#The Extraordinary Adventures of Ordinary Boy

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The Chain Meets You, His Partner || 3/3

Part 1 || Part 2

Pairing: Time, Wild, Four x GN! Reader

Requested by @temporarilyablog: i see requests are open still so im coming to you with a thought i had recently:how about a Link from the Chain interacting with the reader, another Link’s s/o from their original adventures, when *their* Link isn’t around. i can see some teasing another Link with the reader that they’ve only known through little stories here and here, or others grilling the reader relentlessly because another Link was so shy about their relationship and partner, and wants to know how that Link is like around someone he allows himself to relax.its kinda like when the Chain met Malon for the first time and interacted with her for stories about old man Timeand as always stay awesome, i love your writing!

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Concerningly delighted or eerily eager - the Chain can’t quite agree on which descriptor best described their teammate the best once he realized they had all landed in his Hyrule. Bubbling with excitement ever since while maintaining a pace some of the other boys have to jog after, Link doesn’t waste breath saying where he’s leading them, although that giddy smile upon his face - as much as he tries to hide it - is plenty for the wiser heroes to get the hint…

The Chain already knew about you - Well, they knew the Old Man was hitched. To exactly who, he'd never say for his lips were always sealed with a mischievous smirk that kept the boys betting against each other.

Some insisted that their leader's mystery lover must be Princess Zelda, but Twilight felt that was a preposterous assumption. He tended to agree with Legend's guess that they had to be someone simple; someone who could make an extraordinary man feel ordinary in the best way possible...which was the correct prediction, of course.

As it would turn out, you are, in fact, not a noble or royal princess. Instead, you're an average farmhand living a calm life on your friend's ranch where you miss your husband greatly after many months of him being gone, so please excuse the passionate kiss shared between you both once finally reuniting at the front of the property.

Time isn't at all shy to show you off. Having been married for so many years, it's only natural for his arm to feel most comfortable wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to his side where he can easily connect kisses to your forehead and cheek. If the boys have a problem with it, it's best not to spoil the mood. Perhaps one day they'll understand the intoxicating love that is felt whenever in the presence of their most beloved.

"You just missed Malon and Talon. They went into town for a few deliveries and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon," You explain to your husband while leading the boys to the house. He hums thoughtfully and you don't miss the way he 'subtly' tugs you even closer.

"It’s good timing on our part then. 'wouldn't want to leave you stuck doing all the chores on your own."

"Now Link, you've been off on the road for months. Rest and I'll -"

"- Is there anything I could help with?" A young man from the group pipes in shyly from behind, "I grew up on a ranch myself, so it wouldn't be any bother."

"Oh, no. You boys are our guests. I'd hate to -" You begin, turning to face him with an appreciative smile, however Time is quick to object.

"- Nonsense. They're all capable young men and boys. A little work won't kill them, darling."

"- But -"

"- And it won't kill me, either," He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips where he places a gentle kiss upon your knuckles, "If anything, we could all use the distraction."

"...Well, in that case..."

There is plenty to be done around the farm and you only have two hands of your own, so, aware that you wouldn't win an argument against your husband anyways, you take him up on his offer. The other heroes do seem more than willing, happy to provide their services for tasks that don't involve risking their lives against cruel monsters, you know, minus the cuccos. 

Time and you each take four of the boys with yourselves. While he directs his half to the animals they'll be tending to, you lead yours to the barn, making sure to point out the layout of the ranch along the way so that none get lost when left on their own. 

You're happy to find that they're all very polite, particularly the young man from earlier who remains close on your heels throughout each step. He seems adorably eager to engage in conversation with you, asking many questions and adding comments to whatever you say. It makes sense, you suppose, since he certainly does look to be the small homestead-type based upon his build and knowledge of ranch life.

"You said this is your friend’s ranch. How long have you lived here yourself?”

"Gosh, 'seems like forever. At least since I was ten. It wasn't long before I met Link, I know that."

"You guys have really known each other for that long?"

"Uh-huh...but of course, it doesn't feel that long," You sigh fondly, "'seems like just yesterday we were sitting out there in that pasture as he told me about his home in the forest and all his adventures…Funny how time flies when you're havin' fun."

Speaking of the devil, you spot your husband at the pasture's fence, clearly waiting for you to finish up. Inviting the boys to find you if they have any questions, you leave them to work on the chores they've been assigned while you, yourself, head to join Time.

"Did they give you any trouble?"

"None at all. By the way you made it sound in your letters, I thought they'd be far more troublesome," You cross your arms over the fence, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin, "But maybe you’ve just been too harsh on them."

"You've only spent a few hours with them. Give ‘em a chance and you'll start going gray, too," He rolls his eye, his lack of amusement towards your playful accusation telling you that those boys really must be a handful sometimes. Either way, deny it as he might, you know that look in his eye. Even as he leans here on the fence next to you, he watches the boys work with a softness hidden in his expression. He certainly cares for them.

"...You know, one of them is a descendant of ours," Time mentions casually, breaking you away from your straying thoughts.

"What?" When you look at him, he's still facing the distance, "...You're joking?"

He just smirks, only glancing at you through the corner of his eye.

"You're serious...?" You blink in disbelief before quickly pushing yourself off the fence, "Which one?!"

"Isn't it obvious?"

You place your hands upon your hips, making your own lack of amusement clear now, "There's eight of them. At least give me a hint."

Time pretends to consider your request, but ultimately shakes his head, "...No, I don’t think so. That would ruin the fun of having you guess."

"Liiinnk..." You whine, although even your pout proves ineffective. Your husband merely chuckles as he pushes himself off the fence and begins walking away to resume his chores, "You better not be lying to me!”

"I would never lie to you, my love. I know better than that~"

"I'm going to find out which one it is even if I have to interrogate them all!" You shout after him, huffing when he doesn't reply.

Part of you is tempted to do exactly as you said by confronting each boy until you receive a proper answer, but you also promised the Champion you'd show him the kitchen to start dinner soon. You'd hate to keep him and everyone else waiting with rumbling stomachs, especially if one of them is your descent in question. 

Now truthfully, you do already have a guess in mind - or more so a hope - however it's too early to decide. You'll just have to keep a close eye on them until this evening and if no one sticks out then, you'll be left to force it out of your husband who should really know better than to mess with you like this.

"Hey, I'm back!" It doesn't matter how long he's been away - days, weeks, months - those three words always seem to take a massive amount of weight off of Wild's chest every time, washing over him with a sense of belonging and domestic bliss that replaces all the strict expectations set for being a 'hero'.

"Link!" This feeling is easily reinforced after one look at you. Your glowing smile as you appear at the railing upstairs, his name sounding like honey from your lips…It's automatic for him to drop his heavy bags and weapons beside the door before opening his arms at the bottom of the steps just in time for you to jump over those last few right into his embrace which you’ve both missed so much.

"...Welcome home..." Sometimes that whisper in his ear is enough to make Wild cry. It's such a pleasant sound and reminder that he does, in fact, have a home because as much as he loves sleeping under the stars or following his heart across the vast kingdom of Hyrule, there will never be a day where it doesn't yearn to be beside you.

It's a cute scene to witness - two lovers reunited after so long apart - although the Chain does have a few questions swirling in their minds, namely who the heck are you? A pretty face just casually leaping into the Champion's arms before sharing a heartfelt kiss? They'd be happy for the guy if not for the fact that he has never once mentioned having a lover and you seem far too well acquainted to be a random friend.

"O-Oh, um, hi," You finally take notice of your audience, breaking away from Wild to send them all an awkward smile which they return, some with a few small waves. 

“Oh, these are the guys I’ve been traveling with,” Wild explains, which seems to put you more at ease.

“Nice to meet you all,” You give the group a bashful nod before introducing yourself. Your name does sound vaguely familiar - perhaps having been mentioned in mere passing at some point or another - but the Chain still can’t say they recall Wild ever identifying you as a partner.

“And are you guys…Um…?” Sky gestures between you both, trying to keep his smile from seeming too surprised. He’d hate to offend either of you.

“We’re dating,” You confirm comfortably, looking at Wild with a smile he mirrors as your hands interlock. 

“Dating? As in romantically involved, right?” Four raises an eyebrow, his question catching you off guard. 

“Y-Yes, well, I believe that’s what dating entails -”

“- How’d you manage that?” Legend interrupts, the question directed at Wild while pointing to you with a look of disbelief upon his face. Apparently he doesn’t share Sky’s concern towards delivering any offense…

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It’s just - You never mentioned being in a relationship,” Hyrule mumbles.

Wild is quick to blush and duck his head in embarrassment, his words defensive, “It’s not like any of you asked! I - I just never thought it was important to bring up! It never seemed relevant!”

“He mentioned it to me,” Twilight admits, taking everyone’s attention off the flustered Champion, but only temporarily. 

“See! I could’ve said something and you just didn’t listen! Did you think of that?”

“Or you only told the rancher. You two are always sharing dirty little secrets and leaving the rest of us in the dark.”

This…goes on for a good moment. Rest assured, the argument does eventually subside after Time knocks their heads together allowing you a chance to swiftly change the subject by inviting the boys fully inside your lovely home. From there, you offer to get started on lunch, figuring it will be an excellent opportunity for you to get to know the other heroes better and spend some quality time with your boyfriend who is always quick to relax in the kitchen.

You begin chopping some vegetables while he gets the soup base shimmering, the two of you humming quietly amongst yourselves as you work. Your tranquil smiles and practiced teamwork is enough to make anyone feel jealous of such a strong relationship, although it’s all in good spirits. The other boys hold no resentment towards their friend, instead reflecting his joy as they eagerly tell you stories about their shared adventures in return for some information about yourself.

As it turns out, you’ve grown up in Hateno your whole life and had met Wild rather early in the beginning of his quest to defeat Calamity Ganon. He must’ve made quite the first impression - that or perhaps you took a lot of pity upon his confused state - because you willingly left your small village to help him navigate an unfamiliar Hyrule. Over the course of your journey, you grew close and never really found a good reason to leave each other’s sides even after the kingdom was saved, thus you’ve been together ever since.

“This house had been abandoned for years before we bought it. It’s nice because it’s still a part of Hateno, so we’re close to other people and my family, but far enough back to have our own peace and quiet,” You explain in a dreamy sigh as you turn to look over your home and admire the work you’ve done to this old place. 

“What’s with the construction back there?” Four asks, nodding his head towards the many boxes and tools that block the wall under the staircase.

“We’re adding another room,” Wild answers simply, not taking his attention away from the soup broth that he frowns at because it’s certainly missing something. More salt rock? Maybe a dash of Hylian herb?

Legend scoffs, leaning back against his chair at the table, “How much space do two people really need?”

Wild and you pause, glancing over your shoulders to meet each other’s eyes before going back to your work with flustered smiles. Clearing your throat, you give a shrug, “...Well, the plan is for it to not just be the two of us forever.”

Many of the boys raise eyebrows at this comment, the realization slowly but surely daunting on them. Their faces explode in shades of red once it does.

Time coughs into his fist, the first to break the silence, "...We'll be sure not to keep the Champion away from you for too long then."

Wild nearly gives himself whiplash looking back at Time with what can only be described as a modified expression of betrayal, his face beet red and mouth agape in shock. You'd be lying to say your own face doesn't feel awfully warm, too, although you humor the Old Man’s promise with a laugh, "You better not. This kingdom’s already demanded too much of his time away from home.”

Four has never been one for unnecessary fanfare, especially not in regards to his personal life. With that said, while he doesn’t mind discussing the intimate details of who he is outside of his role as a hero, he also doesn’t typically go out of his way to spill his guts about it either which is precisely why it took the Chain so long to find out about you.

Their friend had been rather vague as to where he was leading them after arriving in his Hyrule. They had already met his grandfather and even spent some time helping with chores, but Four insisted there was at least one more stop he wished to make before hitting the road again so that he could - get this - drop off a book for ‘someone’...

Now, being entirely honest, the Chain did internally judge his priorities just a bit, but they also weren’t about to kick up a fuss over it. Although Four failed to specify the identity of this mysterious ‘someone’, the other heroes simply assumed them to be an old friend, the gifted book acting as a mere excuse for Four to see them again. It’s only natural for a Link to begin missing his loved ones after adventuring for so long, and their resident smith must reeeally love you if that kiss you share is any indication. 

It happens so quickly that the other boys can barely process what their eyes bear witness to. One moment Four had been standing at the doorstep, book in hand as he assured everyone once again that his visit wasn’t going to take long. Then the door opened to an attractive stranger and next thing anyone knew, their Smithy was standing on his toes locking lips with said stranger - And with no hesitation whatsoever! 

“Link! It’s good to see you…Are these your friends?” You ask the question in such a casual manner as if it’s just an everyday occurrence for your boyfriend to randomly return with a whole new entourage behind him after months of being away.

“Yes. I’d tell you their names, but you know them already,” Four replies with a similarly calm demeanor, although his smile is now much more pronounced than it had been on the walk over, “Everyone here is named ‘Link’.”

“Easy enough to remember,” Even that information doesn’t seem to faze you beyond an intrigued eyebrow raise.

You’re quick to introduce yourself, not only by name, but also by the important title of being Four’s partner. Again, there’s no hesitation towards this establishment and he doesn’t so much as blink at hearing it, showing that this definitely isn’t a recent development for either of you. That little shit’s been dating you for a while, hasn’t he?! They should’ve known something was up seeing how annoyed he got following some of the other boys’ attempts at setting him up with a flirtatious local in the last visited town!

