#I am currently grieving someone who I loved so so much

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I'm not gonna be as active as I was for a little bit. I will try to post art when I can I guess

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Been crying regularly since June last year but these last couple of weeks damn, specially this one that just ended.

I dont think I've ever cried so much in my life

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I am currently dealing with my mother being in end care hospice for Alzheimer’s, dreading every time my phone makes a noise because it could be the worst news. I am spending my time either sobbing or a complete zombie with a barely functional brain. (I put a spray bottle in the freezer instead of the drink I was chilling). I live alone and have no close friends or family near me and I just wish I had an Elijah to hold me. I just wish I could lay on top of him in bed, him holding me and petting my hair while I cry.

I totally understand if this is not something you’re comfortable writing, but if you are, I’d really appreciate it. If nothing else, I thank you for reading my message.

Anchor

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{Elijah Mikaelson x Reader} Grief threatens to overwhelm you, but Elijah's calming presence becomes your anchor, reminding you that even in your darkest hours, you are not alone.

♡♡ I love you, anon, and I’m so incredibly sorry that you’re going through this. My heart aches for you, and I hope that this fic can offer you even the smallest moment of comfort. You are not alone, and I’m sending you so much love and strength~ ♡♡

672 words - Warnings: angst, grief, comfort & cuddles

When you are a child, your parents are this big, strong figure. They seem invincible and all-knowing. But then you grow up. And one day, you realize that your parents aren't superman. They aren't invincible and they certainly aren't infallible. Your parents, the same people who were your entire world as a kid, are suddenly human. And sometimes, humans get sick.

Everyone reacts differently, and there's no right or wrong way to feel. There's no road map or set of instructions on how to mourn. You can be angry, or sad, or numb, or all three at the same time. It's a roller coaster, a freefall, and you never know when the next wave of emotions will hit. It's okay to feel what you feel. It's okay to want to hide. And it's also okay to want to be with someone, to have someone to lean on.

You can't change the fact that your parents got sick, and you can't change the outcome. The limbo of losing them while they are still alive is a terrible feeling, like an emotional purgatory. All you can do is focus on yourself, and remember that the pain will pass, eventually.

It was one of those nights when the weight of the world felt unbearable, crushing your chest and making it hard to breathe. You sat curled up on your couch, terrified to look at your phone, waiting for a call you dreaded yet knew was inevitable.

You didn’t notice Elijah’s presence at first. It wasn’t unusual for him to move like a shadow, quiet and gentle, especially when he knew you were hurting. He stood in the doorway for a moment, his dark eyes full of concern, before approaching you with the kind of care only he could manage.

"My love," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. He knelt in front of you, resting his hand on your knee. "You needn't face this alone."

His words broke something inside you. The dam of composure you tried so desperately to maintain crumbled, and the tears you’d been holding back poured out in waves. Elijah didn’t hesitate. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as your sobs wracked your body.

He carried you to your bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and coaxing you to lay on top of him. His arms wrapped securely around you, one hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back while the other ran through your hair with a tenderness that brought fresh tears to your eyes.

"You’re allowed to grieve," he murmured against your temple. "You’re allowed to feel lost, to feel overwhelmed. But know that I am here. You do not have to carry this burden on your own."

You clung to him like a lifeline, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as though letting go would send you spiraling into the abyss.

"I feel like I’m breaking, Elijah," you choked out. "I don’t know how to do this."

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "You don’t have to be okay right now. You’re enduring something no one should have to endure alone. But you are stronger than you realize, and I will hold you through every moment of doubt and despair."

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and though the pain didn’t vanish, the sharp edges dulled ever so slightly. His steady heartbeat beneath your ear became an anchor, a reminder that even in your darkest hours, you had someone who cared deeply for you.

As your breathing evened out and the tears subsided, Elijah continued to stroke your hair, whispering soft reassurances. His presence didn’t fix everything. It couldn’t. But it made the unbearable seem just a little more manageable.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you closed your eyes and let yourself rest, knowing that Elijah would be there, steadfast and unyielding, for as long as you needed him.

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Picking Up Pieces That Aren't Yours

Chapter one- Pieces of the Past

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Paring: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Context: You've known Tara for most of her life in Woodsboro, though you two were never close. After moving to NYC to escape everything she and her sister endured, she finds herself trying to regain control of her life despite being a wreck. After killing Amber, who had been her girlfriend for years, she has a hard time trusting new people as well as trusting relationships. During her time at Blackmore University, she finds herself getting closer to you. She unintentionally plays the push-and-pull game with you, pulling you in as if she wants to be more than friends with you and then pulling away when you actually seem to want to commit.

Warnings: Talks about death, murder, grievance, Trauma, PTSD, Mentions of forms of abuse, Mentions alcoholism, Mentions of weapons, bad writing. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: Hellooooo, lovelies! I am currently working on the second part of 'Make it Right', it will be out soon, I promise. For now, I've decided to also begin writing other one-shots or starting other stories! I believe I am going to write more fics for Jenna's different characters. It might've been just a bit inspired by 'Casual' by Chappell Roan but that'll come in later chapters.

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No one said it was going to be easy, especially for the Carpenter sisters. With everything that they have endured, they now carry emotional baggage that they feel will follow them everywhere. Or so Sam feels that way. Tara refuses forthat to be her path, she refuses to be someone who lets one event define her entire life. She saw it with Sidney, Gale, and all those who have been through the same thing as her. People who can never seem to escape or move on from their past.

Tara refuses to see the therapist that Sam has been in contact with for her therapy sessions. She truly believes that she can handle it all on her own. Which, in retrospect, sounds absurd. Planning to go through four years of university without any help with her mental and emotional baggage? She doesn't want to talk to her friends about what happened or even think about what happened.

A part of her is still somewhat grieving Amber, it's expected, though. They had dated for quite some while, but Tara is now left with the thoughts of, 'Was any of it real?' Was Tara a pawn in Amber's sick and twisted game? That's how she felt like, at least. Like she let this all happen. Like all of it was somehow her fault. These destructive thoughts allowed Tara to cave in on herself. Her mind was as much a battlefield as her life itself.

Did she survive? Yes. Did she escape? No. She thought that moving away from Woodsboro would save her, she thought it was an escape. Her mind restricted her of that relief, of that escape. She survived, but at what cost? She feels she has absolutely no sense of direction. She wanted to blame Amber just as everyone had and then moved on, but she couldn'twhen she blamed herself for somehow allowing this to happen. Even now that Amber is gone, she still plagues her mind. 

There is no excuse that she can give for Amber's actions, and she isn't sure that she wants to make an excuse for her.Every night for her is the same. The memory, the nightmare turned reality, haunts her. It's always the same but in a third-person point of view. She sees herself holding the gun, everything slowing down for her at that exact moment. The gun recoiled as the shot was taken, the noise ringing out from it. The look on Amber's face, the realization on her face.

Like every time, the bullet comes in contact with Amber's head, and just like that, she's dead again. The sound of the knife that she once held in her hand clattering on the floor. The sound had been almost deafening in her nightmares. It'salmost taunting the way that she watched as the blood splattered on her face. The blood that had belonged to her once beloved girlfriend.

Beloved. That's how Tara had seen Amber.

It's almost comical to you how Tara had ever seen Amber in any context but fake and off-putting. Amber wasn't the kindest, the easiest to get along with, or even the most caring. You'd almost feel guilty for not speaking out about it earlier if it weren't for others who had also felt that way and kept quiet as well. You weren't exactly friends with their friend group, you had always felt yourself to be a side character.

Chad had always been all over Liv. They were cute, sure, but there was no need for that PDA. Mindy was constantly going on about different horror movies, as well as still somehow complaining about not having a girlfriend and not wanting to commit to one. Wes was caring and all, but he could also get annoying at times. He had been the only one in the friend group who had felt the off feeling about Amber. It seemed like he and Amber were always bumping heads about Tara.

When Wes died, and the news got out about Amber being the one behind the killings along with Sam's boyfriend, Richie, you knew why he had been killed. Amber felt like he was an obstacle—blocking her path to Tara, stopping her from moving forward with everything. But what frustrated her the most was how much he'd begun questioning her, noticing how strangely she’d been acting. You felt almost thankful for keeping your mouth shut about how you felt. It could have been you.

In all honesty, you and Tara had been close at one point. Back in elementary, you had always invited Tara over to your house after noticing how Tara would spend hours waiting for someone to pick her up after school. She'd sometimes mention how she'd be locked out of her house because her mother wasn't home. You had let her come over, you never minded it since the two of you were friends after all.

Looking back at it, knowing what you know now, it's a bit bittersweet. Knowing the only reason it would take a while for someone to pick up Tara was that she had to wait until Sam got out of school, then walk from her middle school to Tara's elementary school, and finally bring Tara home. The times that she would say she was locked out of the house were either her mother was off getting drunk anywhere she could or her mother would lock her out as a form of punishment.

The thought of you not being there for her earlier had always stung. What about the times that it was raining? Was Tara out in the rain alone? You could never bring yourself to ask her, careful not to bring something up that could take her back to that time. You two had stuck together since those days in elementary when she'd come over constantly. Middle school is when it had gotten a bit rocky, Amber had finally come into the picture.

Amber was new, and Tara had always been too kind and understanding for her good. One day of simply showing Amber around the school had turned into having lunches together or hanging out after school. Days when you'd hang out with them or even with Tara alone, you had always felt Amber's burning glare and jealousy, even from behind. You always ignored it though, being able to hang out with Tara was worth it.

It was around this time that you had begun to like Tara and not in a normal friendship platonic way. It was easy to fall for Tara, or so you thought so. She was pretty, inside and out. Her face had always perfectly reflected her beauty on the inside. You were sure that Amber somehow knew that you liked her because of the constant glares. Still, you ignored her because you knew Tara way before Amber had ever known her.

Ignoring, however, had made it worse even though you were trying to steer away from conflict. Amber didn't take you ignoring her lightly. She began finding excuses to take you and Tara's time away from you. Saying anything that would make sweet and naive Tara feel guilty for leaving Amber behind. Hangouts between you and her had become hangouts between the three of you. Then, slowly, Tara slipped away from your fingers and right into Amber's arms.

You tried not to dwell on it too much, as was expected, but it had hurt how it had seemed so easy for Tara to forget and replace you. You weren't angry with Tara, but you were bitter with Amber, yet you held your tongue for Tara's sake.When high school rolled around, rumors had gone around during freshman year that Amber and Tara had begun dating.

This had set you off; your friends hadn't heard the end of it for almost that entire school year. Everything that you see them do, you feel more bitter. That never stopped your feelings for Tara, though, they had only grown since Tara stayed her usual sweet self that had always swept you off your feet. Sophomore year, you spent your entire time busying yourself with your studies and soccer practice. You shut yourself away from hearing things about Tara and Amber's 'amazing' relationship.

That's when junior year rolled by, it seemed like you had some luck this year. You and Tara shared a math class, Algebra II, without a certain possessive girlfriend around to keep you away from Tara. You're sure that Amber noticed you two shared a class because Tara wasn't as talkative with you. Maybe you had grown apart? Or maybe Amber had told her to stay away from you? 

