#Unfinished novel mystery

[shimaa3434]

Shadows of the Heart: A Romantic Suspense Novel

Emma sat at her desk, her fingers gliding over the keyboard as she reviewed the latest manuscript. The bustling sounds of New York City filtered through her office window, a constant reminder of the fast-paced world outside. Despite her successful career, Emma couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that had settled in her heart.

One afternoon, as she sorted through her mail, a peculiar envelope caught her eye. Unlike the usual correspondence, this one was crafted from fine parchment, sealed with a wax emblem. Intrigued, she carefully opened it to reveal a single page of handwritten prose, filled with evocative descriptions and a sense of deep longing.

Dear Emma, the letter began, I have watched your career from afar and believe you are the only one who can bring my story to life. Enclosed is a fragment of my unfinished novel. If you wish to discover more, meet me at the old oak tree in Pineville this Saturday at noon.

Emma's heart raced with curiosity. Pineville was a quaint town she had visited in her childhood, full of charm and mystery. She felt a spark of excitement she hadn't felt in years. Could this be the romantic journey she had been longing for?

Determined to find out, Emma decided to follow the trail of the mysterious author. Little did she know, this journey would lead her to uncover secrets far beyond her imagination, intertwining her fate with a love story filled with intrigue and danger......

click here To continue the story

[jessepinwheel]

since I actually have time this year I think I'm going to do nanowrimo. it would be nice to actually finish my novel so I can get that off my list of things to do

[tybaltsjuliet]

here's the thing about charles dickens. [discussion of his antisemitism, misogyny, and racism ahead.]

his last, unfinished novel, the mystery of edwin drood, features helena and neville landless, heroic and sympathetic south asian (sri lankan, specifically) characters, and the racism they endure in an english town is relevant to the plot to the point where neville ends up falsely accused of murder. in the wake of the indian rebellion of 1857, dickens applauded the english brutality against "that oriental race," and called for genocide.

fagin is called "the jew" 274 times in the first half of oliver twist. an article in the jewish chronicle asked why "jews alone should be excluded from the 'sympathizing heart' of this great author and powerful friend of the oppressed." at first, dickens dismissed this, and claimed he was just being accurate about london's criminal makeup. but he was moved enough by eliza davis's letters to him on the matter that he halted the printing of the latter half of oliver twist so he could change the text and remove the antisemitic language therein.

dickens was an abolitionist who despised chattel slavery in the united states, and called emancipation a "moral duty." dickens didn't think black americans were intelligent enough to vote, and he wrote an entire character in bleak house who is a joke to be disliked and mocked because she'd rather oversee charity missions to help children in africa than be a proper mother and tend to her own family at home in england.

speaking of one's own family at home in england, dickens smeared his wife, catherine hogarth, publicly so he could justify separating from her and taking up with a younger woman. catherine hogarth was likely mentally ill, likely living with postpartum depression. she was also an author in her own right and loved her family dearly. her reputation never recovered in her lifetime from the claims he made about her. in dickens's novels, time and time again, from nicholas nickleby to david copperfield to our mutual friend to the mystery of edwin drood, men who menace and take advantage of vulnerable women are portrayed as the worst kind of villains, deserving of whatever grisly ends come to them.

charles dickens was both privately and publicly a raging asshole in many ways and the world would be worse off without him, because he wrote for bourgeois, comfortable victorians, the very people who so often failed to "think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys." in the same breath that he calls agnes fleming, who opens oliver twist as an unwed mother dying in a workhouse, "weak and erring," he dares to add that "i do believe that the shade of that poor girl often hovers about that solemn nook-ay, though it is a church." he calculated jo's death to the page in bleak house for maximum effect. but when he wrote of the orphaned crossing-sweeper, "dead, your majesty. dead, my lords and gentlemen. dead, right reverends and wrong reverends of every order. dead, men and women, born with heavenly compassion in your hearts. and dying thus around us every day," people listened.

i dedicated years of my life to reading him and studying him and thinking about him and writing about him and his novels. now, i turn to condemn him; now, i turn to justify him. i wish i had a time machine so i could shake his hand. i wish i had a time machine so i could publicly debate him. i wish i had a time machine so i could break his nose.

charles dickens gives me courage and hope. charles dickens makes me want to tear my goddamn hair out. he is everything i despise and everything i love about the victorian age in one; the term "a man of his time" ought to have been invented for him. the leaps and bounds the victorians made for progress in the public good are only matched in greatness by the extremity of their atrocities against their "fellow-passengers" on this earth. the way we think about nearly every modern social ill can be traced back to the 19th century; the way we think about nearly every modern idea of social justice can be traced back to the 19th century. every last one is writ large and small in dickens's novels. he and his age are the greatest contradictions in human history and that's why i can't shut up about them, ever, even when i am exhausted by them, even when i am inspired by them, even when it was two centuries ago and it shouldn't matter anymore, but it does. it always will.

[vintagerpg]

Anomalous Subsurface Environment takes a novel approach to contending with the inherent irrationality of the dungeon by embracing it. There’s no secret at the center that makes it all suddenly make sense (in part because after two volumes — ASE1, 2011, and ASE2-3, 2012, both print-on-demand — the dungeon remains unfinished, but still, the introduction is pretty clear that there are no revelations to be had).

The dungeon came into existence spontaneously and persists thanks to a maintenance staff of self-created elemental spirits and defies any further explanation. The ASE was discovered in our own cyberpunk future by a megacorp that built large facilities around the ASE to research and extract profit. At some point, an unknown disaster forced the megacorp to seal the complex, trapping staff and resources inside. Fast forward 4,000 years into a retro-future resembling Thundarr the Barbarian, where the detritus of high technology mixes with magic and the ASE is, mysteriously, open for exploration once again. Thus, ASE is both as bizarre as its freeform funhouse ancestors but benefits from the narrative framework of modern megadungeons like Stonehell.

The central implication is that the system of the universe wanted dungeons to exists so badly that it just summoned one into existence, complete with all the silly game logic that had developed over the last 40 years, to see what would happen. The book present the ASE as the product of indomitable will that lacks driving intelligence. This is both brilliant and deeply, deeply weird. Watch out for the cornstalk warriors.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

I found an old unfinished Starstudent fic I made

This was around the early phase of Reborn AU where I only had Dogday and I had a vague understanding of what the critters were supposed to act like

And I think this was supposed to be multiple parts, this is probably the first chapter where I was going to make Kickin fall in love with Bubba

And the rest of the chapters consists of him slowly realizing that and gay panicking while Bubba’s being oblivious to all of it as he makes sure his arm heals correctly

Anyways if you want to read it here you go

Kickin x Bubba

All of the smiling critters are currently busy with certain stuff.

Bobby, Picky, Crafty were drawing on paper, making arts and crafts. Well more like Bobby and Crafty are, Picky seems to just be eating her snacks while watching them by the side. Dogday and Hoppy are playing a game involving a ball, no clue what they’re doing with it, they seem to be playing soccer and then it changes to volleyball next. Catnap is somewhere sleeping in a tree.

“Ughh…” and meanwhile Kickin is sitting on the picnic bench as he watches everyone, bored out of his mind.

He planned on playing with Dogday and Hoppy, but it looked like they were focusing really hard on their match, he didn’t want to interrupt a game between stubborn competitors. Guess they probably made a bet with each other or something.

And sure, drawing with the others would be fun, but he didn’t really feel like getting praised by Crafty after he makes a single line, felt somewhat degrading since she knows drawing isn’t his best asset.

So that just leaves either sitting and sulking the rest of the day, or he hangs out with the other critter who’s also alone… Bubba. He was sitting on the other side of the bench, reading something, probably had something to do with math. He hates the random big numbers and symbols Bubba tried to teach him about.. But anything would be better than sitting and moping.

He leaned in to see what Bubba was reading, it had actual words on it so it can’t be that algebratic or something. He scooted a little closer to him to get a closer look, he could see dialogue and names, one of them was talking about a crime scene and suspects, looks like he was reading a mystery novel, Bubba did mention at one point that he reads those during a sleepover at Dogday’s. And it’s a murder mystery no less, he really is as much of a nerd as he thou—

“Do you need something?” Bubba catches the chicken looking over at him, Kickin gets surprised by the sudden noise, almost falling off the bench. He regains his composure and clears his throat.

“Well I’m checking to see if what you’re reading was cool” He crossed his arms and pulled a grin. Bubba deadpanned him as he raised an eyebrow

“I’m bored.” Kickin immediately confessed,

“Why don’t you go hang out with the others then?” He asks, looking back the page he was on.

“Dogday and Hoppy are too busy playing… whatever it is they’re playing over there” Dogday and Hoppy are now for some reason playing tennis with the ball, how did that happen.

“And I’m not down for accidentally cutting my finger with the scissors.” He leaned his arm on the picnic table, Bubba only replied with a ‘hm’ as he continues to look at the book. Kickin pouts before a lightbulb lit up above him, he can prank Bubba! Great idea, he snickers as he backs off slowly and runs off.

Bubba turned as Kickin went to leave, leaving a sigh of relief as he looks back and flipped through the book.

As time passed, Picky walks over to Bubba. He looks up at her and asks what she wants.

“Bobby and Crafty were wondering if you wanted to join their arts and crafts session” she asked,

“No, thanks but I’ll be fine” Picky nodded and trotted back to the others. Bubba looks at the other two, Dogday and Hoppy are now playing baseball… despite the ball not being baseball sized.

“Hey Bubba~!” He looks over at Kickin, who was smiling mischievously with his hands behind his back, what is he planning?

“…Yes?” Bubba hesitantly asked, dreading what the chicken had in store for him.

“I got you a gift!” He revealed his hidden hands to show a wrapped present. Bubba looked at it suspiciously and then looked up at Kickin who just had that shit-eating-grin.

“No thanks.” He looked away and opened a page. Kickin stands there processing for a few seconds before yelling at Bubba.

“Hey why not!?” Kickin went closer to him,

“I know you did something to it, I’m not gonna humiliate myself for your amusement.” He replied.

“I didn’t do anything to it, promise! Just take it, come on, man!” He was shoving the gift onto Bubba’s face, he finally grabs it, irritated.

“Fine fine. Just stop bothering me.” Kickin’s smile came back as he eagerly watched Bubba open it, he hesitantly unwrapped the ribbons and slowly opened the top. He was then greeted with a party popper hitting him in the face with confetti and the likes. He just stands still annoyed as Kickin was laughing beside him.

“You…” Bubba slowly turned his head to glare at him, but Kickin was too busy laughing his innards out.

“Aw man!… You should’ve seen the look on your face..! HAHA!” He continued to laugh as Bubba just groans, but smiling a little as he watches Kickin get so much laughter out.

Until he sees a ball coming straight for them, his eyes widen and before he can warn Kickin to duck, Kickin gets hit in the arm and loses his balance off the bench, falling on the same arm that got hit. After that, the air was met with Kickin’s pained scream that was so loud, it woke Catnap up. The other critters run over to what happened as Bubba was frozen in shock.

“What happened!?” Picky looked around the whole scene, Crafty stood beside her as she held her hooves over her mouth

“Oh my god, are you okay, Kickin!?” Bobby ran over to Kickin in a state of worry and concern, Hoppy was panicking and holding her ears as she avoided glancing at the others.

“We’re so sorry, Kickin! Me and Hoppy were playing chess boxing and—“

“CHESS BOXING???” Dogday was interrupted with Bobby’s confused yelling at how they even managed to incorporate a ball to chess boxing.

“Chess boxing? Did the ball box Kickin?” Picky lightly chuckled before getting elbowed by Crafty and apologizing.

“AGH I’M— I’m.. swell—…!“ Kickin tried to lie through his teeth, not wanting to look uncool. It doesn’t even hurt that bad! (he’s in pure agony)

“Okay okay! It’s okay Kickin! I have a first aid kit back at my house, I’m gonna quickly grab that and run back here—!” Bubba snapped out of his trance and started to reassure Kickin.

“I think it’d be better to just bring him to your house-” Dogday suggested, lightly fidgeting

“Right right!” Bubba shakes his hands to clear out his nervousness.

“Let me help!” Hoppy yelled out as she try to carry Kickin, but ultimately failing and dropping both of them to the ground,

“HOPPY!!” Bubba and Bobby yelled at the bunny whose ears drooped down.

“Are you trying to give him more injuries!?” Bubba shouted,

“I’m sorry! I’m trying here!!” Hoppy apologized profusely to the others and Kickin who was curling on the floor, clutching his arm, muttering that he’s okay which is not being heard due to everything being loud.

