#another rambling idea to add to the fic list

[davidtennan-t]

whenever anyone gets sick in the Temple Noble household watch the fuck out because the Doctor will become THEE DOCTOR

he’ll go and fetch alien remedies using the TARDIS and will sit up with anyone all night just to make sure they’re comfortable and safe - he’ll make endless amounts of tea and his homemade soup will be a hit (not blowing up the stove like that one time)

you know looking after his family is definitely the best part of his retirement

[todayisafridaynight]

I wanted to write in about my thoughts on Jo as a CSA survivor separately for a couple of reasons:

I already more or less have what I have to say on the topic in order thanks to talks with @starssystem and another friend [<3]

This is a massive tonal shift from anything else I could be discussing

This Is Massive In General For The Love Of God PLEASE Help Me

Obvious CSA CW for anyone else reading; I only discuss statistics, psychology, and the aftereffects seen in survivors here, but it's worth a warning.

With the disclaimers out of the way… I'd mentioned before I've only ever added one thing to Jo's background, and you were right: this is it! To me, there's so much thematic overlap in Jo's narrative with the experience of surviving CSA it's worth it to examine his character through the lens of that being the case. Of course, there are clearly-stated reasons for it all that Aren't That, but…

It's the pervasive guilt and shame, the lifelong secret that becomes too unbearable not to tell, the faulty coping mechanisms aimed at burying the trauma without having to face it, the reluctance to be sincere [vulnerable] and the lies and half-truths used to maintain the facade of invulnerability, the pursuit of power and control and the knee-jerk anger response when it's threatened, the pursuit of mastery over his body and the indifference to what happens to it. And the way a lot of it really does stem from a deeply traumatic childhood sexual experience from before either he or Ikumi understood what they were getting into, from before they could give informed consent.

Statistically, the further below the average age someone is for their first time, the likelihood of [at best] having been introduced to sex inappropriately and [at worst] having been abused at the time or earlier rises exponentially. Jo was 15 when Masato was conceived--possibly 14, since he was saying he "met" Arakawa at 15, and by then Masato was already born. To put this into perspective, since what ages register as concerning is largely cultural, the average age in the US and UK is 16-18. But in Japan, it's over 19.

To a Westerner [or even a heavily Westernized non-Westerner], having a kid at 15 is unfortunate, but not untenable; you've seen it on TV, you might know people like that, you might even be that kid or that parent. But in Jo's case, with him being 4 or 5 years younger than average, it's like if someone told you they had their first time--had a /kid/--at 13 or under. That's the equivalent discrepancy. That /is/ concerning, to me.

It's also something that's linked to negative outcomes in adulthood, partly because of the likelihood of forming bonds with poorly-adjusted peers. Jo specifically states he and Ikumi were only together because others who came from backgrounds like his own were all he had back then. [As an aside, it's interesting to see him instinctively seek out a relationship where his pain would be understood without having to say anything--or one where he could assume it would, at any rate.]

When it comes to his relationship with Ikumi, I've always felt there was this "adult dynamic" between them--in the sense it feels like one that'd be more fitting for adults to get into than a couple of teens. It was, based on his wording, a primarily physical relationship neither of them expected to last even if they were living together. To me, it's one thing if you're fully convinced you're in love or you're experimenting or whatever and that results in an unplanned pregnancy, but it's another thing entirely to have such a bleak yet objective outlook on your relationship so young.

And it didn't have to be that way. He could've been just like Arakawa, head-over-heels in love with this girl who was The Only Good Thing He Had Going, or something like that. But the sheer contrast between how Arakawa was crazy about Akane and never forgot about her for the rest of his life, while Jo more-or-less-clearly didn't have feelings for Ikumi and can't bring himself to remember her name after living with her for at least a year and experiencing life-changing events with her…

It's notable to me that Arakawa maintains an interest in women while nearly every in-character interpretation I've seen makes Jo averse to women. Obviously, we don't really know that; it's probably just based on his general attitudes, his contrast with Arakawa, and maybe his immunity to Charm. But I think there's a reason a lot of people pick up on it and tie it to trauma rather than/in addition to a lack of interest in women.