Senior year is when it all happened. It was hard to keep up with all the information that felt like it was being thrown at you. First, Tara's attack, then the following murders, Sam being back in town with her weird boyfriend, and Amber suddenly getting more controlling and possessive.

Tara, on the other hand, felt like she had been thrown into the eye of the tornado. She was both happy and bitter that her sister had returned after having no contact with her for so long. Just because she had gotten hurt, she returned? It sounded like bullshit to her, but a big part of her had missed Sam. 

Sam had been around to meet Amber, having left when Tara had been in 8th grade. She never liked Amber; she had always felt something was off about her, and no matter the countless times she told Tara that, Tara had always defended Amber. Upon seeing that Amber was still a part of Tara's life and now has a more important role than a friend, it irked her a bit. Amber had been bitter with Sam from the moment that she returned; maybe it was because of everything Tara had opened up to her about Sam, or maybe it was all a part of the act.

When it had been just Sam and Tara in the room, she had asked Tara where you had gone. "Whatever happened to her, I liked her." She had said. Tara had dismissed it with a small excuse, but hearing your name had tugged at her heart a bit, though she quickly ignored it. When Tara thought back to then, it made her feel stupid how she hadn't reached out to you sooner, but she knew that she was stuck in a position she couldn't leave. She was blinded by what she had thought was love with Amber. 

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Tara woke up on the couch in the apartment that she, Sam, and their roommate Quinn shared. Quinn was out, probably on some Tinder date that would end in her staying the night with her date. Sam had been working late shifts, still trying to afford both the apartment and now Tara's education as well. She awoke to the sound of a phone ringing, a small groan escaping her lips. 

She sat up on the couch, sighing before grabbing her phone off of the coffee table. She didn't care to check the contact name, she simply picked up the phone. All she had heard was a static noise, which caused her to furrow her eyebrows. A breathing noise was heard through the other end of the phone. Suddenly, the noise of the front door's knob jingling had caused her to be on high alert.

She felt herself retreat to the state she was never able to leave behind. Her hands shook as her heart began to pound, dropping her phone on the floor. A soft thump was heard as her phone fell onto the living room carpet. She completely froze, not knowing what to do and even if she had known, she was too paralyzed by fear to do it. 

Eventually, the door opened and she clasped her hand over her mouth, her other hand grabbing the remote from next to her on the couch. Felt tears beginning to prick from the corners of her eyes.

"Tara! Sam asked me to check up on you-" You had begun saying before you felt the remote hit you in the head to which your hand reflexively held where the remote hit you on the head. "Gah! What the-"

You felt your words die on your lips as you saw Tara in the state she was in. Her sigh of relief did not go unnoticed by you as you began putting two and two together that you had triggered her. Before you could say anything, you saw tears slip from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. You put down the bag of take-out that you had brought for her to eat onto the coffee table before rushing to her. Kneeling in front of her a waterfall of apologies escaped from your lips.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Tara, it's just me. I came to check up on you, Sam just wanted to make sure you were okay." You said as you leaned up, wrapping your arms around her. She quickly responded by wrapping her trembling arms around you.

Ever since attending Blackmore with Tara and her friend group, completely unplanned, you had gotten back into touch with her. You were one of the only 'outsiders' that she trusted with Tara to check up on her on nights like this. It would be considered a bit pathetic how you seemed at Tara's disposal. Everything she needed, you wanted to give her. 

So, for every message, call, and hang out, you'd immediately accept. Tara knew you liked her but she could never bring herself to be honest with herself about her feelings for you. She just knew it felt good to be cared for by you and to have your attention. All your actions were right, she just couldn't bring herself to trust to love someone and trust someone again.

The thought of a relationship was completely out of her mind until it came to you. This was quickly shaken away by her clouding thoughts of fear. She can't deny the pull to you, but she also cannot deny the thoughts that practically consumed her. Still, she continued to see you. She continued to call on you and be around you. She thought that the two of you had come to the understanding that things between the two of you were casual and light. 

Any time that you had begun to bring up wanting more than stolen kisses and secret cuddling, she'd quickly change the topic. You almost felt embarrassed for wanting to ask what you two were. Then again, you felt like it was better to have her this way than not at all.

"Are you okay?" You asked as you pulled away from the hug, your hands cupping her face to carefully examine her. Her tears had calmed, her breathing a little shaky and uneven, but she still had nodded.

"Yeah, I'm okay." She said with a small sniffle, "Just everything felt like... Never mind." 

"I'm sorry. I just came to check up and bring you something to eat." You said as you began peppering her face with soft and short kisses, trying to make her feel better and partially so she could forgive you. 

"You need to eat." You had added as you pulled away, tucking her bangs behind her ears as she nodded. Sending her a small, soft smile, you began to unpack the takeout for the both of you.

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A/N: I'm going, to be honest, I did not expect to write so much. I had to cut it short because I was going to go on and on. I'm beginning to contemplate turning into a fic as well. The words sort of flowed out of me, and there definitely is a plot that I can build on. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Again, I am currently making the next part to 'Make it Right,' this was meant to be like a little filler to keep you guys entertained, and I started a whole new fic. I'm going to hope to finish the next part of 'Make it Right' and post it sometime tomorrow. Thank you all for reading, as well as for the support on my last post! Bye, lovelies!

[kurtsvonneslut]

Wait... what was the swanqueen fic recs? ...and are there more (...esp if theyre smutty) 👀👀👀

oh there are more!!!

first of all i'm just going to plug myself because why not. i have 78 swan queen works up - mostly oneshots, a couple longfics, including the fic i'm currently writing, change with the seasons. a lot of my fics are older (for example my 52 weeks of swan queen series was written in 2015) and i was a teenager when i wrote them, but i still find a lot of joy in them!!

now for the rest of the recs, i'm going to organize them as best i can into a few categories. also, a lot of these recs will be a bit older as i've been away from the fandom for a while, and am only just now coming back again. this is an open question if anyone else has recommendations to add in the reblogs!!!

longfics:

satin town by @coalitiongirl is probably my all time favorite fanfic, period. everything she's written for the fandom is incredible, but this one has always stuck with me. the dynamic between emma and regina (who is in full on evil queen mode) is just DELICIOUS and i love how she worked henry into the story. an absolute must as far as i'm concerned. PLUS she has a whole NOVEL out now, so go support that if you like the fic!!!!

the secret's in the telling by @the-pyrophoric-one is another classic in the fandom, and for good reason. the characterization is so spot on, and i absolutely love the arc of this story. the chapters are suuuuuper long though so it's a time investment!!

somewhere, someone must know the ending by maleficently who is not on tumblr as far as i'm aware is a divorce au. lots of angst with a happy ending. the same author also wrote an incredible three-part series called the fatal plunge, which remains, tragically, unfinished.

you gotta play dirty by amycarey who i'm not tagging because they don't write fic anymore. there's so many fics by amycarey that i absolutely adore (temporary distractions and keep the wolves outside by living well are also up there!!) but i chose this one because it's so unique to me. it's an au in which emma and regina are in a concert band together. i was a band kid myself, specifically a clarinetist, so i was pretty geeked over this!!

all that glitters is not (olypmic) gold by @queststar is another super niche but super fun and well-written au. in this one, emma and regina are olympic speed skaters. i just love the competitive energy between the two of them and the arc as they grow closer and eventually fall for each other. the author even got elizabeth mitchell to read some of it which is just. next level.

one fine star away by @bytherosebushlaughing is another au that gets a little meta, but it's sooooo much fun. in this fic, once upon a time is a tv show that regina, emma, and the others starred in. 20 some years later, the cast is reuniting, and the reunion is being covered by none other than one henry mills. it's such a clever fic, and i absolutely love it so far!!

oneshots:

of love and loss and love again by @snowivyimconfusi oh this one. this one is so bittersweet. emma and regina, grieving the losses of their partners, find comfort in each other. and more. it's so beautifully done, and i just adore ivy's writing style!!

what you thought you had to do by hoovahhoopah is the very first fic i read after making my ao3 account and it's still one that i love!! it's part of a six part series of oneshots called ill fitting pieces, but it also stands on its own just as well. just a beautiful, classic, canon-but-make-it-better kind of fic.

a woman moves when her heart has been broken by etotheswan because who among us wasn't absolutely destroyed by the season 3 finale???? this offered a lot of swan queen based catharsis while we waited for season 4.

monster-in-law by seriousfic is just a funny, light-hearted little oneshot about mary margaret trying to stop emma and regina's wedding by reminding them that they're all sort of related. a big departure from the seriousfic work we all know and miss dearly..... but enjoyable nonetheless thanks to their talent!!

and now, the moment we've all been waiting for, smut:

top of the list is, of course, our prophet of swan queen smut @angstbotfic. the making amends series is my all time favorite, and one that i recommended to my dear friend 27, but you can't go wrong with literally anything they've written.

wicked games by @starsthatburn is so. is so. it left me basically speechless. also recommended this one to 27, and i believe this is the one referenced in the ask they sent. it's the most insanely hot BDSM fantasy. if you like domme regina, look no further.

the thing she won't admit by beattheodds if you like butt stuff, here's swan queen butt stuff. need i say more?

paint it black by wily_one24 heed the warnings, this one is pretty dark. but if that's what you're into, this is the one. it's like if 50 shades of grey was swan queen and also good.

of love and loathing by morganlegaye and its sequel, transgressions of the heart are a hatefuck lover's dream. transgressions of the heart remains unfinished, but god is it good.

fealty by standbackufools you like throne sex? you like honorifics? you like D/s dynamic? enjoy :)

thank god it's BDSM friday by carrotlucky13 this one covers soooooo many kinks. emma and regina enter into a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle. for 95k words. i don't know what else to say but WOWOWOWOW. even if you're not into every kink in here it's still hot af.

emma's little problem by juicecup it's a magic!cock story with a slight humiliation kink if you squint, but otherwise mostly vanilla sex to round out a very kinky rec list.

go give these incredible creators some love!!! and remember, nothing motivates a fic writer quite like a nice comment :)

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Do you think there are insanely few couples with Percy in this fandom? Characters that are well thought out and have a backstory. For example, Rachel and Percy are an interesting dynamic and a repetition of the Theseus myth with a different end to the story. Or Percy and Michael Yu (Apollo's son who fell off the bridge) It would be interesting if he survived: Percy feeling guilty for the fall, and Michael comforting him. Or Will and Percy, where both feel the guilt of the survivor (Will is the doctor, and Percy is the commander and leader), or the same Percy and Nico with their story and attempts to talk. Percy and Ethan would be a real pain in the ass with a story and explanations. But they don't nominate them as a couple? Like Pernico, they can be found, but everything else? Will's only fanfiction/The Percy I found was the one where he cheated on Apollo with Will, and Will cheated on Nico with Percy. And I really can't stand cheating.