“Guys—“ Dogday tried to calm the critters but got covered up by the constant screaming and yelling full of panic. As the canine tried to speak louder, the critters were all shut up by a a purple long tail wrapping around Kickin and lifted up, lavender suddenly surrounding the air. Catnap walks past the other critters, Kickin in tail, as he stands in front of Bubba. The elephant and the feline stared at each other for a solid second before Bubba figured out that Catnap was waiting for him to go to his house.

“Oh! Thank you, Catnap—!” He quickly ran off with Catnap following, leaving the other critters behind.

“…So can you explain to me how you guys used the ball for chess boxing?” the critters all turned to Picky.

“What!? I have to know!” Picky exclaimed.

Kickin sat on the couch with Bubba who was bandaging his arm. Catnap already left, after making sure that Kickin was okay, he walked out the door, leaving the two alone.

“It’ll heal for about a few weeks, but avoid doing anything dangerous that could damage your arm further” Bubba has calmed down from earlier,

“Jeez, now I’m gonna look uncool…” he groaned as he looked at his cast.

“I think I’m more concerned on how Dogday and Hoppy threw the ball so hard that it broke your arm..” Bubba wondered, scratching his chin “Maybe the two times you fell on the ground contributed to the damage—“

“Bubba—“ Kickin interrupted the elephant’s sudden open thought process, his hand on his face with the other grabbing Bubba’s shoulder. He picked up on Kickin being embarrassed of the whole situation, he didn’t understand why but he didn’t want to upset Kickin for today.

“…Well you could have Crafty draw on it to make it look cooler, if you’re that concerned.” Bubba suggested, Kickin places his hand back down and looked at the elephant

“You’re right, She’d definitely make it look cooler!” He lights up, making Bubba smile.

Their moment was interrupted with knocking at the entrance, Bubba got off the couch and walked to the door, he was greeted with Hoppy and Dogday, their ears wilted and they had a worried expression. Dogday was fidgeting with his fingers, avoiding eye contact, and Hoppy was bouncing her leg as she held onto one of her ears.

“Here for Kickin?” Bubba asked, the two lowered their ears further and nodded,

“Go ahead” he moved to the side and the two ran inside, immediately getting on their knees in front of Kickin as they apologized profusely. Bubba just sighed at the sight, chuckling a little before going to the kitchenp.

“Guys guys- It’s all good-“

“But you got hurt because of us…” Dogday looked at Kickin’s bandaged arm, feeling even more guilty.

“Yeah! And you have a habit of lying about how you’re feeling.” Hoppy exclaimed.

“It’s okay, It didn’t even hurt! (he was in pure agony) And I’m all better now, see?” Kickin shows off his bandaged arm.

“Alright” Dogday sighed, “But you should let us make it up to you at least”

“We’ll break our arms for you! Just say the word!” Hoppy shows off her arm while holding on it.

“Haha!… Don’t let us do that—!” Dogday nervously laughs, looking at Kickin with pleading eyes.

“Hm… I’ll think about it” Kickin gives Dogday that smug look, making the canine sweat anxiously with Hoppy looking determined beside him.

“Haha I’m kidding, I’m just joking!” Kickin laughs as Dogday let out a sigh of relief. “Though can you guys tell me what you two were doing earlier? I’ve been wondering what that was“ he asked.

“Oh that? That was uh…” Dogday taps his chin, acting as if he forgot what the point of that was.

“To be honest, I don’t remember why we did all that in the first place.” Hoppy chuckled, scratching the back of her head

“I recall it had something to do with a floating circle guy…”

“…What-?”

And that’s all of it

… I dont know either

[whorejolras]

as promised: jess' les amis fanfic rec list ✨

this is mainly e/r, a little bit of e/r/c and a few courferre

This is just the stuff that was in my bookmarks on ao3 when I started writing this post (months ago lol sorry it took so long). Going through I was shocked to see so many of my faves weren't actually bookmarked so I will for sure do a part two when I find them again, and have also added heaps of new fics to my bookmarks since then, but for now 25 fics is enough 😂

many of these will be rated E and will have sexual content, some are straight up pwp ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ok first is my ultimate fave that isn't even on ao3 anymore, but thankfully is on the authors tumblr, and that's:

Gnomon by luchia

50-80k words (?) (bc it's not on ao3 i'm estimating)

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

terrorist/assassin Enjolras my beloved ever. My fave are the "charming young man capable of being terrible" fics obviously. This one is my #1 e/r like in my head this is it's own canon. & this series has my fave e/r smut scenes ever. I still daydream about a Gnomon tv show...

- trigger warnings bc it's not on ao3 so doesn't have tags: murder, gun and knife violence, bombs, conversations about the deaths of children. this is not healthy relationship fluff but it makes for a 🥵 dynamic that's for damn sure.

also linking the rest of the series which is up on ao3 still, even though it is officially abandoned and unfinished - i am going to break my ultimate rule right off the bat and link an unfinished series bc I like it so much.

stupid terrorist boys by luchia

series, 5 works

200k words

rating: M and E

here we have gnomon's prequels, two sequels, and some one shots in between 🫶🏻

if you're here for kinky pwp Senselessly Happy and Unsuspecting could be good stand-alone (but it's better when reading in order). I would say read Gnomon first on tumblr then read the rest in order on ao3.

Silence Is the Speech of Love by lady_ragnell

50k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire, background Courfeyrac/Marius/Cosette

Enjolras is cursed for speaking out against the gods, Grantaire is there for him.

will I ever shut up about this fic? Never. fave fave fave. the world building, the mythological/religious system, the writing, the "I love you" "I don't think you do, actually" scene URGH!!!! I think of this fic every time i hear chopsticks. Everything happening with courf/marius/cosette, and the genius inclusion of social worker Fantine my beloved. This is one of those "could be it's own novel" fics.

and the sequel from Enjolras' pov 😭 - Left Unsaid

World Ain't Ready by idiopathicsmile

185k words

rating: T

Enjolras/Grantaire

yes it's the top fic yes everyone probably knows it but it's good for a reason. THE fake dating high school au fic that I broke all my rules for back in 2015. I refused to read unfinished fics, let alone T rated high school fics, yet I remember waiting for the updates for this one as it came out, messaging mutuals on the day the last chapter was released. and every time I reread I remember why. Brilliantly written, the pining, the angst, the miscommunications. All the Joly and Bossuet scenes.

honourable mention to the scene where Joly is so excited for the battle of the bands, then next scene starts with "I think it's more of a sitting night today" the realest simple yet most gut punching illustration of chronic pain that gets my ass every time.

Lovesickness by idiopathicsmile

11k words

rating: T

Enjolras/Grantaire, Joly/Bossuet/Musichetta

(we're gonna see a fair bit of idiopathicsmile on here)

this is one of my absolute favourites. not only bc I quote "hit by a truck full of shirts" all the time. a Joly pov fic!!!!!! my beloved!!!!! I'm a BIG JBM fan (they are essential to me when I'm writing grantaire) and love fics that stay true to his friendship with Joly and Bossuet. also I love when Enjolras is a giant dumbass who thinks his feelings for Grantaire is a mystery illness 😂

Still the Same by The Librarina (tears_of_nienna)

74k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

ok ok ok. listen. Yes. in this fic, Enjolras IS an fbi agent... and u know i'm the first and last to scream acab always...

that being said this is fully still one of my fave e/r/c fics. Enjolras and Combeferre are married & Enjolras needs to work with art thief Grantaire (fave) on a case. also that one bit at the end when Grantaire *redacted* 👀🫣

cupbearer by illuminate*

*this one is locked, you need an account to view

series, 4 works

124k words total

ratings: T, M & E

Enjolras/Grantaire

this series!!!!!! VAMPIRE ENJOLRAS!!!! thrall Grantaire!!!! canon era AND modern au! REINCARNATION!!!! i'm eeeeaaaaattiiiing 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

More Than Just a Game by ecaitlin

36k words

rating: E

Courfeyrac/Combeferre

Fake dating courferre 😭 this one is so good for the desert scene alone 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 one of my fave courferre fics

Good Intentions by ecaitlin

95k words

rating: E

Courfeyrac/Combeferre, background Marius/Cosette, Joly/Bossuet, Bahorel/Feuilly, and Enjolras/Grantaire ofc

THE les amis hogwarts au. 95k of Courfeyrac pov is always a treat for the system. in their last year at hogwarts, Courfeyrac decides to play matchmaker for all his friends. shenanigans!!!! fuck jkr, but whenever I wanna reread harry potter again I read this fic 🫶🏻 fave courferre ever, and also fave background e/r

if you remembered me by nightswatch*

*this one is locked, you need an account to view

40k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire

one thing about me is I love an amnesia fic! Enjolras loses his memory and Grantaire helps him recover 👀 this one's for the hurt/comfort and miscommunication/not being upfront about shit fans. also there's some past Grantaire/Combeferre and i'm always a fan

Beautiful Music Together by lady_ragnell

31k words

rating: E

Courfeyrac/Marius/Cosette

a rare Courf/Marius/Cosette fic for your palette. established Marius/Cosette need a little help from their good friend Courf with their sex life 👀 while the three of them also work on a musical assignment together 😭 prequel to You Dance Dreams kinda 👀

You Dance Dreams by lady_ragnell

61k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

(you can tell when i've found a writer who has a fair few fics and just gone nuts lol, lots of lady_ragnell too)

BALLET AU I LOVE YOU!!!!!! so set in the same universe as Beautiful Music Together, Combeferre ropes everyone into working on his opera, a Midsummer Night's Dream sequel. Grantaire dances as Puck alongside Enjolras singing as Oberon 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

In Defiance of all Geometry by idopathicsmile

51k words

rating: T

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

this is a top fave E/R/C fic and a top fave les amis fic of all time! Them living in a co-op and all the little details of how they make it work is sooooo real and anyone who wants to see accurately written community organising in les amis fic it's here! now for the ✨romance✨ - Grantaire moves in to the amis co-op and starts crushing on both Enjolras and Combeferre, who have both been pining for each other for years.

Years Since It's Been Clear by lady_ragnell

10k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

Enjolras offers his spare room to grantaire - or the one where enjolras chases the sun across the living room floor like a cat. That image has lived rent free in my head for and I am not exaggerating here, 10 years.

Gonna need (a spark to ignite) by FinditAgain*

*this one is locked, you need an account to view

47k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire/Combeferre

soulmate au! soulmate au with E/R/C!!!!!!! enjolras and combeferre are soulmates who lost their bond as children. when combeferre and enjolras find each other as adults, enjolras is already in an established relationship with grantaire 👀👀👀

secret agent man by goshemily

30k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

yes another cop one haha 😭 bc if ur not able to contradict urself with the media u like are u even a person? but also I wouldn't recommend if it wasn't a good read for the stairs scene alone 😅 Enjolras and Grantaire need to go undercover as a married couple in a small town.

Leaves in the Void by myrmidryad

16k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire

this is one i've found since rejoining tumblr late last year that 😭 fully broke my heart bro 😭 space au, enjolras writes letters to everyone when he's accidentally isolated on a ship for what to him was eight and half months but was two hours for everyone else.

Blame Delicate Artemis by hyenateeth

22k words

rating: E

femslash Enjolras/Grantaire

posting omegaverse on main? more likely than you think!

this is porn with a tiny bit of plot, but also one of my fave for femslash e/r and also..... girl dick. that's all.

omega enjolras alpha grantaire canon era lesbians.

that's enough description to find its right audience I feel

Eyes to Serve, Hands to Learn by myrmidryad

94k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

Grantaire runs into Enjolras at a kink club. enter 94,000 words of bdsm porn and pining. mostly dom Enjolras and submissive Grantaire, mostly.

Never Be Satisfied by torakowalski

15k words

rating: E

femslash Enjolras/Grantaire

dental dam mention! win!