I've talked about this through the lens of comphet already [and Jo being gay or ace or both would present other difficulties], but I can't overstate how notable it is on its own. We see Jo's response to traumatic events, and it's to become preoccupied with them, to investigate further if he has any leads. That's why he remembers every minute detail of the night Masato was born and the time he saw Arakawa attempt to comfort Masato when he was crying and hitting himself. I think it's also why he gets as far as he does when looking into Arakawa's death, and why he entrusts the search to Ichi. He never seems to manage to block them out, even if that's what he'd rather do--even if that's what he thinks he's doing.

So if he "[doesn't] even remember" the name of the mother of his child, I get the feeling there's something more going on. Like I've [probably] said in the past, Jo genuinely sounds traumatized by the relationship as a whole. More than anything else he's been through, and he's been through a lot. It's often the case that CSA survivors who are also survivors of other trauma view it as worse than anything else that happened to them.

And that's not to implicate Ikumi at all, I don't think it's a case of COCSA--everything I've said holds just as true for her, and she had to suffer the additional trauma of an unwanted pregnancy and childbirth, at that. Rather, I think it would make sense for something like CSA, which often incontrovertibly reconfigures one's relationship with sex and love, to be a factor in why they rushed into a something physical before they were mature enough to handle it.

Some victims end up having perfectly healthy experiences, some victims end up avoiding them, some victims end up re-victimized, and some victims end up with a mixed bag--there's a lot of variation. But some victims do end up having relationships like this and making mistakes like this, because that's all they know, or because they want to heal but don't [or don't know how to] go about it in a healthy way, at a healthy pace. And I definitely think if you recognize that's what the basis of your relationship was, that it all comes back to something you'd rather forget, it'd make sense to want to forget the relationship as a whole.

To that end, it's possible to come away from a relationship traumatized even if no one did anything wrong. I've [probably] talked about how the way Jo comforts her at the station feels like he's doing it for her sake and pushing his own feelings down, but neither of them is really buying it. If that's a pattern in their relationship, perhaps he wouldn't have been able to communicate if maybe what they were doing was dredging up bad memories, if he wanted to stop but didn't think she did. So to go through with it, then get the news months later…

Either way, the fact Ikumi couldn't bring herself to tell him she was pregnant until nothing could be done would, for Jo, invariably cement the feeling he has no control over what happens around him. I think the sense of powerlessness he felt is why he blew up at her when she told him, because it's really the only time we see him lash out like that at her. At the park, he objects to going back for Masato, sure, but he's passive. And I think that unbroken pattern of powerlessness in his life [which CSA would only compound on] is why he's so reactionary, why he's so emotionally dysregulated, why he expresses his rage through what basically amounts to power-tripping.

But I do think Jo does have a great deal of awareness. A lot of his wording when he's telling Ichi about it borders on poetic, or at the very least candid and effective. That requires both prior reflection and a command of language. I think there's a lot he understands deep down, at least after sitting with it for long enough, but he isn't capable of voicing--or doesn't know how to voice--what's on his mind, most of the time.

So when he joins the Arakawa Family, when he rises the ranks and has that control back, his control has to be near-absolute. If it's undermined in any way--such as, for example, a certain someone failing to answer a call within two rings--he loses it. On the other side of the coin, I do feel a lot of why his devotion and gratitude towards Arakawa goes to the extent it does, why he's so comfortable with him, is because Arakawa gave him the safety of the Arakawa Family, gave him back his autonomy, gave him the environment--and treated him with enough humanity to give him the reason--to learn to regulate himself, to better himself.

And Arakawa /gets/ trauma. He really does. Aside from his own abusive background, literally the only time the word trauma comes out of any character's mouth in this series, it's Arakawa's. It comes back to Jo saying others who came from backgrounds like his own were all he had; that never changed, did it?

Lastly, For Funsies [<- LIE. COMPLETE LIE. TURN BACK NOW] I wanted to go through the items on this [CSA] Survivors' Aftereffects Checklist I could check off with near-certainty. 19/34, by the way, give or take. Now, as I said at the beginning, there are existing concrete reasons for why he has many of these experiences… but it's like the trans allegory with Masato, To Me… If I can check off over half the list based on a very limited backstory and an hour of screen time total, that's indicative of a notable overlap… TO ME…

Note that the book this list is from was published in 1990 and focuses on women's experiences. It was a huge step forward in giving survivors a voice back when a lot of existing research indicated CSA had neutral or even positive effects on children, but it's definitely a product of its time. With that out of the way…

Wearing a lot of clothing, even in summer […]

To be fair, most male characters in RGG are fully-covered and have near-unchanging designs, and it's winter in both 2000/2001 and presumably 2019, but… when it comes to Jo, it feels a little different.

