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i finished season 4
#— yap central#I would like to formally apologise to my one irl haikyuu friend#who I spammed with snaps of me screaming and kicking my feet#and my siblings for getting spoiler free screams and tears#im going away tomorrow morning and will be gone for a day then I have two closing shifts when I get back#idk when I’ll be able to watch the dumpster battle#but I will be insufferable when I have ✌🏻😗
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TIME TO PRETEND
pairing: luke castellan x gn!poseidon!reader word count: 5k chapter summary: you're the eldest child of poseidon and the hero of the last great prophecy. you left your demigod life behind after defeating kronos. now, years later, you find yourself back at camp half blood for the summer.....which means dealing with luke castellan, and all that history (tension?) left unresolved between you. warnings: some nicknames for reader are based on female characters (mermista, sailor neptune) but they're still written as gender neutral. reader has tattoos. mention of alcohol + death (post-titan war). spoilers for the entire pjo (book) series, mostly references to the last olympian. timeline is all over the place but set in the early 2000s for vibes. no betrayal (au where chris was the one who sided w kronos and led the titan army) so slightly ooc luke <3 author's note: welcome to another product of my pjo hyperfixation !!! i wanted to finish the nemesis!reader series first but it's summer and i felt like reworking my tsitp series in a camp half-blood setting with bb luke. so prepare for childhood friends to lovers drama! summertime vibes! nostalgia! angst! would love to know what y'all think about this and if you want a part 2 so feel free to scream at me in the comments. otherwise, enjoy and thanks 4 reading 💙
♪: time to pretend by mgmt
YOU’VE GOT MAIL!
1 new message
from: LukeNotSkywalker
to: Mermista86
subject: you are GETTING that record deal
Hey,
Your demo CD just came in the mail — and, Connor as my witness, I’ve already listened to it five times!!!
It’s amazing. You’re amazing. The label would totally lose out if they didn’t sign you.
Things have been pretty chaotic around here, with the summer term happening soon. Speaking of which: are you coming back? Chiron gave me the list of returning campers and counsellors this morning and said he hadn’t heard from you, so I thought I’d ask. I know you’ll be busy with the band, but if you get the chance, it’d be really great to see you.
Anyways, I’m leading the next Shield & Sword session, so I’d better go. Talk soon ;)
- L
FOUR YEARS LATER
TURBULENT WATERS? ALT-ROCK BAND MIDNIGHT SIRENS HIT ROUGH PATCH AFTER LEAD GUITARIST GETS INTO VIOLENT ALTERCATION
the cover is the nail in the coffin: a blurry picture of you, an electric blue guitar forgotten at your feet, lunging forward into a crowd, with your bandmates on stage behind you in shock.
you’d gone all this time without any major incidents, and one stupid chimera managed to burn down everything you worked for in one fell swoop.
“that’d be $8.50,” the cashier informs.
you tear your attention away from the magazine, instead fishing through your pocket for some change. meanwhile, the cashier furrows their brow, leans down slightly to get a better look at you underneath your sunglasses and baseball cap.
“hey, do i know you?”
“nope,” you say instantly, slapping a $10 bill onto the counter. “keep the change.” you gather your pile of necessary roadtrip supplies (slushies, m&m’s, and goldfish) before rushing out the door, your half-brother trailing behind you.
you slide into the driver’s seat, set each slushie in a cup holder, and hand the rest to percy once he’s slipped into the passenger side.
“seatbelt,” you remind him. you shake your hair out after removing your baseball cap disguise. “i promised your mom i’d be responsible.”
percy does as he’s told, though not without mumbling about how he’s practically an adult and a demigod who’s been in much more dangerous situations than a car ride up to long island. you just tell him to put on some music, even though he has a point. he’ll be 18 in august and you’re only five years older, but the fact is that you gave sally jackson your word.
plus — you’re his older sibling, so gods forbid you let him get hurt. a seatbelt seems like a band-aid solution for one of the most powerful demigods out there, but still.
percy flips through a few radio stations while he sips his blue raspberry slushie. when he doesn’t find anything good, he opens the glove compartment and surveys your music collection before sliding a cd into the stereo.
instantly, the familiar sound of david bowie’s voice eases the tension in your shoulders.
“good choice?”
you nod and percy smiles triumphantly. you reach over to steal a few goldfish from the bag he just opened and ruffle his hair playfully, for good measure.
you’re perfectly happy, driving along a long island highway while getting lost in the glam rock world of ziggy stardust, but it isn’t long until percy interrupts:
“are you finally gonna tell me what happened, or do i have to read it from some trashy gossip magazine like everyone else?”
“well, your dyslexic ass can barely read so….”
you look over at him briefly, and laugh when you see him stick his slightly-blue tongue out to you.
“at least my dyslexic ass is actually decent at ancient greek. luke told me you failed the reading test, like, a million times.”
your heart twinges at the mention of your old friend.
friend.
if you could still call him that.
thankfully, percy doesn’t give you much room to dwell on the past, too focused on your drama-filled present.
“so, what is it? you got kicked out of the band? lost everything? have nowhere else to go?”
you roll your eyes at his dramatics. “i did not get kicked out.”
“then, what happened?”
“just the usual.” you shrug. “monster attack, mortals who can’t see through the mist. i tried to explain it away after — something about how i saw someone in the crowd attack another person and i stepped in to help. most people bought it, but the media loves drama and the label’s worried i’m a flight risk now. apparently, everything will blow over if i just keep a low profile for the next few months. so….no. i didn’t lose everything.” you take a deep, like when anyone other than children of poseidon are about to go underwater and they’re not quite sure when they can come up for air.
“i just don’t really have anywhere else to go,” you finish.
“damn.” percy offers you a blue shark gummy (or whale - you and percy had already debated the shape of the candy that sally packed for the trip, and the jury’s still out). you gratefully accept. “well, i know it’s not the best reason, but i’m excited to spend the summer together.”
despite everything, you find yourself smiling.
“me too, kid.”
“it’d give me a chance to kick your ass in sword-fighting.”
“you wish!” you nudge his shoulder, both of you giggling. once the laughter’s died down, you glance at percy once more. “hey – did you tell anyone i was coming?”
percy shakes his head. “why?”
you take a long swig of your drink until you’re on the brink of brain freeze.
“no reason.”
it’s just after lunch when you arrive at camp half-blood.
you weren’t sure what you were expecting — maybe not some futuristic technological developments that had been discovered within the years you were gone, but definitely not for camp to look pretty much exactly the same as when you left.
instantly, you find comfort in the familiar scenes: a dragon, peleus, guarding the magical borders; dryads and satyrs picking strawberries in the fields next to the forest; chiron standing near the central guidepost, greeting and guiding every camper in the right direction.
chiron smiles down at percy and practically does a double take when his eyes land on you.
“mx. l/n! it has been a while. are you here to drop off your brother, or do you plan on staying for the summer?”
before you can answer, someone appears behind him.
“perce! hey!”
“hey, luke.”
luke gives him a side hug, and percy shoves him away with a laugh when he ruffles his hair. it’s then that luke acknowledges you, though he looks like that’s the last thing he wants to do.
“i thought i’d never see you again. what are you doing here? ”
chiron turns to you expectedly. “i believe you have yet to answer that question of mine as well.”
“staying for the summer…” you adjust the shoulder strap of your backpack, uneased by luke’s cold demeanor. “i hope that’s okay.��
“of course!” chiron’s smile grows wide, eyes crinkling. “you’ll resume your position as head counsellor of cabin 3.”
“so i’m dethroned? just like that?” percy guffaws.
you nudge percy’s shoulder. “fulfill the next great prophecy, and then we’ll talk.”
percy rolls his eyes playfully. luke, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to appreciate your tongue-in-cheek remark. his jaw tightens, and he suddenly finds a deep interest in the clipboard he’s holding.
chiron clears his throat, likely sensing the tension. “yes, well, i’m sure you remember how things work around here. if not, mr. castellan has been keeping this ship afloat. he's always here to help.”
“always.” luke smiles, but it’s elastic, threatening to snap at any moment. someone calls his name, and he walks away to deal with whatever chaos is waiting for him.
summer — age 15
you weren’t exactly conscious when you first arrived at camp half-blood.
apparently, coach hedge, a satyr and protector, found you just in time and had to practically drag you up half-blood hill after a particularly gruesome fury attack.
when you woke up and saw luke sleeping next to you in a chair, his curls overgrown and falling onto his eyes, you thought you had died and gone to elysium.
you took in your unfamiliar surroundings. some sort of infirmary, with only your best friend next to you, the one you hadn’t seen in almost a year since you’d parted ways.
then, you remembered what was happening before you passed out; it was more likely that you were being tricked into a false sense of security by that fury, who definitely planned on devouring you later.
with a newfound sense of urgency, you decided it was time to get out of there before it was too late. you were reaching for your knife when you felt a hand grab your shoulder. without losing a second, you twisted your body around, weapon at the ready.
whoever it was watching over you sure looked like luke. he was wearing a bright orange shirt and leather cord necklace with one clay bead. another point of difference was the jagged scar that cut across his left cheek.
“it’s just me,” he said, gently. “you’re fine here. you’re safe.”
you weren’t convinced, kept your knife in front of you to keep distance. “prove it.” you narrowed your eyes. “tell me something only luke would know.”
“you’re left-handed.”
“that’s a great observation,” you scoff.
“storm is your favourite x-men character.”
“that’s a very popular opinion.”
“your aunt would make us mango lassi after swim camp when she got home from work,” luke tries for the third time. “and, my mom - she used to call you ‘starfish.’”
your heart skipped a beat.
that was the confirmation you needed.
the knife dropped from your hand, clattered on the wooden floor, as you pulled luke in for a hug. you were greeted by a familiar scent, that pear shampoo luke loved because it made his hair so soft, mixed with the smell of fresh pine trees.
“it’s really you,” you mumbled into his shoulder.
despite sleeping for gods know how long, you were exhausted. you rested your weight into luke, but he didn’t seem to care.
“it’s really you. i thought i’d never see you again.”
“where are we?” you asked, breaking away to face luke. you ignored the wooziness you felt throughout your body; luke seemed to sense it, his grip around you tightening. “are annabeth and thalia here, too? how’d you get here?” your thumb traced the unfamiliar scar on his face. “what happened? are you okay —”
“i-i’ll answer all your questions, but you lost a lot of blood.” luke guided you to lay back down in bed. “we’ll explain everything. just get some rest.”
a third scenario entered your mind: this was all a dream. you’d close your eyes and when you opened them again, luke would be gone. you’d be alone again.
you couldn’t let go of luke’s hand, even as he tucked you back into bed. you tugged his wrist, silently urging him to join you.
“will you stay with me?” you finally croaked when he continued standing.
luke looked at you, and you nodded once as final confirmation. then, he removed his shoes and slipped into the bed next to you. it was luke, all sweet pear and soft curls and strong heartbeat, and you held on to him in fear that he might slip away.
“always,” he whispered.
during the orientation video you were later shown, you learned that camp half-blood’s motto is keeping young heroes safe (mostly) for over three millennia!
luke had used that word, too. safe.
chiron told you this was to be your new home as he walked you to the poseidon cabin. he told you that you were safe now, though you noticed how the word almost got caught in his throat. he gave you a sad smile you didn’t quite understand.
you did wonder, at first, if those words were true: this place, a home for you and other children of gods. somewhere safe.
and, well.
you came to understand chiron’s general melancholy a few weeks later, and every week after that. he was used to training and sending heroes off to their potential death, and you would be no different. stolen lightning bolts, deadly quests, cryptic prophecies. a pending war between divine forces you had been entangled with long before you knew. heartache and betrayal and loss beyond measure.
but, there were other things, too.
annabeth, fitting in perfectly at the athena cabin, continued being her genius self, leading her team to victory every capture the flag game. she was extra patient in helping you with ancient greek, especially after chiron had given up.
chris rodriguez, luke’s half-brother, would tell you jokes from across the dining pavilion, knowing that you hated sitting alone at the poseidon table. michael yew, son of apollo, taught you how to play guitar at the bonfire one week; you’d ask for more and more lessons until you could start playing on your own. charles beckendorf made you a celestial bronze sword that shone like that burst of light when the sun hits the ocean at sunset. it transformed into a ring that you would never take off, unless in battle. you might not have gotten along with mr. d, but you spent free time picking fresh strawberries with his son, castor. you made matching friendship bracelets with silena beauregard, who was really the only person you confided in, about how you maybe possibly felt something other than friendship when it came to luke. she told you about her crush on clarisse larue, the daughter of ares whom you would always partner with during sparring practice. you taught ethan nakamura, who didn’t have his own cabin as the child of nemesis, how to properly hold a sword. thalia’s tree stood tall at the top of the hill where you almost bled to death, protecting you and everyone inside the magical borders. you, annabeth, and luke would share a picnic there every thursday.
you had been on the run for so long, always looking over your shoulder for monsters, sleeping with one eye open to be one step ahead of death, jumping from one place to the next so quickly to avoid danger.
so, yes.
it was nice to stay in one place, where you knew you were as safe as demigods could be. it was nice to spend your time learning and training and laughing instead of just surviving.
it was nice to have a place to call home. and people to call it home with.
now
the first week passes in the blink of an eye, and it’s like you never left.
tie-dye, volleyball, strawberry picking, kitchen duty, and cabin inspection.
luke has everyone on a tight schedule — one, you notice, conveniently places the two of you at opposite ends of camp at all times.
still, you catch up with clarisse and the stoll brothers, spend time with annabeth and percy, say hi to pollux and katie gardner and others you vaguely recognize as five years older than what you remember. there are also a lot of faces you don’t recognize at all.
of course, you try not to think about the faces you wished you could see: friends you grew up with and would never have a laugh with again, younger campers you had trained who would never grow up. all lost because of the gods and the titans and a prophecy you never asked to be a part of.
it’s a side effect of being back here; their ghosts are harder to ignore.
again — trying not to think about it.
anyways.
climbing wall, armory, sword-fighting practice, archery field, and free time on the beach.
to conclude: capture-the-flag, a friday night camp-half blood tradition.
you’re praising annabeth for her latest strategy that led to blue team victory when you notice luke. he was also on the blue team, but instead of celebrating with the rest of you, he’s speaking to someone who’s wearing a red helmet. they seem to be in a heated discussion, one that luke is not wanting to continue. his tells are the same, after all these years: the impatient tapping of his foot, his eyes searching for an out.
you give it to him.