“It’s nice to meet you all. Link - Well, my Link has mentioned you in his letters before, so I was curious if our paths would ever cross.”

“Really? Cause he didn’t mention you at all…” Legend mumbles before getting elbowed roughly by Twilight.

“Will you all be staying? I can make tea or something -”

“- No. We’re only passing by so that I could give you this,” Four turns down your offer while handing you the book he’s been carrying around practically all day. How easily he’s able to do this surprises the Chain further, after all, most would jump at the chance to spend more time with their beloved. Surely just a few measly minutes can’t be enough to fill his quarter around you, can it?

“Ah, come on! You’re just going to introduce us and leave? That’s no way to treat a lover,” Warrior shames through a mischievous smirk. 

“We have a job to do. I wouldn’t want to delay us any longer than needed,” Four narrows his eyes at the Captain in return, yet that doesn’t stop the rest of the Chain from looking to Time who eventually sighs under the pressure of their gazes.

“...It would be rude to simply leave as suddenly as we came. I suppose there’s no harm in staying a short while - only if we are welcomed, of course.”

“Wonderful! I’ll get started on that tea then!” Four grimaces while the Chain cheers and enters your home without needing any more of an invite. Noticing his dampened mood, you place a hand on his shoulder and frown, “Do you not want to stay? I wouldn’t be upset -”

“- Of course, I want to stay,” He sighs, his hand quickly placing itself over your own, “I’ve missed you, I just don’t want them embarrassing me. They can be a bit…much sometimes.”

You chuckle, gently leading him inside, “They can’t be that bad, can they?”

“Hey Smithy! Why didn’t you say anything about having a lover before? After all we’ve been through together, too; we should be hurt!”

“...Can they?” Four deflates, and your smile turns more sympathetic. 

“Was it supposed to be a big secret?” Hyrule asks innocently, followed by Warrior’s scoff.

“I hope you aren't ashamed of them now.”

Four huffs in offense at that last comment, crossing his arms while shifting his weight to one side, “No, I’m not ashamed of them, and it was never a secret, it’s just that none of you ever asked. What was I supposed to do? Randomly start going on and on about my love life as we all ate around the campfire?”

“The Captain has no problem doing it,” Wild mocks, earning an insulted glare.

Hooking his arm around your waist and pulling you closer, Four rolls his eyes sarcastically, “This is my partner and I love them…There, you guys know now. Happy?”

“But we still don’t know any details!” Shy whines, “Like, how’d you guys meet? How long have you been together?”

“Are you married? Do you want to be?”

…Dear Hylia, Four can already feel a headache coming on. Seeing his plight, you go ahead and answer the questions for yourself, “I’m afraid it’s not that interesting of a story. We grew up together and were always close until one day, we simply decided our relationship was more romantic than platonic. That was about a year or so ago. Not sure if we’re going to get married anytime soon since we’re still pretty young…but it’s a nice thought for the future.”

“You seem to have a very comfortable life here,” Time acknowledges, having a look around your home which is cozy and filled with books, many having been gifts from your boyfriend who has always made a point of bringing at least one back after each of his adventures.

“Laidback and uneventful in the best way possible,” Is how someone else describes it, “We can see why you’d like our Smith then.”

“True,” You snort before sharing an amused smirk with Four, “Although he can be quite the handful sometimes.”

The boys raise their eyebrows, not certain what you're alluding to. The Smith a handful? Are you certain you're talking about the same guy now, or does he have a secret polar-opposite twin hiding around here somewhere? Now that’s an actual secret he won’t be telling them anytime soon.

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A One Direction fic rec of long fics at least 50k in length as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here

- Louis / Harry -

⊹ All That I Could Never Lose by Chelsea Frew / @chelsea-frew

(E, 145k, canon divergence) One Direction takes on "The X-Factor" with a twist: Harry Styles was born blind.

⊹ Own the Scars by @crinkle-eyed-boo​

(E, 144k, addiction au) After an accident that nearly costs him his life, Louis' parents send him to rehab where he’s forced to face his demons. On the long and difficult road to recovery, Louis must confront the truths he’s been avoiding about his future, his relationships, and his sense of self-worth.

⊹ Undone, Undress by @angelichl

(E, 134k, PTSD) Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers.

⊹ The Dead of July by whimsicule

(M, 117k, Avengers au) Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

⊹ And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 109k, famous/not famous) For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart?

⊹ a cycle of recycled revenge by brokenbeaks / @broken-beaks

(E, 103k, historical) In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance.

⊹ Consequences by @allwaswell16

(E, 78k, amnesia) Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

⊹ You (series) by bravestyles / @bravestylesao3

(NR, 76k, cancer) Harry has cancer, and Louis can't breathe.

⊹ Thrill Seekers by SunnAfternoon

(E, 74k, comatose Louis) The one where Louis is in a coma but really he’s in a pirate adventure.

⊹ Tastes like Gold by Ravenmyre / @ventracere

(T, 73k, blind Louis)  lot of musicians dream about making it big and Harry is no exception. He has all the pieces to build a rocket ship to the music industry, but he’s missing the key. The songwriter. Ft. overbearing mangers, stunts, and a grumpy Louis Tomlinson.

⊹ Down to our bare feet by frenchkiss

(E, 71k, paralyzed Louis) The story of an ordinary couple living through extraordinary circumstances, featuring wheelchairs, home renovations, intensive rehab, fighting, laughter, tears, ring shopping, and above all, two boys determined to love each other no matter what.

⊹ What if I'm someone you won't talk about? by louloubaby92 / @louloubabys1992

(M, 58k, sick Louis) Harry and Louis were childhood sweethearts who lost touch when Harry shot to fame and became part of the biggest rock band in the world. They never really broke up and seeing Louis again makes Harry want to dredge up the past but what happens when Harry realizes that his first flame never died? 

⊹ i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by thedeathchamber / @louehvolution​

(E, 55k, angst) Harry thinks he has good reasons for avoiding relationships. Meeting Louis puts those reasons to the test.

⊹ From This Moment On by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

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⊹  No One Does It Better by nodibs

(E, 50k, amnesia au) Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.

⊹ Don´t let the world by Truhe3

(E, 50k, uni) Harry has epilepsy, Louis feels a little lost, all the boys share a flat, take care of Harry when his condition is getting worse, Larry happens and also a lot of OT5 friendship stuff. And a small Liam side story.

- Rare Pairs -

⊹ Saving Harry by alliecat23784

(E, 126k, Niall/Harry) Niall is blind, has been all his life. However this isn't a story where Niall gets bullied and beaten up. Just the opposite. Niall isn't a victim and doesn't have time for anyone who thinks of him as one. He's loud, funny, a bit sassy and sometimes obnoxious. 

⊹ Everything Comes Back to You by JamieJam93

(T, 98k, Zayn/Liam) Of course, just when the two are rekindling their friendship during their last year of secondary school-and Zayn finally feels like he's at a place in his life where he can potentially move on and fall in love with someone else-Liam gets sick again, and everything about the past comes knocking into Zayn like a ton of bricks.

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Summaries under the cut

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Armed only with a frying pan and her common sense, Tiffany Aching, a young witch-to-be, is all that stands between the monsters of Fairyland and the warm, green Chalk country that is her home. Forced into Fairyland to seek her kidnapped brother, Tiffany allies herself with the Chalk's local Nac Mac Feegle - aka the Wee Free Men - a clan of sheep-stealing, sword-wielding, six-inch-high blue men who are as fierce as they are funny. Together they battle through an eerie and ever-shifting landscape, fighting brutal flying fairies, dream-spinning dromes, and grimhounds - black dogs with eyes of fire and teeth of razors - before ultimately confronting the Queen of the Elves, absolute ruler of a world in which reality intertwines with nightmare. And in the final showdown, Tiffany must face her cruel power alone...

When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead

Miranda is an ordinary sixth grader, until she starts receiving mysterious messages from somebody who knows all about her, including things that have not even happened yet. Each message brings her closer to believing that only she can prevent a tragic death. Until the final note makes her think she’s too late.

The Swiss Family Robinson by Johann David Wyss

Swept off course by a raging storm, a Swiss pastor, his wife, and their four young sons are shipwrecked on an uncharted tropical island. Thus begins the classic story of survival and adventure that has fired the imaginations of readers since it first appeared in 1812. With optimism and boundless enthusiasm, the Robinson family undertakes the extraordinary task of constructing a home for themselves and exploring the primitive island filled with strange and beautiful creatures and exotic fruits and plants. Rich in action and suspense, The Swiss Family Robinson  is an exhilarating novel takes us to a faraway place of danger and beauty, where the courageous Robinson family embarks on a thrilling new life of adventure and discovery.

The Indian in the Cupboard by Lynne Reid Banks

At first, Omri is unimpressed with the plastic Indian toy he is given for his birthday. But when he puts it in his old cupboard and turns the key, something extraordinary happens that will change Omri's life for ever.

For Little Bear, the Iroquois Indian brave, comes to life...

The Belgariad by David Eddings

Myths tell of the ancient wars of Gods and men, and a powerful object - the Orb - that ended the bloodshed. As long as it was held by the line of Riva, it would assure the peace.

But a dark force has stolen the Orb, and the prophecies tell of war.

Young farm boy Garion knows nothing of myth or fate. But then the mysterious Old Storyteller visits his aunt, and they embark on a sudden journey. Pursued by evil forces, with only a small band of companions they can trust, Garion begins to doubt all he thought he knew...

I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith

Through six turbulent months of 1934, 17-year-old Cassandra Mortmain keeps a journal, filling three notebooks with sharply funny yet poignant entries about her home, a ruined Suffolk castle, and her eccentric and penniless family. By the time the last diary shuts, there have been great changes in the Mortmain household, not the least of which is that Cassandra is deeply, hopelessly, in love.

The Borrowers by Mary Norton

Beneath the kitchen floor is the world of the Borrowers -- Pod and Homily Clock and their daughter, Arrietty. In their tiny home, matchboxes double as roomy dressers and postage stamps hang on the walls like paintings. Whatever the Clocks need they simply "borrow" from the "human beans" who live above them. It's a comfortable life, but boring if you're a kid. Only Pod is allowed to venture into the house above, because the danger of being seen by a human is too great. Borrowers who are seen by humans are never seen again. Yet Arrietty won't listen. There is a human boy up there, and Arrietty is desperate for a friend.

Esperanza Rising by Pam Munoz Ryan

Esperanza thought she'd always live with her family on their ranch in Mexico--she'd always have fancy dresses, a beautiful home, and servants. But a sudden tragedy forces Esperanza and Mama to flee to California during the Great Depression, and to settle in a camp for Mexican farm workers. Esperanza isn't ready for the hard labor, financial struggles, or lack of acceptance she now faces. When their new life is threatened, Esperanza must find a way to rise above her difficult circumstances--Mama's life, and her own, depend on it.

The Thief Lord by Cornelia Funke

Two orphaned children are on the run, hiding among the crumbling canals and misty alleyways of the city of Venice.

Befriended by a gang of street children and their mysterious leader, the Thief Lord, they shelter in an old, disused cinema. On their trail is a bungling detective, obsessed with disguises and the health of his pet tortoises. But a greater threat to the boys' new-found freedom is something from a forgotten past – a beautiful magical treasure with the power to spin time itself.

Dork Diaries by Renee Russel

Nikki Maxwell is not popular, in fact Nikki Maxwell is the opposite of popular; she's a total dork! But Nikki's hoping that by moving to a new school she might just stand a chance of making some friends and leaving her old lame-ways in the past. But life is never that simple... Follow Nikki's life through sketches, doodles and diary entries as she starts her new school, battles with her mum for an iPhone and meets her arch-nemisis, the school's queen bee, Mackenzie.

[redroomreflections]

The Lucky Ones

Teen Reader x Teen Natasha!Romanoff (though this is mostly Natasha and Yelena)

Based on The Last of Us

Summary: In a world ravaged by chaos and uncertainty, two siblings must navigate an apocalyptic landscape.

Note: I have been looking back at this story and i think I'm going to continue it soo but for now its a one shot!

In the quiet peacefulness of an ordinary day, a sense of foreboding stirred, unseen and unfelt by those going about their seemingly mundane lives. Natasha Romanoff, a young teen with a resolute stride, walked down the crowded streets. Her headphones were securely nestled in her ears, Led Zeppelin weaving through her thoughts, offering a temporary escape from the world around her. She’s on her way to pick up her younger sister from elementary school. A task she takes seriously.

As Natasha strolled along, she noticed subtle differences in the city. There was an air of quiet tension. People moved with purpose, their expressions carrying traces of weariness and vigilance. Yet, amidst the unease, life continued.

The familiar school building came into view, its doors welcoming the influx of students eager to embrace the freedom of the day's end. Natasha's steps quickened, anticipation bubbling within her. She navigated through the sea of children and parents until her eyes met Yelena's.

Yelena, a bundle of energy, bounced on her toes as she chatted animatedly with her friends on the school steps. Her sparkling eyes danced with excitement, and her bouncy golden curls framed her cherubic face. She gestured with enthusiasm, her small hands punctuating her words with childlike energy.

"Guess what, guys?" Yelena exclaimed. "My big sister, Natasha, is going to take me to my favorite toy store for my birthday today. Then my Mama’s going to make me a cake. Natasha’s the best. She’s a high schooler. She even has a boyfriend too.”