He does have Some Heavage in his twenties [although the necklace takes the attention off of his actual chest], but as time goes on, he shows less and less skin and adds more and more layers. When he has the gloves on, it leaves no skin exposed at all, and there's this direct symbolic correlation with secrecy that isn't there for other characters. And if you're wearing three layers of leather [or even one], you can neither feel what you're touching nor feel anything touch you.

Pure Speculation, but I just can't really see him underdressed for any occasion… That's why his fit in Day with the Sun is funny as hell but also… yeah…

As a behavior, if it's rooted in anything, it's probably rooted in having to hide signs of physical abuse, of course--but then he kind of already had an excuse, with how he was constantly getting into fights. I guess it depends on the specifics, but I think it's interesting to consider this as one way CSA victims attempt to regain control of their bodies, avoiding emotional discomfort at the cost of physical discomfort.

Self-destructiveness

It's nothing super overt, but I see this most clearly represented in his second boss fight in particular; his willingness to wield a blade bare-handed while using enough force he could very well render his hand useless. I think it's potentially also evident in how he has severe cataracts he chooses to ignore and allow to worsen, despite having the reasons and resources to undergo surgery to restore his vision. In doing so, he literally and figuratively blinds himself to so much.

I also kind of think the assassination of Hoshino/the anonymous call and The Eye Scene are examples of self-sabotage. I mean, he literally was sabotaging himself in the former, but it's also the specific way he feels the need to be physically taken down in order to be stopped--possibly a holdover from RGGJo, who's only too happy to be beaten into a coma.

I don't know… It's hard to pinpoint, but I feel like he would be averse to most of the more "obvious" self-destructive behaviors--especially when he has people in his life who might notice and worry, like Ikumi and Arakawa. That and because many of them are addictive. He's seen what that's done to his father, and he's also developed this incredibly rigid sense of discipline he can't maintain if he doesn't have a clear head.

From how he talks about himself [as having lost his humanity and lived a half-assed life], I definitely think he's at the very least unkind to himself, but I also think he does externalize it by provoking others to harm him [in the case of physical fights] and reject him. Like he needs some kind of proxy perpetrator. For some abuse victims, this specific manifestation of self-destructive behavior is a way to regain control--whether or not you "deserved it" back then, you do now, as a direct, logical result of your actions.

Need to be invisible, perfect, or perfectly bad

I think each of these needs manifests in different ways for Jo. The need to be invisible can be seen with authority figures (mainly Aoki, but also Arakawa in The Yubitsume Scene, a little; how drastically he pulls back and tries to act "normal")--this relates to what you were talking about with being reluctant to intrude or take up space. If you fall under the radar, maybe you won't get hurt.

The need to be perfect can be seen in his seemingly "impossible" standards, I would say. Of course, because we see things from Ichiban's perspective, we tend to see them as unfair and often arbitrary demands. But they aren't arbitrary to Jo, are they? They're standards he holds himself to through and through. If you're good, maybe you won't get hurt.

The need to be perfectly bad can be seen in and relates to much of what I discussed under self-destructiveness [The Eye Scene and the way he antagonizes Ichiban specifically by making himself out to be worse than he is]. If you must get hurt, it can at least "make sense"--be "deserved."

Suicidal thoughts, attempts, obsession (including "passive suicide")

Obviously he's not like… Mine Levels Of Overtly And Consistently Suicidal, and he doesn't attempt suicide himself, but at the same time, I have to note his total ambivalence towards Aoki seeing him as a "bullet" (a kind of hitman sent on suicide missions). He agreed to what he himself viewed as a suicide mission and he didn't care what would happen to him afterward, as he says to Joon-gi, Zhao, and Adachi.

Aside from that, I certainly feel he's at least had passive thoughts like wanting to disappear or wishing he'd never been born. Y'know. Nothing concrete, but reflective of his mental state, and just as detrimental to dwell on long-term.