Grantaire gives Enjolras some advice, lends some toys, and then offers some hands on help when she learns Enjolras has never come before 😏

potentially lovely, perpetually human by myrmidryad

20k words

not rated, does contain smut

Enjolras/Grantaire

lots of myrmidryad here too lol

two of my favourite tropes here. 1: supernatural Enjolras who's in control of his abilities except when it comes to Grantaire (see cupbearer series) and 2: nonbinary Grantaire my beloved!!! Enjolras has psychic empathy triggered by physical touch, so he refuses to touch anyone: until his touch starved ass accidentally touches Grantaire and feels what they're feeling 🥹

Witchboy by tothewillofthepeople

series, 8 works

84k words

rating: T, M

Enjolras/Grantaire

this one is a more recent recommendation that I loved, the world building and magic is so good, there's some great background eposette and patron minette which I'm always a fan of.

i'm not the moon (i'm not even a star) by serinesaccade

40k words

rating: M

Enjolras/Grantaire

amnesia fic and fake dating 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 this time we've got Grantaire losing his memories and waking up in a world where he has a really hot boyfriend, but apparently his 1.5 year relationship with Enjolras isn't what it seems 👀

and let's round this out with a classic

Thirty-Two Times by Ark

7k words

rating: E

Enjolras/Grantaire

the bottom R canon era bible 🙏🏻

i'm sorry i feel like my emoji use is very millennial. jsyk 👌🏻 is me clicking with my nails ok bye 😘

if you want more i'm whorejolras on ao3 go nuts 🙌🏻

[lost-in-lamentation]

💌💋 - love letter, first kiss.

satan × gen!reader. fluff.

warnings: very brief angry satan.

content: you've accidentally read satan's unfinished love letter to you.

back to the 500 follower event: here.

the sound of a bell rang distantly in your ears. you looked up from your notes with a frown, locking eyes with satan as he cast you a confused look. “MC, don’t you have devildom law in your last block?” 

“ah, the study block is done already?” you flipped your d.d.d. over, taking a look at the time. “this class is going to kill me. the more he talks, the less i feel like i know,” you sighed. hastily, you gathered your papers from the table, sliding them into your folder. “pass me my textbook?” 

satan leaned forward in his chair, gathering the textbook and the papers underneath it before placing them in your hands. “that teacher was always difficult,” the blond mused while he leaned back again. “if you need help with that class, just ask me. i’ll help you through it.”

your eyes lit up at the idea. “yes please.” satan didn’t expect you to say yes so easily; his eyes flickered with surprise and the tips of his ears turned pink at your eagerness. “you don’t have class this period, right? will you just stay here?” 

“most likely. this library is always more peaceful than the study at home.”

“then, can i come back here and meet you after my class?” satan replied with a nod and a dismissive wave, shooing you away before you ended up late for law class. 

you barely made it in time, sprinting up to the doorway just as the second bell echoed through the halls. exhaling in relief, you plopped down into your chair and settled your bag at your feet. however, your relief was short-lived. the teacher had begun handing out a surprise test, much to your dismay. but another part of you was glad you didn’t have to listen to another lecture today. by the time you finished your test, more than half of class time had passed. with nothing else to do other than watch the clock tick by, you pulled your notes out of your bag, deciding to double check that your answers for the test would suffice. 

when you opened your textbook, an unfamiliar piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. you blinked at it, confused. quietly, you shifted your chair backwards just enough to reach under the desk, swiping it off the ground before straightening back up. with a curious gaze, you unfolded it, the mysterious content revealing itself to you.

My dearest MC. My dearest, MC. 

I’ve spent a long time thinking about how I might tell you these things. I considered over a phone call first, thinking that my voice would get my intentions across. But then it occurred to me that if I wanted you to hear my voice, then I should tell you in person. And I realised further that I might not be brave enough to tell you these things face to face just yet. So, I thought maybe just texting you would be the way to go. It was my main plan for some time, until I saw a character in Levi’s anime reject a confession through text because it wasn’t “genuine”. I ended up stumped. At least, until I came across the idea of a love letter in a novel of mine. And so, I’m writing this love letter to you in the hopes that you’ll accept it; accept me. Ever since you’ve come to the Devildom, you’ve taught me more than any teacher, any novel or any tome ever could. Not only have you taught me practical skills, but you’ve also taught me so much emotionally, and that means more to me than anything. For anyone to brave me, the embodiment of wrath, it felt impossible. But you came in, albeit not as quietly as I would have expected a normal human to come in, and tore down the walls I hid myself in. MC, were it not for you, my relationship with my brothers would have taken much longer to improve. I am still learning how to deal with them, and how to deal with my anger, but you taught me that I am more than my anger, and that I am more than the creature that split from Lucifer. First and foremost, I need to say thank you. For being the human that you are. Though you can be chaotic, reckless, and a bit overwhelming at times, I cannot imagine a life without you in it. You’ve weaved yourself a place with me; with everyone. And now that I’ve had you for so long, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. MC, there are a lot more things I’d like to say. But considering what kind of a letter this is, I have to at least say it once. I

the unsigned letter cut off abruptly. at some point, tears had pooled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over onto the paper, where a name should have been left. it was no mystery as to who wrote the letter; he had most likely slid it into your textbook by accident while he was trying to help you collect your papers. suddenly, the bell rang loudly, signalling the end of class. you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, throwing all your belongings into your bag and keeping only the letter in hand as you dashed down the hallways. halfway to the library, you saw satan peering into an empty classroom, expression rather frantic for someone who didn’t have any classes left for the day.

“satan!” you called out to him, sliding to a stop just in front of him. 

“MC?” the demon shifted to face you. panic was etched into his gaze, and he had to take a quick breath to calm himself before speaking again. “i’m just looking for something right now, i can meet you in the library after i’ve-”

“is it this?” the letter swayed as you held it out to him, the words clearly visible in it’s unfolded state. 

satan acted fast, tearing it from your grasp as his expression changed into something that looked like fear. “where did you get this?” his voice was low, question sounding more like a demand. 

“it was in my textbook,” you said as you struggled to catch your breath. “i think you might have put it in there by accident when you were helping me pack up earlier-”

the avatar of wrath turned away from you. “go home,” he snapped, crumpling the letter into a ball. 

you took a careful step towards him. “what?”

“i said, go home.” satan trembled ever so slightly, his knuckles white as he dug his nails into his palms. “forget what you read, and don’t ever bring it up to me.”

“wait a minute, let’s talk about this.” you pleaded gently, but satan was stubborn. 

without warning, his horns manifested from his head, and his tail became known as it whipped against the floor with a loud crack. “i’ve already embarrassed myself enough by letting you read something that was never supposed to be read by you. i don’t need you to reject me along with it.” he glared at you from over his shoulder, eyes glinting with anger, fear, and for a split second, sorrow. “get out of my sight.” 

“would you just-!” satan began stalking away, but you refused to let this, or him, go. you lunged forward, your hand catching his wrist just before he got too far. satan attempted to pull his arm free, jerking it towards himself, but you held strong. you stumbled towards him, causing you to use his body as a pillow instead of smashing directly into the wall. “just listen to me!” you shouted now, glad that hallways were vacated of students at this time of day. 

“why should i?!” his voice continued to grow louder as he took a step backwards.

“because i’m not going to reject you!” finally, satan held his tongue. his eyes flashed with doubt, but for a fraction of a second, there was hope as well. “satan,” you breathed his name softly, loosening your grip on his wrist. slowly, you slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his. “i really, really liked what you wrote.” you watched as his stare fell to your joined hands. “i wanted to ask about the letter because it wasn’t finished. i…” heat rushed to your cheeks now that you were realising what kind of conversation this was becoming. at some point, your heart had jumped up into your throat, beating so loud that you wondered if satan could hear it. “i want to know how the letter ends.”

the storm that raged in his gaze steadily calmed, clearing into the sea of emerald that you knew so well. “you do?” for once, satan spoke meekly. wrath was gone, replaced instead with a demon who had yet to find his place in this world. 

“i do.” little by little, your free hand inched up to his face, hovering just below his chin. when satan made no move to push you away, you took the leap, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his cheek. “how does the letter end?” 

satan made a choked sound. the way you treated him so gently was something he could never have imagined for himself. for someone like him, love was just a construct; it was an idea, meant to never fully appear in his lifetime. but here you were anyway, waiting to hear those three words that satan thought he would never get to say. “it ends with…” satan stopped to see your reaction, trying to make sure you weren’t doing this just to get him to calm down. but you remained steadfast, waiting until he was ready. “i love you.” the words tumbled out, the simple phrase stirring a barrage of emotions inside his already troubled soul. 

“you know, if i wrote a letter to you, i’d end my letter with the same thing.” 

“you would?”

“i would.” 

satan stepped closer to you, his face close enough to yours that his breath fanned across your cheeks. he released a shaky breath, fingers tightening around you as he tried to process everything he was feeling. 

“satan?” he didn’t say anything in return. instead, he cast you an expectant look; one made up of both fear and wonder. “i love you too.”

the tears fell silently, cascading down his cheeks and onto your hands. tenderly, you pulled his face even closer, smiling at him as you placed a kiss just below his eye. satan shuddered at the action, but he refused to move away. you did the same on the other side of his face, catching his teardrops before they fell to the floor. and when they stopped appearing, you leaned towards him again, lips slotting over his. 

satan all but melted into you, affection as strong as his wrath beginning to sweep through him. your lips against his felt both like a tidal wave and an undisturbed lake. your love felt unconditional, unending. and although the situation was a bit chaotic, reckless, and just a bit overwhelming, satan wouldn’t trade it for anything else. 

a/n: pls someone get the reference in the love letter pls pls

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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Agatha Christie Books in Order.

Hercule Poirot Books

Hercule Poirot Collections

Miss Marple Books

Miss Marple Collections

Tommy and Tuppence Books

Tommy and Tuppence Collections

Superintendent Battle Books

Standalone Novels

Short Story Collections

Non-Fiction Books

Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot books in order

Here are the names of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot books in order. It will help you start with your reading while ensuring the best experience.

The Mysterious Affair at Styles (1920)    

The Murder on the Links (1923)     

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (1926)      

The Big Four (1927)    

The Mystery of the Blue Train (1928)     

Peril at End House (1932)     

Lord Edgware Dies (1933)    

Murder on the Orient Express (1934)      

Three Act Tragedy (1935)    

Death in the Clouds (1935)   

The A.B.C. Murders (1936)   

Murder in Mesopotamia (1936)      

Cards on the Table (1936)    

Dumb Witness (1937)  

Death on the Nile (1937)      

Appointment with Death (1938)    

Hercule Poirot’s Christmas (1938)  

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe (1940)

Sad Cypress (1940)     

Evil Under the Sun (1941)    

Five Little Pigs (1942)  

The Hollow (1946)      

Taken at the Flood (1948)    

Mrs. McGinty’s Dead (1952)  

After the Funeral (1953)      

Hickory Dickory Dock (1955)

Dead Man’s Folly (1956)       

Cat Among the Pigeons (1959)      

The Clocks (1963)       

Third Girl (1966)

Hallowe’en Party (1969)       

Elephants Can Remember (1972)  

Curtain (1975)      

The Monogram Murders (2014)

Agatha Christie Hercule Poirot Collections in Order

Poirot Investigates (1924)    

Murder in the Mews (1937)

The Labours of Hercules (1947)

Poirot’s Early Cases (1974)

Agatha Christie Miss Marple Books in Order

Here is the list of Agatha Christie’s books in order based on their publication date.