“sorry, i need to borrow this guy.” you say, grabbing luke’s wrist. “camp emergency.”
if the person said anything, you didn’t hear it, because you were already dragging luke away from the crowd, towards the armory shed.
“what’s the emergency?” luke wonders, brows furrowed in concern. he has deep shadows under his eyes, too. keeping the ship that is camp half-blood afloat has clearly taken a toll on him.
“you wanting to get out of that conversation. you’re welcome.” you wink at him; luke flushes, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s annoyed, or if he's just flustered. “so, are you gonna keep ignoring me the whole summer?”
you put your helmet on one of the shelves and turn back to luke. you expected him to start removing his armor as well, but he doesn’t. he just glares at you, arms crossed over his chest.
so, he’s annoyed, then.
“what do you expect?” luke hisses. “you can’t come back here and pretend that everything can be like it was when we were kids. things are different now, especially between us.”
you decide to take him up on his challenge.
“oh? tell me, luke, what exactly is different between us?”
luke shakes his head in disbelief. you remove your chest plate, and that’s when the tattoo on your waist becomes visible. it’s a magnolia, like one of the flowers that bloomed on the tree outside may castellan’s house.
something in luke softens, then. he sighs.
“you could have at least given me a warning.”
he storms off, and you’re left half-armored, wondering what he meant by that.
you figure it out once a few of you settle down for a late-night, underground poker game, and you’re trying not to stare at luke’s hands.
it starts with you telling yourself that you’re just trying to predict what cards he’s holding, figure out if he’s bluffing, and if he’s about to lose everything he’d so confidently bet on.
but then you notice the silver thumb ring that thalia got him for his 17th birthday. you notice an array of hair ties and elastic bands he keeps just in case a camper needs them, and woven bracelets given to him by his admirers. you notice how the tattoo on his wrist is covered. (it’s hidden well, but you know it’s there — you’d gotten one of a wing, the kind that might be found on a pair of magical red converse, at the same time)
you also notice the forest green painted on luke’s nails, the same shade worn by the person beside him.
van, the new head counsellor of the hephaestus cabin. you’d seen them at staff meetings, but you somehow did not notice that they were dating luke.
he moved on — is that why luke needed a warning? is that what's changed between you?
it’s fine. whatever. so what if luke has a new partner? it’s not like the two of you were anything, officially.
luke has a new partner. they’re wearing matching nail polish. they’re one of those couples.
well, van is also wearing a nickleback shirt and luke hates nickleback, unless that fundamental part of his personality changed, too.
“yo, sailor neptune. you in or not?” travis brings you out of your daze, by using a nickname luke once called you.
back before becoming heroes, when you and luke were just kids, you’d watch cartoons in his living room on saturday mornings — x-men, she-ra: princess of power, teenage mutant ninja turtles, sailor moon. a lifetime ago.
you look around the table and see that everyone has been waiting for you to take your turn. even luke raises an eyebrow at you.
“yeah.” you clear your throat and throw some chips into the centre. “i’m in.”
you have decent enough cards to keep you in the game, and you’re comfortable that you can play the odds in your favor. the stoll brothers are good liars, you know that, and so is luke. malcolm pace is good at strategy, but thankfully not as good as his half-sister annabeth. pollux, who had invited you to the game, already folded along with butch, the son of iris who has a rainbow tattoo on his bicep to prove it. beside you, lou ellen, daughter of the hecate, contemplates her next move. clovis has fallen asleep, true to their title as head counsellor of the hypnos cabin. you can’t get a read on van, but they keep raising the stakes so confidently, and you’ve always liked a good challenge.
soon enough, it’s only you and van in the bet. when it comes time to reveal your cards, you curse yourself for overplaying your hand.
“good game,” van says to you as they collect their winnings. “you really had me going there.”
“yeah.” your smile is strained, but it’s there nonetheless. “tried my best.”
“guess the curse of achilles doesn’t help as much in poker as it does in capture the flag.”
“excuse me?” you raise an eyebrow.
luke, who had one arm casually draped around van’s chair the entire game, pulls away. “van, maybe don’t —”
“it’s not like it’s a secret, luke. they’re the prophecy kid, everyone knows they bathed in the river styx to be able to fight kronos. it’s camp legend.”
other than you, luke, and van, everyone else is occupied with something else. connor busies himself shuffling the cards, while lou ellen, malcolm, and pollux get up for more drinks. it seems like butch and travis have their own bet going to see who can balance the most chips on clovis’ forehead without waking him up.
van waits for an answer. you’re a little queasy, and it’s not from the wine pollux managed to snag from his dad’s office. you’re suddenly faced with the reality that your life is reduced to a legend. you try your best to swallow that feeling, of being made into a greek tragic hero while your heart is still beating, and your life is still a mess.
“that’s relevant, why?”
“just that some people might consider the invulnerability thing an unfair advantage in physical competitions like capture the flag,” van explains. “increased strength and all that.”
“that would mean nothing without a good strategy,” you counter.
“that’s what i said,” luke grumbles.
you recognize van now as the person luke was arguing with earlier. it must have been about this.
about you.
“okay, y’all were best friends, so luke is obviously going to take your side.”
you’re not sure what stings more: friends or were.
“although, he never really talks about you, which is weird because you’re, like, famous in and outside camp.”
ouch. that definitely stings the most. luke winces slightly, almost like he feels it, too.
“alright, alright,” connor interjects, shuffling the cards in his hands. “another round?”
you’re the only one who decides to call it a night. everyone says goodbye; even van, who’s blissfully unaware of the effect their words had on you. luke avoids your gaze. the game continues without you.
percy’s snoring provides enough cover as you sneak into your shared cabin. you try to sleep, but it doesn’t come easy.
you feel the spot underneath your rib, the one spot you’re truly vulnerable, ache.
summer — age 17
for the first time in your life, you couldn’t breathe underwater. you were swimming in acid, and your skin was melting away.
at least, that’s what it felt like to bathe in the river styx. achilles could have mentioned that, but all he gave was a cryptic warning about anchoring yourself to what makes you mortal.
you really tried at first. you thought about your friends at camp. you thought about percy, about your aunt back when she was still around. you even thought about may castellan, burnt cookies and saturday mornings.
the pain was too much, though.
you were forgetting where you were, who you were. with every passing second, you were dissolving into nothing.
“if you wanted to go for a swim, you should have told me. i would have worn my swimsuit.”
luke’s voice echoed across the waves. you tilted your head up to see him sitting on the dock above you, his feet dangling into the water. he had rolled up his jeans to just above his ankles so they didn’t get wet, but his shoes were still on, which was a bit strange. the sun made his eyes look like burnt amber, his teeth sparkling as he smiled at you.
okay. cool.
you were at camp. it was mid-afternoon, free period. the two of you had been at the edge of the lake, until you became impatient and jumped in, fully clothed. behind him, you could see that annabeth, thalia, and percy were waiting for you on the shore. they were each wearing orange camp shirts, which was also strange; you couldn’t remember a time when you were all there together, as campers.
“we better go, sailor,” luke said, amusement laced throughout his words. “come on. those cabins aren’t gonna inspect themselves.”
luke extended his hand to you. when you hesitated, he added:
“i can’t do this without you. will you stay with me?”
you reached up and grabbed luke’s hand.
always.
you emerged from the water, catching your breath as you collapsed on the sand.
“oh gods. are you okay?”
your cousin, nico diangelo, son of hades, knelt down next to you. he tried to check your pulse, but you waved him away. your eyes searched for luke, but he wasn’t there, despite feeling the ghost of his hand in your own.
oh.
you weren’t at camp; you were in the underworld. it was nico’s idea for you to take on the curse of achilles so that you’d be strong enough to face kronos.
“did it work?”
you got up, a bit uneasy on your feet at first. nico helped steady you, his hands cold on your skin.
you felt….stronger wasn’t the right word. you felt adrenaline coursing through your veins, like you could swim across the biggest ocean without pausing once. like you could defeat an entire army and not break a sweat. maybe even take down a titan or two while you're at it.
you needed to see luke again, to meet him and the others in manhattan before it was too late.
“let’s hope so.”
now
you always loved mornings at camp half-blood. the beach was particularly beautiful at sunrise, the water peaceful.
the morning after that impromptu poker game, you need that peacefulness to wash over you. you’re awake after a rather sleepless night, deciding to go for a quick run before breakfast. you get dressed and grab your mp3 player, as quietly as you can to avoid waking up percy (who, truthfully, could probably sleep through a hurricane anyways).
you jog from one end of the beach to the other. you set a steady rhythm, somewhere between the beat of your music and the sound of waves gently washing over the shore. when you make your way back down to where you started, you notice someone sitting nearby.
luke doesn’t say anything when you first sit next to him. he’s wearing a dark blue hoodie over his usual orange shirt, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. you imagine that he confiscated it from a camper on the way here.
“morning,” he finally whispers, eyes fixed towards the ocean.
you shiver, and not just from the cool morning air. you’re reminded of the last time luke spoke to you so softly, the last time you’d caught an early morning sunrise together. such a contrast to where you are now.
“morning,” you finally reply.
as the sound of waves fills the silence between you, luke surprises you by taking a lighter out of his pocket. he lights the cigarette and takes a puff. then, he hands it to you.
it’s such an odd, though not unwelcomed, gesture. a peace offering, you figure, but it’s just so not luke that you can’t help yourself.
“is golden boy luke castellan, offering me contraband? what planet am i on?”
the hint of a smile creeps onto his face. “like i said: things are different now,” he echoes his words from the night before, but this time you don’t sense any hostility.
you take a drag of the cigarette. your fingers brush against his when you return it to him.
you decide to offer a peace offering as well, and present to him one of your earbuds — he accepts. you have to slide across the sand to move closer to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
i’m feelin’ rough, i’m feeling raw / i’m in the prime of my life….
as the song plays, you glance to see luke nodding along, tapping a finger on his knee to the beat. he lets the cigarette smoulder in his other hand.
we’re fated to pretend / to pretend / yeah, yeah, yeah….
when the song is over, luke turns to you.
“new group?” he brings the cigarette to his lips, then gives it back to you.
“kinda.” you inhale, letting the smoke warm your lungs before explaining. “this is considered they’re breakthrough album. they’re from connecticut, actually.”
“oh, yeah? guess that’s where all the talent is from.”
luke bumps his shoulder against yours knowingly. you feel your cheeks heat up at his praise, his witty sincerity.
this is familiar — you and luke, at the beach, sharing music. it’s familiar, and for a few moments, you can act like there isn’t a wall between you, of unresolved feelings and harsh words. you can pretend that nothing has changed.
“you know, nickleback are from connecticut, too. which means you just called them talented.”
luke coughs on some smoke as he exhales with a laugh. “what? no i didn’t!”
“in a roundabout way. i always knew you were an undercover fan,” you tease.
“i have better taste than that.”
“do you?”
“you’re fucking with me,” luke deadpans.
you crack a smile. “yeah, i’m fucking with you.”
“gods, you scared me for a second,” he laughs, and you can’t help but follow. luke glances at you and the sunshine highlights his smile, his dark brown curls, the ever-changing color of his eyes. golden, radiant.
you shiver again, looking away. before you know it, you feel something draped across your shoulders.
“i’m not sure van would like it if i was wearing your hoodie.” you joke, but your words are laced with a bitterness you hope luke doesn’t catch. unlucky for you, luke still knows you too well, whether he likes it or not.
“you don’t get to do that.”
“do what?”
luke scoffs. “be jealous.”
“well, you don’t get to tell me how to feel.”
“so, you are jealous?”
you exhale sharply; you can practically feel the wall between you two reappear.
“it’s too early, lu. and i’m too hungover to deal with this.”
there’s nothing more left to say. you get up, throw his hoodie on the sand, and walk back towards your cabin, the beach and luke further away with every step you take.
it makes sense that way: you were always the one to leave first.
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Dependence Pt. 4 (Roy!Sibling x Roy Family)
((SUCCESSION SPOILERS))
Character/s: Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Roman, Logan
Word Count: 2,538
Warning: addiction, drugs, alcohol, death, grief
Inspired By: I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski
Tag: @locke-writes
A/N: This was one of the best and one of the most heartbreaking episodes I've ever seen. That being said, omfg. All I could think of was Baby Roy. My heart broke for Roman. It was beautiful and an honest portrayal of grief, but I was not ready at all. I wasn't planning on writing anymore parts, but I just couldn't help myself. This episode was too good to leave it be. I'm really happy with how it turned out! this has been my favorite series to write, Baby Roy is so fun to write and it makes me so happy to know you guys like it too!!! Thank you!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜
Dependence Pt. 1 / Dependence Pt. 2 / Dependence Pt. 3 / Dependence Pt. 5
Being The Youngest Roy Would Include Pt One.
Being The Youngest Roy Would Include Pt. Two
You can still taste the whiskey in the back of your throat. It’s a familiar burning. It’s something you shouldn’t welcome with open arms, but when have you ever turned away from a love that could kill you? When have you been shown any other kind of affection? Their hugs always came with a stab in the back, right between your vertebrae. They were always intentional with their strokes, never wanting to waste a moment, a movement. What you wouldn’t give for a drink right now. Salted rim. Ice. Something bright, something colorful, something to make this all go away. You were so close last time, tip toeing on the edge. Where he fell, you flew, dragged back by the skin of your teeth. You didn’t want to be saved, you wanted to be free. The memories are hazy, but your throat was scratchy, voice patchy, as if you’d been screaming. As if you’d been begging. No one explained, though you had a feeling they all heard. They looked at you differently now. You knew what they said behind your back, your fathers old posse, what they thought of you. Suicidal. Maybe. What did they care about? Now you started what could have been. The casket, the rows and rows of nameless faces, most never shedding a tear over your old man, over you. The violins, the church, the halo effect the light gives as if anyone in this room were remotely holy. You hadn’t had anything since the incident, nothing to drink, nothing to use, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t still feel it, want it. After the charcoal, the sick, after that, it seemed like you could never get rid of that boozy taste in your mouth. Faint, but there. Mocking you, your sobriety. What your father would have said to you after the incident plays on loop in your mind. That if you wanted to cry he would give you something to cry about, if you wanted to die he would give you something to die about.
Too late, you think, you beat me to it.