I think there's a sort of childishness [for lack of a better word] to thoughts like these [in that they're impossible], but also a level of maturity in that it probably doesn't escalate to something more actionable because he understands he has responsibilities he can't abandon. I think if he was ever seriously suicidal, it would be at the points of his life where he really didn't have any responsibility to anyone, like between Ikumi leaving and him joining the family, or after he was arrested.

Depression (sometimes paralyzing) […]

I'm trying not to over explain going forward because I Have BEEN Overexplaining It Is SUCH A Disaster… he's depressed If You Have Eyes And/Or Ears… I'll leave it at that…

Anger issues; inability to recognize, own, or express anger; constant anger […]

Lol

Rigid control of one's thought process; humorlessness or extreme solemnity

Relates back to what I was saying about how disciplined he is [and expects everyone else to be], but in general, he's incredibly, incredibly serious and focused. I don't think he's /entirely/ humorless [but then again, very few people are]; I just think his specific sense of humor is. Like. What Is Your Problem [I Know What Your Problem Is I Have Been Discussing It In EXCRUCIATING Detail But What The Fuck Is Your Problem]

Trust issues; inability to trust (trust is not safe); total trust; trusting indiscriminately

That's why he was planning on taking his secret to the grave, isn't it? It was only when faced with the realization it would soon be too late to say anything that he was able to tell Ichiban. He could've trusted Arakawa, should've been able to, but… in his mind he never could.

This book [and this checklist] is about "incest" actually, but it redefines "incest" to mean any instance of CSA perpetrated by any individual the victim trusts or has an expectation of being able to implicitly trust. Which… is most CSA as we understand it today, so I've edited some parts to just say that.

Anyway, I've never given much thought to the specifics of what Jo might've experienced--who did it, what happened, how long it went on, etc.--so there's no conclusion I can draw here [and elsewhere, I'm sure]… but even without that, to grow up unable to trust the one person who should be in his corner, his father, and to have his trust betrayed by Ikumi, it's no surprise Jo ended up like this either way. So… I'm happy he had the courage to tell Ichi, in the end.

High risk taking ("daring the fates"); inability to take risks

I think these are supposed to be mutually exclusive, but to me, Hoshino's assassination and Arakawa's assassination represent both sides of the coin, although they're not the only examples. There are risks Jo won't think twice about taking and risks that paralyze him.

Boundary issues; control, power, territoriality issues; fear of losing control; obsessive/compulsive behaviors (attempts to control things that don't matter, just to control something)

Lol…

Guilt, shame; low self-esteem, feeling worthless; high appreciation of small favors by others

Lmao Even…

Feeling demand to "produce and be loved"; instinctively knowing and doing what the other person needs or wants; relationships mean big tradeoffs (love was taken, not given)

I actually think this encapsulates a lot of what I've been saying about his work ethic, his ideas of discipline, and his relationship with Ikumi, but I also think it's why Masato took a liking to him. His attentiveness. It ties back into wanting to be perfect; when you're abused--especially long-term--you become attuned to observing and responding to any shifts in mood or tone. This is another area where I can't draw any conclusions relevant to my point, but it does certainly relate to his father's abuse, at any rate.

Abandonment issues

Kind of contentious… The anticipation of being abandoned by or losing someone he cares about appears to be worse than the actual experience. He's fine with Ikumi leaving him, and he's… not Fine With, but able to come to terms with Arakawa's death and Aoki's abandonment of him. At the same time, he really does try to make Ikumi's stay in his life comfortable, and he spends almost forty years doing his damnedest to keep his family together, whatever the cost. If I were to extrapolate from RGGJo, though, /he/ does have an obsessive, unhealthy attachment to Arakawa.

Blocking out some period of early years (especially 1–12); or a specific person or place

Ikumiiiiii that's what I'm SAYINGGGG

Feeling of carrying an awful secret; urge to tell, fear of its being revealed; certainty no one will listen; being generally secretive […]

Rofl Perhaps…

Denial; […] repression of memories; pretending; minimizing ("it wasn't that bad") […]

He admits to it himself. Not much else to say. Though I don't think he necessarily minimizes what he's been through by dismissing how bad it was; rather, he tends to overestimate his ability to move past it.