The Murder at the Vicarage (1930)

The Body in the Library (1942)      

The Moving Finger (1942)    

A Murder is Announced (1950)      

They Do It with Mirrors (1952)      

A Pocket Full of Rye (1953)  

4:50 From Paddington (1957)       

The Mirror Crack’d (1962)    

A Caribbean Mystery (1964)

At Bertram’s Hotel (1965)    

Nemesis (1971) 

Sleeping Murder (1976)

Agatha Christie Miss Marple Collection in Order

The Thirteen Problems (1932)       

Miss Marple’s Final Cases (1979)

Agatha Christie’s Tommy and Tuppence Books in Order

Here’s the list of Agatha Christie Tommy and Tuppence Books in Order

The Secret Adversary (1922)

N or M? (1941)  

By the Pricking of My Thumbs (1968)     

Postern of Fate (1973)

Agatha Christie’s Tommy and Tuppence Collections in Order

Partners in Crime (1929)

Agatha Christie’s Superintendent Battle Books in Order

Here’s the list of Agatha Christie Superintendent Battle Books in Order

The Secret of Chimneys (1925)      

The Seven Dials Mystery (1929)   

Cards on the Table (1936)    

Murder is Easy (1939)

Towards Zero (1944)

Agatha Christie’s Standalone Novels in Order

Here’s the list of Agatha Christie Standalone Novels in Order

The Man in the Brown Suit (1924)  

Giant’s Bread (1930)   

The Sittaford Mystery (1931)

Unfinished Portrait (1934)    

Why Didn’t They Ask Evans? (1934)       

And Then There Were None (1939)

Absent in the Spring (1944)  

Death Comes as the End (1944)    

Sparkling Cyanide (1945)     

The Rose and the Yew Tree (1948)

Crooked House (1949)

They Came to Baghdad (1951)      

A Daughter’s a Daughter (1952)    

Destination Unknown (1954)

The Burden (1956)      

Ordeal by Innocence (1958)

The Pale Horse (1961)

Endless Night (1967)   

13 at Dinner (1969)    

Passenger to Frankfurt (1970)       

The Murder at Hazelmoor (1984)

Agatha Christie’s Short Story Collections in Order

Here’s the list of Agatha Christie Short Story Collections in Order

The Mysterious Mr. Quin (1930)    

The Hound of Death (1933)  

The Listerdale Mystery (1934)       

Parker Pyne Investigates (1934)    

The Regetta Mystery and Other Stories (1939)

The Witness for the Prosecution and Other Stories (1948)  

Three Blind Mice and Other Stories (1950)      

The Under Dog and Other Stories (1951)

The Adventure of the Christmas Pudding (1960)       

Double Sin and Other Stories (1961)      

Star Over Bethlehem and Other Stories (1965)

The Golden Ball and Other Stories (1974)

The problem at Pollensa Bay and Other Stories (1991)    

The Harlequin Tea Set (1997)       

While the Light Lasts and Other Stories (1997)

Agatha Christie’s Non-Fiction Books in Order

Here’s the list of Agatha Christie Non-Fiction Books in Order

Come, Tell Me How You Live (1946)       

Agatha Christie: An Autobiography (1977)

Top 10 Agatha Christie Books to Read

Given the number of books in the Agatha Christie series, readers generally hesitate to begin. Further, to understand the series well, one needs to read Agatha Christie’s novels in order. To ease things, the readers generally look for the best novels or books to read them directly and avoid all the hassle. So here are the top 10 Agatha Christie novels that will offer you the best mystery story reading experience.

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Genuine storylines from episodes of The Real Ghostbusters and Extreme Ghostbusters (final round of insanity):

Ray discovers Manhattan Island is held up on a rotating pole, which is now causing earthquakes because ghosts have stopped it being lubed up.

The ghost of a jazz musician manipulates time by playing "When the Saints Go Marching In" on the trumpet.

The spirits of Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson and James Moriarty, plus a nasty looking Hound, manifest due to collective belief.

The Busters get hold of the shears used by the Fates of Greek myth to end the lives of mortal men.

Actual Cenobites come out of a book and start mutilating people.

The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is released three times. Once he goes on the rampage, once he hosts a convention, and once they use him as a mascot for a commercial.

Winston has to solve the plot of an unfinished murder mystery novel while manifestations of its hideous cast of characters menace the team.

An elemental spirit infects a television set and starts showing the future.

A demon breaks out of a statue and starts stealing people's eyes (it keeps them in its mouth).

Cartoon/comicbook characters come to life, I don't know, four times?

The guys accidentally wager their souls on a gameshow run by a demon in a snappy tux.

They adopt a baby ghost while they try to find her ghost parents who will take her back to her ghost dimension.

Teenage Phantom Surfer Lizards

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Lost and Found

Eren Jaeger x Female Reader

Chapter III: Reflection

Chapter summary: The day your lives intertwined, it rained. Now, Eren tries to deal with the storm his choices left behind him.

Words: 8k

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

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11 years ago

Math was so freaking annoying. What good did it ever do someone, anyway? Eren couldn’t understand it. Well, that was mostly because his mind was always preoccupied with something else, more precisely with how much he wanted to play his guitar when he got home, but still, it was so hard, and for what?

Sighing, he put the pen next to his notebook, rested his elbows on his desk, and leaned his head on his hands. Detention was a freaking bust today. He’d been there everyday for a week because he got into yet another fight with Jean - this time during gym practice. They had this love-hate relationship that seemed to bring a lot of headaches for their gym teacher because they’d always stir up trouble during class. Who could jump the highest? Instant competition. Who was going to be the captain of the volleyball team? Eren and Jean would fight it out. It was a tale as old as time, and everyone was fed up with it.

But it seemed that Jean was the luckier of the two, because the bastard caught a cold and couldn’t attend school for the rest of the week. It so wasn’t fair, because to top it all off, the teacher in detention was none other than old, grumpy Mr. Rogers, who always made sure to keep students in detention busy with their unfinished homework. So now, as he counted how many tiles the floor consisted of while old Mr. Rogers read the morning newspaper, Eren wasn’t expecting anything interesting to happen on this boring, rainy day. That was, until you walked into the room, with your heavy backpack on and some books under your arm. Eren lifted his head, watching as you apologized to Mr. Rogers for being late, then stumbled awkwardly before finding your seat on the other side of the room. He was surprised to see you there to say the least. You weren’t one to instigate trouble or run from class, you had good grades as far as he knew, and you mostly kept to yourself. So, you being in the same room as him right now was a mystery to Eren.

If he had to be honest, you as a whole were an enigma to him. He couldn’t recall if you’d ever spoken to each other in all the years you’d shared the same classes, but he did know one thing about you.. you sure were pretty. He couldn’t count the numerous times when he’d stolen furtive glances at you while you were engrossed in your books, quickly averting his gaze whenever you would lift your head up. But that was it. He’d thought you were too introverted and perhaps not too receptive to the idea of being friends with someone, well.. as outspoken as him. However, seeing you in detention today sparked a sense of curiosity within the green-eyed boy.

“Jaeger,” Mr. Rogers’ grumpy voice echoed through the classroom, “did I instruct you to stop doing your homework?”

Eren rolled his eyes, redirecting his attention back to the equations written inside his notebook. But Eren’s curiosity was something he wasn’t adept at suppressing. He couldn’t help himself from stealing occasional glances in your direction, noticing the tiny smiles that appeared on your face as you read your novel. It piqued his interest even more, and he found himself wondering what could possible be making you smile while in detention. It was so pretty, your smile.. so gentle, yet radiant, with a hint of mischief in your eyes. It held a captivating charm that drove Eren to want to see it shine fully.

The rain was pouring down outside, and the sound of it tapping against the window of the classroom was enough to put almost anyone to sleep. As Eren took notice of the raindrops and how they danced across the window glass, he noticed that the monotony of their sound seemed to have lulled Mr. Rogers into a deep slumber, the newspaper now resting against his chest. His quiet snores synchronised with the rain’s rhythm, and the sight instantly formed an idea inside Eren’s brain. But to make it more fun, he needed an accomplice.

Looking back at you, he mustered the courage to approach you and quietly stood up before moving closer to your desk. You didn’t notice him until he was just centimeters away, your attention still on the lines written inside your book.

“Hey,” he said, his voice slightly shaky, “what book are you reading?”

You looked up at him, with your doe eyes going wide, visibly not expecting anyone to approach you.

“Oh, uhm,” you nervously removed a strand of hair behind your ear, “just this novel I’ve been meaning to read.”

There was a hint of shyness in your reply that made you look even cuter in Eren’s eyes. He smiled at you, relieved that he wasn’t brushed off. “Mind if I join you? Detention can be pretty boring, and I could sure use a distraction.”

You met his gaze with some hesitation in your eyes, but something about his warm smile and friendly demeanor put you at ease. With a nod, you scooted over to make room for him to sit next to you. When he did, his focus moved between you and the sleeping teacher, making sure he was still in his previous position, then back on you.

“So,” he nodded towards the book on your desk, “what’s it about?”

You couldn't help but feel a tinge of pink coloring your cheeks as you turned to face him.

“Well, interestingly enough,”, you began, voice quiet as you tried not to wake up Mr. Rogers, “it’s called “Melodies of the Rain.” It’s a love story set in a small town during a rainy season. The rain plays a significant role in the story, symbolizing both the challenges and the beauty of the character’s love for each other.”

Not expecting a boy of Eren’s age to be interested in a romance novel, you genuinely thought he’d laugh or brush it off as girl’s stuff. So, when you saw his big eyes sparkle with curiosity, you were more than surprised.

“Sounds interesting. I think weather can really influence the tone of a story, or a song. Do you have a favorite character or moment so far?”

His genuine interest caught you off guard for a moment, but you quickly found your words. "Well, there's this scene where the two main characters meet for the first time in the rain. It's a special moment that brings them together and sparks their love story. It's really something."

Eren nodded, keeping his eyes on you. "That does sound like something special for a first meeting. It's cool how a little rain can make everything feel.. well, magical."

Noticing how his eyes shifted to the rain outside, you felt a flutter inside your chest. You loved when it rained. "Exactly," you agreed. "The rain becomes almost like a character itself, shaping their journey and adding depth to it."

Eren looked back at you as his smile widened, leaning a bit closer, “Like it knows their story and adds its own touch of magic to it.”

You smiled. It was rare to find someone who appreciated the nuances of a story like you did. “Yes,” you said, unable to hide your enthusiasm, “that’s right.”

There was this shared moment between the two of you, with his eyes locked onto yours, that made your heart race a little bit faster. His eyes were.. well, they were trouble all right. But yet so, so beautiful. A colour you’d never seen before on another person. With an unique blend of deep green and hints of blue, they looked almost unreal, drawing you in with their intensity.

“Uhm,” he cleared his throat, moving a bit away from your face. You could swear you saw a hint of redness on his cheeks, “You know, I’d like to borrow it sometime. When you finish it, of course.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, “Sure, I’d be happy to lend it to you. To be honest, I didn’t expect you to be interested in it.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Really? Why?”

“Well..”, you spent a moment to choose your words, “I don’t suppose a lot of boys would be interested in a story like this.”

Eren thought about what you said for a second, then nodded, “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I really do like the idea, though. But anyway..” he swivelled his chair in your direction so he could face you fully, “speaking of expectations.. I didn’t expect to see you here. Like, ever.”

His remark caught you off guard. “Really?”

The boy shrugged his shoulders, “You don’t strike me as the troublemaking type.”

He was right about that. Breaking the rules was never really your thing. “I guess that’s true.”

“Well, then.. why’re you here?”

Your cheeks flushed, and you hesitated for a moment before responding, “It’s.. embarrassing.”

Eren chortled, “Believe me, I’ve been in more embarrassing situations than none embarrassing ones. If there’s a person you can tell, it’s definitely me.”

His smile was reassuring, and you felt a sense of comfort in his presence, so that was enough to muster the courage and confide in him.

“I’ve spent the last couple of nights reading this book and today.. I accidentally fell asleep in his class.” You gestured towards the slumbering teacher on the other side of the room, and Eren followed your gaze.

He shook his head, letting out a low laugh, “He sent you here for just falling asleep?”

“Well.. not exactly. After I apologized profusely, he still decided to put me in front of the entire class and told me to teach the lesson. I said I couldn’t, everyone laughed, and after that he sent me here.”

Eren stared at you for a few seconds, his eyes wide, too dumbfounded by what you just told him. A flicker of anger crossed his features, and you could see his jaw tense slightly. “Yup, that cemented it. Rogers is the biggest asshole to ever exist.”

Feeling a twinge of guilt, you interjected, “Well, it was kinda my fault-“

Eren’s expression hardened, his voice firm as he cut you off, “You apologized. He could’ve at least warned you instead of trying to embarrass you like that. Especially when it was his class that made you fall asleep in the first place.”

You chuckled at his last sentence. It was truly impressing how passionate and determined he was in his opinion.

“Some teachers like to exert their authority I guess.”

But Eren wasn’t gonna let that slide.

You saw his forest greens flicker towards Mr. Rogers’ desk. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he noticed a key lying on top of it.

“Hearing what you just told me really takes away any guilt about what I'm about to do."

“Huh?” You brought your eyebrows together in confusion.

Eren stared at Mr. Rogers’ desk for a few more moments, then turned to you excitedly.

“Okay, listen,” he whispered, “I know it might sound crazy, but let’s ditch this?”

Your confusion intensified. “What? Detention?”

Eren didn’t say anything, but with the devilish smile he had on his face, there was no need to.

“But he’ll probably get us suspended.”

The boy leaned close to you, a bit too close, and the proximity drove you to take a sharp breath in.

“I think it’ll be worth it.”

You didn’t know if you were getting hypnotised by his eyes or his voice, but from Eren’s mouth, the idea didn’t sound that bad.

“..Okay” your voice sounded like you were still contemplating it, “What do you have in mind?”

Eren leaned all the way to your ear, gently removing a strand of your hair so you could hear him better, a move that spread goosebumps over your skin. After whispering a few sentences of his master plan, he leaned back on his chair, looking at you expectantly. You couldn’t believe you were doing this.