I think it’s a shame how little other shops there are. Personally I love Percy and Ethan, because I think that dynamic is really interesting, particularly when you highlight the fact that Percy didn’t like the gods, and that Percy ends up thinking that Luke wasn’t necessarily wrong. I might be biased tho bc I am currently a Percy and Ethan oneshot bc I couldn’t find more than one good Fic about that ship.

I also, hot take, think Percy and Leo are a possibly very interesting match. I’m also currently writing a oneshot about them too. But I think they both have powers that related closer to each others than anyone else. They both at some point fear their own powers (at least as far as I’m aware, I’ve not finished HOO so my Leo knowledge is a bit small) and I think they could have a very cool dynamic. Missed opportunity to for Percy to see someone struggling and not super confident with their powers, like he was all those years ago and not have him help! (I like this even better if I think about my HC that Luke taught Percy to control his powers, as Percy canonically points out that Luke is the only person who will train with him after he’s claimed)

I also think you make a really good point about Percy and Michael. Especially because Percy is so prone to guilt, and already has a lot of survivors guilt. It would be an interesting dynamic both ways, if Michael survived and if he died just like he did in canon. If I can think of a good concept for a Fic I’m going to look at writing one for them.

I’ve always been a fan of rare ships too, so I’m pretty used to struggling to find fanfics written about them (Harry Potter/Theo Nott, Percy Jackson/Leo Valdez, Percy Jackson/Ethan Nakamura, etc.)

I feel like I have read a few fics that are Percy/Will, and I like it because it almost feels like it’ll never last. Both feel guilty, and both struggled to survive through the war. I also HC that Will does resent Percy for Lee Fletchers death, and maybe even Michael, because he was there on the bridge and saw it happen. Even if he doesn’t necessarily resent Percy for it, I think it still creates an interesting dynamic. If I can find the fics I liked for them, I’ll leave them in the comments.

Honorable mention to Percy/Pollux and Percy/Castor, because the inherent sadness and depth of guilt that would play into either relationship is amazing. There are criminally little fics with this pairing, so if anyone has any good recs pls send them my way. I’m hoping to get something in the works about one of these ships, but no promises.

Also we do need to mention the Percy/Rachel and Percy/Nico of it all. I wholeheartedly believe that both of these ship options are so much better than what we get in canon. I think Percy with Rachel would be so much healthier than what he had with Annabeth in canon, and that maybe even having someone removed would help him to cope with everything that happened. Allow him to grieve and mourn and be angry. I also think Nico is still a very good choice, paticularly because I don’t like his canon pairing with Will. Especially the limiting use of his powers. In contrast I think Percy would help Nico, would teach him how to use his powers in a way that makes them stronger and doesn’t drain him, because Nico taught himself and never had someone who could teach him how to train his powers up to be stronger and longer lasting. I think Nico also used quite strong powers immediately, in the sense that it’s like if Percy was running around causing earthquakes every where, it drains him and never learnt how to properly manage that. Percy used to get drained with his powers, but he built them up into what they are now, something that didn’t happen with Nico. I have a lot of love for Pernico, because it’s so angsty but has the poetenial to be so good, and again it goes back to guilt.

I think I’ve just realised that a running theme in Percy and his pairing is his guilt. His guilt factors into every relationship in his life, and shapes it. His guilt impacts his relationship with Annabeth, and arguably has a hand in what makes it toxic. Percy is synonymous with his guilt, and I think no matter what pairing you put him with, the guilt has to be acknowledged in some shape or form.

Woahhhhh ok didn’t realise I had so many thoughts about this, please don’t mind my ramblings. If any ohe has any good fic recs or wants some Fic recs, pls let me know :)

[good-day-batey]

Absolutely going crazy about how Agatha All Along is about relationships with mothers (and honestly family, but I like it being mothers, can you tell I have mommy issues?).

With the Salem Seven, are the children of the ones that trialled and wanted to execute Agatha. Having grown resentful and vengeful of what Agatha did to their mothers, they have come after her, in her weakest she has been. Perhaps just like how their mothers and Evanora did to her daughter during her trial.

With Lorna Wu doing everything she can to protect Alice with this generational curse between women--daughters of her clan. Going on tours and tours to get her song-her spell to be heard because just as long as it is remembered, Alice will be protected. Which succeeded, and Alice died with her own terms in protecting her Coven.

With Agatha first and foremost being hated and seen as evil by her mother, and then being seen/rumored as this wicked witch (get it cause she's dressed up as the wicked witch of the east in ep 7 ha) who gave up her son for the book of the dammed, when in reality that can't be the case with all of the hints we've seen with her and Nicholas. And then seeing this boy-- this Teen who just broke into her house, broke her out of the Scarlet Witch spell, got to know him more and see him as a child to be protected once more, unlike perhaps do what she couldn't do with her own son. That she will to this kid who may have been the son of the woman who trapped her for 3 years, and basically "deceived" her all throughout the journey, but is nonetheless proud. Proud in seeing him take the opportunity to survive and grow up when he was supposed to die, as Billy Maximoff and even as William Kaplan

With Rio, who loves and is just as much of a mother to Nicholas, but is obligated to her job that she cannot abandon, making her do something that she doesn't want to someone she loves (both to Nicky and Agatha).

And to Billy, as a Maximoff and as a Kaplan. With Wanda, creating him and Tommy out of nothing but her powers and a desire for love and family, to her having to take everything she wants down and to her going through the multiverse to find her children only to find out that the twins of that universe already have a mother that is loving and isn't blindsided by the grief and the control of the darkhold that won't accept albit scared with what has she became . Too blinded by the grief and corruption, she didn't notice that her love presevered and saved the body this dying child. And with Rebecca Kaplan, despite basically grieving the death of her son because he can't see her boy in him anymore because of the amnesia (or literally with William dying and Billy taking over), she hasn't given up on this child. Having kept him safe in whichever way she can and in the process making Billy see her as her mother, giving the Kaplans more time with him rather than dying in William's bar mitzvah.

And lastly, with Lilia (I'll always love you), having the power and knowledge, she has basically been the mother of the coven. Always trying to save the people from the demise she has no control of seeing and failing to do, such as the curse of seeing divination just like in her first coven. She has accepted her fate of being a witch by having her final act saving her current coven, sacrificing herself, and loving to do so in the process. Such as a mother ready to sacrifice herself for those they love.

I have so much more yapping especially with Lilia and ep 7 (and Jen but we don't have her backstory yet so) but its honest to God 1:33 am in my place and i need to sleep 😴😴

[soulaanadelrey]

So I've decided that I want to continue to remain single and celibate throughout the year.

No sexcapades, no dating apps, no love at first sight, or realizing someone is right for me when I need to be right for myself. There is still so much work I need to do before allowing someone into my life. My current healing journey has been impactful but I am still not where I want to be mentally and spiritually. In order to be a good partner and in order to recognize a healthy relationship I have to do all of the work. I can't half-ass the healing/grieving process because that will have me figuring out the hard parts of myself through or with another person and that is not fair. If I happen to meet someone who gives me butterflies and makes me feel like a princess I will tell them the same thing I'm telling you. And if they're the right person they will respect that and wait for me. Because the right person will wait for a sexy bitch to heal.

The healing comes first! The smooches, hugs, gawk gawks, spankings, anal sex, and romantic dates will come later and it will be worth the wait! Love is patient.

[massy2ly]

Jojo, please, stop. Who hurt you, dude?

I can’t do it anymore. I need a minute, a long one. But honestly, I’m holding onto a fragile hope that THK flipped the infamous episode 11 curse to episode 10. I can’t survive another Wednesday of heartbreak and tears. Just… let them get married in peace. I’m on my knees here, begging.

Also, I’ll share more later, but I need to say this now: To those getting insecure on behalf of Style or thinking Fadel is still in love with his ex… take a breath. Do you have any idea how much love it takes to still hold onto someone—clinging to their words, their hope, instead of believing you don’t deserve what they’re offering you? If I were in Fadel’s shoes, I’d despise myself for even wanting that happiness with Style, knowing an innocent man I once loved died because of his association with me, and the one I am currently obsessed with is under the same risk. I say "association" because it wasn’t Fadel’s fault, but the tragedy followed him and touched his ex, too.

Fadel’s love for Style is deeper than we can fully understand. As much as we've seen, there’s still so much Fadel has kept locked inside, out of fear and hesitation. But I believe in episode 11, we’ll see him let go of that and open up. He loves him so much that despite all the guilt, grief, and fear, he still chose to trust in Style’s strength, devotion, and hope. It only took a few minutes for him to give in, and in that time, he realized that trusting Style was worth every ounce of his pain. The way he couldn’t speak for a few seconds, scared and frozen in place as he took in Style’s face before breaking down and asking him to leave. The way he gaze at him—mesmerized, like he can’t believe someone as perfect as Style could love him that much. The way he clings to him, like Style is his lifeline. The way he folded so quickly because as selfless as he is, he just can’t let go of Style. He knew he wouldn’t be able to, and that’s why he asked Style to do it for him. Style is Fadel’s weakness, his strength, his new reason for living, and the love of his life. There’s no question about how he feels.

As for Style, y’all better brace yourselves once my long minute ends. I’ve loved him from the start, and right now, I’m feeling everything for him to an unhealthy degree. It’s a hard position for him, no doubt, but when you love someone as much as he loves Fadel, their pain, their tears, their needs will always come first. Style is emotionally intelligent enough to understand why Fadel is so shattered. As he said, he gets why Fadel’s been closed off. He understands the weight he carries and gives him the space he needs to grieve. He doesn’t doubt for a second that Fadel loves him, and he knows that, once he has the time to process, he’ll stop holding back. That love will come flooding out, just like it did by the end of this episode.

[bundoesnotcompete]

Based off my previous SAGAU post about a hunted reader meeting the Tsaritsa. Multiple connected bite sized povs combined. Pov's are as follows: the creator's sibiling, the reader, Lumine. Implied violence

The Other Half

There was a new trailer that had come out for Genshin Impact. While they had to admit they were excited for it, it still hurt as they had played the game with their sibling constantly. Sighing they booted up their computer, getting ready to start streaming for their fans. As they got Set up, they watched their chat fill up with love, chat aware of the recent loss and giving the best encouragement they could. Preparing they turned on their Vtubing model and got to work.

"Hey! Hello! I see all my happy little chatters out there! Um, I know I haven't been streaming like usual after y'know everything." More words and hearts filled chat, they too were grieving the loss of their favorite streamer's sibiling. "I am ready to start playing Genshin again though. I know everyone has missed it and even though its not gonna be the same without them, i want everyone to know that i am still going to play it. So, how about we see that new trailer, yeah?"

Chat was going too fast to see much, but it didn't take a genius to know they were excited. Finding the trailer called Flowers For a Blooming Spirit, they began to watch in anticipation, unaware of what was happening in it was very real.

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It was snowing in Snezhnaya like it always. Thick snow covering a large castle that held two very important idividuals inside. The camera shifts, showing a woman with a white dress and thick cloak to match it. The woman sat on a throne facing towards someone who has their back to the camera. They both were talking but it seemed to be coming to end by the time the camera shows them. The camera shows the bottom of the womans but not the rest. She begins to speak.