Pattern of ambivalent or intensely conflictive relationships (intimacy is a problem; also focus shifted from [CSA] issues)

Also kind of contentious… we don't see a pattern of romantic relationships, as I assume the author meant here, but at the same time, the romantic relationship and non-romantic relationships we do see fit this pattern. I guess I'd say I definitely think intimacy /would/ be a problem, and he /wouldn't/ be ready to address his issues.

Limited tolerance for happiness; active withdrawal from happiness, reluctance to trust happiness ("ice=thin")

The quote that prompted this ask in the first place. It's sort of connected to the point about humorlessness and extreme solemnity; if that was the "what," this is the "why." He doesn't know how to relax ["holidays don't exist" and all], he doesn't have much to be happy about, but even rarer is the occasion where he doesn't feel too conflicted in the moment to be able to enjoy himself. That's just how I see him.

[…] verbal hypervigilance (careful monitoring of one's words); quiet-voiced, especially when needing to be heard

EXACTLY what I was talking about in this ask, so I'm leaving that one up to past me…

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... That's It That's The Essay I'm going to hibernate until Infinite Wealth comes out and somehow refutes my points but UNTIL THEN. Farewell, take care, and once more, don't worry too much about matching my energy… Like I Said if I were the one receiving this ask I'd just delete my blog, so… I'll just be happy to know you read it :] If That lmao

ok i read it :) 👁️👁️ READMYTAGSTHERESMORETHEREIPROMISE

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oops! all siffrins (isat fic)

part 1

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Birdsong coaxes you awake. You can feel the grass around you sway as a soft breeze gently plays with your bangs.

...Something about that was wrong. You crack open an eye. Darkless hair greets your vision. That's wrong, too. You sit up, fully opening your eyes now.

Or eye, apparently. Something's preventing you from opening the other one. Looking down at yourself, you see...

...Why are you wearing Siffrin's cloak?

"—Frin! Siffrin!" your voice calls out. Rapid footfalls alert you to someone's approach.

Ah, right. You had just been on your way to wake up Siffrin, hadn't you? You wanted a second opinion on your sleepover idea, after all!

But wait, you hadn't been the one to say that, so who—

Your eye snaps up to see a figure running towards you.

It's... you??

"Siffrin! What's going on? We did it, didn't we? And you—"

Despite her standing right in front of you now, you have trouble focusing on whatever she's rambling about. And who could blame you? That's you talking at you! Or another version of you? And she thought you were Siffrin? You really don't know what's going on right now.

"—and then you got all big, and—"

And the things she's saying are just... completely nonsensical! Time loops, the end of the world? You don't remember any of that happening to you!

Still, she seems... real, in a way. Like, obviously, you're you. But, she's... also you? She's acting the way you think you would have acted given what she's saying, at least. It's... disorienting, to say the least.

...Not to mention, you just... have a feeling. You don't know how, but you know. She's...

"—and—Siffrin, you remember all of that, right? Siffrin?"

Uh oh, she's waiting for an answer now! What to say, what to say—!

"Are you sure you didn't just have a nightmare, Mira?" you ask. Wow, talking to another you is weird! Still, you can tell that she's stressed. You don't need to worry her about yourself.

And it's not like any of the things she was talking about were even possible! This version of you is probably even more worried about tomorrow than you are, if she was having dreams about it!

A myriad of expressions wash over her face. Confusion, shock, horror... Crab, you didn't help at all!

"Uh, uh—I mean, we're going to be fighting against the King tomorrow, it makes perfect sense to have nightmares like that!" you try to assuage her.

She's staring at you now with a hesitant look of... something. You would think you'd be better at reading your own face.

"...Alright, I guess you might be right..." she doesn't seem fully convinced.

A beat passes where neither of you say anything. Other you seems to be deep in thought.

"Could you, uh, go get Madame Odile and Bonnie for me?" she eventually asks, handing you a piece of paper.

Without looking, you already know what's written on it. You wrote this list too, after all.

"I'll go get Isabeau and check if..." she trails off. You don't know what that was about.

Another beat.

"Anyway," she presses on, "I'll meet you back at the Clocktower with the rest, okay?"