Your mother sat beside Caroline and Kerry, making the ever rare appearance in the world to grieve her ex-spouse. She hugged you as she came in, doing the same with your brothers and sister, reminding you this wasn’t the kind of event that came with an open bar. You smiled, unsure of what else to do, unsure of what to say, struck as if you’d been slapped across the face. She wasn’t there. She didn’t see you, in that bed, in that condition. You hadn’t even attempted to call her in that haze, you’d gone to your dead father instead. You knew. You knew even as you lay dying that she would not offer the comforts you so desperately wanted. She would not let you go in peace. Someone must’ve filled her in, though by the look in her eye you’d never know it. She was as jaded and hostile as ever. She seemed satisfied with herself, her quip, moving on to your sister and her big news. Your eyes stung. Someone put their hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Connor or Kendall. You never found out who. Suddenly you were drained. Of life, of everything, wanting to lay down on the pew and sleep forever. You let your siblings talk. You let them wander off to their prospective parties, sticking by Connor like a little kid, becoming his shadow. Since that night he hasn’t let you out of his sight. He takes care of you. He makes sure you’re doing okay. The others call, checking in more than they ever have, all of them feeling guilty. You didn’t mean to. You didn’t mean to make such a mess. You were just so angry, so alone. You were tired of fighting this thing inside of you that could not be controlled, that threatened to burn you alive.
Time passes strangely. There are gaps in between. You don’t remember sitting down or watching them carry him in, only that he rests in the aisle and you cannot stop yourself from holding your breath. You can’t take your eyes off the casket. He’s really in there, you think, he’s really gone. Part of you still thinks this is all one massive trick. That he’s going to pop up and laugh, making a fool out of all of you. You wait, but he does not stir. Despite their best efforts, Ewan takes his place at the podium. He talks of his brother and sister, Rose. Of Logan's life before you, before the money. You’d never heard any of this before. Your fathers life was a series of scattered bits of information and assumptions to fill in the gaps. You only had a handful of real facts about him, ones that weren’t superficial like his age and birthday. The realization seeps into your skin: you never even knew him. You watch the same thought in your siblings' expressions. The quiver of Roman’s bottom lip. The glazed over look in Kendall's eyes. Even Connor, your oldest brother, the one who knew him the longest, stared forward as if he were desperate to breathe and Ewans words were the only oxygen in the room. All of you hopeless without him, without this story, as if you were hearing about him for the first time. The man you wanted to be loved by so frantically was nothing but a stranger. He kept all of you at arms length, not wanting to get hurt again. Now here you were, hurting, missing out on a father, a real father, because of his fears. You dug your nails into your palms, wanting to scream.
You watched him crumble before you. He’d been so confident, so manic, you should have known. You should have known all that pre-grieving was masochistic bullshit. His words catch in his throat, his hands shuffle his cards around, until finally he needs to step down, the tears glistening in his eyes. All of you reflectively stand, meeting him at the bottom of the stairs. He is sobbing now, trying to keep it all in. Is he in there? He asks. Can we get him out? Connor steps in front of you, taking his little brother by the arm, as if he doesn’t want you to see this, as if he can protect you from their pains, their sorrows. Roman holds his hands in front of his face, shielding himself from the fury of a ghost. Through your siblings, you grab his cards from his shaking hand. I can do it, you say, catching their eyes. Even Roman, his puppy dog eyes wide and scared and sad, are surprised. I got this. You sound more confident than you feel. None object, though you watch Ken and Shiv share an argument with just their eyes. You smile at Roman, assuring him it’s okay. You have to be there for them, too. You have to be there for them like they’ve been for you. Your tiny crowd dissipates, all of them sitting around him. You take your place at the podium. There is such a huge turnout you can’t see everyone's faces, though you have a feeling you know what they’re thinking. Frank leans over, whispers something to Gerri. You clear your throat, looking over what your brother has written. Fuck. Clutching the cards, you think quickly. The silence hangs in the air thick. I didn’t know my father, you start. Not well, at least. He wasn’t, uh, he wasn’t an easy man to get to know. Some chuckle. He spent most of his time at work, with all of you. Even as a little kid, I thought that’s where Dad lived, in the office. I had no idea uh, I had no idea they lived at home with their family. More laughter. You cannot look at anyone else but your siblings. They nod at you, encouraging you to go on. Someone got Roman water. You offer a sympathetic smile at him, knowing this will haunt him. Tears are welling up in your eyes as you speak, laughter catching in your throat. I, uh, I still can’t believe it, you know? You swallow a sob. I keep thinking that he’s going to come out of nowhere, that this was just some joke he’s playing on us. That we’ll hear his laugh out of nowhere and he’ll be back. It’s not though, it can’t be. It's too real now. Your hands begin to shake, the concerned faces of your brothers and sister blurred by tears. You catch your mother wiping her dry face with a tissue. Kendall inches forward, ready to come to your rescue. I didn’t know him well, but I miss him every single day. I miss the way he used to yell and that disappointed look he gave when we messed up. I miss his condescending tone and the way he danced around an apology. I miss him. We all do. He wasn’t uh, he wasn’t an easy man to love, but who is?
Connor takes your hand in his, giving it three squeezes. Kendall went up, then Shiv. you can’t hear their words, you can only watch them try to keep themselves together. They share stories of your father, from a childhood before you. You liked hearing about it, as sad as it may be. You were grateful they had each other, that they didn’t grow up so alone. Your head rests on Rome’s shoulder, his sniffling quiet, cautious, as if your father could hear him. On the other side of the church, your mother sobs loudly. The rest of Logan's wives and girlfriends come to her rescue, comforting her, despite not a single tear being shed. You roll your eyes, wishing the day over as fast as possible. You keep close behind Connor and Willa, who are thanking the sea of nameless faces for coming. People you’ve never seen before, people you’ve seen in passing, in Christmas cards, others you have the terrible feeling that they came only to check that the old man was, in fact, truly dead. You take the car with them all the way to the graveyard where his mausoleum stands tall and daunting. Crisp, harsh lines draw you into where he hoped you would all be buried alongside him. If they hadn’t brought you back, if they hadn’t found you when they did, would you be in there now? Would you have taken the first available slot, destined to share eternity with a man who fucking hated you? A shudder goes through your body. Shiv mistakes it for grief, holding your arm. It is cold and sterile, the very place you would have expected him to be. The ground, the bugs, that’s too dirty. Too much. He never would have been cremated either. He didn’t want to rot, you think, as if this place could prevent that. Roman stands near the doorway, not wanting to go in. You wait beside him, not saying a word. Too much empathy, too much compassion, and you’ll drive him away. No, he just needs his time. You watch Connor place his hand on the places in the wall, as if he has already claimed it on his own. You drop your gaze, trying to stop the thoughts from coming. What if, one day, you’re the only one left? What then? How will you go on without them, all of them? Tears fall silently down your cheeks. You couldn’t do it without them. They were your mother and fathers, they raised you, they saved you. Without them, without them you would be nothing. You never would have made it this far, seen this many years. Despite their faults, despite everything, you owed your life to them. You always would.
Your brother disappears before you can stop him, shutting himself into isolation, into the car. None of you move, none of you get up to get him, your eyes all transfixed on what’s being done before you. Settled into his final resting place. All that anger, all that rage, where does it go? Does it come back to you? Does it belong to you now? You haven’t been angry since that night, not like how it was, your rage replaced with gratitude. You weren’t happy to be back, to be here, but it was better than the alternative. If they’d had to bury you too, you’re not sure what they would have done. Before you thought your absence meant nothing. That they’d known how to function in a world without you before, they could do it again. The way they looked at you when you woke up, when you cried, you realized just how much you’d put them through, how they seemed to age decades under those fluorescent lights. You apologized profusely, but they wouldn’t hear it. They blamed themselves, all of them. You didn’t want to be here. You didn’t want to be tied back to this life, this meaningless existence, but you couldn’t let yourself hurt them anymore.
The reception is crowded, everyone sharing their condolences. Kendall gets you a water before disappearing to talk to Mencken, Roman following obediently. He makes sure you’re okay on your own, that it’ll only be a minute. You assure him you’ll be alright, really. How he would have hated this, you smile. All these people pretending to have known him, sympathizing with his children. As far as he was concerned you deserved nothing. You deserved less than nothing. You wade through the room. They’re off, doing their own things, trying each and every one of them to one day take over. You never wanted that, you never thought it was your rightful place. You know what you want and it doesn’t involve this. It doesn’t involve schmoozing, it doesn’t involve high stakes and high stress. What wouldn't save your family from this, but it’s too late. It always was. They were pitted against one another before you were even born. You sip your water, forever wishing it were something stronger. The impulse is still there. It always has been, always will be. It didn’t leave just because he did. It didn’t escape you just because he did. It sits in the middle of your chest and it is bitter for being ignored. You did it once, a whole year, you can do it again. You will do it again. If not for yourself, if never for yourself, then for them. For Connor, for Kendall, for Siobhan, for Roman. For the people who have always loved you, always will. Logan is dead. He will be. He didn’t care then and he won’t care now, but they will. It’s up to you to do better, be better, stay sober. It's not easy, it never has been, it never will be. But don’t they deserve that? Don’t each of them deserve that from you? You watch them, each of them, laugh and roll their eyes and try to find their way in this world without him. If they can do it, if they can find a reason to show up, to be there, so can you. Right?
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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅!
synopsis . . . in which neytiri experiences the five stages of grief after experiencing your death first hand , and getting her revenge . . .
warnings . . . atwow spoilers!! , major character death , violence , gore , major angst
NAVIGATION | MASTERLIST
“T’syirana!”
The entire clan, gathered around, witnessing the birth of the mighty Toruk Makto and Tsahìk’s second born, a beautiful baby girl with big bright yellow eyes and bright blue stripes running down her face. Her hands were so small, born with four fingers, only able to wrap two of her fingers around her father’s.
The clan was in delight, the Sully’s second born was indefinitely going to be the brightest of them all. And she was. Her eyes brightened at the sight of the nature, her heart opened to all, and her hands wrapped so softly against the softness of her mother’s.
Her name was T’syirana, and she was going to be known for all of eternity, even after her selfless sacrifice.
DENIAL
Seeing her daugher, laying there, her eyes no longer holding the same brightness they always did, now only staring at her blankly. Her body covered in red, contrasting with the beautiful blue she expressed, her body laying still in her arms, Neytiri began to change her vision.
Staring into the eyes of T’syirana, she saw the same little girl that would run free in her sight, expressing her joy to the plants of Pandora, the waters of the Metkayina reef, and the creatures of the sea. She saw the girls hands running softly against the grass, she saw her heart open to her siblings, protecting them against the dangers of the sky people, and she saw her sacrifice herself to save them.
“T’syirana?” Her voice whispered, hoping this was all in her mind, that when she had descended from the sky onto the rock her mate and son’s laid with another body, that she was just witnessing another dream of scares. That her daughter wasn’t actually laying limp in front of her, but she was.
“T’syirana!”
ANGER
As the hands of her mate fell upon her shoulders, trying to bring her into his arms, she let out a heartbreaking scream, feeling anger strike up her spine. She clutched the body of her daughter into her chest, never looking away from the dull yellow eyes that once shown brightly.
Her hands were shaking in angst, her teeth baring in a snarl, her head whipping around, her eyes falling on the large boat, the boat her daughter was shot from.
Jake had never seen his mate so angry before, but he was so numb, he felt his heart lose its breath. His only hope was his wife holding onto the limp body of his first born daughter.
He can feel the anger radiating off of her, and if his body hadn’t felt so numb, he would have felt the same. But his brain had been replaying moments of you, from the moment you were born to the moment he had seen you through the scope of his rifle with a gun to your head.
BARGAINING
“Please, eywa. Please, bring my child back to me. Oh, great eywa.” Her pleasing fell on deaf ears, her cries piercing the souls of each Sully sat on that rock.
She held your head in her hands, praising to her god that she would bring you back, that the great eywa would restore life back into your lifeless body, but it did not happen. It would never happen.
Because as said 16 years ago, praises are always heard, but sometimes never answered.
DEPRESSION
Sobs fell from each Sully on that rock, their hearts splitting in two and crumbling beneath the sand, but none could overpower that of Neytiri Sully, who’s screams could be heard from back home, merely thousands upon thousands of miles away.
Her hands shook, her heart pierced, her eyes stained with tears, and no one could help her. Not one person could stop the screams that fell from her lips, not until her baby girl was brought back to her.
T’syirana Foana Te Sully was dead, but her death would never be forgotten, her sacrifice will never be in vain.
ACCEPTANCE
The moment Neytiri Sully finally laid her daughter down on the hard rock, her mind became frozen. Her memories fell to the deepest part of her brain and locked away, and the only thing keeping her stable were the hands of her husband, the soft pulling of her head, forcing her to face him and look him directly into his eyes.
“I need you to be strong. Strong heart.” His voice had been clear, although it was unclear in her head, her sobs still present, until he spoke again, “They have our daughters.”
REVENGE
Neytiri would like to add another stage to grief, one that would not heal her, nor bring her peace, but give her the feeling of satisfaction for not even half a second, but still long enough.
Her face turned from agony to rage, not even needing to speak a word before picking up the bow her father had told her to protect her clan with, her family, and stepping onto her Ikran.
She had turned into a weapon. A rage filled weapon that filled with many bullets, piercing out of her like arrows. Blood pouring from the enemies of the sky, her bow wrapping around the necks of those who did not even have what it takes to be a warrior, and never looking back.
She was danger. She was the one to be feared of, the person you needed to be scared of, because she would tear you limb from limb and have no regrets.
It was until she picked up the pieces of her bow that rage filled her entire system, overclouding any other emotion she could ever possibly feel, becoming a monster. The screams of men and women did not faze her, and the hand she used to hold a knife against the throat of a boy her daughter had befriended many years ago did not shake.
“A child for a child.”
Quaritch had laughed, speaking out his distaste towards over ever thinking of the child as his own, as it was the child of the once known Colonel Quaritch’s, he was just taken from his memories and placed into an avatar’s body.
But the second the boat had started sinking and the infamous Jake Sully had started to fight him to the death, he had started to regret his choices, just a slim bit.
But it would never matter, because T’syirana Foana Te Sully would never breath again, she would never feel the plants against her fingertips, she would never sing another lullaby again, and she would never, ever, see her family again.
At least, not in this life.
© sicklscream 2023
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Hello there!
First off, I love what you been doin :) I love the lil oc sibling fam 💕 (also would you accept asks for them?)
Secondly, I’d like to ask for a lil somethin (or not so lil) centered around an MC who is plagued with guilt and is struggling with witnessing Sebastian’s bad decision…🥲
General Kenobi! (Sorry lol)
First off, thank you :) and yeah, if anyone would like to send prompts for my OC’s feel free! They’re all loosely based on people I know so it should be easy enough :)
Here you go!