Her friends gathered around, captivated by Yelena's tales of her awe-inspiring sibling. Their eyes widened in awe as Yelena recounted stories of her sister.

"She can drive a car too sometimes," Yelena continued, her voice rising with each word. "She doesn’t have a license though. She can climb walls and…”

Yelena's friends exchanged wide-eyed glances, their fascination evident as they absorbed every word she shared. They bombarded her with questions, eager to learn more about Natasha's remarkable adventures.

"My big brother plays football,” Jonny Cash, a kid from Yelena’s first-grade class began to brag about his sibling.

“Natasha could do that too if she wanted,” Yelena turned her nose up at the boy. She turns her gaze to Natasha standing a few feet away. The older girl waves at her and Yelena smiles.

She bid her friends bid her goodbye. Yelena beamed with pride, her heart full of love for her extraordinary sister.

With a skip in her step, Yelena made her way over to Natasha, a clear smile on her face. She couldn't wait to share more stories of Natasha's bravery, inspiring her friends with the wonder and magic that surrounded her incredible sibling. Tomorrow she’d have more stories to tell.

“Hi, Nattie,” Yelena bounces.

"Hey, how was your day?" Natasha asked, her voice filled with warmth and genuine interest.

Yelena's eyes sparkled with youthful energy as she launched into a whirlwind of stories and anecdotes, recounting the adventures of the day. Natasha listened intently, her heart swelling with love for her spirited sibling.

As they walked side by side through the familiar neighborhood, Natasha's eyes subtly scanned their surroundings. Buildings held remains of graffiti and posters.

Yelena clung to Natasha's hand as they walked. She leaned in looking up to Natasha. "Nattie, are we going to the bakery and the toy store like you promised?”

Natasha paused for a moment a confused look on her face. “I never promised both.”

“But I want both,” Yelena argued. “It’s my birthday. We have to.”

“I don’t have enough for it,” Natasha sighed. “Mom’s supposed to be home tonight. She’s baking you one or something.”

“For real this time?” Yelena’s eyes lit up. Their mother’s busy schedule as a waitress barely left room for the three of them to spend time together. She worked double shifts several days a week just to make ends meet. This often left Natasha in charge of her younger sister. Natasha wouldn’t tell Yelena that she had no faith that her mother would be there. She’s used to it by now.

"Let’s stop by the diner," Natasha suggested at Yelena’s excitement. “Maybe Mom will have something waiting for you.”

“Yes, please,” Yelena gripped Natasha’s hand a little tighter as they crossed the street. Her sister’s happy spirit was contagious and she found herself laughing at all of Yelena’s jokes.

As Natasha and Yelena walked down streets toward the diner, a delicious smell wafted through the air, drawing their attention to a small, quaint building nestled among the busy streets. Yelena's eyes lit up with recognition, and she tugged excitedly at Natasha's sleeve.

"Natasha, we’re here,” Yelena cheered.

“I see,” Natasha muttered.

She smiled at her younger sister's eagerness, Yelena could always make her happy. She trailed behind as she allowed Yelena to lead the way.

The diner's neon sign flickered with a gentle hum as Natasha and Yelena stepped through the entrance, their presence immediately enveloped by a wave of familiarity. The sounds of cheerful chatter and clinking dishes mingled with soft melodies playing from an old-school jukebox in the corner.

Their mother, Melina, a picture of grace and warmth, moved swiftly among the tables, her smile radiating genuine care for the customers she served. As her eyes met Natasha and Yelena's, a glow of joy and surprise illuminated her features.

"Natasha! Yelena!" Melina exclaimed, momentarily abandoning her duties to embrace her daughters. "What a wonderful surprise!"

Yelena beamed, her excitement contagious. "Mommy, we came to say hello. Aren’t you glad to see us?”

“I’m so happy to see you,” Melina kissed Natasha before she kneeled to kiss Yelena on the cheek. “How are you today? My birthday girl.”

“I’m so good,” Yelena grinned. “We did a birthday song at school today. My teacher also let me be the leader for clean-up time. I like being the boss.”

“Is that so?” Melina questioned as she smiled proudly. Melina's laughter filled the air as she guided Natasha and Yelena to an empty booth. She slipped out of her waitress apron and joined them, their presence creating a brief respite from the busy world outside.

Melina's eyes shimmered with maternal pride as she listened to Yelena's animated tales of school and friendships. Natasha chimed in occasionally, adding her anecdotes and laughter to the mix. The bond between the three girls radiated with love and support, creating a sanctuary within the bustling diner. Soon enough, Melina would have to go back to working bussing tables and filling coffees. Ever so often she would glance at the tv displayed high on a wall in the back of the diner. The news was on but she wasn’t paying much attention to it.

Suddenly, the tinkling of the entrance bell drew their attention, and their conversation halted momentarily. A figure stepped from the doorway, tall and robust. It was Alexei, Yelena's father, and Melina's estranged husband.

Natasha's expression tightened slightly as she caught sight of him, her guard instinctively rising. Memories of his absence and broken promises flooded her mind, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. However, she remained composed, and determined to protect her family.

Alexei stood tall, a commanding presence in the room, his broad shoulders emphasizing his physical strength. A few days' worths of scruff adorned his square jaw, adding a rugged edge to his otherwise clean-cut appearance. His weathered features spoke of a life filled with experiences, both triumphant and challenging.

There was an air of rugged masculinity that surrounded him, an aura that hinted at a life lived on the edge. Despite the roughness around the edges, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze, a vulnerability that hinted at the fractures within his soul.

Alexei's voice, deep and resonant, held a magnetic quality that drew attention. “There are my girls!” He bellowed. Yelena looked up, her eyes widening in surprise before she climbed over Natasha’s lap to jump into his arms. He planted kisses all over her face, causing her to belly laugh, as he slid into the booth beside Melina. On the outside, they looked like the picture-perfect family but Natasha knew better. Alexei was a complex figure, a man defined by his past actions yet yearning for redemption. His presence in the diner stirred emotions, leaving a palpable sense of unease and curiosity in the air.

“Yelena, happy birthday," Alexei greeted with a voice that held a tinge of remorse and hope. His eyes scanned the booth, searching for acknowledgment. He kissed Melina’s cheek before he turned his attention to Natasha. “Hello, Natasha.”

Melina's face softened, a mixture of surprise and wariness etched on her features. Yelena's eyes widened, torn between excitement and uncertainty as she looked over to Natasha for approval. Natasha, her gaze fixed on Alexei, maintained a composed yet distant demeanor.

“Hey,” She said quietly. She would rather be anywhere but here right now.

"Thank you, Alexei," Melina responded cautiously, her tone laced with lingering pain. "It's been a while."

As Alexei sat at the edge of the booth, his presence was a reminder of both the love lost and the complexities of family ties. He attempted to break the ice, his voice filled with a mix of regret and longing.

"I've missed so much, haven't I? You’re so big," Alexei smiled as he tickled Yelena. She giggled, tucking her chin into her chest, as she moved in his lap.

“I’m six now,” Yelena held up six fingers for him to see. “I’m so glad you could come, Daddy.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world.”

Natasha's jaw tightened, her eyes piercing as she met his gaze. "Really? I can count a few you did.”

“Natasha,” Melina scolded her daughter. Natasha rolled her eyes.

Yelena's brows furrowed as she looked between her sister and father, sensing the tension. Her voice, filled with childlike innocence, pierced the moment.

"But it's my birthday. Can't we all just be happy for once?"

Melina sighed, torn between protecting her daughters and the yearning for a sense of wholeness. She reached out, her hand gently resting on Yelena's, her touch offering reassurance.

"Natasha, come with me,” Melina left no room for argument. She waited for Alexei to slip out of the booth to stand. Natasha reluctantly stood too.

“Daddy, Natasha’s going to take me to the toy store,” Yelena began to speak animatedly. She told him about all of the things she wanted and what they were going to get.

Across the diner, Melina leads Natasha to the kitchen where she hands her a few freshly made plates.

“These go to table three,” Melina instructed as she balanced a few plates in her hand.

“Mom, we need to talk about Alexei,” Natasha began. Melina didn’t seem to be hearing her. She followed her mother to table three where they placed the dishes in front of their respective customer. “Would you like ketchup or anything with that?”

“Ma?” Natasha begged.

At the guest's denial, Melina kept moving, picking up dishes, taking them to the kitchen, and returning to the counter where two cakes were. No doubt they were from this morning, having sat out in the glass containers all day.

“Mom, you can’t be serious,” Natasha gestured over to where her sister and Alexei were having a thumb war. If she didn’t know any better she would say they were having fun.

“Natasha, please,” Melina opened the container. Her voice filled with exasperation and annoyance. “It’s her birthday. He’s her dad. Yours too.”

“He’s only my dad because you don’t know who mine is,” Natasha points out and Melina looks at her with a disapproving stare. “Okay, fine. It’s whatever. You might want to remind him he’s her father when he’s not answering her calls every night. I have to deal with her crying not you.”

“Alexei is trying, Natasha.” Melina sighs. “Take it for what it is and give him a chance. Do you want cake?” She asks as she cuts two slices of vanilla cake with white frosting.

“Sure,” Natasha shrugs. “Promise me when he leaves again you won’t fall apart.”

“This slice is incredibly big compared to the other one,” Melina distractedly surveys the cake slices. She pauses, looking at Natasha, and sighing. “I promise baby. I won’t fall apart. I’m stronger than that.” She kisses Natasha’s forehead. “You worry too much. You’re barely sixteen.”

“You don’t worry enough,” Natasha rolls her eyes. “Are you going to be home in time for cake?”

“I get off in an hour,” Melina finds clean forks for them. “I’m coming straight home. Have the oven ready for me.”

“Did you already buy the cake stuff?” Natasha questions. “You’re giving her double cake. She’s going to have a sugar rush.”

“I’ll buy it on the way home.” Melina waves her off.

“Can Steve come over?” Natasha tries. “He’ll sleep in the living room I promise.” It’s not like she asked any other time but with her mother home earlier than usual she would need to.

“Are you having sex with this boy?” Melina narrows her eyes. “Do I need to put you on birth control?”

“What? Mom, no,” Natasha pushes the hair behind her ears. “Steve and I are in the most platonic relationship I’ve ever seen. Trust me.”

“Kids these days,” Melina shakes her head. She grabs both slices of cake and walks back to the table where Yelena is waiting. “Don’t touch it yet I have to get candles!” Melina instructs the girls as she disappears behind the counter again. Natasha sits reluctantly across from her sister and surrogate father. She remembers being that age and Alexei holding her like that. She hates to admit that she misses it. She hates to admit that she’s missed him.

“So, I take it your mom told you I’m moving back in?” Alexei asked. Yelena lets out a gasp. Natasha frowns.

“You’re moving back in?” Yelena questioned. Natasha’s jaw ticks in anger. She can’t believe this.

“I’m leaving,” Natasha stands just as Melina comes back with the candles. She gathers up her backpack, her jacket, and her headphones. “Let’s go, Yelena.” She instructs.

“What? Nattie, I want cake.” Yelena pouts.

“Fine, you can have cake but I’m going straight home,” Natasha warns her. Which would mean no toy store. Yelena deflates.

“I could take her,” Alexei offers.

“No,” Natasha shakes her head.

“Yeah sorry Daddy, it’s my thing with Natasha,” Yelene slides from her father’s lap. “We’re going to have cake at home right?”

“Yeah,” Natasha sighs. She’s not purposely being this mean on her sister’s birthday. She just needs to get out of here.

“Bye, Daddy,” Yelena waves to her father. Alexei looks to Melina for help but she says nothing. She knows their bond is oftentimes worth more than her authority. If Natasha was leaving, so was Yelena.

"I love you girls," Melina calls to them.

"Love you too," Natasha replies automatically.

********************************** As Natasha and Yelena strolled through the city streets once again, their destination led them to a vibrant toy store adorned with colorful displays and joyful music that made Natasha want to puke. Yelena's eyes danced with excitement as she tugged at Natasha's hand, eager to explore the aisles of wonder that awaited them.

The atmosphere inside the store buzzed with laughter and playful chatter. Children's laughter echoed through the aisles, blending harmoniously with the tinkling sound of toys being tested and admired.

Yet, amidst the cheerful ambiance, a shadow cast over Natasha's features as she thought of the recent encounter with Alexei. She doesn’t understand why she allowed him to make her so mad and get under her skin. He was an idiot who cheated on her mom and left her with two young kids. He’s an asshole in her book and she never wanted to see him again.

The memories of broken promises and shattered trust surged within Natasha's mind, fueling the flames of her anger. She felt the weight of disappointment press upon her, as the wounds of abandonment resurfaced. At that moment, the joyful surroundings of the toy store seemed to blur, eclipsed by the storm brewing within her.

Yelena's infectious excitement filled the air as she tugged at Natasha's hand, oblivious to the emotional turmoil brewing within her sister. Her voice filled with enthusiasm, eager to share her latest toy discovery.

"Nattie, look! They have all sorts of dolls here. Can we get them, please?" Yelena pleaded, her eyes sparkling with innocent delight.

Natasha's gaze shifted from a random shelf to Yelena to Yelena, her features softening momentarily as she met her sister's gaze. She struggled to contain her emotions, recognizing the need to shield Yelena from the anger that gripped her heart.

"Of course, Yelena," Natasha replied, her voice strained yet gentle. "Let's find your favorite doll. Which one do you like.”

Yelena's eyes sparkled with delight as she perused the colorful shelves, her small fingers carefully grazing each toy as she sought out the perfect one. Her attention was drawn to a particular doll, nestled among the rows of plush companions and action figures.