"My Lamb, I know this is of great importance to you, but are you sure you want to do this alone?" The camera shows the other being from the neck down, showing that they are wearing and identical cloak to the woman's.

"I am fully aware of my current prediciment. I want to see Paimon and my other half. Don't worry old friend, I will try not to get into too much trouble." The Lamb's face is revealed to show a mask covering it. Though the shape and origin of it is unknown, it covers the whole face. The one known as The Lamb turns their heel, beginning to leave the room. The woman says one final thing before The Lamb leaves.

"Do be careful. You know i worry about you, My Divine Lamb."

New Story Arc: The Deluded Dreaming Of Gods

New Character: The Lamb - ???? - Abyssal

Event Wish Preview:

First Phase: Albedo - Xiao

Second Phase: The Lamb - Tartaglia

New Event: The Ludi Harpastum Festival

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The Lamb

Appreantly, when one is watched by the other twin creator, they are forced to follow a script. While it had little effect on you, Teyvat seemed try and restrict any mention of the relationship between the other twin and The Traveler. It also felt odd to be watched, you had thought it to be more like a cold chill but instead it was a warm blanket. You hoped you looked cool being watched even if it was something trivial like talking to The Tsaritsa.

It had only been a mere handful of years since the hunt for your head had happened, The Great Hunt as it was now called. Alot would be an understatement for what has happened between then and now. Between being an honorary harbinger and meeting Paimon, you had been busy trying to right things on Teyvat. As badly as most everyone had treated you when you first descended, you had grown fond of Teyvat and almost everyone in it. Well, except Celestia and the Twin Imposters.

Abyssal energy hummed in the back of your mind, demanding attention in your thoughts too. That was another thing, the abyss called to you and allowed you to use it. In fact, it was eager to do your bidding as long as you loved it in turn. The Abyss was not chained down by the seals covering your body, thus allowing you to use it in almost in its entirety. Of course that came with drawbacks, like a month power nap and Teyvat being displeased that you had forced parts of the two planes together. The Abyss and Teyvat were like cats in a way, you had thought. Being petty towards each other and getting jealous over who got attention from their parent, but working together in order to get everything functioning like it should. If only they could do it without overstimulating your mind with whispering at times.

"Little Lamb we are here. Oh, come on don't give me that look, you were the one who wanted to show up to the Ludi Harpastum festival knowing fully well we had work to do first." Pantalone's voice gently waded through the carriage. He was correct that there was work to do, but the wine was more important to you. Well, other than watching Venti shit himself at the fact that you were very much alive and seeing The Traveler. You were right outside the gates of Mondstat and Fatui soldiers and diplomats were waiting for you and Pantalone. Quietly groaning, you got out of the carriage and walked with Pantalone to the Goth Grand Hotel.

A few of the locals did not seem pleased with your and Pantalone's arrival, but kept it to themselves. The Knights of Favonius, however, were tenser than wooden boards. You tried to focus on something other than upcoming meeting and looking at the festival decorations could only do so much. God, you hoped Pantalone would do most the talking. After the horrendously awkward meeting between you and Furina last time, you could only hope that Pantalone would do the talking. You did not want a repeat of last time, especially now that you were likely to be watched by both your sibiling, the entirety of their chat, and the civilians of Monstat.

Walking into Goth Grand Hotel, you took a second to appreciate the interior because of was one beautiful building. Looking back, you were led into a large room were most all of the fatui stationed inside Mondstat were. Noticing that they were now in the presence of 2 high ranking officals, someone ordered the room to attention. You and Pantalone stood in front of the group.

"Now that's more like it. No more meddling about, hmm? First order of buisness, we are well aware of a few rats in this building so let us deal with that first." Pantalone's voice rang clearly throughout the large room. You knew you were about to feel guilty about not being able to save the poor sops were about to be taken off payroll. You knew Pantalone did not like mora wasted and those who have betrayed both the fatui and him were nothing but wastes of mora. Oh well, there wasn't much you could say now that would save their lives. Might as well try to think of a swift death for them that wasn't bloody.

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LUMINE

Lumine was trekking her way back to Mondstat for the Ludi Harpastum Festival. According to Paimon, the Festival was 15 days long and had just about everything you could imagine a festival having. While Lumine was excited, she couldn't shake the gut feeling that something was off about this festival. While Kaeya's letter was mostly about the festival, he made mention of Fatui Harbingers being there. In Lumine's experience, Harbingers often meant something big was about to happen. As she came atop the hill, she felt the warm presence come back to her. It had been gone for what felt like forever. Standing by the Statue of the Seven, Lumine took a moment to compose herself.

"Traveler! The Ludi Harpastum Festival is gonna start soon if we don't hurry up! Oh Paimon is so excited. Do you think they will have lots of food?" Paimon appeared beside her, high pitched voice rattling on about food.

Taking off towards Mondstat, Lumine made it to the gates just before the evening hours. However, the guards seemed to be about ready to turn to stone with how tense they were. "Hey is it just Paimon or does everyone seem really tense?" Paimon floated close to Lumine's ear, whisepering as she spoke. "Maybe Jean or Keaya will know something. Let's go ask them." Lumine nodded and headed to the Headquarters of the Knights Of Favonius. When she finally made it and asked a Stressed looking Jean, it appeared she was right, something was off.

"Oh, yes, they have every right to be stressed. With how many have already showed up to the festival and the arrival of two Fatui Harbingers every knight is stressed out. But, please, do not let that distract you from having fun at the festival." Jean had explained, rubbing her temples as she did so. It seemed her work never ended. The festival was already a stressful time of year for the knights and two harbingers showing uo only added to it. On top of that, the Harbinger called "The Lamb" was suspected to be one of the hands of the Tsraritsa herself. Any wrong doing could completely sour the already fragile relationship with the Fatui. She did not want risk a diplomatic incident with someone like that. Jean watched as Lumine nodded.

"I do not want to seem like i am overstepping or trying to ruin your time here, but if you wouldn't mind keeping an eye out for anything suspicious I would greatly appreicate it. Please, have a wonderful time first and foremost. Now, if you do not mind I have a meeting to prepare for. Go out and have fun and hopefully i will be able join you soon." Jean had shooed Lumine out of the office. Lumine smiled before nodding and leaving to join the festival activities. It was nearly evening afterall and she didn't want to miss even a single minute of activites with friends.

Unaware of the looming ghosts, Lumine went and enjoyed festivites and met with old friends. The Lamb prepared for an eventful next few days. Between haunting Venti for his crimes against them and preparing to meet Lumine, The Lamb had their plate full. Pantalone prepares to move his chess pieces in the most profitable direction that won't entirely spoil Fatui and Mondstat relations. All of them entangled in a web that The Lamb themselves partially created to expose the concept of Divine Creator to their sibiling.

(Arc: The Deluded Dreaming of Gods.) (BEGIN)

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A word from the author:

This was originally written to be multiple parts and way different then I thought. This was also a test of my strength when i comes to writing an actual semi connected short story thing. I was not satisfied with the original work so i remade it into this snippet. I would delete it, but i wish to keep it so into this little dumpster it goes.

I try not to make the Reader into too much of an OC but i find it difficult to not make it an OC insert sometimes when i write. Hopefully its not too much like an OC when read. The Ludi Harpastum Festival is an actual thing in Genshin. I am not making that up.

[deepwoodmotte2]

ok me again many thoughts this evening!formal investigation into cregan x dornish reader if you write dorne as a generic combination of South American/Latinx cultures below!! (inspired by me, who is Latinx. super super promise i am not being weird i was making salchipapas while I thought about this the first time.) (reader is referred to as a princess, she/her pronouns. her appearance isn’t referred to besides long hair. i can also write a GN version of this if people want it!!)

ok so in my mind cregan would only be likely to end up with a dornish reader if the war necessitated it, OR, in my favorite rendition, she was his third wife. I love Alysanne blackwood too much to write her out entirely. so cregan, single dad again at, say, 35, attends a council at King’s Landing. Why? Not Important! maybe a grain deal?? but reader, who is a dornish princess, is there as an envoy (think when oberyn attended the wedding!) in place of her parent, the current ruler of dorne. reader is mid or late-twenties, married once before and widowed. she has one unnamed son, who’s 10.)

the council pair off, and somehow, a deal gets struck between the north, dorne, and king’s landing. maybe for spices? and so suddenly you, reader, are having to work very closely with this imposingly tall, broad northerner with a thick beard and long hair and a nose that’s clearly been broken a couple times and apparently a crop of children and you cannot look away. i like to imagine the north as scotland when Scotland was heavily populated by the danish - cregan has a unplaceable accent to you, but his voice is so rich and gently firm that you can’t help but swoon a little. he’s stormy - he’s dour, and he gets a little tiny mischievous smirk when he’s talking sometimes that you think you want to see in your child’s face someday. he’s a bit older than you but in an appealing way, he’s a lord, he looks like that, and you, who have always been independent, strategic, and witty, are suddenly at a LOSS. i always like to imagine my readers with happy families so i’m imagining reader speaking furiously to a bastard sister she’s brought with her in spanish like “¡¡¡si si si !!!!! y es MUY alto y…. tienes que jurarme que guardarás silencio… pero es tan guapo….” and the whole time reader is completely unaware that cregan stark is having a moral crisis in the corner because he doesn’t really just WANT to be like “this is the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen” he wants to grieve and sit with that for longer for the sake of his children. and so he finds himself at odds. and not about to do anything about it at all!!! dornish princess is ruining his life and she doesn’t even know it!!

and then maybe one day a Lannister or someone else we can guarantee wolf-man would loathe says they intend to ask for your hand. and suddenly cregan realizes he might lose something he never even had - and he never loses. he makes a vow to himself to try, and seeks you out. maybe reader likes to hunt or walk or swim; either way, you’re in the godswood, on a blustery evening, and it’s you and a couple of personal guards. cregan stark rides into the godswood with his own guard, ice on his back, in a light grey tunic with a divet in the middle and riding pants. his boots are black leather, cut high and to his calf. they frame his thighs, which are are as wide as a barrel; the muscle in them ripples when his horse gallops. you are thinking nothing the faith or your septa would approve of. his clavicle peeks through the top of his shirt, the enormous sinewy muscle of his neck visible. you think, for a half second, that he would look ravishing in martell yellow.

you clear your throat. and try not to stare as he comes off his horse and his back muscles peek through the thin material of his shirt. even in this weather, which is not warm, he’s a little sweaty. you don’t realize what he knows - it’s not weather, it’s nerves. you’re exactly what he wants and what he is most terrified of. you’re widowed, too - you know his pain. you’re of high - incredibly so - rank, and you’re beautiful, intelligent, and while he’s unfamiliar with your culture, he wants to know everything he can about it and you. he wants you. he barely knows you and the idea of not getting to further feels like it’s eating him alive. his shirt sticks to his back some more. he turns to face you.

“lord stark-“ he cuts you off, accidentally, but confidently. “Princess, i had hoped to speak to you alone.” you jolt, surprised. had your sister repeated what you’d told her? was he here for council business? had you offended him somehow? you look at him, studying his eyes as best you can as the distance between you slowly closes and he walks forward, and you see, for the first time, an unsureity. he looks afraid. you dismiss your guards as he does.