!- mention of death, guilt, negative self talk
Spoiler warning!
MC Dealing with the aftershock of Solomon Sallow's Death
I barely saw it happen. Adrenaline coursed through me. Waves of Inferi kept appearing, and one by one I punched through them with Confringo, or smothered them with Incendio. One particular Inferius was turned into an explosive barrel, and thrown at a clump that had just crawled their way out of the ground. I knew Sebastian and Solomon were duelling each other, but I couldn't afford to pay much mind to them. I heard them though, Sebastian screaming that he wouldn't give up, Solomon calling him foolish for trying. For a moment, I seemed to have a break from the Inferi. I desperately pleaded for both Sebastian and Solomon to stop...
"I won't let her suffer! AVADA KEDAVRA!" Green waves of light slammed into Solomon as he was thrown to the ground. I lost focus. Everything was ringing. Everything was loud. Everything was quiet. I froze. Sebastian had killed his uncle...he went too far. He did exactly what Ominis warned us about. I was snapped out of my haze. "Depulso!" Sebastian was flung into the wall. Anne stood in the entryway of the room. Shocked. She dispatched the rest of the Inferi that had appeared whilst I was in my fog. "Bombarda!" she pointed at Slytherin's spellbook. "No!" cried Sebastian. She ran to Solomon's body. I could see the pain in her eyes. It matched the pain within. "You've made your choice." She said to Sebastian. Tears welled in both of their eyes as she disapparated with him. "Oh Anne. What have you done."
Sebastian picked himself up and ran out of the catacomb. I couldn't let him leave. I tried calling to him but he just ran. He finally stopped outside, at the entrance to the Catacomb. I approached him, cautiously. He was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself about how Solomon had never been there for them, and how he had to cast the Killing Curse. I told him he went too far. He told me to meet him in the Undercroft later, and left. Once again, I was alone with my thoughts, and it was not a very nice place to be.
All I could think of was Ominis. How he was right, all along. How many times did I agree with Ominis but still managed to get dragged along into Sebastian's ordeals? I only wanted to keep him safe. Hope is a powerful tool, and it was helping him...but he went too far. I hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to the Keepers about healing. What was he thinking? He was always reckless, but this was too much. I summoned my Thestral, Nyx, from the Nabsack. I sat down against a tree, and she lay down next to me and rested her head on my lap. Tears fell from my cheeks onto the frozen, hard ground. This was my fault. Ominis was right. I swore I wouldn't let him take this step. Solomon Sallow's death was on my hands.
Not long after, Ominis and Anne found me, still in the same spot. "I'm so sorry, to both of you." I croaked. I could see the tear stains on Anne's face. "You didn't kill my uncle." She told me. Even in her grief, her voice was gentle. Gentle, yet pained. "I may as well have. You said it yourself Ominis. I swore not to let him delve deeper." I gazed into Ominis' hazy pale blue eyes. "Yet here we are." He was silent for a moment. "I didn't mean...please, MC. Don't blame yourself for this." He begged. I looked away. "It's easier this way. It's easier to tell myself that it's my fault. That way, it doesn't mean that Sebastian killed Solomon in cold blood." Anne sat down next to me and placed her hand over mine. "Sebastian made a decision. A terrible one, but he made it. Not you." I hated that my guilt was what we were focusing on. Her caretaker just died from her twin brother's hand. She was an orphan, with nowhere to go and nobody to go with. Yet here she was, telling me that it was okay. "She's right." said Ominis. "If it's your fault then it's also mine. I showed you the scriptorium. I didn't stop him just as much as you didn't." He sounded so desperate. He may have just lost his best friend. "I convinced you to-" I started, but he cut me off. "No. You are not going to take this burden. I won't let you. I may have lost everything but I will not lose you to yourself."
It was at that moment that Nyx rose from my lap and nuzzled Ominis' face. He yelped. "What in Merlin was that?" he squeaked. "A thestral." Anne chuckled. How she was even able to smile now was beyond me. His reaction was rather amusing. "A thestral?" Ominis said, suddenly rather curious. "Her name is Nyx." I told him as I rose from the ground. "She's quite friendly." I offered Anne my hand, and assisted her as she stood. Nyx cantered towards Ominis, placing her muzzle under his outstretched fingers. "It's kind of nice, isn't it? These creatures only some can see." he said as he stroked her skeletal face. "A gift." Anne said softly. "A gift to those of us who have seen death, and must bear that pain." She turned to me. "You did not kill my Uncle." She reiterated. "We all must bear the burden of Sebastian's actions. Not one of us it as fault." She took mine and Ominis' hands. "Together." At that moment, I knew. I knew that I had found friends, who would stay with me and have my back. “She’s right.” Ominis said. “Whatever comes next, we face together.”
#Hogwarts legacy#Hogwarts legacy oc#Sebastian sallow#Ominis gaunt#Anne sallow#Solomon sallow#thestral#Hogwarts oc#harry potter#hogwarts#gryffindor#hufflepuff#ravenclaw#slytherin#hogwarts houses#hogwarts legacy fanfic
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GUYS GUYS I CAN'T KSODKLSOSL!!!1!!1LKDKJ;;S !!!l1JK!::kKD;P SOSKSLSPSODS A;SDOKDLAD I CAN'T EVEN FORM WORDS
spoilers for ep 12 (and a bit for trigun in general) and my overexited ramblings under the cut
you know an episode will be good when where's no opening
so, the twins are meant to be characterized straightforward in every anime adaptation, ig. it's not bad, but the manga twists their personalities 180° and it adds SO MUCH nuance (I'll talk about this at length some day)
tbh I had to pause for laughter when knives was YEETED outta the gate (I have sense of humor of a five year old)
everybody already said everything, but still. OG HAIR COMEBACK OMG AHRAHAAKFJDlahjddjha!!!!!!!! ;!!! ;! and not only hair, but the whole characterization this episode was much closer to trimax vash, and not just sadboy depressive bbg
MERYL/REM PARALLELS LETS GOOOO!!! like, I guessed this would happen, but the visuals, the tension and pure GRATITUDE in vash's voice when he was able to break free from his mental prison... we're eating good
speaking of eating, I CAN'T get over that moment when vash deadass BIT KNIVES. that's peak sibling behavior, he's literally fighting tooth and nail over there
also mashwood is so real tonight!! love love love meryl&nico interactions in stampede, they barely spoke to each other in other versions! and the look of relief on vash's face when he sees nico skedaddling away with meryl!!! he's so glad that they're gonna be okay and that nico made the right choice and came back to help, if briefly. interstingly, he was able to remember everyone, but after the explosion at the end he still lost his memory.
and THE WINGS, DUDE!!!! it gives the finale of trimax, when they both had only one wing left..... still missing feathers, but I love the diversity with knives's, eh... knives, and vash's energy/void or whatever that is, I support it
he's so pathetic even when he looks cool, homeboy had NO control when he used his wing for the first time... cudos for learning new powers on the spot tho
ow ow ow that scene with the military hurt... and he couldn't even save them!
"why are you like that, vash?" "I'm vash the stampede" "IT'S BEEN OVER A CENTURY AND THIS IS THE BEST YOU COULD CAME UP WITH" same here, knives, he's hopeless. I anticipated that moment, but it probably hits even hard for stampede onlys
angel arm!!! tho it's not that angelic now... how are we gonna call it? I take suggestions. rip arm and coat, I feel like we'll actually get a more trimax leaning design next season!
to all the ppl (myself included) who wanted to see vash cry properly... are you happy? ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY??? after the last episode, after all the mental torture knives put him through, vash still doesn't want to hurt him and, just like knives, can't handle the distance between them.......... I am inconsolable. and as much as knives wanted to break vash, it hurts him so much to see those tears irl....... but he just can't stop, because they're both SO FUCKING STUBBORN and it already took to much to get there and he just can't. stop. now.
"nai is dead, you killed him" first of all, *sounds of screaming crying throwing up*. second of all, his name is million knives, vash, stop deadnaming your brother/j
the death scene itself.... oh it's soo good and yummy. I know this mf isn't fully dead and conrad will fix him, but still. he can have a second death of self as a treat
btw, gotta adress my earlier theory about "happy birthday" being metaphorical. no, it is in fact July 21st, and tristamp lasted about two months in universe. still pretty hard for me to believe, it felt five times shorter due to the pacing. but it is what it is: I'm esht and I was wrong, I'm singing the esht wrong song
and just as I thought this would be the end of it, WE GOT A FLASH FORWARD THAT HAD BASICALLY EVERYTHING WE WERE HOPING FOR AND MORE
RAISED BOUNTY! MERYL GIRLBOSSIFICATION!! a hint at insurance society (tho that was more of a threat and she's still a journalist). MILLY CONFIRMATION!!! ERIKS' LACK OF ARM AND AMNESIA!!!! EARTH FLEET AND CHRONICA!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!
IT'S GONNA BE GOOD SEASON 2 IS GONNA BE EVEN BETTER I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONE MARROW
#this episode destroyed me#but when it also gave me life and hope in the future of stampede#cause it's not great. it's definitely good but has problems. I'll wait for the entire dub to come out so I can binge it and analyse properl#but the ending is great and I honestly think that the 2nd season could fix things and become better#let 'em cook is what I'm saying#I need to process all of this. might draw something#trigun stampede#trigun#vash the stampede#vash#trigun stampede spoilers#millions knives#trigun spoilers#meryl stryfe#milly thompson#wolfwood
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❗❗❗ SPOILERS for Baldur’s Gate 3 - ACT 3 ❗❗❗ I wrote another little thing, this time between Rhae and Astarion. SPOILERS for Astarion's 'The Pale Elf' quest.
"I can't believe you lied to them."
Rhaenyra was still shaken by the encounter. They'd all been asleep in camp when Astarion's yell of "Get the hell away from me!" has roused her. Eyes wide as she jerked upwards on her sleeping mat, she saw two beings almost creeping towards her beau. Going by the glowing red of their eyes, she wondered if they were also vampires.
Astarion sneered but his eyes gave him away. "Who cares? They're only spawn."
"You're a vampire spawn as well."
They'd been two of his vampire siblings, two other people whose lives had been thrown into slavery by Cazador, just like Astarion had.
"They're your siblings" she added, turning to him. "Do you not care about their deaths? You shared the same torment, whether you like to admit it or not. Do you truly have no compassion towards them?"
Her words were greeted by silence until, after a long minute, he spoke. His words were both harsh and regretful. "I can't be that person you see in me."
Rhaenyra scowled. "So I'm supposed to believe the worst of you? I could've done that before. I could have sent you away - or worse - the night I caught you trying to drink my blood. I could've encouraged the others to drive you away when they found out. I could've screamed and shouted at you when you revealed that you initially chose to seduce me in an attempt to manipulate me into protecting you. I could've insisted you sleep with me, even though you weren't ready for that again. I could've forced you to drink that drow's blood!"
Her words were relentless and looked liked they hit home. Astarion looked uneasy and he watched her rant, eyes flashing with anger.
"You could have" he admitted weakly.
Rhaenyra scoffed impatiently. "But I didn't, did I?"
"No" he said softly, eyes gentle as he gazed at her.
"I chose to give you a chance. I chose to protect you. I chose to sleep with you. I chose to forgive you. I chose to help you. I chose to take your feelings into account."
Astarion stepped closer so he was within arm's reach of her.
Her own voice lowered as she reached across and took his hand her own, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. "I did all that, because I trust you. Because I saw the good in you. Because I care for you."
Astarion's eyes were full of tears. "Nobody...nobody's ever said a kind word to me, or been kind towards me...until you. Nobody is like you."
"There are many like me who'd let you into their hearts if you gave them a chance" she refuted.
He shook his head, looking vulnerable. "Don't sell yourself so short. There is nobody else in world like you. Who is kind, calm, reasonable, loving, strong and sweet. There is only you, my love."
Rhaenyra's own eyes were filled with tears. They'd been a different weight to the words 'my love' than it usually did. Before, he'd said them in like they were lines of a script, perfectly crafted to persuade her.
But now...it sounded like he meant it.
It had been a few weeks since the last time they'd kissed. Since they'd arrived in the Lower City, their time had been taken up with resourcing allies and restocking their camp. She'd not had much time with Astarion since before Rivington and now...now his lips looked very inviting.
She resisted the impulse, respecting that she'd promised him that the control would be up to him. Until he felt more comfortable with his own freedom, she would let Astarion take the lead on if they became intimate again.
"Can...can I try something?"
Astarion was almost breathless.
She blinked and a couple tears escaped her eyes. "Of course" she whispered.
He lifted his free hand and wiped away the fallen tears, running the back of his hand across the silky softness of her cheek. As she watched, he traced the bottom of her jaw and pulled her chin towards his. Instinctively. Rhaenyra's breathing slowed and when he was close enough to feel his breath on her face, her eyes closed involuntarily.
His lips were soft, smooth and just as delicious as the last time. As he leant forwards, cupping her face and drawing her closer with his hand on her hip, Astarion kissed her gently, slowly and with an intensity that stunned her into silence. She reciprocated after a few seconds but let him lead, winding her arms around his neck. He paused, looking back at her long enough for her to open her eyes and smile at him.
"Gods, I missed this" was all he said before he dived in closer, more passionately this time. His kiss was firmer and more demanding, almost as if he was a drowning man desperate for oxygen.
She pulled him closer, running her hands through his silver curls and traced the outline of his pointed ears, delighted when she heard his soft moan of pleasure.
#Baldur's Gate 3#Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction#SPOILERS FOR ACT 3#YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED#Astarion#Baldurs Gate 3#Baldur's Gate Three#Baldur's Gate III#Baldurs Gate Three#Baldurs Gate III#BG3 Rhaenyra
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Hate | eddie munson
SPOILER FREE
fandom | Stanger Things
character | Eddie Munson
reader | (munson) no pronouns used
requested | anonymous
warnings | angst, shitty older sibling, reader gets called a whore, brief mention of drugs
word count | 531
keys | (Y/n) = Your name
summary | hi can I request a fic with a younger sibling of Eddie Munson where Eddie is very mad at the reader for wearing a kinda of revealing with fishnets and vinyl and Eddie is like people are going to treat U like a whore but the reader snaps and yells at Eddie that he is a horrible brother Like pure angst
editor | @feliscatus-exe
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You hummed quietly as you sat in front of the mirror propped against your wall. The radio was tuned to a random station, playing a song you vaguely recognized enough to know the beat but not enough to know the words.