“Okay.”

Eren flashed you his pearly whites, and you caught yourself blushing again. He truly had a beautiful smile.

Quietly gathering your belongings, you watched as the green eyed boy stood up from his seat, and with a swift and calculated move approached Mr. Rogers’ desk, still careful not to make any noise. He glanced at the sleeping teacher, taking one final step towards his objective, when a loud creak filled the room. You gasped, maybe a little too loud, and Eren turned around with his finger in front of his mouth, silently shushing you. Bracing himself, he slowly turned to see if Mr. Rogers’ had moved, but all he was greeted with were his loud snores. Smiling to himself, he quickly grabbed the key from the desk, and you took it as a sign to start moving.

Tippy toeing to the classroom door, you gave Eren a quick look as he silently put his books inside his bag, gesturing for you to open the door. Gulping, your eyes went to the sleeping Mr. Rogers, his face grumpy even when in deep slumber. This was it. Now or never.

As you opened the classroom door, Eren quickly moved behind you, holding the key in his hand. With a mischievous grin, he carefully locked the door from the outside, ensuring that Mr. Rogers would stay right where he was. Your heart was pumping so fast, you were sure Eren was bound to hear it. You’d never done anything like this before, but watching his reassuring eyes as he grabbed you by the hand and led you through the school corridors, you knew everything was going to be okay.

The rain poured down outside, but you barely noticed as you and Eren made your way to the school's back exit. As you stood in front of the door, hand in hand, Eren shared one last look with you, “You ready?”

In that moment, you felt no hesitation. Nodding, you squeezed his hand, and the green eyed boy needed no further confirmation.

Eren’s grin never left his face as he pushed the door open, and you both burst through it, stepping out into the torrential downpour. The rain instantly drenched you, soaking your clothes and hair within seconds. Laughing uncontrollably, you both sprinted across the school grounds, the sound of your footsteps blending with the pitter-patter of raindrops. The sound of the rain hitting the ground seemed to drown out the thoughts of consequences and potential trouble that were creeping into your mind before. Eren's infectious excitement was contagious, and you couldn't help but get caught up in the thrill of the moment. It was exhilarating.

You ran through the empty schoolyard, your laughter filling the air. As you reached the edge of the school grounds, you hid under the school bleachers, finally catching your breath. The rain continued to pour, but it didn't dampen your spirits. You and Eren stood there, drenched and breathless, looking at each other with a mix of exhilaration and contentment.

"We did it," Eren exclaimed, his voice filled with a sense of triumph.

"Yeah," you replied, a wide grin spreading across your face. "We really did."

Gazing into Eren's greens, in that moment, you felt something. It wasn't just the thrill of the moment or the shared adventure that brought you together; it was something special. It felt as if you had known each other for years, even though your friendship had only begun 10 minutes ago.

The rain continued to fall, but it became nothing more than background noise. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of shared energy. Eren's hand in yours provided a sense of comfort and grounding amidst the storm.

"I still can't believe we actually did it," you said, your voice filled with awe.

Eren's laughter intertwined with the melodic patter of raindrops hitting the ground. "Yeah, he’ll give us hell for that for sure,” he shook his head, staring up at the sky. After a few seconds, his eyes went to you, a look you couldn’t quite decipher on his face, “I wouldn't have wanted to do it with anybody else though."

There was a vulnerability in Eren's gaze, a glimpse of the person he truly was beneath the tough exterior you’d previously thought he had. The boy you saw before, the loudmouth who always got into trouble and couldn’t stay away from a fight, was now in a different light in your eyes. And you knew that he saw the same in you.

“It was really fun.” A genuine smile appeared on your lips, “And something you’d never catch me doing if it wasn’t for you. Thanks, Eren.”

The boy raised his eyebrows, hearing what his name sounded like for the first time in that pretty voice of yours, “Well, I’m glad to be the one to bring out your wild side.”

“I guess you’re pretty good at that, huh?” You chuckled, lightly nudging him on the shoulder.

Eren grinned, his voice filled with playful pride, “I’d like to think I have a talent for it.”

“You sure do.”

“That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to fall asleep from boredom whenever we hang out.”

Your heart fluttered as the green eyed boy casually mentioned it, and you knew he didn’t mean at school. It caught you by surprise to say the least. After all, today was probably the first time you’d ever had an actual conversation with each other, and you’d assumed that this “adventure” together was going to be a one time thing, a spontaneous moment of connection.

You blinked, still processing his words, and it must’ve shown, because Eren’s face had become as red as a tomato, hand scratching at his neck nervously.

You tried to hide your own red cheeks in your damp sweater, meekly asking, “Hang out again, huh?”

“I-I mean,” his voice wavered, and he wanted to punch himself in the face for it, “only if you want to.” After a second, he felt the need to add, “I know I do.”

A genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you watched Eren stumble over his words. It was endearing to see him flustered, and it made you not so embarrassed for acting the same way.

With a soft smile, you turned to him, voice carrying a soothing and tender note, “I’d like that, too.”

Eren’s eyes grew big, with a spark of excitement flickering in his gaze. “Yeah?”

You nodded, smile still adorning your face, “Yeah.”

A brief silence enveloped the air. It was a comfortable one, filled with anticipation and the unspoken promise of more adventures to come.

The rain had quieted down, only teardrops falling from the clearing sky. Breaking the silence, Eren's curiosity got the better of him as he leaned in slightly, his eyes gleaming with interest. "So, tell me," he began, his voice laced with genuine intrigue, "what do you like to do? Except reading, of course. You always have a book in hand.”

Using the term “always” left a peculiar feeling inside your chest. He’d noticed. “I love to read. It’s kind of like.. my escape goat. When I get burnout from school or work, it’s what resets my brain.”

Eren’s eyes rose up, “You work?”

You nodded, “I help at the flower farm just outside of town.”

The corners of his mouth lifted, “You like flowers, huh?”

“Shocker, right? Romance novels, flowers.. I guess they go hand in hand,” you chuckled lightly, “but yes, I love flowers. I don’t think there’s a girl in the world who doesn’t.”

“It’s a sure way to a woman’s heart I guess.” Eren commented, “Whenever my dad or I get into trouble with my mom, it’s the safest path to her forgiveness.”

“Does she have a favorite flower?” You curiously asked, tilting your head in a way that had butterflies coursing through Eren’s stomach.

“Uhm, yeah.. they’re called lillies, I think.”

Your eyes shot up with excitement, “Really? I love lillies, too. I think they’re one of the most beautiful flowers.”

“Yeah. My dad always makes sure she has them on our kitchen table.”

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but have a smile on your face, “they must really love each other.”

“I think they really do, yeah.”

Eren noticed the hint of sadness in your expression as you looked up at the clearing sky.

"You know, it's funny," you began, "my parents used to love each other like that too. They were always doing sweet things for each other, just like your dad with the lilies. But things changed over time."

Trying to swallow the ball of emotion that was forming in your throat, you continued.

"They divorced a few years ago," your voice carried a delicate blend of sadness and acceptance. "It was hard at first, seeing them drift apart and witnessing the love they once had fade away. Dad moved out of town, left my mom and I to gather the pieces. But I guess that's just how life goes sometimes."

Eren looked at you, unsure of what to say, or if it was okay to say anything at all. He didn’t have your experience, but tried to imagine how hard it all must’ve been.

“I’m sorry,” his tone was soft, “it must take a lot of strength to go through something like that.”

"Well.. it kind of stays with you. But you know," you said, a glimmer of hope returning to your eyes, "despite the pain and heartbreak, I still believe in love. I believe that there's someone out there for everyone, who will cherish and appreciate them just as they are."

Eren smiled warmly, “That’s a nice way to think about it.”

The boy looked down at the muddy ground, his mind set on thoughts he never had until now. He couldn’t imagine his parents separating, not being with each other like he had seen them all their life. It was unimaginable to him, and that’s when he realized how lucky he actually was. And you.. you were so strong. You had that silent strength when you talked about your experiences, still positive after everything you’d gone through. And only at 15. It was truly impressive.

“I bet you’ll find that someone one day,” he looked at you with certainty, “I have a good feeling about it.”

Your heart fluttered, taken aback by his words. The sincerity in his eyes sent a rush of warmth to your cheeks, causing them to tint with a gentle blush. It was an unexpected moment, but it sparked something inside you.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice tinted with a hint of shyness. "I hope you do too, Eren."

“Yeah, we’ll see,” he laughed ironically, “it has to be someone patient, that’s for sure.”

“Well, I have a feeling you’ll be worth it.”

Eren’s laughter faded, replaced by a bashful smile. “You think?”

“Mhm. You’re fun and you’re kind. It compensates the other things.”

He laughed again, this time way louder, “Oh, the other things?”

“You know, the troublemaking.” You nudged his shoulder with your own, also letting out a laugh, “But I admire the way you always speak your mind.”

Eren shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t really help it I guess. It’s stronger than me. I just have so many thoughts in my head sometimes.. that’s why I like to write them down. That’s how I started writing songs, actually.”

Your eyes grew wide, “Wait, you what? Really?”

"Yeah," he replied with a smile. "I've been writing for a while now. It's my way of expressing myself and getting all those thoughts out of my head. It’s kind of like free therapy."

"That's amazing," you said, genuinely impressed. "Do you play any instruments?”

“I have a guitar my parents gave me for my birthday last year. I try to play everyday but I’m still not as good as I’d like to be. I will be one day, though.”

You watched the green eyed boy talk about his passion with the fire glowing in his eyes. You didn’t know why, but you believed him. Someone who talked about everything with that much determination was bound to do something with his life.

“That’s so cool. You have to play me something one day.”

Eren was taken aback by the enthusiasm in your voice, causing his heart to race with unexpected intensity. Until now, he had kept his passion a secret, sharing it only with his parents who believed it to be a mere hobby. Opening up about his dreams was not something that came naturally to him, especially considering how unlikely they seemed for a small-town boy like himself. Determined to make it a reality, he had chosen to silently work towards his goal, in stark contrast to his usually boisterous personality. However, as he looked at you, seeing your genuine eyes, he thought that maybe sharing wasn’t such a bad thing.

“You got it.”

“Promise?”, you tilted your head to the side, a playful smile dancing on your face. Warmth coursed through Eren’s chest at the sight of it.

“Promise.”

Tiny raindrops dribbled from the edges of the bleachers and onto the school grounds, with a sliver of sunlight piercing through the somber sky, casting a warm glow upon the tranquil scene. The chirping of birds was like a soothing canvas as everything around you became quiet. The comfortable silence embraced you, as if you had experienced this peaceful moment countless times before.

Well, that was until you heard a window slam open somewhere in the distance.

“Jaeger!” Mr. Rogers’ voice was so angry, it sounded like it could rock the foundation of the school.

“Shit!” Eren jumped, instantly grabbing you by the hand. “We gotta go.”

“Yeah.” You tried to hide your laugh as you saw Mr. Rogers’ ears basically puff smoke in the distance. It was a comical sight to say the least, but you knew better than to linger. Hand in hand, you sprinted towards the school ground exist.

“You little brats! I’ll get you for this!” Mr. Roger’s enraged voice echoed behind you, but your laughter drowned it out as you ran.

Eren’s grip on your hand tightened, a reassurance that you were in this together. You could sense the adrenaline coursing through his veins, matching your own, as you both ran towards the exit. And in that moment, you just knew that this wasn’t going to be the last time you would hold his hand.

…..

Warm.

It felt so freaking warm.

The heat of the midday sun beat down mercilessly on Eren's face, intensifying the searing pain that radiated through his entire being. His senses slowly returned to him, his eyelids struggling to open against the blinding brightness coming from the window. His mouth felt parched, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as he attempted to wet his lips.

As his vision gradually cleared, Eren took in his surroundings. He found himself lying on his bed in his old house. The room was bathed in a soft golden glow, suggesting that morning was long gone.

His head throbbed with a dull ache, and as he gingerly touched his face, he winced at the sharp pain emanating from his left eye. The memories of the previous night flooded back to him - a night he preferred to forget. Jean’s words still reverberated in his head like a broken record, each repetition intensifying the pain in his head. The air in the room quickly turned suffocating, as if it had turned against him, mirroring the turmoil within.

Summoning his strength, Eren pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the window. As he leaned against the frame, a gentle breeze brushed against his face, offering a brief respite from the stifling heat. He closed his eyes, allowing the cool air to wash over him, soothing the pain his headache provided.