“what is it you need, lord stark?” his Adam’s apple flexes as he swallows, his neck muscles twitching as his jaw tenses in worry. you’re almost worried - he looks pained. had something happened?

“I thought we might walk while we speak.” you take his arm, gently, trying to look him in the eye. his beard seems unkempt, unlike him. his hair needs to be shorn. he looks wild. you walk, and out of the silence, he says “my first wife, who i married at six and ten, proposed to me. my second wife did the same.” before you can respond, he continues, “as it stands, i have never arranged my own marriage - i… have wandered into them without set intention. it leaves me at a loss then, of knowledge of how to ask.” you swallow, expecting the worst - is he asking you how to propose to someone else? but you’re both too recently widowed, grieving, and then he takes a deep breath in, and says “Princess, i understand that you may not agree to it, and i respect that. i also understand that lannister intends to ask you the same.” you breathe in in shock at that - lannister? - and then go “agree to what, lord stark?” he takes an unconfident stride, turning his face quickly away and then back. you stop walking. you need to look him in the eye.

“i wondered, princess, if you would be willing to be my wife.”

a moment passes. you realize you’ve just been staring at him. he takes a breath in and goes “i have caused-“ you hold a hand up. “you have caused no offense, lord stark. i merely had no expectation of this.” you’re red in the face, but not in a bad way. it’s certainly not warm out right now, for what you’re used to. “i… i would. i would very much like to. i took pause because i did not expect you to ask.”

there’s a long pause before cregan stark asks if he can kiss you. you need him, in every way. your hands grip his shirt collar, his neck, his beard, and eventually, into his hair - one of his hands has encircled your waist, pulling you into him. you are not fragile, nor particularly petite, but you still disappear behind his figure with ease. his beard burns against your skin, but the friction does nothing to cool your fires - he bites at your lip, hard, wolfish, and you gasp, taking in air. he does it again a moment later, and you realize you will end up in this man’s bed, lest it kill you. it goes on for a while before either of you formally come up for air, and it’s only because a raindrop hits you in the forehead.

“i am glad of your offer,” you say, placing a hand on his chest, “and glad of you.” cregan stark, lips red, beard tangled from your hands, hair askew, looks at you like you know a secret. he doesn’t smile, not ever, that you’ve seen. you like to imagine he does for his children. you want to ask about them. (you’ve met his only son, an equally stormy and dour teenager, who you suspect your own son, a boy of ten, all chubby-cheeked and spritey, would find terrifying. cregan and his son, however, seem to share a kindness - an earnest one - and you are not blind to that. you wonder what else there is to cregan you can’t see.) a brevity graces his stern brows, and there is a warmth to his voice previously unheard to you when he says “and i of you, princess.” you smile then, lightly and truly.

[theamityelf]

Okay at this point am just gonna start calling myself chai anon if you don't mind because it seems like am here to stay with the ideas (ahoge makoto, sharing makoto between students)

Okay soooooo i was thinking about class 77 reaction to their minis after leaving the simulation

And this is perhaps in an au where they all live? Or maybe if like canon only makoto,kyoko,aoi, byakuya, yashiro,toko live

BUUUUT basically they leave the simulation and are like :O

Because HEY their minis that they had to take care of are now not minis,just normal people

But despite that I think perchance habits are still hard to break whether it be kazuichi looking out for chihiro or mahiru making sure hifumi doesn't do anything you get my point

But I just wanna see when nagito sees big makoto or when the class does they'd be like '... nothing changed' because they're right, makoto is still the same clumsy guy that gets lost repeatedly and that sometimes the class has to look for him albeit not as much,so maybe like nagito would also keep up the habits he built on petting him or the class would sometimes pull at his ahoge if makoto insists on working when he should get some sleep

Ahhhh now am imagining it with the au of makoto being fuyuhiko's mini but an all honesty am all out of brain juice currently because am studying for an exam when I got stuck with the idea

This is a threat,you will see me again with more ideas :)

Chai anon-

(I look forward to it! 😁)

Mini Classmates AUs Masterlist

You know, from a rehabilitating-the-Remnants standpoint (in this AU), I'm sure the idea behind the mini kouhais was to give the Remnants an opportunity to care about someone who depended on them and couldn't do much/anything for them in return.

Like, the Neo World Program was meant to be a scenario where they were experiencing communal love for their classmates as a collective, friend love for those they specifically connected with, and selfless love for the kouhai they were taking care of.

But they definitely missed the mark on that last point, because the takeaway for a lot of them definitely ended up being, "Some of my mental health is now staked on the fact that this person depends on me and I get to take care of them and project feelings onto them and keep them close."

That possessiveness we talked about is going to be propping up a lot of the weight for their sense of self, once the foundations of who they are get shaken by remembering what they've done.

And when the feeling of ownership they had over their kouhais is challenged by them being people-sized, I don't think all of the Remnants are going to be willing to let go. A lot of them are going to want to act out some version of that relationship on the full-sized kouhais.

And after everything they've done, there's a lot they can justify now. After all, if cuddling with their kouhais keeps them from relapsing into despair and committing bigger atrocities, then they should do everything in their power to make sure they can cuddle with their kouhais, right?

(Basically, A Panel of Hope Experts, but for everyone.)

The matter of whether or not the whole 78th class is alive becomes huge, in this case.

If not, one imagines the Neo World Program was supposed to have a whole process for letting the proxies for the people who died say goodbye and go away and just generally break things to the Remnants gently and give them time to grieve before the full brunt of the apocalypse hits him.

Instead, the killing game happened, and there was presumably no time to adjust to their kouhais actually being dead before the Remnants woke up with a deluge of traumatic memories and had no one to make a little sleep space for or carry to the dining hall or anything.

They just have these six. And Aoi doesn't need Akane to cut up her food anymore. Makoto still falls a lot, but he doesn't need them to help him up. Toko doesn't need to be protected from Gundham's hamsters, Byakuya doesn't need to be helped up to the sink basin, they can take care of themselves.

But a lot of the Remnants really want to act like they can't.

And those whose kouhais died find themselves very attached to whichever survivor was closest to them. Hiyoko is even more attached to Aoi than Akane is; Ibuki again joins Nagito in smothering Makoto; Mikan is obsessed with the fact that Yasuhiro was one of the last ones to genuinely try to connect with Taka.

(Kazuichi is mostly just bitter about everything.)

If the 78th class is alive, then that's a bit better for everyone. Kazuichi would definitely be less bitter if Chihiro was alive to care about. But Taka should be worried, because Mikan will be the clingiest she's ever been. And Fuyuhiko definitely won't like being shorter than Mondo again.

In this situation, pretty much everyone can just fixate on their specific kouhai, instead of having to collectively share.

Chiaki wasn't really human, so Celeste doesn't have a senpai. Just imagining Mikan eagerly volunteering to take her in. It's as if she's just adopted two black-haired, red-eyed orphans.

Either way, we end up in a situation where, first of all, some of the Remnants will be very quick to make their kouhais need them.

(The Makoto ahoge hack, definitely. He'll be trying to get work done, and one of them just starts brushing his hair, and he's like, "I know what you're doing. It's not gonna work." But he's asleep in minutes, and they get to carry him to bed or let him sleep across their lap. And I'm sure at least some of the other Remnants have found similar things that make their kouhais sleepy or vulnerable.)

And second of all, if Hajime/Izuru thinks it will benefit his friends' recovery, he will make sure the kouhais need their senpais. Maybe he'll lightly poison them so they'll be sick for a while.

(Maybe he omits Kyoko from whatever he does, just out of personal loyalty. She was his mini, after all. She can observe from the sidelines alongside him. He'll make sure she doesn't interfere.)

[asheli1515]

The Ghosts We Carry || Rafe Cameron - Chapter 1

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a/n: soft!rafe x fem!character (OC)

word count: ~2k

warnings/disclaimers: fluff, angst, familial loss, grief, brief mention of substances (alcohol, drugs, etc.), season 4 plotline (I'm grieving), out-of-character rafe after a while, emotional intimacy, smut is there if you squint, blood, violence, dangerous situations, dual pov

summary: after a reckless night of partying, Rafe Cameron finds himself alone at the beach walking home. During his trek, he bumps into a quiet, mysterious newcomer who seems to see beyond his tough exterior. Despite Rafe's reputation and his defensive attitude, the newcomer refuses to judge him. They strike up an unexpected connection, and soon, their late-night conversations become the highlight of Rafe's days. As their bond deepens, Rafe finds himself torn between his need to prove himself and his new feelings for someone who doesn't want anything from him but the truth. Will Rafe let down his walls and risk everything for love, or will his inner turmoil and need to make something of himself tear them apart?

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VIVIENNE

I found myself on a beach in the town that I would now have to call home, unfamiliar with my surroundings. The night brought a chill I had never felt in my evenings spent in Texas. I felt a nostalgia for something I never thought I would have to, for my old life, my old self. The events that led to this would fundamentally change anyone; I was not the exception. I felt like a shell of the person I once was, haunted by memories that I could never get back. I just couldn’t bear to stay there anymore as all the places I frequented brought up memories that hurt to relive.

It had been 3 months since my brother’s sudden death shook the foundation of my life. He had been my caretaker for most of my life as my father was out of the picture, and my mother had to work several jobs in order to pay rent. He was my solace in this unrelenting world, and suddenly… he was gone. He was driving to my apartment one evening for our weekly dinner. That was until a drunk driver ran a red light and swerved into his car, hitting it head-on. He was pronounced dead on the scene, and I received the call from the police soon after. It felt like it was my fault because he was driving to my apartment. Maybe if we had rescheduled just that one time, he would still be alive.

My whole world was shattered; my older brother, by 2 years, was dead, and I felt as though maybe I had died with him. I have just been going through the motions for the past months as I tried to figure out how I was supposed to live without him. He was only twenty-four and had so much left to offer this world. I don’t think I will ever find it in myself to forgive the driver who killed him, and that alone haunts me. I am not a vengeful person and always believed myself to be forgiving. However, this man was the reason I would never see my brother again, and this caused me to have an anger I had never felt before.

Moving to Kildare was supposed to be a fresh start, but I still found the painful memories following my every step. Tonight was a particularly difficult night, and I needed fresh air. That is the reason I am currently leaning up against a decaying tree trunk admiring the ocean I rarely got to see in Texas. The complete and utter silence of the night was something I needed so desperately, but I also craved human interaction. I’ve barely talked to anyone since moving, as Kildare is very tight-knit and wary of anyone new. This fact is understandable, but I still longed for new relationships. The bleak outlook on this situation made me question my decisions. I couldn’t be alone anymore, but I had no idea how that would change.

I was brought out of my thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps, which was odd, considering it was around two in the morning. I turned to look and saw a man who looked around my age strolling down the beach. He seemed in no hurry to get anywhere in particular, as his pace was nothing of note. His gaze finally reached me, and his blank face was replaced with a questioning look. It was almost as if the universe heard my pleas for someone, anyone, to talk to because there he was—a stranger that I could hopefully rope into a conversation.