"Sure thing, Mira" you nod, trying to smile a bit. Change, talking to her still feels so... wrong!

As the other Mirabelle walks away, you take a moment to examine yourself a bit closer. Yep, this is definitely Siffrin's body. That's... fine, right? That's fine. Everything's just fine, and there's nothing to worry about!

You should tell someone about this. Get some help, figure things out.

...It'll have to wait. Everyone's already worried about fighting the King tomorrow, you don't need to add to that. Besides, there's already another Mirabelle running around in your place! It's likely that no one would even believe you if you told them.

You can manage for a bit, you think. Just until you beat the King. That wouldn't be too much for you to handle, right? For now, just pretend to be Siffrin. Don't stress out your friends. Easy!

You begin walking to the shop. You've got appearances to keep up after all, Mirabelle.

[omgahgase]

charthur oneshot

so it happened. again. a pathetic wet kitten of a man with his pretty eyes and gorgeous smile captivated my heart and the result is a semi-coherent fic speed written in the wee hours of the morning. this is for all you charthur enjoyers out there, and for @tortureddpoett for always listening to me ramble in the dms. thanks for withstanding my lengthy headcanons <3

Arthur hears it, but he absolutely refuses to acknowledge it, let alone accept it. 

“I can’t kill all of them silently, so…when they chase me, you go the other way.” 

It’s a simple enough plan, one that’s ten times better than Micah’s bright idea of “Shoot the motherfuckers and book it.” Hell, even Dutch agrees to it, and that’s saying a lot because he’s normally the one cooking up a way to escape a potential shoot out. Or, in this case, a quick way to the Devil downstairs. When Dutch agrees with someone, it can only mean one of two things:

It’s in his favor.

He doesn’t have anything better.

And, considering how there’s four heavily armed Pinkerton’s and only four of their men are in fighting shape—Hosea and Lenny are practically bleeding to death on Bill and Javier, Arthur’s surprised those dirty pigs haven’t picked up on the obvious trail of blood leading to their pile of crates—this is the best they got. 

So, when Arthur thinks about it afterwards, maybe that’s why Dutch had to lock an arm around his middle to he wouldn’t fling himself in Charles’ face and explain why this plan is fucking stupid. He fights, dear God, he fights against him. Javier tells Arthur to shut up lest he gives them away, but fuck that because Arthur would rather get arrested with him than let Charles be hunted so they can bag. Dutch tightens his arm around Arthur’s chest, tries to cover his mouth so he doesn’t scream why sacrificing yourself is, again, fucking stupid, but what barrels up his throat and trips out of his mouth like a sputtering gun spitting out a rusty bullet is a choked plea. 

“You can’t—please—”

But Charles—smart, kind, stupidly brave Charles who wouldn’t put himself at risk for anything other than what he believes in, and goddamnit if Arthur doesn’t love him a little more now than ever—is as sturdy as a bison when he cuts Arthur off. 

“It’s your best bet to escape, don’t fight me on this.”

Arthur almost hoped Charles would tack his name onto the end of that demand, give him some idea that he’s saying it more to him than their band of outlaws who wouldn’t be as destroyed as Arthur would be if Charles gets hurt in this dumb fuck plan. He’s lost almost everyone he’s ever cared for, he’s not about to add his best friend to that growing list. 

(He’s also not about to pay any mind to how his chest constricts at the mere thought of lobbying Charles in anything less than the person who holds his heart, but his brain is too busy flagging down the ice-cold dread spider-crawling across his skin and tampering his adrenaline to something worse than fear.)

The arm around Arthur loosens, if just for a moment, maybe because Dutch can feel how badly Arthur’s shaking, or maybe his age is finally catching up to him and he can’t hold back a grown man dead set on not carving out another gravestone for his beloved. It’s enough to break out of Dutch’s hold, nearly sending him flying into a loaded crate with how hard Arthur pushes him back, and in two quick strides, he’s face to face with Charles. Passionate, gentle, beautiful Charles who looks even prettier in the moonlight and with a splatter of blood across his cheek than Arthur’s ever seen. It’s not his blood, thank God,  and that’s all Arthur can focus on before that rat bastard Micah is putting in his two cents. 

“I say let the man go. He’d be doing us a noble cause, letting us go.” 