You uncapped your black pencil eyeliner and slowly drew a line under your bottom and top lid. You smudged it with your middle finger until the line was no longer there and all that remained was a dark shadow around your eyes. You then pulled your eye down and began to apply the eyeliner to your waterline.
Once you were finished, you stood up and checked your outfit, making sure you looked good. Everything seemed to be in order so you grabbed your backpack and turned off your radio to conserve electricity.
“Eddie, I’m ready!” You called as you walked out of your room and into the living room. Eddie was sitting on the couch, watching TV as he waited for you. He glanced at you before frowning.
“What are you wearing?” He asked. You raised your eyebrows.
“Clothes?” You asked, unsure of what he meant.
“You look like a whore.” He replied. You crossed your arms.
“I’m wearing fishnets and shorts? How do I look like a whore?” You asked.
“Since when do you dress like that?” He asks as he stands up.
“There’s nothing wrong with how I’m dressed.” You fight back.
You never got along with your older brother, but lately, he’d been acting worse than usual. If you had to put money on what it was, you’d say it was his drug use, but you knew he’d never admit that. Every day he had to pick a fight with you about something, no matter how small, and you were getting sick of it. You weren’t going to back down this time.
“Seriously? Do you want people to treat you like a whore (Y/n)? Go back into your room and change.” Eddie says, glaring down at you.
“I’m not changing! I like my outfit and there’s nothing wrong with it!” You yell.
“I’m not fucking asking (Y/n) Munson. You’re not going to school looking like a whore on my watch so go fucking change!” He yelled back. The volume of his voice brought tears to the corners of your eyes. You were so overwhelmed with emotion that you shoved him and stormed back to your room. You slammed your door shut and began to cry.
“You’re a horrible brother! I hate you!” You scream through the door as you sink onto the ground.
“Find your own fucking ride to school then!” He yelled. You could hear the front door slam shut as you choked out another sob. You held yourself as you continued to shake and cry, hearing your brother's piece of shit car peel off.
After crying for who knows how long, you looked up from your knees and saw yourself in your mirror. Your eyeliner was terribly smudged and running down your cheeks. You sniffled and wiped your face, sighing before leaning your head against the wall and looking at the ceiling.
“I hate you.” You whispered, before starting to cry once again.
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanfic#stranger things ff#stranger things fic#st#st fanfiction#st fanfic#st ff#st fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x gn reader#gn reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson ff#eddie munson fic#canislupus.txt#hate
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What I Missed - Loki Laufeyson
summary: while in custody at the TVA, loki realizes what he misses from the future, only to be surprised by what he gets in the present
word count: 2100+
warnings: a little angsty, a little emotional, mention of loki’s death, episode 1 spoilers
Today was certainly not Loki’s day.
Over the course of a few hours (or more, or less, this is the TVA, afterall) he had been in the custody of the Avengers, had happened upon the Tesseract and escaped from New York. It seemed too good to be true, and it was. Just when he thought he had truly outsmarted the Earthly heroes again, he was imprisoned and taken again.
Now here he was, under the supervision of the Time Variance Authority and one, Mobius, a bizarre administrator in charge of tracking down the most dangerous of variants. It all seemed like madness to Loki. He was used to silly games and grandiose tricks but this story of timelines and space lizards seemed beyond even his own trickery. It seemed downright absurd. And annoying.
He had been subject to what he would call an interrogation. Mobius, however, called it a simple conversation. A slideshow of his life, his “greatest hits” as Mobius had called it and a relentless fire of questions, the memory of which continued to burn in his memory:
Should you return, what are you going to do?
King of Midgard? Then what, happily ever after?
King of Space?
Why does someone with so much capability just want to rule?
Do you enjoy hurting people?
That one had burned most of all. Did he enjoy hurting people? Hardly. And it was upsetting to him that anyone would think that. But he also understood what he appeared to be to every other living creature. He had just relived the moment in which he killed that daft agent and his mother. His mother. He refused to believe he was at fault for that. Frigga was the only person who truly saw him and whom Loki cared for deeply. But it seemed so clear in the moving picture, he had led them right to her.
It was in that moment, with tears and rage in his eyes, he knew he needed to get out of the disastrous time circus. He no longer cared to be a monkey in this ring. If he could find the tesseract, he could escape and be free once again.
That plan had gone almost perfectly. The only thing that went wrong - there is no magic in the TVA. No matter how many times he held the tesseract in his hands, wishing it to take him back to Midgard or Asgard, he was met with nothing but the bland walls in this TVA Time Theater. There was no hope in escaping.
Feeling exhausted, Loki slowly moves toward the table in the center of the room. He sits down and admires the machine in front of him. As grim as the stories it held could be, it was still quite fascinating that it could replay the highlights from his life - in a weird way, at least. He reaches out and turns the knob, searching for the moment his mother dies. He finds it and watches in silence for a while, tears beginning to fall down his face.
He turns the knob again.
He sees a future version of himself sitting next to his father and Thor. He watches as his father declares his love for his sons. Sons, plural. Both Thor and him. A small smile graces Loki’s face before Odin disappears, leaving the two men behind. Loki holds back a sob as tears continue to flood from his eyes. His father did love him, did see purpose for him. He wasn’t just the mischievous son. He’s sad that it took this long to understand that, and sad that he never got to experience this himself, even if a future version of him did.
Another turn of the knob.
This scene immediately feels different. He sees a garden, full of life, beautiful flowers blooming in every direction. He sees himself, sitting under a tree smiling next to a young woman. As the scene progresses he realizes this version of him is smiling at you. He lets out a small gasp when he watches the pair share a kiss and wipes the quickly falling tears from his cheeks. He had always loved you, but had never gotten the chance to tell you. The two of you had met through Thor, when he brought both you and Jane to Asgard. He had taken to you quickly, enjoying your similar sarcasm and humor - something that was scarce within his home realm. You, like his mother, had always seen the good in him and had understood his struggle. It was something he would never understand, you being of Midgard. You knew what he had done and had been there to see the destruction, but still saw him not as the God of Mischief or Earth Enemy #1, only Loki. He aches for the fact that he never got to feel the happiness his future self did, especially when it was happiness with you.
Turn the knob.
Loki and Thor stand in a room together. Loki lets out a small laugh in the midst of his tears, wondering how his oaf of a brother managed to lose an eye. Maybe a dumb bet between the two of them, maybe there was a battle amongst the nine realms. He’s quickly pulled from his thoughts as he hears Thor speak.
“Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.”
“Maybe not,” the future Loki responds.
“Thank you,” Thor replies, “If you were here, I might even give you a hug.”
“I’m here.”
Loki smiles and nods to himself. From where he’s sitting now, it’s a wonder that he and his brother ever made up. He realizes now that the fighting and the sibling rivalry may have all been in his head. He, again, curses himself for leaving New York and allowing himself to miss these moments that he’s been waiting his whole life for.
Fast-forward.
He and you lay in a room, seemingly on the same ship as the previous scene. You lay snug against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You hum softly before speaking up.
“I love you, you know.”
By the look on both of your faces, it’s the first time this has been said out loud. There’s nervous tension in the room, Loki can feel it through this screen. He somehow knows the words his future self is going to say before he hears them.
“I love you too, darling. You bring out the best in me.”
You snuggle closer to him, if that’s even possible, and there’s a comfortable silence for a few seconds. Loki takes a moment to admire this picture. It was something he had wanted since he had first met you on Asgard. You had stuck out like a sore thumb, dressed in your casual Midgardian clothes. He couldn’t have missed you even if he tried, nobody could have. And boy was he glad about that now.
“Promise me something,” he watches himself say.
“Anything,” you whisper. “Anything for you, Loki.”
“Promise me, no matter what, you’ll always help me see the good in myself. I’ve too long suffered at the hands of those who desperately wish for me to see the bad.”
You let out a laugh and the Loki stuck in time laughs with you, “Oh, Loki. I wish you could see yourself as I see you. But I promise.”
“Thank you, my love.”
“You, Loki, may be a God, but you will always just be the man I fell in love with. The good, kind, and honorable man I call mine.”
Turn, again.
Loki sees himself kneeling and before he can question why, he watches as his future self moves to attack someone in front of him. When Loki realizes it's Thanos, he’s quickly on his feet, moving closer to the screen. The tears are gone now, and a silent rage burns behind his eyes. There was nothing from Loki but hate for the purple titan. He watches in horror as Thanos picks Loki up from the floor, a death grip on his neck. Loki wonders to himself how he would get himself out of this scenario had he been there. He assumes an illusion would do the trick. However, he notices your distraught figure behind the mad titan. He can hear your screams as you kneel next to Thor, who is imprisoned in cuffs. He hears you call out to him and he knows this will not end well. His suspicions are right when he watches his death. A shocked gasp comes from his throat as the tape in front of him runs out, nothing left to show.
Loki quickly sits back down and closes his eyes, trying his hardest to process the vision he saw. To one version of him, these would have been experiences and now memories. To him, though, these were all subtle tastes of a life he lost. He lost a touching moment with his father and a long awaited declaration of love from him. He lost the reconciliation with his brother and the confession that they had been more partners than rivals. Even though to him it had not yet happened, he missed it all, and it upset him deeply.
What hurt Loki the most was the idea that he lost his chance to feel his love reciprocated. Loki had never had much luck with romance. He was often seen as the sly younger brother and was usually too occupied to try and compete with Thor for the maidens at court. When he met you, he thought he had a chance. You were the first woman who saw him as his own person and not just as Thor’s brother. The relationship between the two of you had blossomed quickly and he found himself always sneaking away from his princely duties to see you. He had shown you his favorite places in Asgard and had opened up to you in ways he had never done before. He loved you and wanted you to be his. His one regret was not initiating a relationship before you had left for Midgard. And he thought his chances had been ruined by his actions in New York. Oh, how wrong he was.
Before Loki can dwell on his future more, Mobius comes bursting into the room.
“Ah Loki, glad you made your way back here. I have something for you,” he says.
“If this is another one of your tricks, I’m not currently in the mood,” Loki responds coolly.
“Just trust me on this one.”
Mobius shouts over his shoulder for someone to “bring her in.” Loki eyes the guards who walk in suspiciously until he notices who they bring with them. He can hardly believe his eyes. The gods in all the realms must be smiling down on him today, after all, because there you stand. He takes in your hideous red and white space suit, emblazoned with the Avengers logo, and he’s at least thankful he missed whatever battle this suit was required for.
He quickly stands and rushes over to you, a smile quickly gracing his face. You meet his gaze with a smile that is just as big and tears begin to flow from your eyes.
“Loki,’ you start. “Is that really you?”
He nods and speaks, although his words are barely audible, “It’s me, my love.”
“God, I thought I lost you forever. That’s why I went back in time to find you.”
Loki nods, now, unable to believe what he’s hearing, “You went back to find me?”
“Yes, but look what good that did me,” you say with a smirk. Loki’s heart pulls and he feels he could fall over right there. Norns, he missed you and your witty humor.
“Well,” he says, reciprocating your sly attitude, “You found me did you not? I might not be the same Loki as you knew, but I am still Loki.”
“The good, kind, and honorable Loki that I call mine.”
Loki smiles and you move forward to give him a hug. You’re cautious, though, because you aren’t exactly sure what part of the timeline this Loki came from. Maybe you had already been dating, maybe not. That was something to figure out another time though.
“Alright then,” Mobius says from behind you, “Let’s get you two caught up on what you missed with each other.”
Today was certainly not Loki’s day. And he had cursed all that was good that he had ended up at the TVA, taken from the life he knew. But now? He didn’t mind. He knew the relationships that were broken with his brother and father had been mended, he knew that one version of him had sacrificed himself for good and he had you, not only in memory but in the flesh. And sure, you had lots to rediscover within your relationship, but you would do that together.
#loki imagine#loki oneshot#loki x reader#loki laufeyson imagine#loki laufeyson oneshot#loki laufeyson x reader#loki series#marvel imagine#marvel oneshot#marvel x reader#loki x you#loki laufeyson x you#loki x y/n
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could u possibly do headcanons for dewey x reader where the reader is his childhood best friends? love ur writing!
I've said it countless times before and I'll say it again: DEWEY MY BELOVED 🧸
Thank you so much for your request, hun! Hope you enjoy the headcanons 💕
Pairing: Dewey Riley x Reader (Gender Neutral) {Platonic}, Dewey Riley x Gale Weathers {Background, Romantic} [Scream]
Warnings: SPOILERS for Scream 1,2&3, Swearing, Mentions of death and guilt
Genre: Platonic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
- You and Dewey met when your family moved into the house neighboring to the one of the Riley family
- You both were five years old at the time, both about to enter the first grade and both very unfamiliar with the whole concept of school
- Your parents moved around a lot because of their jobs so they never enrolled you into kindergarten, hindering you from becoming as social as you probably should've been at that age
- Dewey wasn't much different, he himself was a very shy kid that rarely got along with the other kids in the neighborhood
- In his defense, they were all straight up hooligans that knew nothing better than getting into trouble
- That's another thing you and Dewey had in common: being rule-followers and overall goody-two-shoe's
- It's those very similarities that brought you two close when you started school, turning you both into chatter boxes around one another
- You had plenty of the same interests and loved the same cartoons or comic books etc. which left you with an endless supply of things to talk about
- Over time you started breaking free from your shell and attempted to help Dewey make new friends as well
- Even to this day you’re the more social one between you two
- When you were both eight, Tatum was born and you rascals were overjoyed
- Baby Tatum was already annoyed by you and Dewey since day one and that never changed
- Not when you babysat her as a toddler, not when you’d drop her off and pick her up from the local kindergarten or from school, not in her teenage years
- Never
- And when I say she was annoyed by you, I mean it in the best way possible
- She loved you like a sibling and always preferred you as a babysitter, knowing she could get away with more stuff if you were on the watch
- It’s not your fault you couldn’t say no when she gave you that tear-filled gaze and a pouty lip
- She also preferred talking to you about personal stuff like crushes and boyfriends while she turned to Dewey for help with school stuff
- It’s not like you couldn’t help her with that too but there had to be a balance in the dynamic somehow
- You remember all the times you’d wake up with her cuddled up next to you on the couch that was declared yours anytime you’d sleep over
- There were no questions asked: if Tatum had a bad dream, you were the one she’d go to, that is if you were in the house of course
- And when a bad dream, a downright nightmare became a reality, you couldn’t bare the fact that you weren’t there to protect her from it
- You couldn’t and still can’t forgive yourself for not being there, not that you could’ve known any of what was about to go down at that house that night anyway
- But still, you forced yourself to put on a brave face in front of Dewey who was light years more crushed than you were
- You were his shoulder to cry on while you cried into your pillow at night
- You were the pillar, he was the softie
- And he’d probably still be down in the dumps, or at least be doing a lot worse than he currently is if you weren’t there for him
- That’s why you’ve sworn to be by him every step of the way that you can
- Every time he’d want or need you there, you’d be by his side
- You were the one who first found out about his interest in Gale Weathers
- And you were also probably the first person to turn the tables on the reporter, asking her questions she wasn’t too keen on answering
- But you knew better than yo let her off the hook so easily
- You couldn’t let just anyone date your best friend
- You are as picky with his partners as he is with yours
- He’s probably got a point, though, you do have a bad taste in romantic partners
- You were also the first one to hit him square in the face with the fact that he was in love with the woman but he found it absurd
- And not even a week later he asked you to help him plan the proposal so...absurd my ass
- Needless to say, you had the chance to witness the proposal and be there for the first-hand experience of just how anxious Dewey can get when faced with a big upcoming event aka their wedding
- It reminded you a lot of the time he was about to accept his deputy star and official badge, he was sweating buckets all throughout the ceremony
- At least this time he managed to keep that bodily function under control as him and Gale exchanged their vows and were proclaimed husband and wife
- You were sitting front row on the groom’s side, hating your seating position because it left you with no way to hide the fact that you were tearing up
- And yes, you did tell yourself you wouldn’t do such a thing but alas you did
- And yes, Dewey noticed but luckily, in that moment, he couldn’t exactly tease you about it
- But don’t worry, Sidney, who was sitting next to you, did it for him
- Her and you had gotten closer over the last year with you having officially joined her protection squad
- She handed you a tissue, “Never pegged you for a crybaby.”