“Hey, you!” I almost shouted at him in an attempt to get his attention. It seemed like he didn’t hear me, though, because I received no response. “Hello? Did you not hear me?” I asked with a genuine curiosity. He stared at me momentarily, almost as if he was calculating his next move.

He then asked a question that nearly made me giggle because of its ridiculousness. I wasn’t sure if I had heard him right because he had just questioned who I was talking to, as if the beach was full of people. “Yes, I’m talking to you. Do you see anyone else near us?” I laughed as I asked him this. “No, I guess I don’t,” he answered straight and to the point. His face again showed a look of calculation as if he was unsure of what to do next.

I found this fact quite endearing and looked for a way to keep the conversation going for as long as possible. I pat the sand next to me to indicate that I wanted him to join me, if only for a moment. When he saw this, he hesitated before finally deciding to take the seat next to me.

As soon as he sat down, I smelled a mix of what I could only assume was alcohol and expensive cologne. This fact did not shock me as I was on the rich side of the island, which they called Figure Eight. I took a moment to look at him as I could not see him before when he was further away. His buzzed haircut complimented him well, and his blue eyes looked like the ocean only mere feet ahead of us. He was wearing a nice polo and some khaki pants that solidified the fact that he had money.

I noticed he was slightly buzzed and seemed focused on the horizon before us. I resolved to let him speak first, so I mirrored his actions and looked out towards the expansive waters. A long time passed before he spoke, but he eventually did.

“Who are you?” he asked, intrigued by what my answer would be. The question didn’t come as a surprise to me as no one in this town knew who I was. “My name is Vivienne Whitlock, and you are?” I questioned back as I was just as eager to learn about the person sitting next to me. He took in my answer and replied, “Rafe Cameron.” He did not elaborate further but had another question ready to ask me before I could say anything.

“Why have I never seen you before?” he inquired. I knew every time I introduced myself to someone, I would have to answer these questions, but that didn’t make it any easier. It was hard to explain why I moved to Kildare without explaining my brother’s passing. It was like reopening the wound; I wasn’t sure if I could do that right now. However, something about this Rafe Cameron character intrigued me, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I still smelled the alcohol on him, and it was clear he had just left a party to head home.

Maybe that is why he decided to walk, as he was clearly still feeling the effects of the drinks he had consumed not long before. I admired him for this fact, and, at that moment, I decided to trust him. I knew I had no information about him besides his name, but at least until this conversation ended, I knew there would be no reason for me to be worried about the person next to me.

“I just moved here from Texas. I needed a fresh start.” I say, hoping that my explanation was enough. He nodded as if understanding the need for a new beginning, something I’m not sure he had the privilege of having. “I see. Any reason why you chose here of all places?” he followed up. I honestly wasn’t sure how to answer this question, but I responded, “There is no particular reason why I chose to move here. I just needed to get away from some bad memories.” My face betrayed me at that moment as tears pricked at my eyes.

I looked away from Rafe, not wanting to cry in front of him as I had just met him. I had no idea what he thought about my reaction as he was silent, and I didn’t dare to look back at him. Suddenly, I felt a hand lay gently on my back, and I jumped slightly at the contact.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just didn’t know what else to do,” he said defensively. I sighed as I replied, “You don’t have to apologize. I just wasn’t expecting that because, if I’m being honest, I haven’t talked to anyone in a while.” I don’t know why I told him this as I swore to myself that who I was back in Texas wouldn’t follow me here.

That was the whole reason for the move, anyway. Yet here I was, explaining my entire life story to someone closer to a stranger than not. I looked back at him, and his expression was hard to gauge. I could have never anticipated what he said next.

“Why is that?” His response was said with an amount of curiosity that shocked me. I thought that after he saw me almost cry, he would immediately get up and leave. He didn’t do that, though, as he remained in place, making it seem like he needed this conversation to continue as much as I did. This reaction confused me as it didn’t seem to fit who he was. He had a rough exterior that seemed like it took people a while to get through. He seemed to almost care about why I was here on the beach this late at night.

“I don’t have anyone anymore. That’s why I am sitting alone on a beach at two in the morning.” I say with a light but sad tone. He seems to absorb and process my words within a few seconds. His response took longer, though, as it was apparent he was trying to find the proper response. “Why is that?” He asked quietly and carefully, as if saying it like that would potentially lessen my anger if that was the response I chose. I stared at the rolling waves as if they would give me support as I answered him. I decided to be honest with him as I would probably never see him again after tonight.

“My brother, Griffin, died a couple of months ago because a drunk driver hit him while he was on his way to my apartment for our weekly dinner,” I responded as a few tears trickled down my face. I wiped my tears and finally gathered the courage to look back at Rafe. His gaze held a sympathy that knocked the breath out of me. It was more emotion than I ever expected from him, and it made me realize that I had been longing for someone to talk to about this for a long time.

“I’m so sorry, Vivienne. That must have been awful.” His voice was sympathetic, just like I expected it to be. I nodded in agreement, and, in that moment, all of the emotions I had been holding in since Griffin’s death came flooding out of me. It was like a dam had opened in my soul because I felt all the pain I had locked away three months ago. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed quietly, the only other noise being the waves hitting the shore.

“Hey, i-it’s okay. What do I do? What should I do?” Rafe questioned, obviously shocked by the scene that was unfolding before him. Instead of saying anything, I just laid my head on his shoulder because that was all I could do. He stiffened at the contact, his arms suspended above me as he was unsure of the correct response. I eventually felt his arms wrap around me as he relaxed into the hug. I felt some tension leave his body just as it had mine. We stayed like that for a while as it was apparent that the physical contact was needed more than either of us was willing to admit.

Rafe continued to act the opposite of what his demeanor suggested, and I realized he might be just as damaged by his circumstances as I was. That thought comforted me as I noticed the sun peaking above the horizon, indicating the arrival of morning.

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a/n: hey yall! This chapter introduces our main character, yay! Can't wait to continue this story. Please comment and lmk what yall think!! - Ash <3

[egirling]

one direction.

i think i’m still grieving what happened; ever since liam has passed there’s not been a single day where i haven’t thought about the 5 boys that overtook my life when i was 12. i was a diehard fan, still am. if it wasn’t for them; i wouldn’t of met my closest friend. they had such an impact on my life and i genuinely cannot process what happened.

i never thought that i would be this sad at a member passing; but i also think that i never ever thought to fully understand that it’ll happen one day. i handle death well but for some reason this death has struck me.

as a 24 year old, i feel for the 12 year old girl who started liking them. who had her walls covered in posters, wrote fanfiction, ran a 1D fan page on facebook and twitter, the one who cried when zayn left and when they all unfortunately split away from the band. i remember the little girl who would get salty when people typed ‘1d’ instead of of ‘1D’, the girl who stayed up late to watch songs be released, the girl who truly thought these 5 guys were the best thing to happen to her.

i remember listening to up all night and getting sad when stole my heart came on; because i knew the album was ending. but luckily i was fortune enough to own the physical album so i could just rewind it. i did that for years since i never owned another album on cd.

i also feel for that little girl; i remember being sad when i saw people attending 1D concerts knowing i never got the opportunity to as a child. as an adult; sure but… a reunion is unspoken for currently. i get sad when i realize that i’ll never see 5/5 live, but i saw a tiktok comment saying that i at least experienced the fandom at its prime and that i lived during it, and that’s enough for me to feel a connection to them. it makes me feel better.

i know that death is natural and happens to everyone, but i was not expecting to handle the loss of someone i worshiped as a child. i know he’s just a celebrity, would never know i existed and all of that but genuinely this has struck me in a way i never expected. it’s like part of my childhood has been torn away from me; like my younger self is heartbroken by liam and what happened. (maybe this has to do with the trauma ive dealt with in my life? but that’s something i gotta discuss with my psychiatrist.)

1D and all the members will always have a spot in my heart and soul for the chapter of my life that they were in, i’m genuinely so grateful for them in multiple ways. i remember when little things came out and that was in my peak of my self harming, and hearing them sing about things i hated about myself struck me when i was younger. obviously, when i was a child it felt more personal compared to being an adult, but it still helped. i don’t think i self harmed for awhile after that song.

i love the fact that i got to experience them as a band, and the fact that im living in a life with their solo careers as well. i’m ever so proud of them and how they’ve grown.

as for liam, i do miss him as weird as it might be. i never knew him, never would but he was … almost a positive influence on me and my younger self. i didn’t have much direction growing up, but i knew listening to their songs or watching videos of them that i would feel content. an escape maybe.

i don’t know. i can’t sleep and it’s almost midnight and i needed to get this off my chest. i think i just needed to vent and say my peace and words to accept what’s happened.

this blog started as a 1D blog 💀

i know there’s millions of fans who are deeply affected by this as well, and if anyone even reads this i just want you to know your feelings and thoughts are completely valid, grief affects everyone differently. he was a huge part of life for MANY people out there. take care of yourself. listen to some songs and cry; everything will be okay.

(i don’t think i can do this 4 more times)

there’s a day i’ll be older than him and that’s weird… i don’t like that thought. it was never supposed to be that.

i would like to believe that liam is content wherever he is right now.

all the love, sarah / egirling

[littlepotaaatosimp]

Broken Heart - Miguel O'hara X Scarlet Witch!Reader

Tagged : @deputy-videogamer , @jupitersmoon167 , @midnight-the-shadow-wolf , @xenayami , @melday0105 , @oscarissac2099 , @gushers123 , @nervousvlad , @kuinnoa .

Warning : +18 but not a smut , angst , happy ending .

➞ Spoil : Doctor Strange : Multivers of Madness 

[Reader] → AFAB

[Y/N] = Your Name

[E/C] = Eye color

[H/C] = Hair color 

“ I opened the Darkhold. I have to close it. No one will ever be tempted by the Darkhold again.” 

Caught up in regret, [Y/N] Maximoff used her telekinetic powers to lift the temple to Scarlet Witch on Mount Wundagore to destroy the Book of the Damned in every universe. She looked up at the sky, tears in her eyes as the walls fell on her. Sacrificing her life so as not to let Scarlett Witch do any more damage not only in this universe but in the entire multiverse.

[Y/N] was in a dark place. She didn't look entirely human, she'd grown a horn and one of her arms looked like it wasn't hers any more, with long claws that could rip anything to shreds. Between her hands floated a sphere of luminous red energy that seemed to absorb the being in front of her, the demon inside her.

“ … You do not possess me, Chthon.” she said in an authoritative voice. “ I possess you…” 

After absorbing the demon, [Y/N] found herself back at the hideout she'd made after fleeing Westview. A small cottage in the middle of the wilderness.

She gazed at the peaceful cottage, her being echoing with a sense of nostalgia. As Maximoff made his way to the front door, he was engulfed by a red light that transformed his suit into a comfortable outfit. She put her hand on the doorknob and opened it to see that everything was as she remembered it.

[Y/N] had to accept the losses she had experienced throughout her life. She had to learn to accept for the sake of the multiverse, for herself but also for the memories she had of her loved ones, gone.