The doll Yelena selected stood out from the rest, radiating an air of enchantment. It had a delicate porcelain face with rosy cheeks, framed by cascading curls of golden hair. The doll wore an elegant, flowing dress adorned with intricate lace and shimmering ribbons. Its eyes, painted with meticulous detail, seemed to hold a touch of magic as if they whispered secrets known only to those who believed.

As Yelena cradled the doll in her hands, a smile of pure joy graced her lips. She felt an immediate connection to this ethereal toy, captivated by its beauty and the endless possibilities it represented. It was more than just a doll—it was a vessel for dreams, a companion to share whispered secrets with, and a source of comfort during even the darkest of nights.

The doll's presence seemed to exude a gentle warmth as if it possessed a soul that longed to be cherished and loved. Yelena imagined the adventures they would embark upon together, the stories they would create, and the bond that would grow stronger with each passing day.

With tender reverence, Yelena cradled the doll close to her chest, a symbol of the innocence and wonder that resided within her. She knew that this doll would become her steadfast companion, a source of solace and joy in a world that often felt uncertain.

As Yelena turned to Natasha, her eyes gleamed with excitement, her voice filled with anticipation. "Natasha, look! Isn't she beautiful? She's the one!”

Natasha's gaze softened as she observed the doll in Yelena's arms. She recognized the significance it held for her sister—the promise of imagination and companionship that transcended the hardships they faced. With a warm smile, she nodded, affirming Yelena's choice.

"Okay," Natasha replied, her voice gentle yet filled with sisterly affection. "Let’s take her home.”

Despite her efforts to suppress her anger, a flicker of pain flashed across Natasha's eyes as she watched Yelena's joyous exploration of the toy store. The presence of Alexei loomed in the back of her mind, a constant reminder of the void he had left in their lives.

As they moved through the aisles, Natasha's grip on Yelena's hand tightened, a silent pledge to protect her younger sister from the disappointment and heartache that had plagued their past. She resolved to shield Yelena's innocence, determined to create a haven of love and stability amidst the chaos that life had thrust upon them.

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The girls arrived in their neighborhood just before sundown. As Natasha and Yelena approached their home, nestled in a cozy suburb of New York City, their steps slowed as they spotted their neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt, standing in their front yard. Mrs. Schmidt, a kind-hearted woman with silver-streaked hair, waved at them with a warm smile.

"Natasha, Yelena, welcome back! How was your day?" Mrs. Schmidt called out, her voice carrying the genuine affection she held for the two sisters.

Yelena's eyes lit up at the sight of their neighbors, and she tugged at Natasha's hand, urging her to stop and chat. Fanny, the Schmidts' energetic golden retriever, bounded toward them with a wagging tail, her excitement evident as she barked happily.

"Hi, Mrs. Schmidt! We had a great day! Look at the doll I got! Isn't she pretty?" Yelena exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm as she proudly displayed the doll she had carefully chosen.

Mrs. Schmidt's eyes twinkled as she marveled at the doll. "Oh, Yelena, she's absolutely beautiful! You have such great taste. I'm sure she'll be the perfect companion for all your adventures."

Natasha, standing by Yelena's side, observed the warm interaction with a hint of a smile. She appreciated Mrs. Schmidt's genuine interest in their lives and the sense of community they shared.

“Sit, Fanny,” Yelena commanded as the energetic animal bounced around her. Almost on cue, Fanny sits patiently at Yelena’s feet though her tail never stops wagging.

Mr. Schmidt, a tall and gentle man with a kind face, joined the conversation, his voice resonating with warmth. "Yelena, you always have a way of making her listen. Maybe we should let her live with you half the time.”

“Oh, I would love that.” Yelena clapped excitedly.

“Mom would never let us.” Natasha chuckles.

“You could convince her,” Yelena shrugs. “Fanny’s my best friend in the whole world. Besides you Natasha. Isn't that right?”

Before Yelena could finish her sentence, Fanny, the exuberant golden retriever, bounded forward, her tail wagging furiously. Yelena dropped to her knees, giggling with delight as Fanny showered her with slobbery kisses, her excitement matching Yelena's infectious energy.

Natasha watched the joyful scene unfold, her heart warmed by the familiar sights and sounds that greeted them.

“Would you guys like to stay for dinner? We’re having pot pie?”Mrs. Schmidt offered.

“Oh, no thank you,” Natasha declines. “My mom’s going to be home soon and I think she’s bringing food for us.”

“It’s my birthday, remember?”

“Oh, I remember, I have a gift for you actually,” Mrs. Schmidt rushes into the house to bring back a small, sparkly piece of jewelry. Yelena’s eyes widened in surprise. The charm bracelet designed for a child was a delicate treasure, crafted with care and whimsy. Each link of the bracelet was made of polished silver, shimmering in the light and exuding a sense of playfulness.

Dangling from the bracelet were an array of tiny, enchanting charms, each representing a unique memory or aspiration. Among the charms, there was a miniature star, sparkling with tiny rhinestones, symbolizing dreams and the limitless possibilities that lay ahead.

“Thank you,” Yelena cheered as she held out her wrist for the woman to put it on. It was a few inches too big for her and it slid up her forearm just slightly. “This is such a cool present, thank you, Mrs. Schmidt.” Yelena moved forward to hug the woman.

She has had an incredible birthday so far.

“Okay, Yelena, say goodbye to Fanny and the Schmidts,” Natasha instructs. They all say their goodbyes before the girls head into the house.

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As the evening wore on, Natasha's concern deepened when her repeated calls to their mom, went unanswered. The woman had mysteriously gone silent, leaving a growing sense of unease in Natasha's heart. The clock ticked closer to Yelena's bedtime, and Natasha knew they couldn't afford to wait any longer.

With a furrowed brow, she reached for her phone once again, fingers trembling slightly as she dialed their mom's number. The anticipation built with each ringing tone, only to be met with the disheartening sound of voicemail once more. It was as if their mom had disappeared into thin air.

“Fuck,” Natasha cursed under her breath, “Don’t do this now Mom.” Natasha breathed into the phone before slamming it down onto the counter.

Yelena, perched on the couch nearby, sensed Natasha's growing worry and looked up with wide, questioning eyes. "Natasha, where's Mom? Why isn't she answering?"

Natasha forced a reassuring smile, masking her apprehension. "Don't worry, Yelena. Mom probably just got caught up at work. Let's give her a little more time, okay?"

But deep down, Natasha's instincts told her that something wasn't right. As the minutes stretched on, Natasha felt her annoyance grow. For one night she needed her parents to act like parents.

“I want cake,” Yelena sighed.

“I’m sorry, sunshine,” Natasha began to look through the cabinets. “I know I promised you cake. We don’t have anything here that even resembles a cake.” She turned to look at Yelena’s pouting face.

Just as she contemplated her next move, a soft knock sounded at the door. Natasha's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of hope and uncertainty flooding her senses. With cautious steps, she made her way to the entrance and peeked through the peephole, finding a familiar face on the other side.

It was Steve. Natasha hesitated for a moment, then opened the door to let him in. She forgot she’d invited him over.

"Hey, I’m here for the birthday girl,” Steve smiled widely. He kissed Natasha on the lips before stepping around her to greet Yelena.

"I guess I’m chopped liver,” Natasha muttered as she watched Steve pick Yelena up and toss her in the air. Yelena’s loud and excited shrieks warmed her heart.

“I got you something,” Steve smiles mischievously as he sets Yelena down on her feet.

“What is it?” Yelena bounces excitedly.

“Skittles,” Steve passes her her very own bag of Skittles. “Happy Birthday.”

“Cool,” Yelena nods. She takes the bag and walks over to the couch to sit. “I’m glad you brought me something, Steve.”

“Thank you,” Natasha expresses her gratitude.

“Where is everyone?” Steve looks around.

“You’re looking at them,” Natasha shrugs. “Mom is late as always. Which means I have to feed and get this little one to bed all on my own.”

“Not on your own, you have me,” Steve walks towards the kitchen. “I’m a great cook. I’ll make anything you like.”

“Spaghetti?” Yelena raises a brow. “I like that.”

“Spaghetti it is then.” Steve washes his hands. Natasha watches him, a hint of amusement on her face, as the boy entertains Yelena and listens to all of her stories. He’s a great friend.

The night goes on without a hitch. They eat dinner together like a family. Natasha doesn’t even worry about Melina and what she’s doing. She would make the best night for Yelena. After the little girl’s bath, they read her books and send her off to bed.

Natasha watches cartoons with Steve until they crawl into her bed together. She lies her head on Steve’s chest, tracing patterns over his stomach, as she talks.

“I want better for her,” Natasha sighs. “I’ll be in college in a few years and Yelena will be stuck with them. I want her to stay with me somehow. My mom is taken absent-minded to take care of her.”

“I think you’re a great big sister,” Steve nods. “She’s lucky to have you.”

“Sometimes I think I'm the lucky one,” Natasha mutters. She falls asleep on Steve’s chest with a promise to herself that she would do right by Yelena.

*********************************************** Natasha's eyes fluttered open in the darkness of her bedroom, her senses immediately heightened by the disarray that surrounded her. The piercing sound of Fanny's frantic barking echoed through the stillness of the night, piercing the air with a sense of urgency. The persistent howls tugged at Natasha's heart, urging her to action. She sat up, her hands rustling through the tangled sheets for her phone. It’s not here. She taps on Steve’s shoulder beside her. He groans in annoyance but opens her eyes when she doesn’t stop.

“What’s going on?” Steve breathed. He blinked to adjust to the darkness, eyeing her figure, before looking towards the window.

With a mixture of concern and confusion, Natasha swung her legs over the edge of the bed and hurriedly made her way to the window. “I don’t know,” Natasha replied softly. As she peered outside, her breath caught in her throat. The scene that greeted her was one of chaos and foreboding.

The broken streetlight cast eerie shadows, its flickering glow struggling to penetrate the darkness. It created a disjointed mosaic of light and shadow that seemed to dance ominously on the deserted streets. The absence of illumination left Natasha with a growing sense of unease as if a cloak of uncertainty had descended upon their once familiar neighborhood.

“Why is Fanny outside?” She questioned aloud.

“She's probably just taking a late-night potty break,” Steve offered. It didn’t make Natasha feel any better. Something was wrong. She moves to slip on a sweater and her sneakers. She leaves the room, stopping at Yelena’s room first to see the little girl still fast asleep. She walks through the house, noting all of the lights are still off, and no signs of life, as she makes her way down the stairs. Her mom hasn’t come home. Natasha follows the barking to find a surprising sight. She opens the front door, utterly confused, as Fanny stands in the front yard.

Fanny, the loyal golden retriever, stood just outside the front door, her fur bristling and tail held high, barking incessantly into the night. Her protective instincts were on full display, sensing a threat that Natasha couldn't yet comprehend.

As Natasha's eyes scanned the surroundings, she noticed the signs of disturbance. Abandoned bicycles lay strewn haphazardly on the sidewalks, their wheels spinning aimlessly as if left in haste. A scattering of fallen leaves and scattered debris hinted at a commotion that had recently taken place.

The distant echoes of sirens wailed through the air, signaling a heightened state of emergency. It was as if the tranquility of their once peaceful neighborhood had been shattered, replaced by an unsettling sense of vulnerability and fear.

Natasha's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the chaotic scene unfolding before her. She couldn't shake the nagging worry that something had gone wrong, that danger lurked in the shadows just beyond her reach. With every passing second, her concern for her mom deepened, amplifying the urgency of the situation. “Fanny, Fanny, come,” Natasha instructed the dog. Fanny, ever the loyal companion, stops her barking to come to stand by Natasha’s side. Natasha kneels, feeling the unease radiating from the panting dog, and she pulls her gently by the collar to come inside with them. “Why are you outside? Where are your parents?” Natasha asked rhetorically. She looks behind her to see Yelena’s now awake too.

“Nattie? Why is Fanny here?” Yelena bounds down the stairs with Steve in tow.

“I don’t know but I’m going to go and see what’s wrong,” Natasha sighs. “Maybe she broke out of the backyard and they’re looking for her.” Natasha hopes this would be quick. This night was getting weirder by the second. “You’re supposed to be back in bed. We still have school tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Yelena says as she sits on the couch. She was too wired to fall asleep now. Natasha walks over to the junk drawer, finding an old leash from her days of walking Fanny, to clip it onto the dog’s collar. She instructs Steve to stay with Yelena as she walks through the grass to the other house.

As Natasha guided Fanny on a leash, the air was thick with anticipation, carrying a sense of urgency that fueled her steps. The dimly lit street seemed unusually quiet, amplifying the unease that nestled within her chest. The flickering glow of the broken streetlight cast eerie shadows along the deserted sidewalk, adding an eerie touch to the scene.

Approaching the Schmidt's house, Natasha's pace quickened, her heart pounding in her ears. But as she reached the familiar porch, a sinking feeling settled within her as she realized something was amiss. The house stood dark and empty, devoid of the warmth and life it usually exuded.

A sense of foreboding washed over Natasha, her grip on Fanny's leash tightening instinctively. She glanced around, searching for any signs of life, but all she found was an unsettling silence that seemed to wrap itself around her like a suffocating shroud.

She tentatively stepped forward, calling out, "Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt? Is anyone home?" Her voice hung in the air, carried away by the stillness that enveloped the neighborhood.