- “Zip it, Prescott, you’re crying too.”
- “I am?”
- Yeah, you were both crying which automatically brought tears to the groom and bride’s eyes as well
- You didn’t feel sorry though
- You wanted Dewey to know how proud you were and always have been of him, how happy you are for him and Gale and how quickly you’d sacrifice your own happiness for his
- You’ve neve been to vocal about loving people, but you showed it in your actions, and in this situation, your tears were more than enough to send your message across
- I’m so proud of you, Dewey. Tatum is proud of you too, I bet my life on that. You deserve the world, Riley, I haven’t told you this a lot in this lifetime so far, excuse me, I’m not good with words and you know it, but I’ll still say it and I’ll keep it short and simple....
- I’m so lucky to be able to call you my best friend, my brother. I owe so much to you and I’m not sure I’ll ever pay you back for all you’ve done for me. But since we never know what tomorrow will hold, I want you to know only one thing: that I love you, Dwight Riley. I love you, brother.
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Razor x Fem!Reader - Trust
A/N - I... have been avoiding writing this one, but he and Albedo are the last two before I can finish off the Mondstadt part of this series. Here’s hoping it doesn’t take me as long as the other ones lol
Post writing authors note: only took 2 hours so a lot better than my other ones
Trigger/Content Warnings: Injury, blood mention, slight manga spoilers, kidnapping, human experimentation mention, abusive sibling, food mention
Word Count: 1,552
Request: No
Summary: Ooooh dottore bad... razor good.... its 1am i have school tomorrow pretend this makes sense
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You came to him on accident.
You didn’t mean to stumble into the Wolvendom with blood coating your arm and chased by people who thought of you as nothing more than a Harbingers sister. You hadn’t planned on slipping in the mud and watching with fear in your eyes as your pursuers celebrated their victory. How could you of known that the scream that’d fall from your lips would alert a nearby boy?
Electricity remained in the air as he set his weapon down. He turned to you with a blank expression, “...hurt?”
“Who are you? Do you know what you’ve just done?”
“Hurt.” He pointed at your arm. “I fix.” Razor walked over to you and kneeled, carefully grabbing your arm.
“The Fatui! You’ve just... oh Archons, please help me. I’m so sorry, I got you into this mess and now you’ll be in danger, why did I scream?”
“Fa... tui?” He slightly cocked his head to the side.
“T-They’re people who want me back. I... I’m the sister of-”
“Family?”
You shook your head violently, “No! Not family!” You sighed, “I’m the sister of one of the harbingers. P-Please, tell me you haven’t heard of Dottore...”
“Dottore. Dottore bad?”
“Very!”
“You scared Dottore?”
“Yes.”
“Razor protect you from Dottore. Join lupical.”
“Lu...” you echoed, “Are you Razor?”
“Razor is me.”
You looked at the mysterious boy and considered your options; either be found by the fatui and forced to face your brother or... follow the boy who saved your life without knowing you.
“Okay, fine.” You sighed, “I’ll come with you.”
He nodded, “Follow.”
You walked in silence and you noticed kindness in his subtle actions. He would hold branches above your head until you were safely past them or pointed out puddles so you wouldn’t step in them.
Finally, you arrived at an opening. Wolves stalked the exterior, looked at Razor and you, and continued their business.
“Ra... Razor?” You whispered, gripping onto his arm and stepping behind him. “Why did you take me to wolves?”
“Lupical. Family.”
“These are your family?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” You nodded, drew out your words as you started to regret your decision to trust him. “Wolf... family. Alrighty. Annnd... I’m here now. This is what I’m doing with my life.”
“Lupical protect Razor. Razor protect Lupical. Razor trust you. You smell nice.”
“I’ve been on the run for multiple weeks. There’s no way I smell nice.”
Razor scrunched his eyebrows as he searched for the right word, “You smell... kind. Razor trust you.” He turned to you and tried to manage a smile though it looked more like a ferocious snarl, “You trust Razor?”
And maybe you were just tired but for some reason, you did.
It didn’t take long for you to merge with the rest of the wolf pack, though you couldn’t understand their words you learned their body language.
The pups would run over to you and wouldn’t leave you alone until you pet them behind the ears. You would pick grass and would weave it into a shoddy crown, and each time you gave it to Razor he’d wear it the rest of the day.
Happy. You were happy.
Hunting, flower picking, star gazing. It was simple, but it was the best life you could’ve asked for. A life outside of political intrigue, violence, anger, and human test subjects.
A life where you could smile. A life where your shoulders relaxed. A life where you were trusted and you could trust.
Lupical. Family. You would give anything to keep these peaceful days ongoing.
But, as with every spot of happiness you found, it needed to be crushed.
Crushed by your older brother and the troops he controlled as he tracked down your location. As he demanded they wait until nightfall to grab you by your arm and drag you back into his clutches.
“Scream and they die.” He had said with a smile. You knew better than to doubt him.
“Can I...” you tried to blink the tears out of your eyes, “Can I give them a final goodbye gift?”
Dottore rolled his eyes and waved his hand dismissively. You picked grass, quickly weaved it into a shotty flower crown, and lied it on Razor's chest. And just like that, you were gone.
You were halfway to Liyue by the time Razor realized that you were missing. He gripped the flower crown as if his life depended on it, and tried his best to stay calm. To breathe.
His Lupical were quicker to pick up on your disappearance, they whined and hounded him until he finally picked up on it.
What was he going to do? You trusted him and you’re gone. Razor hadn’t felt this awful since part of his Lupical died in front of him. He didn’t spend much time grieving, however, he dropped right onto your scent.
You walked next to your brother, your eyes locked onto the ground, you were surrounded by trees and there was a cliff behind you.
“Why, (Y/N), you gave us quite a scare!” He chuckled after hours of pure silence, “3 months and no message. I almost began to think the worst.”
“I bet you wished for it.” You grumbled under your breath.
“What?” He looked at you, “How could you say that? I love you.”
“You never loved me.” You snapped, your fingernails digging into your palms, “You used me. You only want me back so I can’t tell everybody the awful things you do. Dead or alive, it doesn’t matter to you. I’m just here for your appearances.”
“I wanted you back because you’re my fami-”
“Don’t you dare say we’re family. They were my family. They loved me.”
“The-the wolves?” He laughed, “Don’t be absurd! Wolves can’t love you.”
“And why not?” You finally made eye contact with him, “They surely love me more than you.”
He looked at you with a slightly agape mouth, “Surely you hear how ridiculous you sound. You... you need some food. When's the last time you had a whole meal? Is that it? Are you starving? Are you sleep-deprived? What’s making you act like this?”
“I finally found someone who truly cares about me, and you take me away from them! You never want me to be happy. I hate you.” You took a deep breath, “No... hate isn’t strong enough. I despise you.”
Dottore looked at you with almost seemed like genuine pain. But you knew better. This was the man who’d set scientists to dissect your body if he got bored. This was the man who turned countless children into experiments.
You hated him. You hated the way he made you doubt yourself. You hated his confident smirk.
He sighed heavily, “They always did say these teen years were hard... (Y/N), I don’t understand why you’re angry.”
“And that’s the issue! You never understand me. You don’t even try to.”
“Can’t you just listen to me?”
“I have! I’ve listened for years and nothing's ever changed! You take me away from where I’m happy and try to convince me I’m in the wrong for getting upset. You are a terrible brother and even worse person.”
“Ter... oh. Oh, (Y/N), I tried to be reasonable with you.” He shook his head dismissively, “It really is your fault. You forced my hand. You’re going back to Snezhnaya and you’re staying there until you learn your lesson.”
“No, I’m not.” You took a step away from him. “I’ll run. I’ll run each time and I’ll tell everybody what you do.”
He stepped towards you and grabbed your wrist, “If you disappear again, I’ll just be forced to kill all of your... ahem... friends.”
You bit your lip and tried to keep the tears pooling in your eyes to spill over, “Fine.” You pulled out of his grasp.
“Are you finally going to listen to me?”
You turned around and looked over the edge of the cliff. A flash of white caught your attention. You smiled to yourself, turned around, and let the tears fall.
With outstretched arms, a huge smile, and a torrent of tears, you spoke, “I’ll always run from you.” You stood on the edge and let your body fall.
Dottore ran to the edge and grabbed at your clothes, missing by mere inches. He looked over the cliff in fear as he watched you fall through the branches of trees.
He sighed to himself and tried to contain his frustration. “Damn brat.” He turned to his troops who took the time of your argument to rest, “We continue on. (Y/N) is dead.”
In the tree, Razor looked at you in relief as you sat in his arms. “Safe?”
“Safe.” You replied with a laugh as you hugged him as best as you could considering he was holding you. “He won’t... he won’t bother us anymore.”
“Dottore? Dottore hurt you? Razor not protect.”
You pulled back from the hug, “You saved me.”
He blinked, “Razor... save? You are safe... Razor save...”
You pulled him down by his collar and kissed his cheek, “I love you.”
His cheeks turned bright red. “Love... Razor love... Razor love you.”
You giggled as you pulled him into another kiss, happy to be free from your brother and in Razor's arms.
“I love you,” you whispered again, “I love you so much.”
#razor x reader#razor x you#please god let this blow up im so tired#genshin impact#genshin impact razor#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact razor x reader#genshin razor x reader#happy endings#saved by razor#x reader fanfiction#x reader#one shot
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Valentine in the rottmnt movie? yeah? lets go
content warning: movie spoilers, angst, mentions of violence, cursing, i haven’t written anything in a HOT minute so sorry if this seems all over the place
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before Casey goes through the portal in the beginning, future!Valentine stands over and watches as Leo gets vaporized before her eyes trail to him.
she’s unmoving, watching him with cold, red eyes as he leaves and the portal shuts behind him. he left before he could see the tears roll down her face and her body collapse to the ground in a heap.
when he meets everyone, Casey instantly notices Valentine and is extremely tense around her, she thinks it’s purely because he’s a nervous wreck due to this whole “saving the world” business, but it’s not.
in the apocalyptic future, Val had betrayed her family and worked as a double agent for the Kraang, Casey didn’t know her reasoning but a part of him didn’t care.
that section where they’re in the subway tunnels and they get separated? yeah, Leo is separated by himself while Casey and Val are together.
Val keeps asking him why he’s so tense around her while they’re trying to find a way out and eventually he snaps and yells at her, telling her how she betrayed her family, her brothers.
it eats away at her because it doesn’t make any sense. she wouldn’t betray her family, never in a million years! it’s all she can think about as they crawl their way out of the rubble and meet up with the others.
the boys instantly know something’s up with Val, she’s extremely quiet and has a look that spells upset but there’s no time to ask.
Val, Donnie, and Mikey were trying to hold onto Raph before he threw them off, Val was thrown down at his feet before he started mutating.
she felt like she was gonna be sick while watching him, his cries of pain, the cracking of bones…it was almost too much for her.
when the Kraang sent their monsters up from the floor, Val was the closest to Raph and the key.
all she could think about was proving Casey wrong, that she would NEVER betray her family.
she launched herself at Raph to take the key back, her attacks seemed to do nothing but enrage her kraangified brother, so he dragged her kicking and screaming to the Kraang.
Val could only watch as her family was surrounded by monsters before she was grabbed and hoisted away as a prisoner.
a prisoner. bound by the gross, slimy tentacle-like appendages that the Kraang controlled and forced to watch as the Technodrome appeared from a hole in the sky and surge out into reality.
while the Kraang sat on his “throne”, watching the destruction of New York, he kept Val near him, forcing her to watch as her city was destroyed. she tried her best to keep her cool, willing herself to not cry as she feared for her family.
is that?
“surprise! i’ve come for my siblings.”
oh my god that idiot came by himself.
she felt herself be grabbed by one of the Kraang’s large, metal hands and lifted towards him as he motioned to Raph.
as her brothers fought, Val tries hard to free herself from the Kraang’s grasp, kicking and pushing at him but his grip only gets tighter until she stops moving.
“do you feel what the power of the Kraang can do? i am saving this weak planet! i am a gift!”
“well…you really should’ve thought of a gift people actually want, you slime ball!”
“you think you’re so clever, don’t you, little one? too bad your cleverness can’t save the pathetic blue one.” the Kraang cackles as Raph tosses Leo effortlessly into one of the walls.