"I have to let them go… I have to grieve…" she whispered, her voice broken by the sadness she felt.

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as her face crumpled with pain and sadness, as she tried not to think too much about her parents, her twin brother, her ex-husband and her children.

Her parents.

Pietro.

Vision

And Billy and Tommy.

Gone and she has to accept it. She has to accept her loneliness and the fact that she's all alone again. Alone.

She bit her lip as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks, falling to her knees as she held her chest, wanting to rip out the organ that was throbbing.

An orange portal opened abruptly, throwing a person back into a universe unknown to him. He stood up to try and use the same portal that had brought him here, only to see it shrink and close right in front of him.

The man grunted in anger as the orange portal closed before turning to try and figure out where he had landed.

"Where am I?" he asked, looking at the watch he was wearing.

"Are you lost?" asked the hologram of a woman emerging from the watch with clear amusement in her voice.

"Tell me where I am." growled the man, clearly unable to take any more of Lily's amusement at his predicament.

"Mister is lost then!" she cooed before laughing at her creator's predicament.

The man's mask began to retract to show his cold, well-sculpted face… He pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to take any more of his AI's amused behaviour.

"You are currently on Earth 19999," the AI finally replied before disappearing, without before a sarcastic comment from him about perhaps recruiting the nerd who serves as Spiderman in this universe.

Now, Spiderman of Earth 2099 sighed before starting to walk in any direction, to find someone who could help him repair his watch and finally return home or to Spider-Society. Finally, somewhere he knew.

The further he walked, the deeper he sank into the wildness of the place.

No concrete, just earth. No skyscrapers, just trees.

Then he felt something hit his back, sending him flying a few metres away from where he'd been. He grunted and stood up to see a person floating a few centimetres off the ground, enveloped in red energy.

The two people looked at each other, their eyes red.

The person then stretched out his arm towards the man on the ground, enveloping him in the same energy that was enveloping him and lifting him a few centimetres off the ground.

"Who are you?" the person asked as he conjured up a sphere of energy in his hand, ready for a second salvo of attack. "What do you want from this universe?"

"Spiderman from Earth 2099." he replied as he realised that the person in front of him was trying to protect his universe from an incursion.

"Spiderman?" the person repeated, eyebrows furrowed.

The Spiderman she knew didn't look like that. He was a young adult who had just finished high school. Especially as she still remembered those facial features she saw during the 2014 war against Thanos, after the Blip that had brought back half the universe that had disappeared.

"You're not the Spiderman of this world…" finally understood Maximoff beginning to panic slightly at a possible incursion. "You're not supposed to be here."

"I'm just looking for materials to repair my watch. It's what's going to get me into my universe or the Spider-Society," Miguel grunted, feeling the energy tighten around his body, choking him slightly.

At this admission, [Y/N] loosened his grip and placed the Spiderman from another universe on the ground. His red eyes dissipated, giving way to magnificent [E/C] eyes. Just like Miguel's, whose red eyes gave way to brown ones.

The two looked at each other, scrutinising each other's every detail.

[Y/N] motioned for Spiderman to follow her, and Miguel did so, always on the lookout for another possible attack. The two walked in complete silence, not talking. The only noise that could be heard was that of nature and their footsteps. After walking for several long minutes, they came to a cottage.

"This is my house…" [Y/N] said simply, breaking the silence between them. She went to the door and opened it, beckoning Miguel to follow her inside.

Miguel was very defensive, not trusting this person. After all, he had just met her and had attacked her earlier. It was with great reserve that he decided to enter. Once inside, he turned his head to see that the cottage was decorated in a rather simplistic way, with a kitchen that was not at all modern.

[Y/N] then took off her long grey woollen waistcoat, revealing a suit of the same colour underneath. She placed her waistcoat on one of the kitchen chairs.

"I'm going to make us some tea while you explain why you're here," she said simply before disappearing into the kitchen.

The man wasn't sure what to do, so he simply looked around with a scrutinising gaze, trying to work out whether the person was an enemy or an ally. After a few minutes looking around, [Y/N] returned with a tray containing two cups and a steaming pot of tea. She placed it on the coffee table in what appeared to be the living room and motioned for Miguel to sit down in the seat in front of her. Miguel simply sat down, looking at the steaming cup.

[Y/N] understanding the reluctance of the man in front of her, simply used her telekinesis to lift the cup and move it in front of the spiderman from another universe.

"It's not poisoned," she said with a small smile, blowing on the cup of hot tea as she watched the man take the flying cup.

Chthon's ship took a sip as she watched the hot liquid in her cup, trying to think of what she could say.

"Your presence here is dangerous to this universe, you know…" she said as she looked the man in the eye.

"That's why I'm looking for a way back to my universe or to Spider-Society."

"Um…" she mumbled as she closed her eyes before opening them again. "You can understand that I can't afford to leave you here at the risk of letting an incursion take place…I'll help you."

Miguel closed his eyes, thanking the person in front of him for his help.

"I'm [Y/N] Maximoff." the person introduced himself with a small smile.

"Miguel O'hara."

" Nice to meet you."

In the days following the meeting between the two people, [Y/N] and Miguel had to go into town to look for any DIY tools or components that the Spider Man from another universe needed to repair his exit key to return to Spider-Society. The ship had used its magic to look different, she didn't want Strange to recognise her after what happened with the multiverse, she was far too ashamed and not yet ready to face the world.

Of course, Miguel didn't know who the warm soul was who had offered to help her and what she had done in life to make her feel the need to change her appearance to go into town.

Together, throughout the days, they were able to buy the materials and DIY tools needed to repair the watch.

The two then returned to [Y/N]'s cottage to begin the repairs.

They were both rather reserved, but as the hours and days passed, they gradually began to talk about their lives, without mentioning their traumas and losses.

One day, [Y/N] had gone to the old house she had shared with Vision and her children in Westview under a new guise, so as not to be recognised by the residents she had put under mental control.

Miguel, who had stayed in the cottage to continue the repairs, got up to fetch a tool. He started walking towards one of the rooms. He turned on the light and saw what appeared to be a room for children. The Spiderman frowned, wondering why [Y/N] had a boy's room in her shawl, did she have children? So where were they?

Questions began to form in his head. He couldn't stop thinking about his daughter, whom he had also lost. Were they the same?

He looked at the photo frames in the room, to see that one of them had a family photo, but not just any family photo. The father had red skin and didn't look human at all, he had a stone embedded in his forehead. Beside him was someone all too familiar to the man, someone with [H/C] coloured hair and [E/C] eyes shining with love and joy, with a sincere smile on her lips. In front of the two adults were two little boys, who appeared to be the children of the two adults behind them, wearing innocent smiles…

When he saw the photo, he couldn't help but feel his heart clench, remembering his life as a father. It seemed that the two of them were more alike than he had imagined. After understanding [Y/N]'s personal situation, he felt anxious and felt his walls, which he had beaten down for several years after the loss of his daughter, crumble at the mere realisation of the common link between the two individuals.

The front door opened to reveal the owner, who was swallowed up by red energy and returned to her usual hair colour [M/C] and big eyes [E/C]. When she returned to the cottage, she saw Miguel's watch in the living room, but she didn't see him in the room, which worried her. She felt her heart pound with concern for the tall man from another universe. She began to search the rooms of the house, only to find him in her boys' bedroom.

"O-oh, what are you doing here?" asked [Y/N] with a small, embarrassed smile and an equally embarrassed laugh.

"Do you have children?" the man asked as he moved closer to the person, his body clearly towering above that of Chthon's ship.

"Wh-"

Miguel showed the family photo to the person who'd taken him in all this time. [Y/N] then realised that he had discovered a part of her that she had wanted to hide. She felt anxiety and fear catch her throat, her heartbeat and breathing quickened. She felt imprisoned, so she staggered out of the room and into the living room. She sat down in a chair and wrapped her arms around her body, her nails digging into her skin as tears rolled down her cheeks as she thought about her perfect little sitcom life and what she'd lost.

"[Y/N]…" called Miguel in a low voice so as not to provoke a fit from the person.

"I-I had two boys… But…" she began as the tears fell more and more.

Miguel sat down next to Maximoff, trying to cheer her up, clearly understanding her pain at losing someone close to her. That's why he was much more patient with this person than with others. This news about this person had shaken her up. Perhaps he should open up more with the Maximoff.

"I-I lost my daughter too…" admitted Miguel, looking at the photo frame.

"W-what?"

Miguel sighed as he stared at the ground for a minute before looking at the person beside him, the tear marks still visible on his cheeks. He gave her a small smile before glancing at the photo. He then began to recount what had happened. The death of his alternate self, his replacement by himself and life with his daughter, and finally the destruction of this universe, of which he was the main cause.

Listening to the Spiderman's story, [Y/N] grabbed the man's hand to reassure him that she was there. [Y/N] then felt compelled to recount her loss. She could only remember what Vision had told her when she lost her father. He had told her that talking about the loss of Pietro and how she felt would help her grieve.

"Maybe he's right…" she thought wistfully of that moment in her bedroom when she was watching a sitcom with the synthesizer beside her.

The witch took a deep breath and began to tell her story. From the loss of her parents when she was 10, to the loss of her twin brother when she was 18, to Vision when she was 28 and a few weeks later, she had lost the artificial intelligence once again, but on top of that, she had lost both her sons. At 31, driven mad by loneliness and clinging to her memories as a housewife, she decided to kill her other alternative so that she could have her children with her. But it didn't work out that way…

"I want my children with me… But I can't…" she said simply, glancing at Miguel.

You could tell in her voice that she was broken because of the feelings that flooded through her whole being as she recalled the moments she spent with those children in the Westview Anomaly.

She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her woollen waistcoat as she bit her lip to keep from crying more.

"In the end, you and I are almost the same…" Miguel spoke in a gentle voice as he placed his hand on her head.

Sensing the attraction they felt towards each other building to a climax at this point, the two moved closer and their lips touched. At first it was just innocent little kisses, but then the room warmed up and they began to wrestle for dominance. [Y/N] threw her arms around the man's neck to embrace him while Miguel placed his large hands on his hips. The witch straddled him as the session between them grew hotter and hotter.

Miguel, overcome with excitement, lifted the witch's body as the kiss grew hotter. He then made his way to [Y/N]'s bedroom, laying her body down gently before undressing her with kisses. The man stood up to look at Maximoff's almost naked body. He smiled wryly at this, feeling aroused by the sight of [Y/N]'s flushed face. He then decided to put his head close to her neck, while kissing. He opened his mouth as his canines lengthened before placing them gently on the young witch's neck.

[Y/N] when she felt the canines of the man who was currently dominating her. She squeezed her legs together, feeling aroused by the action. She'd never had sex before, when she was in a relationship with Vision, even to get pregnant there was no need to have had sex. She just wanted to get pregnant and her magic did the rest. Her heart began to race just thinking about what was to come.

One thing led to another and the two of them had sex for several hours.