He didn’t remember much of how he got here last night. All he knew was that he’d heard his father’s voice, and a pang of guilt pierced him. Embarrassing him yet again. Good job, you dick.

He exhaled, resting his head against the window frame, trying to get himself together. It’d only been a couple of days since he’d been back, and he’d managed to create more chaos than progress.

But he should’ve thought about that long ago.

Turning around, his gaze settled on his unchanged room. It felt as though time had stood still in his absence. His posters still adorned the walls, his old desk covered in lyrics he had scribbled over the years, and his collection of CDs untouched. It was weird. The house had changed, but his room and the kitchen where his mom used to cook were still the same. As if they never left.

Once again, Eren Jaeger felt like a complete piece of shit.

With heavy steps, he made his way to the bathroom. As he glanced into the mirror, his disheveled appearance reflected back at him, accentuated by the bruise forming around his eye. A sigh slipped from his lips, a blend of exasperation and fatigue.

He turned the shower knob, adjusting the water temperature to his liking. As the steam filled the room, he stepped under the soothing spray, letting it envelop him in a comforting embrace. The gentle pressure of the water against his skin eased the tension that had settled in his muscles.

Eren was.. He was tired. All that had happened was too much for 3 days, and he certainly didn't help himself by drinking so much yesterday. It had all taken a toll on him, but now, as his stood in his old bathroom, in his old house, looking down at the worn out tiles… he finally realized the severity of it all.

Why did he come back? What was he trying to do? Screw your life more than he already had?

Why didn’t he come back sooner? He’d spent the last couple of years completely miserable, what was he waiting for? Could it have made any difference?

Maybe.. maybe not.

It was futile to think about nonetheless.

It wasn’t futile to think about you, though. About Lily. But Eren realized that whenever he would think about the two of you, the pain inside his chest was just too much to bare. He felt so weak, so defeated, even though he had vowed to himself not to let the guilt stop him.. it was too much to keep at bay.

As his thoughts became somber again, he knew he needed to get out of the house. He let his damp hair roam freely around his shoulders as he opened his old wardrobe, grabbing the first shirt and jeans he could find. They still fit, although they didn’t feel as stretchy as they once did. Grabbing his phone, he realised his keys were not in his room, remembering he wasn’t the one driving yesterday.

His steps through the house as Eren called out to his father, hastily throwing his leather jacket on.

“Dad? Are you home?” His words hung in the air, unanswered. Eren's eyes darted around the hallway, searching for his keys, until something in the kitchen caught his attention. There, on the kitchen table, his keys laid waiting, but it was something else that caught his eye. Something that tugged at his heartstrings, transporting him back to his childhood in an instant.

Lillies.

He knew exactly where he needed to go.

…..

The end of summer. It was your favorite time, and yet, it still felt so melancholy.

The flowers, once vibrant and colorful, began to wither, their petals gently falling to the ground like tears of farewell. Each delicate bloom, once a symbol of life's beauty, now stood as a reminder of the fleeting nature of time. It saddened you to witness their inevitable decline, knowing that their vibrant hues would soon be replaced by the muted tones of autumn.

Yet, amidst the melancholy, there was a glimmer of hope. For as summer bid its farewell, autumn began to awaken. It whispered promises of renewal, of a second chance for life to flourish. The crisp air carried the scent of change, as the trees prepared to shed their leaves, painting the world in a tapestry of gold, orange, and red.

You were split between emotions of sadness and joy. Lily was going to enter first grade, and she just couldn’t wait to go to school. The same school that shaped your younger years, that made you the person you are today. And still, you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness, knowing that your little girl was growing up so fast. The withering flowers in your garden, the same one you watched her play in all summer, mirrored the passing of time, and made you hold the precious moments you had shared together even more dearly than before.

And now, as she helped you harvest the fallen apples from your backyard tree, you realized just how grown she really was. It felt like it was just yesterday when she was a tiny baby in your arms, with the chubbiest, pinkiest cheeks, and her big eyes that looked at you and the world around her with so much curiosity. Now, she helped you bake apple pies and wanted to help clean the dishes and help you at the flower shop.

You wondered if she had noticed your nervousness in the past couple of days. You hoped not. She was the most important thing in the world to you, and you tried your best to protect her from your feelings. Feelings you’d thought you’d buried so deep, there was no way they could resurface. And yet, one look at his eyes was enough to make your world crumble.

You couldn’t fathom it. He’d been a ghost in your life for so long, it sometimes felt like he never truly existed. So, when you saw him in the store a few days back, it was the first time in your life that you felt close to fainting. He was.. different, but still the same. His hair was longer, the circles under his eyes darker, but his presence carried the weight of familiarity. And seeing him and Lily in the same space.. it was scary how much she looked like him. You always knew she resembled him, but never thought it was this uncanny. It was so hard to explain, even to yourself, but the emotions that flowed within you scared you. It was as if time had played a cruel trick on you, bringing him back into your life when you least expected it. You had to be strong, you’d promised yourself that the past was the past, and no matter what, you couldn’t let it stir up your life.

Only if it was that easy.

The day after you first saw him was even worse. Finally saying those words to him and watching his reaction was way harder than you could’ve imagined. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you never imagined telling him about Lily. If you didn’t imagine what life could’ve been if he hadn’t left you all those years ago. But those were thoughts long gone. You’d moved on with your life, building a loving and happy environment for your daughter. Nothing was more important than that. Even if that meant keeping him as far away as possible. Even if it meant never getting closure.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you continued to gather the fallen apples with Lily. You didn't want her to see the turmoil that churned within you, the memories and emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. She deserved a carefree childhood, free from the weight of adults and their mistakes.

As you carefully placed the apples into a basket, you stole a glance at her. Her innocence and joy were evident in those turquoise eyes of hers, and it reminded you of the importance of shielding her from the heartache that life could bring. As you finished gathering the apples, you put on a brave face and smiled at her, grateful for the distraction she provided.

"Let's go inside and start baking those pies, shall we?" you suggested, hoping to shift your focus to the present moment. Lily's eyes lit up with excitement, and you instantly felt a spark of joy. Together, you walked back to the warmth of the kitchen, leaving the ghosts of the past behind.

At least for now.

…..

The road to the old cemetary was old and weathered, its gravel path lined with aged trees that stood as silent sentinels. Eren didn’t remember it like that. Maybe it was because of all the years that had passed, or maybe because he had never truly paid attention to the surroundings before. But still, it felt peaceful.. beautiful, even.

The memories seemed to slowly return to him. There was this feeling of unease and unbearable sadness that always followed him before. He never liked going to the cemetery because of that. The thought of the most important person in his life, being buried under the ground, where hundreds of other people were also laid to rest, was too much for a boy of 17. He always wondered how people could find solace in a place like this. One that seemed to carry only heartache to him.

Seeing the worn out sign in the distance, he parked his car down the road. Stepping outside, he took a look beyond the fence, and into the rows of gravestones. One of those belonged to his mother. He wondered if he still remembered which one.

Entering, he looked around to take in his surroundings, and his legs carried him instinctively, as if they knew the way. It was like his steps were guided by an unseen force. He walked further in, his eyes scanning the faded markings of the numerous gravestones he passed by, in search of the one that held his mother’s name. The sun cast long shadows, adding to the hushed atmosphere of the place.

He suddenly stopped when someone in the distance captured his attention. It was a man, standing in front of a white gravestone, with white flowers placed in front of it. Eren moved one more step before he knew who the man was.

His father’s head was bowed down, hands clasping his hat in front of him. It seemed like he was talking, but Eren was too far to hear. Slowly, he closed the distance between them, his steps tentative as if to not interrupt him. Grisha Jaeger continued to speak softly, his words carried away by the gentle breeze. All that Eren was able to hear was, “he’s back, Carla. He’s really back.”

“Dad." Eren finally muttered. His father’s head snapped up, surprise and a flicker of vulnerability reflecting in his eyes.

“Son,”, Grisha gave him a small smile. Eren felt like he didn’t deserve it. “You mother and I were just talking about you.”

Eren’s head turned in the direction of the beautiful tombstone in front of them. It was white marble, with intricate carvings of flowers and vines. A bouquet of white lilies adorned the bottom. The sunlight danced upon its surface, casting a gentle glow that seemed to breathe life into the stone.

Carla Jaeger, it read. A beacon of love and strength.

Eren knelt down, tracing the delicate engravings with his fingertips. Below her name, a heartfelt tribute unfolded.

“In loving memory of a soul who touched lives with kindness, a heart that embraced all, and a spirit that shone with unwavering love.”

Yup. That was his momma.

He didn’t notice the moment his eyes filled with tears. The memories of his mom flooded his brain like a rushing river, overwhelming and relentless. Each memory was a precious gem, sparkling with the love and warmth she had bestowed upon him. Upon everyone who knew her.

“I miss her,” he finally broke down, his hand covering his tearful eyes, “I miss her so much.”

His father remained silent. In that moment, perhaps there was no need for words. They both knew that they shared the same grief.

“I’m sorry, dad,” Eren continued, his voice so shaky, he was barely able to control it, “I’m so messed up. I don’t know what to do.”

Grisha tried to control his own emotions, seeing his son breaking down in front of him. He reached out, his hand gently resting on Eren’s trembling shoulder, offering a silent comfort that words could not adequately express.

“I’m sorry, mom..”, Eren’s whispers filled the air, “I’m sorry I never visited.”

Grisha tightened the grip on his son’s shoulder. His heart ached seeing him like this.

“Eren,” he softly called his name, “it’s okay. She knows.”

At that, Eren fully broke down into his father’s arms. Grisha held him firmly as his son sobbed, gently caressing his hair.

“There’s no need to apologize. Your mother knew your heart.” Eren could feel his father holding back tears of his own. “She understood you better than anyone else. Better than me. She would want you to forgive yourself.”

“I don’t know if I can do that.”

“You have to try. For your mom, for Y/n. For Lily.”

Eren’s sobs slowly subsided, his breathing steadying as he clung to his father’s embrace.

“If you want to be in their life, you have to try and fix it. Otherwise, it was all for nothing.”

It was true. Eren knew it. If he couldn’t get himself together, he should just leave. Like a coward, he should just retreat to his own little world of regret and guilt and just live there forever.

But that wasn’t Eren, not truly. That wasn’t the man Carla raised.

He stayed there for a while, sitting in front of his mother’s grave, his father sitting beside him. His tears slowly dried up, and after a while, he felt peace come over him. For the first time in a long time, he felt calm. The wind caressed his face, and he closed his eyes, imagining it was his mother’s hands instead. Imagined this was her spirit, whispering reassurance to him.

In the stillness of the moment, Eren realized that he had a choice. He could allow himself to be consumed by his mistakes or he could gather the fragments of his shattered life and piece them back together. He knew it was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever have to do. And there, in that precise moment, he decided he would do it. He owed it to his mother, father, his daughter, to you. To himself.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. Looked up at the sky. He finally understood why people found solace in cemeteries. This wasn’t just a place of sorrows and loss. It was also that of healing.. and reflection.

…..

It was 8:30 am and you were late. Scratch that, you were more than late.

You and Lily were supposed to leave at 8:00am sharp for a fun-filled morning of grabbing coffee and hot chocolate before heading out to sign her up for school activities. The first day of school was just around the corner, and time was slipping away faster than you anticipated.

You were so tired yesterday from work and running errands, that after tucking Lily in, you fell asleep on your coach, still fully dressed. It was moments like these when you wished you lived with someone who could help you a little, but the phrase “it is what it is” had already been embedded into your brain long ago.

After waking your bundle of joy up, you managed to prepare a cute little outfit for her in record time, then dashed straight to the shower. Being a single mom was something you were quite good at, but sometimes, it did take a bit of a toll on you. Nevertheless, you were comfortable with the life you’d acquired for the both of you. It was your own little world, and you’d never trade it for anything.

After emerging from the bathroom, you swiftly moved through the house, trying to get to your bedroom, when you saw Lily standing in front of the door, which was slightly open. She was talking to someone. You quickly approached her.

“Lily, I’ve told you not to open the door-“

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Eren standing in front of your doorstep. Your eyes locked, and a flow of emotions ran through you. Why was he here now? What could he possibly want? You thought he was here for only a few days, but the unexpectedness of his presence left you feeling cautious.

“Hey.” He spoke first.

You continued to look at him until you were reminded of Lily’s presence. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go pour some cereal, hm? Mommy will be just a minute.”