Val screams for Leo, for Raph as she resumes her struggling and almost pleads for him to let her go.
when the Kraang notices the ship moving back into the portal he lets go of Val for a moment before grabbed a hold of her with his tail, restricting her movements even more.
she watches in awe as her brothers free themselves using their mystic powers and began fighting back against the Kraang.
she’s still inside of the ship the entire fight, trying to figure a way out without being seen by anybody, she has a plan.
an incredibly stupid, sacrificial plan. but it’s a plan.
after Donnie, Mikey, and Raph land in Staten Island and Leo explains his plan to Casey, Raph points out that Val is still on the ship.
and there’s a decision to make: tell the truth and potentially fuck the world over OR lie.
the option was clear.
“No, I fell out while everyone was attack the Kraang. i’m attempting to make my way to your location now, big brother.”
everyone lets out a sigh of relief.
Val makes it to the top and watches as Leo teleports himself and the Kraang into the prison dimension before launching after them, she grabs one of Leo’s swords and carefully makes her way towards them.
Leo’s too focused on instructing Casey to close the portal that he doesn’t realize she’s there.
there’s no turning back now.
“…my wrath will be reserved for you alone.”
“well then it’s a good thing he’s not alone!”
Val leaps and stabs the sword into the Kraang’s back, piercing the pink flesh as he screams out in pain. he quite literally backhands her off of him before pulling the sword out of his body and tossing it to the side.
Kraang launches a few attacks after the albino, which she narrowly manages to dodge as she rushes towards Leo, who is staring in fear.
his baby sister.
the one who took her first steps towards him.
the one who would come into his room sobbing because she has a nightmare and couldn’t fall asleep without him by her side.
the one who trusted him enough to tell her biggest secret too.
she was stuck in the prison realm with him.
Val nearly cries as she hugs Leo tightly, arms wrapped around him in a warm embrace.
“don’t worry Lee,” she smirks before turning to glance at the Kraang. “slime ball over there is just mad he got outsmarted by New Yorkers.”
“wipe that grin off your face!”
the impact from the hit sends them both flying out into the void, clutching each other like a life line.
“wait a second, i just realized you lied to us!”
“uh,” Val giggles nervously. “yeah, i guess i did.”
Leo gasps dramatically, “i cannot believe it! my honest, truth-telling little sister lied to us! in a life-or-death situation!”
she rolls her eyes at his nonsense and pinches his side, causing him to let out a yelp.
“whatever, i get it from you.”
“me?? i never lie!”
“you see that? what you just said? that was a lie.”
they both laugh and turn their heads to see a bright, orange light erupt in front of them with their three brothers on the other side, they turn completely while still holding onto each other.
“took you guys long enough.”
“oh my god, Vee is with him!” Donnie points out as Raph throws a mystic hand out towards them, grabbing onto Leo’s hand and pulling them up towards them.
Kraang slides up from beneath them with a loud growl.
Val thinks back to what Casey said before, about her betraying her family.
this is the opposite of betraying.
this is saving.
“Leonardo!” she cries out as the Kraang grabs her leg, Raph trying desperately to pull both of the turtles out.
“when you get out, tell Casey that i’d never betray my family!”
time seemed to slow down as she lets go of Leo’s hand, letting the Kraang pull her down into the darkness as Leo is pulled through the portal and as Kraang roars with anger, it shuts. completely sealing her inside the prison dimension.
Leo is inconsolable, reaching out at nothing to try and grab his sister’s hand.
they all take a moment to sob, clutching onto each other as they shake and cry.
it’s a while before they all pull away, sniffling and wiping the tears away from their eyes before Leo finally speaks up.
“eww! are we in Staten Island?”
about a year on Earth passes as Valentine is tormented in the prison dimension, tossed around and played with like a cat toy.
the Kraang doesn’t kill her, no, that would be too easy and then he’d be alone with nothing to do, he tosses her around and then leaves her alone for a while before staring the cycle over again.
it’s about a few minutes after the Kraang slithered away, Val is sore all over from being blasted through debris and her head is spinning like a top when she spots it.
Leo’s sword.
the same one she used to stab Kraang in the back.
she crawls towards it, and lucky for her it’s hidden behind some rubble so she has some cover from the bastard that’s been torturing her.
she’s never actually used the portal portion of the sword before, how does it work? do you have to just think about making a portal? or…?
she grabs a hold of the sword and starts making circles in the air like she’s seen Leo do multiple times before, it takes a while before blue sparks start forming and a portal appears.
without taking a second to think, she throws herself through the portal and it shuts behind her.
she’s falling through the air before smacking directly onto a tree branch, then another, and then another before she hits the floor of the forest and the world goes dark.
#tmnt#rottmnt#tmnt movie#rottmnt movie#tmnt oc#rottmnt oc#valentine 💕#tmnt angst#rottmnt angst#i didn’t want to go and write out the movie so i just went through the important bits#i rewatched the movie just to write this it was painful#writing is so hard ugh#anyways here’s some angst feat. my baby Valentine 💕
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hello friend! i hope you're doing good!
could i have physical affection prompt 11 for claudeleth please? school's starting next week and i need the serotonin boost :/
hi! i hope you're doing good too <3
and of course you can!! claudeleth is slowly taking over my mind so i am more than happy to write it! good luck at school, hope it's goes alright :)
cw/tw ahead for nightmares, assassination attempt and the beginning of a panic attack (nothing more than that, though). and i guess there are general spoilers for claude's route and that.
stay safe everyone <3 <3
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Khalid stares woefully at the food that gets placed in front of him, unable to help how the corners of his lips downturn when the sight of the food enters his peripheral vision.
He pouts at the sight, at the smell that fills his nostrils, and tries not to gag, though fails.
His action acts as a catalyst, because soon after, the Royal family – his family, all stop eating immediately and simultaneously turn to look at him. Khalid shrinks in his seat, welling with guilt.
“Is something wrong, Khalid?” his oldest half-brother sneers, saying his name like its poison. He scoffs. “Not up to your refined tastes?”
He slams a meaty fist on the table. Making the plates, crockery, and glassware clatter. Khalid flinches, averting his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, though it apparently goes unheard.
The sound of footsteps grows louder.
“Go on, eat up,” another of his half-brother’s snap. Khalid slowly drops his head to the food. The smell fills his nose again. His stomach lurches. He shakes his head.
All of a sudden, he’s splayed out on the floor, his chair pulled out from under him, his half-siblings laughing and jeering.
“Bloody Fódlan spawn.”
“Wasteful bitch.”
“Go back to your own country.”
“We don’t want you here!”
Begrudgingly, Khalid staggers up, ignoring the lack of breath that’s been knocked out of his lungs. He sits on his seat, still silent, and dips his spoon into the bowl, scooping some of the soup out and into his mouth.
His half-brothers make a few more comments, but eventually settle down, taking their places back around the table.
If only mama and baba were here, a voice in his mind whispers, though he tries to ignore it and returns his attention to his meal.
Khalid spoons another mouthful in his mouth, and another after that.
His stomach hurts.
He shakes the odd feeling off and swallows another.
His throat suddenly closes up and he chokes, a strangled cry leaving his throat. Tears well in his eyes. They don’t shed.
The youngest of his half-brother’s eyes go wide and his head shoots up in alarm. “Khalid!” he exclaims, concern painting his expression. “Khalid, are you-”
His hands scrabble uselessly against his throat.
“Get some help!” he hears someone scream.
Footsteps.
Voices.
Someone’s…
…clutching…
…him…
…noises…
Khalid… can’t… breathe…
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Claude shoots up with a jolt, sweat sticking against his skin. His eyes widen and he pushes a hand underneath his pillow, feeling around for-
His knife isn’t there.
Where’s his knife?
He feels someone touch his back and he flinches away, a gasp wrenching itself out of his throat. He jerks his head around, eyes widening and heart beginning to pound against his chest until he feels a hand brush against his wrist, and the faint whisper, “Claude.”
“Byleth?” he asks in a choked voice, tears welling in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” she asks, voice laced with concern. She watches him with worried eyes. “Was it a nightmare?”
He nods, unable to muster any words to leave his mouth other than another choked, “Byleth.”
“Shh,” she whispers. “I’m here.” She pulls him close, wrapping her hands around his middle from behind, squeezing slightly. “I’m here.”
His body shakes with silent sobs, and yet Byleth still murmurs sweet nothings in his ear, pulling him closer. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “You’re okay.” He feels her brush tangled strands of his hair away, then feels calloused lips brush against his cheek. “You’re safe.”
Claude melts into the embrace, a shuddered breath leaving his mouth. “Mmhmm,” he mumbles, the shaking of his body beginning to slowly cease.
“I love you,” Byleth whispers, and when Claude wakes up the next morning, she is still holding him.
“I love you too.”
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feel free anyone to request a prompt, sprite or pride edit!!
#fe3h#my fanfics#claudeleth#claudeth#claude von riegan#byleth eisner#physical affection prompt#request
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a/n: hello to the fellow twst people who came here from my twst blog welcome to my secondary brainrot
warnings: general yandere themes, non consensual drug use, some spoilers for kaeya’s backstory
♥︎ kaeya alberich
kaeya is obsessive in an almost paranoid way, which is almost surprising seeing how laid back and relaxed he seems to act most of the times. despite his seemingly sociable attitude, kaeya is similar to his brother diluc in that he doesn’t get close to others because he’s scared to lose them (or scared that being associated with him could bring them harm)
maybe that’s why it comes as a shock to the city to hear that the cavalry captain has gotten together with the mysterious honorary knight- everyone knows kaeya flirts and gets around, but nobody’s ever seen him settle down like that
it’s... almost cute, at first. he’s far from touch starved, but emotionally? kaeya seems to seek their attention and warmth almost selfishly, dragging them around on “missions” that are mostly work he’s supposed to be doing alone to eat up their time, interrupting their own tasks and missions just because he wants to see them
“aw, are you mad at me?” he’s got that playful tilt to his voice, the one he always uses when he’s trying to make things go his way or he’s trying to egg someone on. by now, the outlander isn’t sure which effect he’s trying to have on them; this is the third time kaeya swooped in and interrupted their daily commissions for the adventurer’s guild, putting them behind schedule and messing up their plans for the day. the spot in their bag where they would have put away the cecilias they had meant to gather in the evening but didn’t get the chance to just makes them more upset- but kaeya’s sudden embrace makes them drop that train of thought. “now, now, let’s not get angry... i’m really trying my best here to show you i love you- don’t you love me, too?”
kaeya seems to think the ends justify the means- the path to the best ending isn’t necessarily a pretty one, or so he says. he’s well aware of when he starts to use emotional manipulation to pressure his dear traveler into doing as he wants, he’s entirely aware of how he’s monopolizing their time
after all, the easiest way to get them to be as attached to him as he is to them is to break them down and build them back up as he sees fit. it’s cruel, it’s bad, but kaeya is the type of man who relishes in the looks of fear and doubt in other’s faces, and the type of lover who relishes in gently comforting the traveler as they cry when he’s the one who caused their tears in the first place
most of it is just to make them depend on him. oh, don’t get him wrong- kaeya’s well aware that the traveler can fend off for themselves. he’s seen how they fight, how they seem to move with battle experience that should be born from years and years of training despite their youthful appearance. but that strength is also what gives them freedom- and kaeya is not barbatos, and he doesn’t plan on giving them such thing
“can i go to springvale today...?” kaeya almost smirks. who would have thought the powerful hero of mondstadt- the outlander who swept in, who saved the city from dvalin, who once challenged boreas for training- could be reduced to such a meek creature that felt the need to ask for permission to simply wander outside the city’s walls? to outsiders, it might seem like it was just the traveler ‘settling into the relationship’, but he knew better than that. days of subtle manipulation, of using just the right words to drive them to tears, of comforting them while choosing his words oh-so-carefully were the hard work that was showing off now; a hero slowly being reduced to a docile partner
he doesn’t want to be abandoned. kaeya fears loneliness more than anything else, something he keeps hidden deep inside of him- vague memories of being abandoned on a rainy night, of his adoptive father’s passing haunt him, the ever stubborn feeling of being unwanted despite having so many swooning for him- it’s as if every little piece of the travler’s free spirited soul he chips away is a reassurance, a guarantee to him that they’re his and they’re going to stay
there’s no real limit to what he’ll do. he’s always careful enough to keep them right in his palm; even when the relationship has gone far from just a toxic relationship and fallen off into something worse, it’s as if they’re far too deep do climb out. it’s not easy to leave an abusive relationship, and kaeya is always one step ahead in making sure it’s damn near impossible, presenting himself as the only solace for the traveler
it’s almost an art how he’s the one making their life hell and also the one who comforts them and gives them a sanctuarium to “heal” and “feel loved”. whether it’s him destroying their hopes of seeing all archons, claiming it’s simply impossible, or implying that if their sibling truly were alive, word of them would have probably gotten to mondstadt already, kaeya is always careful enough so that his darling’s anger and grief doesn’t fall quite on him, so that he can be the one to gently comfort them and hold them in his arms
“shh, it’s okay darling, you couldn’t have known anything so terrible would happen.” he holds his lover’s shaking body as they cry into his shoulder, hands rubbing soothing circles into their back. despite this, the look in his face isn’t one of a man consoling his lover, but rather a smug smirk. they heave another sob: oh, they have all the rights in the world to be sad. how tragic that the particular knight who’d become their friend had to pass away so brutally- they’d simply asked him if he could gather some lampgrass for them, an innocent request, and he’d ran into a ruin guard. it’s your fault for asking him to go seemed to be the only thought that ran through their head, and kaeya, despite all his comforting, didn’t seem to downright deny it. after all, they didn’t need to know the poor knight happened to ask kaeya where he could find the lampgrass, they didn’t need to know kaeya just so happened to mark a location on his map where it just so happened he knew a ruini guard lurked nearby. kaeya may be a knight, but he’s never been to righteous- it’s not as if he directly spilled someone’s blood just because they got too close to his lover, right? suppressing a chuckle at the thought, he made sure his voice was still in a comforting tone as he spoke, “next time, just ask me for any favours. no need to go and talk to others and have this tragedy repeat, right?”
it’s almost laughable, really, how much kaeya seems to circle around and pull strings just so he can make everything work the way he wants. realistically, it’d be just so much easier to just chain down the traveler, to just downright get rid of paimon instead of constantly bribing her with food or sending her off with amber to the point where the little fae seems to almost forget about the traveler- but kaeya needs to be loved. he doesn’t need the love to be healthy or to be real, it’s ok if it’s born out of manipulation and dependence. but all he does, he needs it to work into driving the traveler into a dark enough headspace wherein he is the only light in their life
... but that said, he’d rather have the traveler be his and lose their love than lose the traveler’s love and also lose them. ideally, they won’t abandon him because they love him (because he’s broken them, because he destroyed the hero of mondstadt and made them into a docile and codependent pet, because he’s destroyed their world and shown himself as the only alternative) but if needed, he’ll make it so they won’t abandon him because they can’t
after all, kaeya loves the sight of fear in their eyes. if they’re so eager to leave him, then perhaps he’ll just continue to indulge in their tears and their begging- this time wholy embracing the fact he’s the one that caused such things. it’s as easy as sleeping potions mixed in their foods to keep them pliable and docile, as easy as a chain keeping them locked to a basement; a treatment so hellish it makes them crave for the toxic hellhole of a relationship he offered before
“aw, are you uncomfortable? it’s too cold down here, isn’t it? poor thing. should i get you a blanket? do you think you deserve a blanket? if you keep acting good, i might get you one tomorrow.” it’s torture, the way he so gently traces their cheek, the way he looks at them with so much warmth in his eyes despite him being the one who’s got them chained up to a fucking basement. their brain screams at them to jerk away, to not give him the satisfaction of accepting his touch, but they’re cold, and despite being a cryo user, kaeya’s touch is so warm that they almost unconsciously lean into it. he laughs, the noise echoing in the almost empty basement; all that’s down here is a ratty old cot, a makeshift bathroom, and the heavy metal chain attaching them to one of the thick wooden support beams on the wall. cold nights like these almost make them miss being back in kaeya’s room, huddled in with him after he’s fallen asleep- probably after offering some comfort after driving them to a breakdown some hours earlier. but that’s long gone, now replaced with kaeya’s almost sadistic glee in keeping them down here, in seeing how the already broken traveler just shatters into a shell of their former self, how even now when he’s being outwardly antagonistic they’re starting to still try to find comfort in him: truly turned into a weak, docile, dependent little thing.