Fanny, ever perceptive, let out a low whine, her tail drooping in sync with Natasha's growing unease. The absence of familiar greetings and friendly faces gnawed at Natasha's core, filling her mind with unanswered questions.

Natasha cautiously approached the front door, her hand trembling as she reached for the doorknob. It yielded easily under her touch, granting her access to the silent emptiness beyond.

As Natasha stepped into the house, a chill crawled up her spine. The living room lay deserted, devoid of the vibrant energy that typically infused the space. The absence of Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt's comforting presence heightened her concern, their absence echoing through the walls.

A sudden gust of wind rustled the curtains, causing Natasha to startle. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any clues, any indication of what might have transpired. But all she found was an eerie stillness, broken only by the sound of her racing heartbeat.

Natasha's mind raced, her thoughts swirling with worry and possibilities. What had happened to the Schmidts? Where had they gone? Questions tumbled through her mind, each more urgent than the last.

Gathering her resolve, Natasha took a deep breath and whispered to Fanny, "Come on, girl." With Fanny at her side, she ventured further into the house, determined to unravel the mystery that lay before her, and praying that she would find the Schmidts safe and sound.

Amidst the eerie stillness of the Schmidt's darkened house, Natasha cautiously made her way through the silent rooms, her heart pounding in her chest. With each step, the sense of unease grew, as if the very air held its breath, waiting for something to be revealed.

As she approached the kitchen, a faint shuffling sound caught her attention. Natasha's breath hitched, and she instinctively tightened her grip on a nearby broomstick, using it as a makeshift weapon. Her senses sharpened, every nerve on edge.

Pushing open the creaking door, Natasha's eyes widened at the sight that greeted her. Mrs. Schmidt crouched in a corner of the room, blood pooled around her, as she bit into the flesh of her husband.

Fear and sorrow welled up within Natasha as she realized the truth. She gasped, covering her mouth to keep quiet, but Fanny’s barking alerted the woman, or monster, to their presence.

But even in the face of this gruesome reality, Natasha reminded herself to stay composed. She needed to focus on survival, on finding a way out of this nightmarish scenario.

Her mind raced, contemplating her options and the next course of action. Her heart ached at the thought of leaving Mrs. Schmidt behind, but she knew there was no saving her. She backed away slowly, eyeing the woman’s emotionless expression, before she dropped Fanny’s leash.

Her heart pounded into her chest as she raced for the door, the dog hot on her tail, and Mrs. Schmidt too. Natasha can practically feel the woman’s hands at her back before she hears a loud, banging noise and hot air whip past her. She opens her eyes, not realizing she’s closed them, to see Alexei with a 5.5 mm shotgun pointed at her.

“Alexei?” Natasha breathes. She raises her hands in surrender. She dares to look behind her, finding Mrs. Schmidt dead at her feet. “Oh, my god.” Natasha cried out. She backed away, practically falling over her feet, as she looked at the body of the woman she once knew. “You shot her. You killed her.”

“She was already gone, Natasha,” Alexei warns her. “Where’s your sister? We have to get your sister.” He yells.

“She’s inside with Steve,” Natasha points out.

“We have to go now,” Alexei demanded.

“What? Why? Where’s mom?” Natasha begged as she chased after him. Inside the house, Yelena stood up, as Steve looked at them with a question on his tongue.

“What’s that noise?” Yelena questioned as she held her doll close to her chest.

“Where’s mom?” Natasha asked.

“What's going on?”

“We have to go now,” Alexei began to rummage through the drawers. “Natasha, go put your sister's shoes on.”

“No, not until you tell-”

“Dammit, listen to me,” Alexei’s voice reaches a new height he’s never used before. Yelena backs into Natasha, her fingers gripping Fanny’s fur as the dog sits next to her. “Listen, I will tell you everything in the car. Just, go and put your shoes on and pack a bag. As fast as you can.”

Natasha says nothing. She simply takes Yelena’s hand and walks with her up the stairs to her bedroom. Fanny moves to sit on the bed, keeping watch over the sisters, as Natasha grabs a backpack and begins to throw clothes into them. Beside her, Yelena begins to cry as she doesn’t know what’s happening.

“Nattie, I’m scared.” Yelena whines. “Where’s Mommy?”

“I know, baby, just put your shoes on,” Natasha finds a pair of light-up princess shoes Yelena got for school earlier in the year. “We’ll get Mom later.” She helps Yelena put them on one by one before grabbing her a jacket. She races to her room to grab a few things. She drops to her knees, finding her phone on the other side of the bed, before she hears a loud screeching sound. She pauses. What was that?

Deciding to leave the phone, Natasha grabs Yelena, holding her in her arms, before she races downstairs. The sight they’re met with startles her. Someone is heading for the front door, a neighbor she recognizes as Mr. Yang, and before she can even react Alexei shoots the man point-blank in the head. She gasps again, shielding Yelena’s eyes from all of the blood as she looks at Alexei.

“He’s a zombie,” Alexei announces. “There’s an outbreak or something. I don’t know what the hell it is but we have to find your Mom. She stayed at the diner to help. Let’s go.”

“I have to go home,” Steve realizes. “My parents.”

“Boy, I can’t promise your parents are still there.” Alexei holds his gun out in front of them as he walks out to his pickup truck. He ignores the sound of Yelena’s crying as he helps the girls into the truck.

“Bucky, my brother, he was home alone,” Steve shakes his head.

“Steve,” Natasha calls out to him but he’s already in his car. She doesn’t get a chance to say goodbye. Alexei jumps into the driver’s seat and starts the engine when Yelena yells out. “Don’t leave Fanny.” She crawls over to her door to open it. Calling for the dog.

“Come, Fanny,” Yelena calls. It’s then they notice someone standing on the other side of the street. There's no telling if it’s a turned zombie or a real person. Fanny races to the car, tongue out of her mouth as she pants, climbing into the car to sit next to Yelena. Natasha reaches across them to close the door just in time. The figure, now recognized as a zombie, taps at the glass incessantly. Alexei shifts the car into drive and peels off before they can find out the lengths one of these things can go to.

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Alexei gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he maneuvered the car through the chaotic streets. Natasha and Yelena sat in the backseat, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. The distant sounds of sirens echoed through the air, mingling with the clamor of panicked voices and the occasional screech of tires.

Natasha leaned forward, her voice laced with worry as she asked, "Where are we going? What's happening? Are we going to get Mom?"

Alexei glanced at his daughters through the rearview mirror. "I don't know, girls. Something's gone wrong. Your mom should still be where I left her, but things aren't normal out there. We need to find her and make sure she's safe."

Yelena's voice trembled as she chimed in, "I'm scared, Daddy. What are those things?"

Alexei tried to steady his voice, offering reassurance amidst the unfolding uncertainty. "I know it's scary, but we'll stick together. We'll find your mom, and we'll get through this, I promise."

As they continued driving, the scenes outside the car window painted a grim picture of the chaos gripping the town. Smoke billowed in the distance, mingling with the red-orange glow of flames. Abandoned vehicles littered the streets, their doors hanging open as if their occupants had fled in a frenzy.

Natasha's eyes darted from one scene to another, her heart sinking with each passing moment. "Alexei, look! They’re breaking into the stores.”

Alexei's grip on the steering wheel tightened further, his voice steady but heavy with concern. "It's not safe here, girls. Something terrible is happening, but we'll keep going, keep looking for your mom. We have to stay focused. There’s an army base a few miles down. If we get there we should be safe."

As they navigated through the chaos, their search became a quest for answers and safety. The girls' questions filled the car, their voices a mix of fear and longing for their mother's presence. The streets unfolded before them, revealing scenes of destruction and desperation that only fueled their determination to reunite with their missing loved one.

Amidst the turmoil, Alexei's resolve remained unyielding, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He knew that finding their mom would require courage and persistence, but he also knew that he would do whatever it took to protect his daughters and keep their families intact.

As the car screeched to a halt in front of the diner, a wave of horror washed over Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei. Flames licked hungrily at the building, engulfing it in a fiery inferno that consumed everything in its path. Smoke billowed into the night sky, casting a thick veil of darkness over the scene.

Yelena gasped, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Daddy, the diner! It's... it's on fire!”

Alexei's face contorted with a mixture of anguish and frustration. "Stay in the car, both of you. It's not safe."

As the girls watched from the car, their eyes transfixed on the raging flames, Natasha's heart sank. The diner had been their mother's sanctuary, a place where she worked tirelessly to provide for them. Now, it was reduced to a charred skeleton, the embodiment of destruction and loss.

Natasha's voice trembled as she whispered, "Mom... Where is she? Where could she be?" Natasha detangled herself from Yelena’s tight grip to get out of the car.

“No, don’t leave,” Yelena begged.

“I’m just going to see,” Natasha promised. With each step closer to the truth, Natasha could feel her heart sink. “Mom was in there.”

“No,” Alexei shakes his head in disbelief. “No, no, no.” He begins to sob.

Natasha wants to desperately break down there too. She wants to run inside the building and find her. The angry flames light their faces in an array of orange and red. She’s in shock. She can’t believe what she’s seeing and feeling but she can’t stay here. She can’t see this.

“Alexei, we have to go,” Natasha called for him. “Alexei,” She begged, tugging at his arms, to pull him back to the truck. He finally comes to his senses and gets into the driver’s seat once again.

The car raced through the desolate streets, Natasha, Yelena, and Alexei clinging to a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos. The distant sounds of sirens and the clamor of panicked voices grew louder as they approached a gathering crowd near the middle of the town. Desperation filled the air, and people jostled against one another, seeking safety and answers.

Alexei's hands tightened around the steering wheel, his eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of a possible way through. Natasha's voice quivered with both fear and anticipation. "Alexei, we have to get to the military base.”

With a determined nod, Alexei skillfully maneuvered the car, inching closer to the teeming mass of people. The air buzzed with uncertainty, mingled with cries for help and the occasional sound of shattering glass.

As they neared the crowd, their hearts pounded with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. The atmosphere was tense, charged with a raw energy that crackled through the air. But just as they were on the cusp of reaching their destination, chaos erupted.

A sudden collision with another vehicle jolted them, sending the car spinning out of control. Metal screeched, glass shattered, and the world turned into a whirlwind of confusion and panic. The impact knocked the breath out of them, leaving them dazed and disoriented.

Through the haze, Natasha could hear Yelena's frightened voice, "Natasha, Dad, are you okay?"

Natasha's vision blurred as she turned to her sister, her voice shaky but filled with determination. "Yelena, stay with me. We'll be okay. Alexei, are you alright?"

Alexei's voice came strained and filled with pain. "I'm... I'm fine. Just a bit banged up. We need to get out of here. It's not safe."

“I’m stuck,” Yelena complained as she tugged at her seat belt. She looks to Fanny, the dog in a state of confusion and panic, as she paces the seat beside them.

Natasha, with a head-numbing headache, begins to climb into the backseat to help her sister.

Fear welled up inside Yelena as she struggled against her seatbelt, her heart pounding in her chest. The distant sounds of chaos and desperation reverberated around them, leaving them feeling helpless.

But then, a voice pierced through the chaos, cutting through the haze of their panic. "Hey, are you okay?" the voice called out, filled with concern and determination. Natasha turned to you, her eyes meeting those of a teenager with disheveled hair and a determined gaze.

"I can help you. Just hold on," you said, your voice steady and filled with an air of confidence. You swiftly moved towards them, your hands deftly working to release Yelena from the confines of her seatbelt.

As she felt the weight of the seatbelt loosened, a wave of relief washed over her. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. Natasha into your eyes, she found a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you," She managed to say, her voice trembling with gratitude.

You offered a reassuring smile. "No problem. We need to get out of here. It's not safe. Follow me."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Natasha nodded and followed your lead. You navigated through the chaotic scene with agility, skillfully maneuvering through the throngs of panicked people. Their presence instilled a sense of trust and determination within you as if they were a guiding light amid the darkness.

Together, you forged ahead, pushing through the chaos, and finding a path toward safety.

As you hurriedly made your way through the chaotic streets, finding a grassy path behind buildings, a soldier clad in military gear suddenly appeared before you, blocking your path. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting suspiciously between Natasha, you, Alexei, and Yelena. The soldier's stern expression and the grip on his weapon sent a shiver down your spine.

"Hold on a minute. Where do you think you're going?" the soldier demanded, his voice laced with skepticism.

Natasha stepped forward, her voice firm but filled with urgency. "We need to get to safety. Our family is missing, and we're trying to find them." She still had a glimmer of hope that her mother made it to the base.

The soldier's eyes narrowed, his suspicion evident. "And why should I believe you? There's chaos out here, and I can't let just anyone pass."

Alexei, his voice tinged with desperation, pleaded, "Please, sir. We're not a threat. We're just trying to find our loved ones and get to safety."

Yelena, her eyes filled with fear, clung to her father’s shirt, seeking comfort amid uncertainty. "Please, mister. Let us go.”

Your voice steady and unwavering, added, "We're just trying to survive, like everyone else. We're not your enemies."

The soldier studied each of your faces, seemingly torn between duty and compassion. After a moment of tense silence, he sighed heavily. "Sir, I have four civilians here.” He spoke through the earpiece in his ear. The trepidation and tension ran through the air as you waited.

“But sir? There’s a little girl,” He whispered into the mic. Something about that statement made your blood run cold. Suddenly, before you’re even understanding what he's doing, he raises his weapon and shoots blindly. Only, you’re a tad bit quicker, and the gun you’ve been hiding in your back pocket is pulled as you send a bullet into his throat.