“Okay, momma! See you, Eren!” She waved at him, and you watched him reciprocate.

“Bye, Lily.” He said softly, a faint smile gracing her lips as he watched her walk away.

Once again, it was just the two of you. Looking back at each other, with so many unsaid things hanging in the air.

“Why are you here?” You asked, voice guarded, your arms closed tightly around yourself.

He cleared his throat, visibly nervous, “I’m sorry for showing up like this, but I really need to talk to you.” Before you could protest, he raised his hand in the air in a pleading gesture. “Please, Y/n. Just an hour, whenever you can.”

You took a deep breath. This couldn’t be happening. It shouldn’t be happening.

And still.. looking at him, you saw genuineness. Maybe even regret. A war commenced inside you, one between the hurt he had caused you and the helplessness in his eyes. He didn’t deserve talking, even looking at you, but deep inside, you knew you’d made your mind. There was a part of you that felt he deserved to at least be listened to.

“You can’t just keep showing up like this. You know that.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I won’t bother you, I promise. Just please consider it.”

Biting the inner part of your lip, you readjusted your bath robe, trying to cover yourself up more. As if trying to cover yourself from him, and how vulnerable his presence made you feel.

“Fine.” You spoke with finality, watching his emeralds widen with surprise, “Tomorrow, 2p.m., Daisy cafe. It’s my lunch break, so I won’t have an hour.”

“Yeah, sure, of course.” He looked like he was trying to contain his elation, but his smile gave it all away. “Thank you.”

You nodded awkwardly. His smile was.. still as distracting as it was 7 years ago. “Okay, then. We have to get going, so..”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’ll- I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Bye.”

Before he could respond, you’d closed the door, resting your back against it. You took the palm of your hand and pressed it against your chest, feeling your racing heartbeat. A thousand voices seemed to echo in your mind, each one representing a different emotion and conflicting thought. Fear and doubt battled for dominance, leaving you extremely overwhelmed.

But there was something else that you couldn’t hide from yourself. A flicker of.. no, you couldn’t call it faith. Even though there was a tiny voice that whispered that maybe, just maybe there was a small piece of the person you once knew left inside him. Even though his face showed his guilt. You couldn’t call it faith.

Not yet.

…..

A/N: …. I know I’m so late lmao I’m sorryyy. Half of this got deleted twice because of my stupid computer so I’m blaming the delay on that. Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. I really put my heart into it. Next one will be up sooner, this time for real. Enjoyyy🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Personal Kirby Light Novel Masterpost!

(latest update: 8/30/2024)

(I've been planning to make my own list for a long time, this isn't intended to overshadow the one that's already out, it's just my personal list to keep track of the dates, translators, and upcoming/unfinished projects)

(i'm using the names from the wikirby btw tysm)

thanks to all the translators mentioned for their hard work 🙏 and thanks to the creator of the previous list as well! also thanks to takase-sensei for writing the novels lol

-2013-

Kirby and the Dangerous Gourmet Mansion?! translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

-2014-

Kirby and the Big Panic in Gloomy Woods! translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

Kirby Meets the Squeak Squad! translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

-2015-

Kirby: Meta Knight and the Puppet Princess translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

Kirby: Big Race in Pupupu Land! translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

-2016-

Kirby's Labyrinth Rescue! translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

Kirby and the Great Planet Robobot Adventure! translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

-2017-

Kirby: Meta Knight and the Galaxy's Greatest Warrior translated by friendship-ended-with-pokespe (complete)

Kirby Clash Team Unite! translated by makerofmadness (complete)

-2018-

Kirby's Decisive Battle! Battle Royale!! translated by makerofmadness (complete)

Kirby Star Allies: The Great Friend Adventure! translated by rhythmroute_ (complete)

Kirby Star Allies: The Universe is in Trouble?! translated by theultimateultimateweapon (complete)

-2019-

Kirby: Big Trouble in Patch Land! translated by rosakikoza (incomplete)

Kirby: Save the Rainbow Islands! translated by makerofmadness (complete)

Kirby: Super Team Kirby's Big Battle! translated by makerofmadness (complete)

-2020-

Kirby and the Search for the Dreamy Gears! translated by owls-gamblegalaxy (complete)

Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Yomi translated by theultimateultimateweapon (complete)

Kirby: Uproar at the Kirby Café?! translated by hoshi-no-mahoroa (complete)

-2021-

Kirby Fighters: The Destined Rivals!! translated by owls-gamblegalaxy (complete)

Kirby: King Dedede's Great Escape Mission! translated by owls-gamblegalaxy (complete)

Kirby: The Mysterious Incident on the Pupupu Train?! translated by kachikirby (complete)

-2022-

Kirby: Welcome to the Starlight Theater! (untranslated)

Kirby: Lor Starcutter and a Magician of Falsehood translated by starcutter-and-lying-wizard (complete, deleted)

Kirby and the Forgotten Land: Start Running to the New World! translated by makerofmadness (incomplete)

Kirby and the Forgotten Land: Break Out of the Dreams of the Isolated Isles! (untranslated)

Kirby: Full Stomach, Perfect Circle, Dream Buffet! translated by kachikirby (incomplete)

-2023-

Kirby: Sever Evil with a Slash in a Flash! translated by owls-gamblegalaxy (incompete)

Kirby: Come on Over to Merry Magoland! translated by starcutter-and-lying-wizard (incomplete, deleted)

Kirby: Having a Blast at the Music Festival! (untranslated)

-2024-

Kirby: The Dream Onsen is a Good Hot Spring♪ (untranslated)

Kirby: Meta Knight and the Monster of the Magic Stone (untranslated)

[sidras-tak]

There is SO MUCH good stuff coming out from Thailand now and in the next year or so. Even if you've never tried Thai dramas or movies before, I highly recommend keeping your eye on a few upcoming/current projects that look really great. There are so, so many projects I could list, but I want to highlight three I am looking forward to the most.

How To Make Millions Before Grandma Dies (movie, family drama). A young Thai man takes care of his dying grandmother with the intent to get all of her inheritance when she dies. Out now in certain countries.

2. Uranus 2324 (movie, romance, sci-fi). Two young women, Kath and Lin, chase each other across universes and lifetimes, trying to find a reality in which they can be together. Premiers July 4, 2024

3. Happy Ending (series, thriller/mystery, sci-fi, possible romance). Anawin, an unsuccessful writer, finds the manuscript for an unfinished novel he is a fan of after the original author's murder, and is brought face-to-face with the novel's antagonist, Damon. Anticipated to come out mid-2025.

(to note, the first two trailers are for the finished projects, but the final trailer is a pilot/proof of concept trailer, not containing any scenes likely to be in the final product).

If you've never given Thai television or cinema a chance, I would highly recommend it. There's so much good (queer) stuff and Thailand has a very strong identity in their filmmaking, with roots in comedy, horror, and romance.

[doctorweebmd]

Helloo! I was wondering what are ur top bkdk fics? You write bkdk so beautifuily, the angst hurts so good‼️ A litany of love and loss and zero-sum game are so beautiful its crazy! I'm tweaking haha I literally cannot stop thinking abt them. All of ur fics r so good in a way thats magical. This might sound weird and kinda alot, im so sorry if it is but I really do hope I remember ur fics for a really long time.

lksajdfl;kasdfj omg don't you THINK i haven't noticed you going through this blog lmao i adore that thank you so much!!! and thank you for reading that hardcore angst you masochist lmao

BUT. thats a super hard question. okay keep in mind that a.) i haven't really kept up with bkdk stuff in >1 year so most of these are older, b.) many of these are, unfortunately, unfinished. it doesn't take away from how amazing these stories are to ME, but i know its a preference for many, so keep that in mind AND c.) every single one of these authors have MANY excellent fics, but these are the ones that have stuck with me. And I'm totally gonna forget some notable people so apologies in advance.

These are in no particular order:

The Space Between by kanae_vr - gorgeous and absolutely devastating work. One of those fics I stayed up all night reading and probably one of the first if not THE first that I commented on. Broke my heart.

In your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower - Rani's whole portfolio of work is TOP NOTCH (can't recommend the art of falling and love was never easy with you, but since when did we like easy? enough.) but in your dreams, nerd! is still my favorite. The writing has such a magical, dreamy, otherwordly feel to it. Just beautiful.

[KILL GOD] by majjale - majjale is another author that you can read anything they've written and have your mind BLOWN. KILL GOD really stood out to me, though. This is probably THE only villain Deku fic worth reading. The worldbuilding, the reveals, the raw emotion - god, this reads like a novel and I'm simply awed.

To see you alive by overcastjpg - pain. PAIN. Cloddy writes some of the most gut-wrenching angst I've ever had the privilege of reading. And its not just painful interpersonal drama, its also a fascinating and dark plot that makes you feel like you've stepped into a gritty noir novel. Its like stepping into a story where its always cloudy and raining, but in the best way possible.

Undercover by Greyfrey - another author that has a portfolio of top-notch, professional-level bkdk writing. Undercover really holds a special place in my heart, though. The story is absolutely compelling, the character development is handled carefully and elegantly, and it just. It hurts. So, SO good.

Mirror Image by Eleke - this is just a very fun one; so absolutely creative and such an interesting way of imagining BKDK's dynamic in so many different worlds. The structure of the story and the POV changes are also SUPER artistic. Fantastic read.

Bonnie & Klein by surveycorpsjean - i won't belabor the point; this fic, along with everything surveycorpsjean writes, deserves all the hype and MORE. the yearning in it was physically painful and the sex was artistic, emotional, and most importantly, hot.

Doppleganger by waketosanity - another painful and gorgeous read. The pining and self-destruction Katsuki's going through this entire fic is honestly devastating. Its an indirect but powerful character study and, full disclosure, it hurts a lot. But its worth it.

Looking forward to being there by underwickedsky - This author's aura is very foreboding and they tend to write about very dark themes. Like any good mystery or horror, what looks benign on the surface dives into something terrifying. Honestly, this fic has not been updated in 3 years and is only, what, 4 chapters in? But every single one of them is captivating.

i think i found a place for us by dommymommy - sigh. god. i can't even explain it. its gorgeous. it hurts. intimacy is instantly replaced by loss. you ache during the entire story. katsuki's characterization in particular is... he's so skittish, and in denial, and afraid, and lonely. tbh i hope they dont follow me on here because out of every fic on this list and any other list beyond, seeing an update on THIS one would make me drop everything and start reading bkdk again. sorry.

mundane crimes by sifl - last but certainly not least. i dont know how sifl does it, honestly. their work is, in one word, haunting. the tone and cadence and sheer poetry of each and every single one of their works is just - its like they live in a completely different world. i'm obsessed with their style and have re-read this fic too many times to count. should be the AUTHORITY on writing katsuki.

Jeez and there's SO MANY MORE. Like I couldn't just choose one by katyastark, i love ALL their work. and iciclebeanbags and heartsinhay. and there's probably people i can't think of right now. there's SO MANY amazing talented writers we are SO lucky as bkdks

[jkj-digital]

Saw your reblog and mate if you got queer visual novel recs I got spare time that needs eating.

If you´ve come for gay furry visual novels, this is certainly a place with recommendations

Assume NSFW, Unfinished, and free unless otherwise specified

Adastra – get kidnapped by handsome space wolf and become involved in political shenanigans. The one that least needs an introduction – COMPLETE!

Astatos – A pair of mages (kind of) lose their home, summon a god and a devil, and help solve various political issues using card game mechanics. The queerness of this one is pretty heavily constrained to subtext, but there’s no doubt that all major characters are hot men in various states of undress – PAID, SFW

Chardonnay Romancia – Innkeeper who hates heroes discovers an amnesiac hero who quickly becomes obsessed with him, among many other subplots. The characters find themselves in many explicit scenarios, often enough against their will – PAID

Deers and Deckards – As a college student, get into a relationship with either your best friend, his dad, or both. Also, at some point the game decides it becomes tired of its light-hearted tone and takes a dip into a more supernatural setting. Currently, only the polygamy route is complete.

Demons Within – You play a demon of lust influencing the emotions of a soldier and those around him, attempting to assist your host while also growing your own power and keeping them ignorant of your existence.

Devil’s Gambit – A doctor reunites with an old friend, uncovering a supernatural mystery and kicking off a strange romance.

Glory Hounds – A young man finds himself with an unexpected employment opportunity: becoming a sidekick to a superhero.

