says gently.

You pushed him away, turning to face him, eyes tearing up with tears as you say, "am I just another girl? Is that all I am?" You say quietly, with your arms crossed. Your tears fall silently. Dominic looks at you with worry, he brings his hands to your cheeks and wipes your tears.

He doesn't say anything, he just pulls you into a hug. Rubbing the back of your head. "No." He speaks, "I'm trying babe, trust me I wanted to come but I got caught up." He continues, now looking you in the eyes as you continue to cry. "Really?" You say softly, "really." Dominic replies.

You two decide to take a warm bath, enjoying each others presence. After that y'all climb into bed, cuddling into each other. Dom went on about his day, and so did you, before you fell asleep in his arms. He looks down at you and smiles. That's my girl.

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Author's note: This sucks ASSSS but I kinda like it so I'm just gonna post it but anyways send me more Dominic requests, smut, fluff, or angst even tho I clearlyyy suck at writing angst despise my whole life being angst lol lol. Okay bye

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