The sunlight streamed into the woman's bedroom. [Y/N] opened her eyes as she looked around her room and when she turned her head, she saw Miguel O'hara's naked body. At that moment, her heart dropped into her stomach, feeling bad for deceiving Vision. She just felt attached to the artificial intelligence who had been her lover for several years. Panicking, she got up and put on her clothes before heading for the kitchen. She decided to go about her business as usual, as if nothing had happened yesterday. So she just started making breakfast for the two of them.

Miguel O'hara opened his eyes and moved his arm to try and embrace the woman he'd spent the night with, only to be met with emptiness. He moved his head towards the spot to see that [Y/N] was no longer there. He got up and went into the kitchen to see her cooking. He felt his heart melt with tenderness as he watched the scene before him. He decided to move closer and put his arms around her to cuddle her.

"Whoa…" he mumbled in a deep voice as he placed his lips on her neck.

The young woman sighed and removed herself from the man's grasp, confusing him.

"Hello…" she greeted coldly in return.

The man from Earth 2099 couldn't help but be shocked by [Y/N]'s coldness. He frowned.

"Are you all right?"

"Not very well…" she replied before leaving a silence, pondering the words that were to follow. "I-I think the two of us was a mistake…"

This news had the effect of a stone falling on the man.

"W-what?"

"We both come from different universes and especially that you'll soon be leaving me once your watch is fixed… A relationship won't be possible between us…" she admitted, placing both hands on the man's cheeks. "We'd better forget what happened yesterday, it was a serious mistake…"

Having said that, she turned and continued preparing breakfast with a heavy heart.

The day went on just like the first day. The two avoided each other as best they could, trying not to stay in the same place.

Miguel meanwhile threw himself heart and soul into repairing his watch.

While [Y/N] went out more and more to tend to the garden.

They didn't even glance at each other, not wanting to make the atmosphere even more awkward and tense than it already was. They couldn't look each other in the eye without both of them feeling attracted to the other, and especially bad, because [Y/N] was right.

Their love story wasn't supposed to exist, they should never have met in the first place.

Miguel O'hara the Spiderman of Earth 2099 was standing outside the cottage wearing his hero suit as he put his watch on his wrist after 2 months of trying to repair it with what [Y/N] had bought. He turned it on and an orange portal opened in front of him, and he felt sad to be leaving the quiet, peaceful life he'd been able to create with the woman with the hair [C/H]. Deep down, he hoped that the woman would come and stop him leaving her, but it was best for his world. Sensing something behind him, he turned his head to see someone…

"[Y/N]…" he muttered emotionally, as his mask disappeared.

His eyes boring into the woman's eyes.

The witch was outside, panting as if she'd run a marathon, tears in her eyes as she saw that the man was about to leave her. She knew it was for the good of her land, but she couldn't help feeling selfish and wanting happiness after so much loss. The moment she fell back in love with someone other than her former lover, his presence had to threaten her world. Why did the world make her heart beat faster for a man she knew was impossible to be in a relationship with? If she had been under the Darkhold's control, she herself would have destroyed her universe and the people who live in it just to feel that spark of love. With nothing left to lose, she ran to the spider hero and kissed him fiercely, throwing her arms around his neck to bring her large body closer to his.

At last, after days of coldness, the two shared a fiery kiss that melted all the ice that had built up between them.

After a few seconds, they pulled away, their eyes misty with tears that threatened to fall.

"Miguel… I-I really love you. You're the only one since Vision who makes me feel this way, but… You have to go…" she said, caressing his face as the tears rolled down his cheeks. "I want to love you… But-"

"My presence threatens your world…" finished Miguel, who was just as shocked by what had just happened. "I know…"

The two shared one last kiss, a kiss that felt like goodbye, or rather, farewell…

"Perhaps in another universe, this might have been possible…" said the witch, stroking the hair of the man whose feelings she had just confessed.

"Yes, in another universe it would have worked, mi amore…"

The newly-formed couple walked away from each other, looking at each other sadly, knowing that they were going to have to say goodbye.

Miguel turned his back to [Y/N], slowly approaching the gate. Nearing the thing that would take him home to Spider-Society, he turned his face towards the woman he had grown to love during his time here. He could see that the woman who had helped him, who had taken him in, had her face twisted in sadness, her hands resting on her chest, her hands clenched. The sight also made his heart ache. He too didn't want to leave the woman and this quiet little life.

"You have to go, Miguel…" she said, a broken smile on her lips.

The Spiderman nodded slowly before launching himself into the orange portal, leaving Earth 19999 and the woman who had seduced her, [Y/N] Maximoff.

They both closed their eyes as they began to remember each other's warmth and comforting presence.

"Goodbye, [Y/N] / Miguel."

Days and months have passed since Miguel returned to Spider-Society. Some Spiderman and Spiderwoman seemed reassured by his return for fear that an incursion had been created when he was lost in one of the lands of the vast multiverse. But they couldn't help worrying about the overly calm and distracted temperament of the man who was at the head of this whole organisation that brought together Spidermen from several different universes.

The man couldn't help thinking about the woman he loved. His love for her had begun to intensify since their separation, the need to find her had become stronger and almost anchored in his wildest instincts. He also found himself doing a lot more missions than usual and that's where he finds himself. He was on a mission to try and capture an anomaly that was threatening the tranquillity of the universe in question. As he had the villain between his claws, in the air, he opened his mouth wide, his canines extending to plant them.

When his ears picked up a strange, threatening sound, he turned his head as his mask rematerialised over his face, and he saw some kind of dark creature flying towards him in a threatening manner. He threw the enemy to the ground as he dodged the unknown thing's attack. Once he was a good distance away, he noted the strange, monstrous appearance of the thing. He couldn't work out what the monster was. Miguel lunged at the creature but was quickly pushed back by one of the monster's limbs, catching himself on one of the walls where he dug his claws in to keep from falling. He growled savagely as he shook his head to get his bearings. He looked up to see the monster ready to attack him, but he also saw the creature surrounded by a red energy that stopped him in his tracks. Turning his eyes, he saw a sort of misty red portal and a person emerging from it. Seeing the person, his heart beat faster as his eyes watched every feature of the face of the person who had saved him.

[Y/N] stepped out of the portal she had generated with her magic to see that the demon had indeed been stopped just in time.

"Phew! The others will have to take care of the rest… I can't believe demons escaped from the dark dimension…" she growled, running a hand over her hair.

She then flew close to the monster, who squeaked in fear as he sensed a much more powerful and ancient energy in the witch. Happy that her mission was over so quickly, she took out a kind of telephone that allowed her and her team to communicate even in different universes. Communication was needed on the whereabouts of the demons who had escaped from the dark dimension so that they could be better apprehended and sent back to their own dimension. She let her two team-mates, Doctor Strange and Loki, know that she had caught one of the monsters on the run. Her hands lit up and were engulfed in a red glow and with several hand movements, she created a portal in the same way as the one that had brought her here to send the demon back to its own universe.

"Job done!" she said simply, patting her hands to congratulate herself on a job well and quickly done.

Just as she was about to invoke another portal so that she could finally return home, she felt a presence behind her.

"[Y/N]…"

She turned to see that the person who had called her was the man who haunted her nights and her heart. Tears welled up in her eyes as her throat was blocked by the strong emotions she was feeling. Mostly joy and happiness. She flew gently towards the man, afraid that it was just an illusion and that he would disappear, but once her hands were on his broad shoulders, she put her ear to his chest to listen to his heartbeat.

"Y-you're here… You're really here…" she whispered, looking into the man's brown eyes.

"I'm really here, mi amore…" he mumbled in response, placing his lips all over her face.

The two kissed passionately, happy to see each other again after several days, months without the presence of the other by their side and with only memories of them. Now at last they were back together.

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When will it be Taylor's time? He is a beautiful soul with a huge heart, he is always on the front lines supporting all the people he loves but I want to see him get the same back because it's not fair that he still has to stay in the corner supporting others who have wonderful careers while he struggles so much. I loved that article and his words for Nick but I'm honest that "I'll be in his corner, rooting him on, knowing the best is still to come" made me so sad, it's a beautiful phrase but it makes me sad .

When will his time come? When will they start doing the same things to him? To support him in the same way? To give him the same space? He is not just the Hollywood cheerleader for other actors and artists who achieve everything they want. I don't know how you cannot feel bittersweet with that article and I say this with all the love for both of them. I swear.

Hi.

I am gonna cut up part of your ask and answer them.

When will it be Taylor's time? He is a beautiful soul with a huge heart, he is always on the front lines supporting all the people he loves but I want to see him get the same back because it's not fair that he still has to stay in the corner supporting others who have wonderful careers while he struggles so much.

Success is subjective you know. It's kind of an oversight to say he is not successful currently. You should read Taylors Forbes interview where he says there are many talented actors he knows who are putting in the same amount of work but not getting anywhere. If you consider that, he is in a very very privileged position, which he obviously earned. He took a year off from work after Red white and Royal Blues success, to grieve his sister. He has started auditioning only recently. So, things will pick up from now. In the Emmys red carpet interview he already said that he several projects in the works. Plus he made so many connections in the industry over the years. Producers, directors, actors who follow him and commend him. Also, success doesn't come without struggle. Most of the actors who are successful now have struggled at some point or other. Yes, some had to put in more work to get to the same point, but that's just how everything in life is.

I loved that article and his words for Nick but I'm honest that "I'll be in his corner, rooting him on, knowing the best is still to come" made me so sad, it's a beautiful phrase but it makes me sad .

Being in someone's corner doesn't mean living in obscurity. It means supporting them, which is wonderful. Even though if Taylor wanted anonymity for himself we should respect that. So, unless you compare Nick and Taylor's careers, this statement shouldn't make you feel sad. It's so nice to know that he loves and supports Nick this way. You shouldn't assume Nick isn't doing the same for him just because there isn't a public article about it.

When will his time come? When will they start doing the same things to him? To support him in the same way? To give him the same space? He is not just the Hollywood cheerleader for other actors and artists who achieve everything they want.

Taylor says how he always had the support of a core few friends that he made earlier in his career, he also mentions his sisters. He does have a support system. Also, there is nothing wrong with cheering fellow actors in this industry even if they don't always show the same energy towards him, publicly. We don't know what kind of in person relationship they have with each other. Don't lose your mind over something you have no way of verifying. And Taylor has achieved far too many things for someone to reduce his role to that of a "cheerleaders".

I don't know how you cannot feel bittersweet with that article and I say this with all the love for both of them. I swear.

I think I have pretty much explained eveything above. I wanna end it with this following quote by Taylor.

"We are all kind of attracted to the industry, the movies, films, name and lights and I have done that all now and I realized how empty and hollow that dream was as a young kid. I realized that we are storytellers and we change the way people think and we make them think again and that is so much more fulfilling than just being a face on a poster or a face on a magazine, when you actually stand for something."

- Taylor Zakhar Perez, conversation with SAG-AFTRA

So it's obvious that Taylor loves roles and stories that are impactful and those aren't easy to come by. It may take some time for him to find THAT role and even if it doesn't bring him the kind of attention you're looking for, know that he will be content with it. And that's all that matters at the end.