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Ooooh whats Rowan's lore? *grabs popcorn*
ALRIGHT BUCKLE UP BUTTERCUPS
Gonna leave it after the cut (if I remember how to do the cut right on mobile lol) so I don't clog up feeds
So Rowan started out as a human. Her family was okay financially, probably lower middle class. Not rich enough to be truly comfortable, but not in a whole lot of danger debt-wise. She had a mother, a father, an older sister named Magnolia (Nolia for short) and a little brother named Cedar (lol do you see a naming pattern here I'm so creative). Her parents were... Okay. They weren't abusive or anything, but they weren't exactly doting. They didn't really have the time to be doting, since they both worked all the time. The siblings all got along really well, though, the type of siblings that stuck together initially because they lacked that true family relationship but slowly morphed into ride or die siblings.
So one day, little 14-year-old Rowan (Nolia was 16, soon to be 17, and Cedar was 10) gets home from school, pretty average, normal day.
She's sitting at the table doing her hw when someone knocks at the door and her parents (it was kind of weird, they were never home at this hour) rush to open it. There stands a man in a lab coat, holding an envelope. Rowan hated him instantly. Something about him seemed wrong.
He talked to her parents for a bit, and her parents asked her to go get Nolia and Cedar with some urgency in their voices. And.... If she was right in placing that tone.... Guilty excitement...?
She got her siblings and they came downstairs.
Turns out her parents had been closer to debt than she realized. So to get some more money and.... Relieve some financial burdens, they sold their kids to a group of scientists needing victi----research participants.
Of course there was a struggle, Nolia stepping up to try and defend her siblings, screaming at her parents, Rowan holding Cedar close while silent tears poured down both their faces.
But the scientist was prepared, and before anyone could react, three men appeared with rags, holding them over the kids' mouths.
She woke up in an empty white room.
Well... If you could call it white. It was more of a dinghy, hardly cleaned beige. These men were not with the government, she could immediately tell that.
Gonna sum up this part bc it involves torture but basically the scientists were experimenting to see if they could turn a human into a monster. They found only Rowan's soul was compatible. They used her siblings to keep her under control..... Only they had dumped Nolia and Cedar on the streets weeks ago. They simply reused footage to "prove" to Rowan they were still there.
They almost succeeded in their experiment. They forced so much magic into her soul that it started to flip.... But it was too much and Rowan flatlined. They dumped her body in the woods, only disappointed that they came so close.
A couple months passed. Her body decayed until only her skeleton remained. The decaying process was helped along by all the magic, which seemed to have concentrated in her bones, morphing them slowly until they were all connected.
She woke up.
She spent several years on the streets. She begged, she stole, and... She drank. Or at least she tried to. (She was allowed into bars because people thought she was a monster, and she wasn't wearing stripes, so that must mean she was an adult.) She quickly discovered that her alcohol tolerance was *legendary*. She drank bars dry having drinking contests with people (that's how she paid for all her drinks) but felt no different than before. Eventually someone dared her to try Everclear, and though she grimaced at the taste, she drank the entire bottle.
The bar was silent.
The taste eventually grew on her, a kind of self-inflicted punishment that soon became a routine, almost a comfort.
Now a good chunk of the next part has to do with my friend's sonas which I'm not going to talk about because they're not my characters, but suffice it to say they were amazing friends to her and helped her recover and get on her feet.
One such friend discovered her sleeping by Grillby's dumpster, and Grillby let her stay the night on his couch, setting up a job at Muffet's for her the next day. She and Muffet became really close friends and finally she started to have a more stable life. (She finds and dates Underlust Sans but that's another story lol which I would be happy to share in another ask~ but y'all these two are so cute plz)
So someone suggests she go see a therapist. Goodness knows she's got some trauma. So she agrees. The name of her therapist seems..... Eerily familiar but she decides to ignore her gut and go anyway. She walks into the therapist's office and---
And sees her mother sitting there, looking professional and well-rested and happy.
She runs.
Yeah so suffice it to say she isn't gonna trust therapy again for a bit lol, and it takes her even LONGER (and some good therapy sessions) to accept the fact that her mother was clearly better off without her and her siblings.
Yeah ya girl has a lot of issues, especially abandonment <3 she is very much a people pleaser and WILL put your needs high above her own. Anything to make you want to stay. Anything to make her feel needed or wanted.
So she's hanging out at Grillby's one day (he and his bartender like to try out different mixes on her, try to see if they can get her to make a face at a cocktail) when a huge party comes in. Rowan automatically shrinks a bit from discomfort because of the big crowd, and she continues her game with Grillby and the bartender (the bartender is my friend's sona that's why I'm not naming them lol). Then she hears something that makes her freeze mid-sip.
"Let's hear it for Magnolia!!!! The first of us to get tied down!" Followed by raucous laugh....ter...
She recognizes that laugh.
She flees the bar, with no explanation to anyone. She catches a glimpse of Nolia, with Cedar by her side, and both of their eyes squint slightly in confusion as she passes by them.
She makes it outside, looking around for where to go, unable to think in her panicked confusion when---
"R......Rowan?"
She goes ramrod straight and slowly turns, hands balled into fists to hide the violent shaking. Nolia bursts into tears, Cedar immediately clinging to her stiff form, his shoulders shaking as bad as her hands.
They.... Recognized her. They.........
Were *happy* to see her.
Slowly she hugged them back and they got to catching up. (So yeah if it wasn't clear Nolia was getting married, they both had survived on the streets together until Nolia was old enough to get a job).
Also something I forgot to mention lol is Rowan had found 2 kittens behind Muffet's, an older girl kitten fiercely protecting a little boy kitten. They immediately latched onto her after she made it clear she wasn't a threat, and she decided to name them after her siblings.
Also things worth noting, she smells like apples, she has magical red translucent hair, her soul wavers from more upside down like a monster's to more upright like a human's, she loves to bake, she is like the DEFINITION of cottagecore, she has magical tattoos on her face that change around to look like the Day of the Dead skulls (the colors get brighter or darker with her moods), and she drinks 2 bottle of everclear every time she goes to Grillby's. The paramedics in the area quickly become used to people calling the ambulance when she drinks (seriously look up everclear it's basically pure alcohol). She eventually stops drinking (not that it was *really* harming her since she had that alcohol tolerance and a body made primarily of magic at this point (plus alcohol isn't really gonna hurt her, she doesn't have kidneys lol) but she wanted to stop anyway. She loves to paint and teaches one of her friends to paint, tending to her friend's garden while her friend paints. She also loves to cook and bake, she eventually helps out with baking at Muffet's, though she refuses to bake the spiders into the pastries. Her scones are things of legend, they sell out as soon as she brings the tray out of the kitchen.
Yeah that was a lot lol and there's little things here and there that I missed so feel free to send in questions about her if you want to know anything! Or if you want to know how Rowan and UL Sans got together (spoiler: they eventually get married and it's so cute)
#ask#anon#oc time babyyyy#Rowan#Rowan beloved#also thank you guys so much for asking about her#I adore her so much and don't get the chance often to share her lore
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WangXiantics: The (unofficial) Untamed Episode Guide
Sometimes, if i’m feeling down or whatever, i like to rewatch favorite episodes or scenes from a given show as a pick-me-up. In The Untamed, this means basically any wangxian scene.
For other shows, it’s no big deal because they have like, 25 episodes or less per season and each episode has a proper title. The Untamed, tho? FIFTY (50) episodes whose titles are literally just a number. I’m queer!! We’re notoriously bad with numbers!!!
So I thought to myself, no biggie, I’ll just look up an episode guide to find out which episode has that scene where they gaze longingly at each other in a busy street and buy a lantern together.
The episode guides I found? Don’t mention those scenes. They do this thing were they summarize the plot of each episode?? For some reason????
Guys, this cannot stand. I have decided I am Doing a Thing. I am taking it upon myself to create my very own wangxian episode guide. Because I need a quick reference to Important Wangxian Moments. (And also I need to justify watching the show for a third time in a row).
This here will be the Masterpost. Please be aware that my episode guide will consist mostly of me screaming about wangxian. it will not be spoiler-free. and it probably won’t make sense. And as of now, it is a WIP. But I’m having fun and that’s what matters lol.
THE GUIDE IS NOW COMPLETE!!! AND IT ONLY TOOK ME 3 MONTHS TO DO IT!!!!
(Thanks to @theuntamednarrator and @absolutelynogravitaswhatsoever who encouraged me to post my ramblings here, and a special thanks to @mylastbraincql whose brilliant mind came up with the title/tag WangXiantics)
On to the Guide!!
Episode 1: The One Where They Don’t Quite Cross Paths YET
Episode 2: The One with THE ICONIC REUNION
Episode 3: The One with the SWORD FIGHT OF ~LOVE~
Episode 4: The One with That Many Minutes of Wangxian Screen Time*
Episode 5: The One with Angry bb!LWJ
Episode 6: The One where LWJ is Drunk and Gets Married
Episode 7: The One where At Last LWJ Sees the Light
Episode 8: The One where NHS is a Total Cockblock*
Episode 9: The One where They ~FROLIC IN THE FOREST~
Episode 10: The One with ANOTHER Moonlit Rooftop Moment
Episode 11: The One where We Learn the Value of Patience (and Hate It)
Episode 12: The One where Everyone Goes to Evil Summer School and Has a Bad Time
Episode 13: The One where WWX’s Gaydar is Completely Nonexistent
Episode 14: The One where LWJ Sings to WWX, y’know, Like a Bro
Episodes 15-18: The Ones where We Gross Sob FOREVER
Episode 19: The One with the Return of the Gay Yearning Death Grip, Now with More Sword!*
Episode 20: The One where WangXiantics becomes W(angst)Xiantics*
Episode 21: The One where the Siblings Know Things
Episode 22: The One with ANOTHER Other Moonlit Rooftop Scene
Episode 23: The One where JYL Captains the Ship
Episode 24: The One where LWJ Starts to Question Everything (except his sexuality)*
Episode 25: The One where they Frolic in the Forest but like, Sad This Time
Episode 26: The One where the Rain is Actually the Fandom’s Endless Tears
Episode 27: The One where I Want to Punch Basically Every Sect Leader in the Face. Repeatedly. With a Chair.
Episode 28: The One where LXC Loses his Title as Greatest Wingman
Episode 29: The One where WWX is the Grandmaster of Self-Loathing and It Kills Me
Episode 30: The One where LWJ Wishes Jin Zixun Would STFU and Die Already
Episode 31: The One where Jin Zixun Dies but God at What Cost
Episode 32: The One where the Moonlit Rooftop BETRAYS Us
Episode 33: The One where WWX Needs to Stop Touching Swords of the Un-Sexy Kind
Episode 34: The One where Detective Wangxian is on the Case!
Episode 35: The One with the Moonlit Bridge Rebound (Moonlit Rooftop Who?)
Episode 36: The One where LWJ is Gay and Does Crime
Episode 37: The One where We Watch WWX Be a Dad
Episode 38: The One where We Unwillingly Take a Break From Wangxiantics
Episode 39: The One where Parallel Wangxian Makes Us Sob Like OYZZ*
Episode 40: The One with the Return of Paperman!WWX
Episode 41: The One where LWJ and Suibian are Loyal Bitches*
Episode 42: The One with the GREATEST ~LOVE~ CONFESSION OF ALL TIME
Episode 43: The One where WWX is Soft for Children and Bunnies
Episode 44: The One where Su She Gets Rekt
Episode 45: The One where the Juniors Stick It to the Old People
Episode 46: The One with All the Yunmeng Bros Angst
Episode 47: The One where JGY Gets Kinky with WWX and NO ONE Likes It
Episode 48: The One where JGY and SS Host a Pity Party and Everyone Wishes They Hadn't
Episode 49: The One with Too Much JGY and Not Enough Wangxian
Episode 50: The One with the Greatest Family Reunion(s) of All Time
NOW FOR SOME FUN EXTRA SPECIAL BONUS STATS**:
~Their Song~ was played: 54 times
Total Word Count for the Whole Guide: 116,362
Top 5 Episodes (based on note count as of 5/8/20):
Episode 47: The One where JGY Gets Kinky with WWX and NO ONE Likes It
Episode 6: The One where LWJ is Drunk and Gets Married
Episode 13: The One where WWX’s Gaydar is Completely Nonexistent
Episode 36: The One where LWJ is Gay and Does Crime
Episode 44: The One where Su She Gets Rekt
*these episodes were titled with the help of @theuntamednarrator
**I may be off by a number or two but you can’t hold it against me bc i’m Queer and that would be Homophobic of you
#WangXiantics#wangxian#the untamed#episode guide#watch this crazed queer person lose their mind over fictional queers in love
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