The scene before you is heartbreaking and utterly devastating as Alexei falls to the ground. His grip on Yelena never loosens until he’s down. Yelena moves to the side, her eyes wide in panic, as she shakes her father.

“Daddy,” Yelena cries.

“Dad?” Natasha drops to her knees. She uses her hands to put pressure on the wound she can’t find as Alexei struggles to breathe. You stand back, unsure of what to do, as you watch the girls lose their father. “Dad, come on, don’t do this. Don’t do this to us.” Natasha pleads with the man. “I’m sorry. Daddy, I’m sorry. Please, don’t leave us.” Natasha sobs as Alexei coughs.

All you can hear are their pleas and cries for mercy as the light in their father’s eyes fades. What would they do now?

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Exhausted and fearful, Natasha and Yelena found themselves confined to small huts within the military base. The air was thick with tension, and the dim lighting cast long shadows across the room. Huddled together, they clung to each other for comfort and support, seeking solace in their shared vulnerability.

Natasha's eyes were heavy with weariness, her voice tinged with worry as she spoke to Yelena. "I’m sorry, baby,” She kissed Yelena’s head, the small girl clinging to her. She’s the only person Yelena has in the world now. You watch from beside them, a look of longing on your face, you don’t know how to help them.

Yelena nodded, her small frame trembling with fatigue. "I want Mommy.” She whimpered. She’s lost everything in a matter of hours. It’s too much for her young mind to process.

Just then, the persistent golden retriever, Fanny, padded over to you and began nudging them with her snout, a concerned whine escaping her throat. You weakly patted the dog's head, trying to soothe her. "Hey, Fanny. I'm okay, girl."

Natasha, her gaze shifting between you and Fanny, noticed the worry etched on R's face. "Are you alright, you? You don't look well."

You smile grimly before raising the sleeve of your t-shirt to reveal a small white device attached to your arm. . a small device that serves as a lifeline—a continuous glucose monitor that monitors your blood sugar levels.

The sensor is a discreet, circular patch that adheres to your arm, housing a tiny filament that delicately penetrates your skin to measure glucose levels. It is designed to be comfortable and inconspicuous, blending with your skin tone.

Your voice was shaky, and your words slurred slightly. "I... I have diabetes. My blood sugar is low. I need something to eat or drink."

Concern flooded Natasha's features as she quickly scanned the surroundings, searching for any available supplies. "Stay here.I'll see if I can find something for you." Natasha carried Yelena out onto the base. There are several military guards around and she doesn’t know who to talk to for help.

Natasha approached one of the military personnel, her voice filled with urgency. "Excuse me, sir. We have a friend who needs help. They have diabetes, and their blood sugar is low. Is there anything we can do?"

The soldier, albeit stern-faced, showed a hint of compassion. "Wait here," he replied curtly before disappearing momentarily.

Moments later, he returned with a small bottle of orange juice and a granola bar. Natasha's relief was palpable as she hurried back to you, holding out the provisions. "Here. This should help raise your blood sugar."

You managed a weak smile, accepting the offering and quickly consuming it. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

Yelena, her voice filled with concern, added, "You'll feel better soon, right?” She asked.

“I hope so,” You shrug. “Hopefully this doesn’t last long.” You sigh.

“So many people died out there,” Natasha’s voice drifts.

“I guess we’re one of the lucky ones,” You reply.

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A Dull and Ordinary Sky-An Analysis of Kingdom Hearts 3

Sora is not Special. There is nothing extraordinary or fantastic about him. He is nothing more than a dull and ordinary boy. Merely playing the role of the Prince Charming because he happened to be at the right place at the right time. If it wasn’t for his friends, wasn’t for the people he was lucky enough to meet he would be just another nameless face in the crowd. He’s no Princess of Heart with a pure light and grand cosmic destiny like Kairi nor was he chosen to inherit the keyblade and ideals of previous masters like Riku. Heck even the empty husk he left behind is more important than him. At least Roxas was the Organization's first choice, unlike Sora who wasn't just their second choice but third choice. Sora is not the hero of this story, he’s just a delivery boy. At least that's what Sora thinks. 

While Sora hides it well with his happy go lucky and friendly personality there is an undeniable lack of sense worth underlying his character. In Kingdom Hearts 1 Sora declares to the corrupted Riku he no longer needs a weapon, that his friends are his power. This scene is originally framed as victorious but in retrospect it is the first domino in an ever escalating feeling of self loathing. In Birth By Sleep Sora’s own words are echoed by his predecessor, Ventus, however there is a slight difference. In BBS Ventus says, “My friends are my power, and I’m theirs.” With just one additional line Ventus reveals to the audience the deep sheeted flaws in Sora’s ideals. Sora places all his faith in his connections yet fails to acknowledge his own strengths. In Sora’s mind it’s his friends who give him all his strength and without them he’s just worthless. A very dangerous way of thinking that is only validated in Sora’s mind by the Keyblade returning to him in KH1.     

Eventually this toxic mindset brings about Sora’s downfall when he is tested for the Mark of Mastery in Dream Drop Distance. As said by Eraqus in Birth By Sleep, the Mark of Mastery is where a keyblade weilder’s true nature is revealed, and for Sora this test reveals how deep his denial of self worth goes. Throughout his adventures in The Sleeping Worlds Sora continues to rely on the power of friendship, putting those he cares about above himself. Too busy admiring the brilliance of Riku and Mickey to even notice the ever growing darkness in his own heart. Even when it is pointed out to him time and time again by the taunting Young Xehanort. Sora is unable or unwilling to see how the pain and suffering of those within his heart is slowly smothering him.  

Sora fails the Mark of Mastery as he plays directly into Xehanort’s stained hands. This failure could have been avoided if he just placed some faith in himself, if he recognized the fact that he too gives his friends strength. Perhaps then he could have shared the burden of Roxas, Ventus, and Xion’s pain rather than be buried in it, but that's not what happened. Xigbar confronts Sora putting to words all the painful thoughts Sora has buried in the back of his mind, and instead of fighting back against those words, instead of declaring his worth, Sora validates them. Though half hearted pride he lies about not caring that he wasn’t chosen and once again declares his friends are his power. Sealing his fate as he is dragged into the darkness born from his own weakness, nearly turning into a Xehanort, and being stripped of all power. Something needs to change and Sora’s heart knows it.

In Kingdom Hearts 3 Sora’s very own heart sets him on the path not only to regain his power but to change. He is sent to mount Olypmus where he earns some of his confidence back by fighting alongside Herc to save both the realm of men and the realm of the gods. Most importantly he learns to fight with all his heart, drawing strength directly from himself, creating new powers never seen before such as air step, attraction flow rides, and formchanges. In Toy Box Sora is sent to reexamine his ideals. To see the power of friendship not as a crutch to lean on but as a power that is shared between others so they may support one another in the face of darkness. Demetrasted though the test run conflict against Young Xehanort.  Kingdom of Corona and Monstropolis both place Sora in the role of a fairy tale guardian in order to remind Sora that he is the protector and not the protected. Which he passes with flying colors by showing Rapunzel how to have fun through experiencing the joys of the outside world and by teaching Boo to be brave by laughing in the face of terror. In the Hundred Acre Woods Sora repairs bonds that have grown weak, learning that to truly cherish his bonds he must do more than simply put his faith in them, he must nurture them. Arrendelle is where Sora’s heart pushes him to endure, to see if he is truly willing to live by his ideals when the powers that be reject him. And endure Sora does, as he befriends Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, Sven, Olaff, and Marshmallow in spite of Xehanort and the world’s roadblocks. Going from dreading the snow to loving it. The Carribeans push Sora to make his biggest change going from a follower to leader. He becomes captain of his own ship and joins the Pirate War as their greatest asset. Finally culminating in San Fransokyo which mirrors the first stop in this journey of the heart, with it being Sora’s turn to act as the hero who inspires those to move forward in face of their doubt.

Through the heart’s journey Sora is reborn from a boy full of doubt playing dress up to a true man and champion. So his heart sends him where he’s needed. Sora returns to Destiny Island, the world where it all began, where he finds Master’s Defender, a special keyblade passed down through a legacy of masters. With all of Sora’s growth the keyblade acknowledges Sora sending him to save its current master, Aqua. And that Sora does as he saves Aqua from herself after becoming Anti-Aqua, finally bringing her back to light. Through the acceptance of Master’s Defender and the rescue of Aqua Sora shows to all his peers that not only has he reached the level of a Keyblade Master but has surpassed them. However Sora’s heart is not yet done. There is one more person Sora needs to save and one more secret he has to learn. Through the first bond Sora ever made, Ventus. Sora learns he had never truly lost The Power of Waking. Instead it had remained dormant in his heart. Waiting for the time when Sora would be ready, when he would understand who he truly is and what his power is meant for. When Sora’s heart saw him as a hero who uses his powers to save those in need. Sora’s heart finally accepts him as he truly becomes Prince Charming using The Power of Waking to save the one he’s spent his entire life protecting, to wake up Ven.

With all the trials and tribulations passed Sora has finally defeated his lack of self worth and become the star of his own fairy tale. Except he's not, he is still just the delivery boy, but how can that be? After all he’s accomplished, after all the lives he has saved, and after all he’s grown, how can Sora’s heart still not accept him? That's just the thing though, Sora’s heart DID accept him. The fact he got The Power of Waking back is proof of his heart’s acknowledgement. No, the only person who still looks down on Sora, who still thinks he’s not good enough, is Sora himself. The thing about self loathing no matter how much you improve, no matter how much good you do you will always see yourself as a fraud.

Sora can not accept himself because he truly does not believe he has earned his heart's acceptance. In Sora’s eyes he can only see his losses. It wasn't him who defeated the titans and saved mount Olympus but Hercules, Sora was just the towel boy. Woody was the one who called out young Xehanort and saved Buzz. All Sora did was piggy back on his words. Heck not only did Young Xehnort get the best of him earlier in the video game store, but Sora utterly failed to get the Toys back home to Andy. Sora was practically useless. He completely froze against Vanitas in Monstropolis needing both Donald and Goofy to protect him while Mike and Sully took care of the abomination. He would never have to repair his bond with Pooh if he didn’t let Xehanort almost Nort him in the first place. Worst of all in the Kingdom of Corona, Arrndelle, and the Caribbean Sora is powerless to save three of his friends as he watches the light leave their eyes. Of course none of these failures actually discount all the good Sora did in these worlds or all the people he’s helped.  And yet they are Sora’s takeaways

Even Sora’s greatest victory, the return of Ventus through The Power of Waking, a symbol of his ascension to Prince Charming status, is not truly his own in his eyes. When Ventus tries to thank Sora for everything and offers him a handshake Sora hesitates. As if he is unsure if he has the right to accept Ven’s thanks. Because deep down Sora does not believe himself to be worthy. Sora attributes this victory not to himself but Ventus believing The Power of Waking only worked because of Ventus' help. And It’s no wonder Sora would come to think this lie. Not just because of his lack of self worth but because out of all his friends Ventus is the one Sora puts on the highest pedestal, believing the light hearted boy to be the entire reason Sora is even a part of this story.

So when Sora enters the Keyblade graveyard with his very soul blind to the truth his heart is screaming at him he brings about the downfall of the Guardians of Light. In the battle against the thirteenth member, TerraNort, Sora fails to even strike the man with his doubt holding him back. Sora leaves it to his friends to pick up the slack only for them to end up severely weakened allowing the darkness to pick them off one by one. Thanks to Sora’s weakness, light expires and darkness prevails. 

Perhaps this loss was for the best though. It is only when Sora is stripped of everything that he is at last forced to reveal his secret. Bringing to words every horrible thought of himself he’s kept hidden. He truly thinks of himself as worthless without his friends. And of course the one who understands Sora the best informs him of what his heart has been trying to tell him this whole time. Sora isn’t worthless, he gives his friends just as much strength as they give him, and the hero of this story is no one else but Sora. Riku tells Sora the words he’s needed to hear this whole time. Inspiring Sora to finally be the savior his friends see him as.

The Final Worlds is a place made of sky and sea where fallen hearts that are still connected to the worlds of the living remain until they either return to Kingdom Hearts or fade away. It is a world of death but for Sora is the place of his rebirth. In The Final World Sora by his own hands put himself back together, collecting the scattered pieces of his body, heart, mind, and soul to become a whole once again. Which Sora does not only by using all of his movement abilities, a manifestation of his body's power, but by exerting his will over the world itself to manipulate its shape, becoming King of the Sky. Sora restores his very sense of self both literally and figuratively as the shackles of self loathing begin to loosen on his heart.  

To finally free himself of these shackles Sora must save his friends in the only way he can. Sora must perform a miracle. Sora does what no one has done before, he defeats death itself. Sora takes the Power of Waking, proof of his mastery over the keyblade, and uses it to wake his friend’s heart not from any old kind of sleep but the final sleep. Using The Power of Waking in such an orthodox way Sora travels to his friend's heart through the worlds themselves waking them up from death and in the process defeating the most ancient of heartless, The Lich. Through Sora’s victory over death he completes not only his rebirth but archives true actualization shown through his claim of the Spell Aeroga, the ultimate spell of his element the sky, and the rewrite of his own story. Changing his and The Guardians' predetermined destiny of failure. A truly beautiful achievement which could only be accomplished by one who bucks the normal conventions of society in favor of following his heart’s own rhythm. 