The Human Heart – Wake up as the only human in a familiar world and find yourself adopted by a colorful group of friends – SFW

In Case of Emergency – Find yourself as the last of the chosen ones in gay furry Narnia and awkwardly ingratiate yourself into the longstanding group of heroes – COMPLETE!

Kingsguard – When things go to hell at your royal birthday how will you reclaim your throne from the magical forces trying to take it from you and, more importantly, which of your kingsguard will you fall in love with

Minotaur Hotel – Discover the true story of (and also fall in love with) the Minotaur of legends and turn his crumbling home into a home for the lost. Even among visual novels, this one is a slow burn, but it’s absolutely worth it

My Pirate Husbandos – Get rescued from drowning at sea by a crew of rowdy, and very gay, pirates, and help them until you earn yourself a place among their ranks

Nekojishi – Become forced to face an uncertain future when you suddenly awaken the ability to see spirits and find yourself fought over by three handsome cat men who each want you to become the priest of their shrine (or equivalent) – SFW, COMPLETE!

Orveia – Awaken in an unfamiliar and horny world along with your best friend (who somehow arrived about a decade before you did) and several handsome men to become an adventurer. This game contain heavy RPG mechanics

Pervader – Discover your kindly DILF of an employer is a wizard and get infected with “becomes a wizard” disease along with the heir to an order of knights whose primary goal is to stamp out all magic

Shelter – Become enraptured in a strange world of medieval fantasy dogs, and protect your home in a world that wants to take that away from you

The Smoke Room – Learn to trust again in the wild west in 1915 after a man you though loved you tried to kill you, while the world itself seems to want to drown you in your guilt

Temptation´s Ballad – A young rogue trying to live up to his father, a commoner with an obsession with adventuring, and a sheltered chosen one looking to broaden their horizons form an adventuring party by happenstance and find themselves with a quest far larger than any of them believed

[lucabyte]

your ocs!!!!! please ramble about them!!!!

i love your art so much

(GRABS YOU) H. CAN DO BOSS.

So ! My ocs. I guess I'll do an overall explainer for the overall groups. If you check out my Toyhouse (LINK!) there's a bunch of folders up top that are how I categorise them. It's primarily by universe except for the folders that are just "misc."

So folder 1: Blatant favouritism:

These are silly little guys that don't fit in any specific wider universe, but I really really like. So I'll spotlight the two important ones before i get real in the weeds with my main universe.

In here are notably, my Fursona (self explanatory), Ali and Pittsburgh Cincinnati. There's also Hauntkit and Clearpelt who are warriorcats ocs that *is dragged away by airport security*

... So, Pittsburgh, lovingly sometimes called pissbug, is a weird little Thing who I made as like, an homage to characters like happy bunny and Sweetypuss. She (and her weird dog) exist to stand next to strange and offputting captions. I love her. No further context. She's just silly. and violent.

Now. Ali.

Ali Alighieri has thoroughly stolen the show, and also ties into the next folder along, Making Your MK.

With over a hundred extra images compared to second place (Sorry, Tabitha). Ali is my fucked up little scrunkly. My little baby guy. They're a shared character of mine and @samhainian's, and is from their Creature Feature setting (A modern fantasy setting wherein Cryptids and Magic are real but in our modern world.) They are as such, a modern human young adult... Who is also a demon + magic user.

Strange little pansexual altersex genderqueer poetry-nerd that they are... The modern setting also means they are literally just a tumblr user. A fellow countryman, so to speak.

HOWEVER.... Ali's true origin was in *Purrgatorio*, a scrapped visual novel of mine set in the MYMK universe! They were simply retrofitted into CF as the joke with Purrgatorio was that a regular human had mysteriously just shown up in MYMK's pure-furry setting.... And then when we scrapped the project we got all attatched to our little not-so-blank-slate protagonist. But I'll put a pin in Purrgatorio for later.

Making Your MK.

(Guest of honour: My super unfinished website <3)

Okay so here's the big one. The setting with.... (looks at spreadsheet) 109 characters not including so-called incidentals. At time of writing.

MYMK is home to... Multiple stories. As you would hope when a setting has 100+ characters. I'd wager each story has about 10-20 relevant characters tops but with a big shared universe like this there gets to be overlap between casts!!! Yay !!! 😊😊😊

MYMK is the name of the main story in the setting. Pronounced "Making your Mark", it is centered around Markus Felidae (The purple one) and their family. It's very action-adventure-y. It's also the plot I'm most secretive about the backend of since I WILL!!!!! Turn it into a nice prose story with pictures SOMEDAY!!!!! But for now tee hee hee secrets secrets. Markus' family is strange and ragtag and is keeping something from them... I can't ramble on too long here unless further prompted in asks about specifics but!!! Everyone in the MYMK folder has a fully furbished little profile with a blurb about them. So if you're curious....

But yeah, I tend to think of the MYMK setting more in terms of its Locations than its Casts, due to the overlapping nature of them all. The Malbranche may be the villains of the main plot, but they're also major players in relation to The Palsgrave who are the antagonists of Moraine, etc etc,

The country everything in MYMK is set in is called New Orphidian, Southern hemisphere little thing, here's a very cartoony map of it.

Um. Cliffside!

Since it's the best map I have... Here's an exclusive sneak peek of a Zine I'll be getting back to once the fandom brain cools down a bit.... :3c

(... I REALLY NEED TO DO A TOUR AROUND THE MINECRAFT CLIFFSIDE SAM AND I BUILT..... IT'S SO CUTE....)

Cliffside is situated on a big ol' Cliff.

A tiny hamlet of a place, it used to have reason to exist, and now does not. It's not even a good tourist locale, as the cliff is much too dangerous compared to the nicer tourist spot of Welkin just a little north. Not to mention nearby Moraine's allure as a tax haven with no labour laws place where a bunch of TV and Movies are filmed!

It's where most of MYMK's main cast reside (except the antagonists from the Big City Varmonte), and is as such a location I have a lot of tiny little worldbuilding thoughts about :)

I won't go into the other locations here just because then this post will SUPER get away from me but... I think most importantly for Cliffside right now...

Is that it's where Purrgatorio is set. Yes, that VN I said got scrapped. It's not dead. It is in fact serving it's original intended purpose as "A (mostly) noncanon exploration of character voice and setting"

It's back and its prose babeyyyyyyy!!! (A BUNCH OF THE EARLY STUFF IS ME BEING SUPER RUSTY ... BE WARNED)

Purrgatorio is currently the most publicly available coherent work I have out of my ocs! It's very low-stakes and serves mostly to bash my toys together and see what character dynamics come out, but you can look if you want to!

(There's also a whole THING on the meta of its Canonicity... It's not canon, but it's also not NOT canon. But if I talk about Metanarrative Timeline Collapse in my normal mundane non-magic setting im gonna sound bonkers ✌)

Ali's dynamics with the MYMK cast are so goddamn funny to me. Like I literally just handed my OCs some ET shit but ET is a sexually repressed tumblr user with a mood disorder.

But yeah I don't think I can coherently string together much more about MYMK without just actually explaining THE WHOLE PLOT.... Though I will absolutely elaborate on any given character's Whole Deal if i'm prompted. (OH MY GOD I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT CHROME AND TABITHA. WAIT. OKAY THERE'S. OK NO IF I TALKED ABOUT THEM IT'D JUST END UP AN ESSAY ,SORRY..)

So here's some bonafide classic images for the road.

(IF TUMBLR BREAKS THE FORMATTING AND JUST PUTS THESE ONE AFTER THE OTHER INSTEAD OF IN A GRID IM SO SORRY LMAOOOOO)

... And as for the other folders on my toyhouse!

Misc and Fandom are what they sound like. Self explanatory,

Then, Ysden is @samhainian's fantasy setting. It's where our DnD games happen to be set but it's also a general fantasy setting :)

and Monster of the Week... Is currently being revamped! It used to be a modern world setting with hidden magic, now it's going to be more... Adventure Time-y. Fantasy world get iphone. Yknow. It has a lower Age Rating than MYMK's "anything goes", as it started as a Pitch Bible Project in my animation class. They're a little neglected but I still love them :) The revamp is extemely recent and not reflected in any of the art/writing yet but I'm workin on it. It still doesn't have a proper title..... OTL

So yeah!! Uh. This wasn't as comprehensive as I was hoping but it turns out I have way, WAY too many thoughts on my guys. And no idea what to do when im actually asked about them so !!!! This was not a very coherent ramble but it was a ramble !

There's things like essays on Chrome and Tabitha (Link) and also The Queer Gender Identities Of The Whole Cast (Link) hiding around on my toyhouse, and once again, Purrgatorio (Link) serves as my sandbox for playing with how these characters act in situations.

But..... ! I did try to make my toyhouse approachable for the average layman. Every character in the MYMK folder (Link) has a *blurb* of information, rather than a giant wall of text explaining everything about them. I want people to be able to understand their general vibe at a glance rather than be overwhelmed.

In any case ???? Uh. Fun game for everyone: If you know your homestuck classpect, every single MYMK character has a classpect and lunar sway. and a birthday. Try and find your andrew-hussie assigned kin! As a Prospitian Witch of Heart, I share my classpect and lunar sway with Chrome. No I don't know what this means. It worries me honestly he's kind of an asshole.

[ottoslab]

(Shakes you) otto you've GOTTA tell me more about the freelance mystery solvers I GOTTA KNOW ABOUT EM WHAT ARE THEY DOIN !!! I love your designs sm btw your SO REAL FOR THIS AHH

HEEHEE ohhh ok cracks my knuckles. Im gonna be writing this right before passing Out for the night so apologies in advance if this isn’t very comprehensible but i will GLADLY explain the funny freelance mystery solvers o7

EDIT HI This got so long im putting it under a readmore KGJFNGKJSGK.

Also! I didn’t draw anything to go with this ask because i told myself id give my hand a break, but I do actually have some recent doodles of Vern and Kitty i was doing in between the lineup so I’ll put them here for a little display ^_^ theyre not in context of anything im about to mention, just some dynamic exploration stuff that are their own whole other rambles

Ok! Readmore time! Paragraphs of nonsense! For your viewing pleasure!

So!! Vernon and Kitty are both employed by True Psychic Tales independently of each other when theyre older. Vernon is an illustrator/interviewer for the graphic novel division and Kitty works in special effects makeup for the more-recent live action film division! They don’t end up crossing paths for a while until being assigned to work together to research stuff for an up-and-coming TPT film project or smth. They become work buddies after reconnecting (though they choose to mostly ignore the fact that they knew each other as kids due to How They Were back then. They’re both very embarrassed about it for numerous reasons)

It becomes commonplace for them to help each other out with projects, and eventually through their research (fact-checking and digging through old psychonauts mission archives) they start to come across old psychonauts files of unfinished or ‘suspicious’ looking missions, ones that normally didnt get the green light to be told in graphic novel form due to the fact that they were inconclusive and, as a result, don’t make for good stories.

Kitty and Vernon end up sort of… picking up on these old missions in their spare time. It’s not psychonauts work but its also not not psychonauts work, you know? They team up to try and work out what lead to dead ends in missions and cross-referencing possibly related stories with other stories, and go out into the field to try and get answers. I picture it a lot in my brain as an episodic mystery series vis a vis scooby doo. They pick their archived mission log of the week to check out, go out, get some answers, and get a conclusion to bring back to TPT and a new graphic novel is made of the story they were able to uncover! With some more overarching plots where they get a little in over their heads here and there.

Franke’s got a bit less of a fleshed out role in all of this atm, mostly because i havent thought of him as much as the other two? My current vague-idea i have is that she and kitty had a falling out during their teen years, and Franke calls Kitty and Vernon falsely claiming to have a lead on a mystery theyve been working on, in order to try and reconnect with Kitty after she stopped talking to him. He has to come clean when whatever she leads them to actually ends up being a real psychic issue, and she has to explain that she doesn’t know what’s going on because she hadn’t actually called in about anything legit.

Franke does end up being a good help despite technically being the reason they got into deep shit in the first place, and Vernon’s probably the one who asks her to stick around (Kitty isn’t against it, but definitely isn’t really all too welcoming about it either.) They definitely have a whole thing where they all get closer and Kitty and Franke get to mend fences (a character arc along the lines of franke realizing he was kind of a hardass who wanted to make up without actually accepting any faults, and some other super impressive character arcs along the way im sure.) And all three of them continue to go on mystery deep-dives and uncover unfinished psychonauts missions!! Wahoo yahoo!!

Mystery incorporated asses! They’re fun, i enjoy them a lot! Hopefully this is some good tidbits of detail for u thank u for asking about them :]