The Second Keyblade war begins anew as Sora’s new found confidence is put to the test with him leading The Seven Guardians of Light against The Thirteen Seekers of Darkness. Earning their trust as he undoes his first loss in this journey by defeating the returning Demon Tide and gaining the blessing of those who fought in the previous Keyblade War through his willingness to face the Ultimate Heartless without hesitation.  

That last act in particular is exemplary of Sora’s character. By following his heart and doing what was right Sora earned the faith of countless strangers who wished to share their strength with him for no reason other than they believed in him. Sora has always received powers from others, believing at first it was because he lacked strength of his own, but by receiving the Lights of the Past he sees the exact opposite is true. It is Sora’s own strength which pulls others towards him and combines their powers into something wonderful.

  Ultimately Sora is the one who leads The Seven Guardians of Light to the war’s end. Paying his friends back for all the times they’ve saved him by rescuing them in their time of need either by helping them grasp victory from the jaws of defeat like with Riku and Mickey or by granting them reunion like with the SeaSalt Trio and wayFinder Trio. It is even through Sora’s new found belief in himself that he is capable of beating the other Xehanorts, overcoming those who were consumed by ego and earning the respect of the ones that lost their way. Finally bringing Sora face to face with Master Xehanort, representing the worst possible extreme of what Sora could become. 

Xehanort has had from the very beginning complete and total unwavering belief in himself but by walking on the road of darkness and isolation this faith turned to egomania. Xehanort refused to trust his heart in others, slowly but surely becoming consumed by his own ignorance until he believed he alone could fix the world. Xehanort sought to surround himself with copies of himself, never looking beyond his own reflection even as it fractured with every act of self indulgent pride. Though the reasons why were different, Xehanort had lost his sense of self just like Sora believing in a lie rather than his own heart. Perhaps because he stopped listening to his own heart it was left up to Sora to fulfill its true wishe. In the final battle of the Second Keyblade War Xehanort's bloated ego clashes with Sora’s super ego who through a refined understanding of the power of friendship and a new sense of self worth conquers the final Seeker of Darkness at his most powerful, overcoming the X-Blade with the physical manifestation of The Half-Pint Trio’s shared ideals, Trinity.

Ultimately Sora is given the final reward of his true arc, Not the X-Blade but the trust of Master Xehanort as he is named the old goat’s true successor through the exchanging of their ideals. Through the bequeathing of the X-Blade by Master Xehanort made Sora a true keyblade wielder.  

However, Sora’s story does not end there. Though he has passed every test handed to him, earned the faith of both friends and enemies alike, changed history, and achieved feats greater than any other keyblade wielder, Sora has yet to truly act for himself. Everything Sora has done in all his adventures was for the sake of others. Now that Sora knows his self worth he must do something in the name of his own wants and needs. He uses The Power of Waking one last time sacrificing both his existence and power to save Kairi and spend his last days with her. Though Sora has always acted in the best interest of others it would be a mistake to assume this journey began with selfless intentions. No Sora’s journey began with the selfish desire to save the women he loves and be her knight in shining armor. Sora’s journey began with him looking for Kairi and it ends with him finally finding her as he travels through the hearts of his friends to find her, helping them all out one last time as he bests their inner darkness.

Sora began this story as a dull and ordinary boy. He never really stopped being one, but that's okay because as long as you believe in yourself even the most ordinary of people can become heroes.   

[chroniclesofskz]

A Touch of Elegance

In the quaint town of Canterbury, England, where the ancient cobblestones whispered tales of a bygone era and the historic façade of the cathedral loomed majestically over the landscape, lived a charming young woman named Y/N. At 24 years old, she exuded a sophisticated elegance that set her apart from her peers. Her refined, posh accent flowed like winding rivers through the serene valleys—each word draped in an air of nobility.

Y/N's fashion sense was a refined embodiment of old money style. She preferred tailored blazers and flowing skirts adorned with intricate patterns that mirrored classic European art. A veil of understated luxury enveloped her every outfit, exuding poise without effort. Her golden blond hair, cascading in soft waves down to her lower back, shimmered like sunlight on water. It was tied perfectly with an intricate bow in the middle, lending her an endearing touch of whimsy that could light up the dullest of days. Her warm, fair complexion glowed with vitality, and her dazzling ocean eyes sparkled like sapphires, capturing the essence of both serenity and intrigue.

One fateful day, Y/N received an unexpected call that spiraled her ordinary life into an extraordinary adventure. JY Park, the visionary founder of JYP Entertainment, sought her out himself, offering her a position as the personal assistant to Stray Kids, a rising sensation in the K-pop world. Her heart raced at the thought, and with a mix of excitement and trepidation, she accepted, envisioning vast new horizons and vibrant experiences waiting just for her.

Upon her arrival in Seoul, she was engulfed by a whirlwind of sounds and colors—the hum of the bustling city, the bright neon lights, and the tantalizing aroma of street food wafting through the air. As Y/N stepped into the sleek, modern building of JYP Entertainment, she felt all eyes on her. Heads turned, conversations hushed, and whispers of admiration filled the air. Her presence radiated like sunshine on the gloomiest of days.

“Hi, I’m Y/N!” she exclaimed, her smile wide and infectious as she introduced herself to the members of Stray Kids. Felix, with his charming mix of boyish exuberance and sincere warmth, rushed forward. “Hi, I'm Felix!” he replied, his own smile mirroring hers, his eyes sparkling with genuine curiosity and admiration. The other members exchanged gleeful teasing remarks, nudging Felix as the chemistry between them crackled in the air.

With her heart fluttering at the camaraderie, Y/N made it her mission to learn how each member preferred to be addressed—Chris, I.N, Lee Know, Hyunjin, Seungmin, Han, Changbin, and Felix—all names that rolled off her tongue with practiced elegance. The boys quickly warmed to her, appreciating not just her beauty but her cheerful spirit, a light that seemed to illuminate even the busiest days.

Tasked with managing their schedules and ensuring their health was up to scratch, Y/N settled into her role smoothly. Her precision in organization transformed chaos into harmony, navigating their busy lives with grace. Yet, her beauty and charm did not go unnoticed. JY Park, recognizing the striking image she presented, suggested she consider modeling or acting. "You have the magnetism for it, Y/N," he said, his eyes sparkling with ambition. However, she smiled politely, brushing off the compliment, "I'm flattered, Mr. Park, but that's not me," emphasizing her steadfast commitment to the role she loved.

As the weeks passed, the delightful friendship between Y/N and Felix grew deeper. He was captivated not just by her looks but by the warmth she radiated, the sincerity in her laughter that echoed like music in his heart. It was during their shared moments, whether discussing schedules or enjoying light-hearted banter, that Y/N found herself drawn closer to him, admiration blossoming alongside friendship.

Every time Y/N walked into the office, her presence commanded attention. Her bold, confident stride exuded effortless charm—each step imbued with a sensual rhythm that turned heads and drew gasps. She carried herself like a model, each movement fluid and graceful, embodying the very essence of elegance. Yet, beneath that poised exterior lay a woman who knew her worth but remained humble—a soothing balm in the midst of the chaos that often enveloped the world of K-pop.

Language barriers soon fell away, as Y/N began to converse more in Korean, though her delightful accent caught the boys off-guard. Their playful teasing soon turned into friendly mimicry, with Felix often attempting to replicate her refined phrases, much to her amusement. She found joy in their efforts, laughter bubbling up like effervescent champagne during their informal language lessons.

Then came that unforgettable moment, framed under the shimmering lights of Seoul, when their friendship tipped gracefully into romance. They found themselves secluded from the world, a breathtaking view of the city sprawling before them. Underneath the twilight sky, with stars twinkling like diamonds, Y/N felt an exhilarating rush of emotions as Felix leaned in closer. The air around them thickened with unspoken words, and time seemed to pause.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely rising above the hum of the city. “You make everything brighter.”

Y/N’s heart raced, a warm blush creeping across her cheeks. She had tried to dismiss the fluttering feelings blooming within her, but in that moment, they enveloped her—inevitable and beautiful. “You’re too sweet, Felix,” she replied, the corners of her lips curling upward in a coy smile. But he was undeterred, gazing into her ocean eyes with undeniable fervor.

“What I mean is…” He paused, searching for the right words. “You’re incredible. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

In that moment, Y/N felt a surge of warmth mixed with trepidation; her heart was a wild beast, wanting to leap free into this budding romance. Felix, feeling the magnetic pull between them, closed the distance, and before they knew it, their lips met in a tender kiss—soft yet electric, a sweet spark that sent waves of delight coursing through their veins.

The kiss deepened, a gentle exploration that held the promise of something exquisite. Y/N’s hands found their way to Felix’s hair as she melted into the moment, and he embraced her waist, pulling her closer as if to shield her from the rest of the world. Time ceased to exist; all that mattered was this shared heartbeat, the rhythm of two souls intertwining.

As they pulled away, both breathless, Y/N’s laughter rang like chimes in the night. “Well, that escalated quickly,” she teased, her eyes alight with joy. Felix chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, a hint of rosy color gracing his cheeks. “It was a pretty good escalation, though, wasn’t it?” he winked, confidence radiating from him like the warming glow of twilight.

Weeks turned into months, and the blossoming romance between Y/N and Felix continued to flourish. Their friendship transformed into a partnership, filled with laughter, late-night talks, and stolen glances that lingered longer than necessary. Felix introduced her to his world—the exuberant energy of performances, the thrill of fan meetings, and the unwavering support of their devoted fans. Y/N was enchanted, finding joy not just in the glitz and glamour but in the genuine heart of each of the members of Stray Kids.

Together, they navigated the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, Y/N providing a steady hand and calm presence in the whirlwind that surrounded them. Her ability to stay organized and focused made her invaluable—not just as an assistant but as a confidante. She cheered them on during rehearsals, provided comfort after tough days, and celebrated each success as if it were her own.

Through it all, Y/N found herself falling deeper for Felix. His playful spirit brought out her own joy; they became partners in adventure, exploring secret cafes, hidden art galleries, and lively streets filled with the pulse of Seoul. Stolen moments in between their busy schedules turned into cherished memories—hilarious mishaps in learning Korean slang, culinary experiments that sometimes went awry, and quiet evenings spent talking about dreams and aspirations.

Yet, amidst the dizzying rise to fame and the flurry of activity, it was in the quiet moments that Y/N felt her heart truly soar. She cherished the simple afternoons when Felix would share his thoughts while they sat in a serene park under cherry blossom trees, petals drifting like confetti around them. They would lie on the grass, hands intertwined, discussing everything from their childhoods to their hopes for the future.

One evening, as they strolled hand-in-hand along the Han River, the vibrant city lights reflecting on the water’s surface created a magical ambiance. Y/N turned to Felix, her golden hair catching the soft breeze, making her radiate like the stars above. “Do you ever get used to all of this?” she gestured around them, the bustling energy of the city ever-present.

Felix smiled, squeezing her hand gently. “Sometimes it feels surreal. But having you by my side makes it all feel… right.” His sincerity struck a chord in her heart, and she felt the weight of their connection—two souls weaving their fates in the fabric of the universe.

As their romance deepened, Y/N discovered that love was not without challenges. They navigated the complexities of their lives in the public eye, a delicate balance between personal happiness and the demands of fame. But with every trial, they emerged stronger, their bond unyielding. Together, they learned to embrace the chaos, finding solace in each other’s laughter and affection.

At their core, Y/N and Felix understood that they were an ever-evolving story filled with chapters yet to be written—each moment more significant than the last, wrapped in the warmth of shared memories and the promise of what was to come.

One crisp autumn evening, as the leaves painted the streets in shades of amber and crimson, Y/N and Felix found themselves at a quaint outdoor café adorned with twinkling fairy lights. The air was filled with laughter, the aroma of roasted chestnuts, and the soft music of a street performer playing sweet melodies. Y/N sipped her warm tea, savoring the moment; an effortless joy enveloped her as she watched Felix animatedly recount a funny incident from practice.

“…and then Hyunjin nearly tripped over his own feet!” he laughed, eyes sparkling with mischief. Y/N joined in, her laughter a melodic counterpoint to his. In that moment, peace washed over her—a realization that she had found a home, not just in Korea but in Felix's heart.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of violet and orange, Felix’s demeanor shifted, a seriousness settling in as he took Y/N’s hands in his. “Y/N, I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life. You make me want to be better, to reach for the stars.”

Her heart raced as he continued. “I don’t just want you in my life; I want to build a future with you—whatever that looks like.” His earnest gaze locked onto hers, conveying how much she meant to him.

“Felix…” she whispered, emotion swelling within her. It was overwhelming, the strength of her own feelings, and the life they could create together. “You already make me better. I never thought I could find this kind of happiness.”

As if drawn by an invisible force, they leaned closer, and Felix cupped her face in his hands, brushing his thumbs against her cheeks. “Then let’s face everything together.”

Under the canopy of stars, they sealed their promises with a kiss, a bond forged in love’s precious light. Holding each other close, they spoke of dreams, laughter, and love—of a future filled with shared journeys, limitless possibilities, and unwavering support.

With the gentle breeze wrapping around them, Y/N felt the undeniable truth of their connection—one that transcended distance, language, and the chaotic world of fame. From Canterbury to Seoul, their love had blossomed into something beautiful, and in each other, they found solace, joy, and the adventure of a lifetime.

As they strolled back through the vibrant streets, hand-in-hand, Y/N and Felix knew that this was just the beginning of their story, a tale woven together with threads of love, dreams, and an unyielding connection that would shine bright against any backdrop. Together, they were ready to embrace whatever the future held, walking forward side by side, hearts in sync, and filled with the promise of forever.

And so, their journey continued—one of laughter, love, and the extraordinary magic that comes when two souls find their way to each other, lighting the world around them like stars that guide the way through life’s most beautiful dance.

[who-do-i-know-this-man]

⚠️Vote for whomever YOU DO NOT KNOW⚠️‼️

[wonderlandsdr]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ paddington dr introduction

. . . 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.ᐟ

( ᥫ᭡ ) Sophie Rose Brown is your typical 17-year-old; always slightly anxious, perpetually caught between navigating the maze of her final years in high school and dreams of adulthood, and stealing glances at the charming school rugby team captain, James Harrington who she most certainly does not have a crush on. However, she is also the eldest child of the ever-protective Mr. Henry Brown and the gentle-hearted Mrs. Mary Brown, meaning her life is anything but ordinary.

( ᥫ᭡ ) Growing up, she had always been the quiet one in her family, balancing her duties as the eldest sibling with dreams of becoming a writer. In her introverted nature, she found solace in books and journals, filling pages with stories of magical adventures and distant lands. Her passion for literature earned her a scholarship to one of London's elite private grammar schools (which she's attended since Year 10) and led to her job at The King's English bookstore, where she has now worked for two years.

( ᥫ᭡ ) Her world suddenly takes an unexpected turn just as the new school term begins when her family welcomes an extraordinary houseguest - a marmalade-loving bear whose penchant for adventure brings both chaos and delight to their doorstep. As she helps Paddington navigate the peculiarities of London life and tries her best to keep him out of trouble, she finds both her patience tested and her fondness growing for the unusual newest addition to their family.

( ᥫ᭡ ) And somehow, living with a talking bear ultimately becomes very trivial in the grand scheme of things when an unexpected friendship blossoms with James who she, once again, most certainly doesn't have a crush on . But just as it starts feeling like something more, James begins dating Lindsey Curry (neighbour, nemesis, bitch). Between managing a well-meaning bear's chaotic exploits, keeping up with her school work, and watching the boy she definitely doesn't fancy fall for her arch-nemesis, it's becoming increasingly clear that Olivia Rodrigo wasn’t exaggerating - it is really fucking brutal out here.

will be making more posts for this dr! current obsession actually! definitely one of my more fun/whimsical/cheerful drs lol. thinking of doing a post going over my relationships in this reality as well as a slightly more in-depth post about my day-to-day life!

[littledemondani]

“the water’s so cool! come on, just come in for a dip to cool yourself down.”

Where Eddie is luring you in cool water like a mermaid 🥴

warnings: fluff, no use of y/n, fem!reader

wc: 0.3K

a/n: thank you for sending this prompt in, bb <3 as always, do not repost my works on any other platform without my permission. follow my library blog if you'd like to keep up with my writing.

still accepting these prompts.

you stand at the edge of the crystal-clear water of lover’s lake, a gentle breeze rustling through the trees around you. eddie munson, the boy with an adventurous spirit and a mischievous smile, stands ankle-deep in the inviting water. his brown eyes sparkle with excitement as he beckons you to join him.

"the water's so cool!" eddie calls out, his voice carrying on the breeze. "come on, just come in for a dip to cool yourself down."

you can't help but be captivated by his enthusiasm. his words hang in the air, luring you in like a siren's song. with a smile of anticipation, you step forward, feeling the soft grass beneath your feet give way to the coolness of the water.

eddie's eyes light up as he sees you inching closer, his excitement infectious. his outstretched hand invites you to join him in this aquatic adventure, and you willingly accept the invitation. your heart races with anticipation as you take the final steps, the water enveloping your legs, refreshing and soothing.

a wave of exhilaration washes over you as you join eddie in the water. the coolness seeps into your skin, soothing away the heat of the summer day. you can't help but marvel at the way the sunlight dances on the surface, casting shimmering patterns like scattered jewels.

as you wade further into the water, eddie's laughter fills the air, mingling with the sounds of nature. the water's gentle embrace makes you feel weightless, as if you're floating on a sea of tranquility. eddie's presence beside you adds a touch of magic to the moment, turning an ordinary day into something extraordinary.

you glance at eddie, his hair tousled and his eyes filled with joy. he moves effortlessly through the water, his movements akin to those of a mermaid, graceful and fluid. he dives beneath the surface, disappearing momentarily before resurfacing with a mischievous grin.

"isn't this amazing?" he exclaims, his voice bubbling with excitement. "just you and me out here. not another soul in sight. it's like our own secret world."

you nod, unable to find the words to express your agreement. this moment feels surreal, like a scene straight out of a fairytale. with eddie by your side, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you immersed in the cool embrace of the water.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

Poll Results

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The results from the polls for mini-series are:

MAXIDENT and ROMANCE: UNTOLD

And here are the peaks at the miniseries 🙈😉 (let me know in the comments which you’re most excited for too)

MAXIDENT:

Case 143: Seungmin You found yourself caught in a beautiful confusion, where every glance whispered a truth you didn't dare speak until now- he was never meant to be just your best friend.

Chill: Felix In his presence you found out that even a heart once broken could find its way to healing, and with him you found strength to believe in love again.

Give Me Your TMI: Han Every detail, every laugh, every shared smile- there was nothing more you wanted then to know every detail about him, every single thing he could possibly share you wanted to know.

SUPER BOARD: Bangchan Amidst the roar of the engines and chaos, you realized your heart was not racing just because of the adrenaline, but because of the man who made you realize that the path you were racing down was terrifying and unpredictable- but worth every exhilarating moment.

3RACHA: Changbin His voice was the soundtrack to your beginning, every word a new beat that promised something extraordinary.

TASTE: Lee Know With every lingering touch and whispered word, he was teaching you the true meaning of desire, each second passing a tantalizing taste of what could be.

CAN'T STOP: Jeongin Being with him felt like a never-ending adventure, a love story that simply couldn't stop.

CIRCUS: Hyunjin You found yourself captivated by the man who made every moment feel like magic; the soul who turned your love into the greatest show on earth.

ROMANCE: UNTOLD:

Moonstruck: Sunghoon He made you realize that being moonstruck wasn't just about the enchantment of the night- but falling completely and irreversibly in love with the boy in front of you.

XO: Sunoo He was granting you permission. To love him fiercely. To love him forever.

Your Eyes Only: Heeseung With the depth of his gaze, you found the courage to bare your soul, knowing that in his eyes was the love and acceptance you had been searching a long time for.

Hundred Broken Hearts: Jake Amidst a hundred broken hearts he pledged to be your shield, to make sure your smile shined bright enough to overpower any sorrow.

Brought the Heat Back (pt1): Niki In the flames of envy, he was consumed by a heat only you could ignite, torn between desire and restraint, unable to calm the fire burning within him.

Paranormal: Jay In your ordinary world, he was like an anomaly that was rewriting your universe.

Royalty: Jungwon Every word you spoke reigned as law, but it was needless; as he willingly bound himself to your side, forever devoted to your majesty.

Highway 1009 (pt2): Niki Every mile ran with him, led you even closer to eternity.

[goodshipskypirate]

Garl's scar was foreshadowing, a harbinger to his eventual fate. It was the first sign that he wasn't Zale or Valere, the gifted chosen children of Solstice. Garl's entire background was that he was, by all account, ordinary. In most RPGs, he'd fill in the neutral slot with often middling gameplay and story functions, forever outshone by characters with flashier powers, appearances, and personalities.

But Garl didn't want that. He wanted to go be with his super special friends. He wanted to help them in their goals. And importantly, he wanted to prove he was capable and worthy of being in a grand adventure, that an average person could strive to be so much more when they have the drive and fortitude. And with flying colors, Garl did all that, as well as inspiring dozens of people all over the globe.

The world is poorer for having lost Garl.

And this had been something I had dreaded the more I played. His optimism, determination, and kindness meant he was always going to be the heart of the group. But it also meant he was without sin. There's not an ounce of envy, resentment, or betrayal in his bones; a perfect cinnamon roll whom everyone loved.

The type of character who was ripe for sacrifice and all the heart-wrenching emotion that came with it, right down to a red herring fake out where the game makes you think Garl is in danger when the Dweller of Woe nearly kills him (another demonstration of his vulnerability as The Ordinary One.)

I had to sit down and think about this for a bit. There was a part of me dreading that something like this was going to happen. That the one who was going to die, to be the catalyst for all the emotional woe and motivation to get our heroes to the final fight, would hinge on the passing of the purest soul in the game. It's almost comical how kindhearted he was that the only way he could continue was through death. Too good for this sinful Earth. Hell, even Aerith had a trollish spunk to her that purposely counteracted her supposedly "pure" aesthetic.

And I wondered how fair that was. That Garl, whose only fault was that he was too nice, gets to die. Out of all the playable characters, the one who perished was the normal one. And I thought, is that not counterintuitive to what Garl wanted to achieve: to be exceptional and have decades of adventure under his belt? To prove he's not some drag who cannot keep up? To rise above from any ol' village NPC and make a name for himself as someone greater than his humble origins? Why was he denied a long life in favor of the more fanciful characters? Why does a nice boy like him buy the harp farm? Why couldn't this ordinary guy survive till the end as a testimony to his inner strength, to show that someone who doesn't have special powers or extraordinary skills, can still see the sun rising after the final fight.

It feels cruel.

But the thing is, it's not how Garl feels. Because he so embraced life to its fullest from day one, even dying at such a young age did not feel wasteful to him because he set out to achieve everything he ever wanted: he got to help his friends, he got to have adventures and earn respect from everyone around him. His final act is what pushes Zale and Valere to give them the confidence to strive forth and take on Erlina and the Fleshmancer.

To Garl, not a single thing about his purpose was meaningless.

Yeah, I think the game did lack a bit for not diving into the injustice of his death. It's not that the game didn't acknowledge it: Zale and Valere were aghast that their buddy was dying because they know it's not goddamn fair. But there's never any internal dilemma or any vulnerabilities where Garl is allow to admit that he is scared of dying. The game doesn't allow him to sit down and cry.

Maybe Garl is just that cheerful that he readily accepts, but I wouldn't put it past him to maintain a united front for the sake of his friends. Maybe he kept his fears deep inside. It's shitty he has to sacrifice so much of his own emotions and physical well-being for his friends, but to Garl, he knows they are the only ones who can save the world. In-universe, Garl will do anything for the sake of his loved ones.

I've jokingly mentioned a few times how we don't deserve someone like Garl, but that's wrong. That implies humanity is unworthy to have someone so wonderful in their lives. Garl would never want you to feel that way. No, we deserve a Garl in our lives because he represents hope. He is a bright light in a constant wave of darkness, an unwavering being of active positivity. Countless times when people were either down or passive, Garl was the one who lifted them up and told them what they were capable of. He believes so much in everyone.

I can't really say the way his death was arranged and handled plot-wise sat well with me, but for Garl, he was always at peace because he lived.

And maybe that's enough.

[ser3nityst4r]

First Encounter

In the magical realm of Twisted Wonderland, where the impossible became tangible, a small existence that did not belong found themselves transported from their ordinary world. Disoriented and alone, They stumbled through the labyrinthine streets of Night Raven College until they crossed paths with two enigmatic strangers.

Their crimson and navy uniforms stood out amidst the bustling crowd. The older boy, Ace Trappola, possessed an infectious grin and mischievous eyes. His companion, Deuce Spade, exuded an air of quiet determination, his piercing gaze scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

'Huh? You there! No one told me we had a new student.' Ace quipped with a playful smirk. 'Need some guidance?'

Yuu hesitated, their heart pounding with a mix of confusion and curiosity. 'I...I think I'm in the wrong place,' They uttered.

'Wrong place? You've definitely stumbled into the right place,' Deuce countered. 'This is a magic academy in all of Twisted Wonderland. The home of the greatest students and...well, some of the most interesting ones too.'

As they chatted, Yuu learned about the unique world they had been isekai'd into. Twisted Wonderland was a realm where fairy tales and legends collided, and the students of Night Raven College were destined to become heroes or villains. Ace and Deuce, as part of the Heartslabyul dormitory, represented the Red Queen of Hearts.

'You've got potential,' Ace declared with a wink. 'You could be our new adorable mascot.'

Deuce rolled his eyes. 'Don't listen to him. He just wants a fluffy plaything.'

Despite their contrasting personalities, Yuu found themselves drawn to Ace and Deuce's camaraderie. They showed Yuu the ropes of their extraordinary world, guiding them through the intricate corridors of the college and introducing them to the eccentric cast of characters that inhabited it.

As days turned into weeks, Yuu began to feel a sense of belonging in this strange and wonderful realm. They shared stories of their former life with Ace and Deuce, who listened with rapt attention. In turn, they regaled them with tales of their own, of magical duels and perilous adventures.

One fateful day, as the trio ventured into a cave in search of crystals, they were ambushed by a group of grotesque creatures. Ace and Deuce fought valiantly, their magic spells illuminating the darkness. Yuu, with their wits and determination, proved to be an unexpected asset, assisting the boys to their feet and helping them defeat their adversaries.

In that moment, as they stood victorious amidst the scattered remains of their enemies, Yuu realized the true meaning of their isekai. They were not simply an observer in this twisted wonderland, but a participant in its extraordinary tapestry. And with Ace and Deuce by their side, they was ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead, even if it’ll cost them their original home.