Arthur growls, and even Charles is a little taken aback. “No one fucking asked you, Bell.” 

“Well, Morgan, you got any other ideas? It’s not like we got the law on our dicks and our friends bleedin’ out, but, sure. Hold up the line. That bullet in the boy’s guts ain’t going anywhere until we do.” Micah chuckles a dry, humorless laugh that, normally, would’ve had him getting real intimate with the end of Arthur’s pistol. Only now, it’s making the shake in Arthur’s hands turn into a full tremble. 

He chances a glance at Lenny, takes in his blood soaked front and the way he’s almost deadweight, slung haphazardly across Javier’s shoulders. His breathing is getting shallow, his eyes barely open. Hosea isn’t doing much better but at least the shot went through clean, he only has to worry about a few stitches. Lenny, on the other hand…

Charles plants a gentle hand on Arthur’s shoulder, and the world stops on its axis, if just for a moment. The gang falls away, the Pinkerton’s disappear, every thought that’s ever occupied Arthur’s mind up until the moment Charles touches him, his thumb a soothing little thing on the gooseflesh of Arthur’s neck, melts into a puddle and drips into the waves lapping at the dock’s edge. 

“I’ll be fine.” Charles says it with such assurance that Arthur is damn near convinced right there. But still, he’s gotta voice the words hammering behind his teeth. 

“It’s a fuckin’ stupid plan.” 

Charles grins, a soft, barely there upturn of his mouth that could be mistaken as just a twitch of his lips if Arthur didn’t know him any better. But he does. He knows how Charles wakes up in the morning, eyes groggy and with just enough energy to piss before grabbing his first cup of coffee. Arthur knows how Charles’ hands feel in his, rough and calloused from the reins of his horse, the ax back at camp, how such big and strong hands can craft the most delicate of arrows, string the tiniest bead into his hair. And Arthur knows that once Charles makes up his mind, there’s no going back. There’s no use fighting him on it, no matter how badly he wants to fight. It’s what Arthur’s good at, arguing, butting heads, but Charles, with all the ways he so easily lassoed Arthur’s heart and hitched it to his person, his stubbornness towards never backing down was the first spark against Arthur’s flint as to why he loves this unyielding, honorable, stupid man. 

One of the Pinkerton’s tilts his head in their direction, squints real tight to see beyond the glow of the shack’s light. “Y’all see something over there?”  

No one answers, but the guy is still staring in their direction, and Dutch is getting real uneasy by just standing around with two guys knocking on death’s door and bags filled to the top with cash. He tells Charles to get on with it or else they’re sitting ducks, and Arthur has half a mind to say fuck it and throw Dutch to the hounds instead, but Charles is grabbing Arthur by the handkerchief around his neck and Arthur kinda of forgets everything else besides the way Charles’ chocolate brown eyes dance in the flicker of the overhead lamps. How the scar on his cheek and the plump of his lips has Arthur wanting to pitch forward and know if Charles’ mouth is as soft as it looks. 

‘Not the time to get rejected, cowboy.’ Arthur swallows. He allows himself a few seconds to get his fill before Charles runs off because he’s a selfish prick when it comes to him, wants Charles all to himself if he could have him, but instead, Charles is gearing up to host the worst game of tag Arthur’s ever played. He huffs. ‘This is a stupid fucking plan.’ 

“I know it’s a stupid fucking plan,” Charles agrees, because who else would he be if he also wasn’t smart like that. Maybe that’s another reason why Arthur’s in love with him.

And because it’s a stupid plan, maybe that’s why Charles kisses him too. 

It’s the shortest, roughest kiss Arthur’s ever had. It’s all force and no finesse, no time to get a good enough feel for each other, and their teeth clicked on first impact, but by God is he gonna think about it for the rest of his life. He doesn’t care that the guys are watching and that Bill is flinging all kinds of insults because he’s a bitch who can’t let Arthur live. Hell, the Pinkerton’s could open fire on them now and Arthur wouldn’t bat an eye. As long as his last conscious thought is Charles’ lips on his and Charles’ hand moving to cradle his jaw and Charles Charles Charles. Arthur doesn’t give a flying fuck. 

It’s over before it could get started, and Arthur is left a little lightheaded from the shock of it all. He’s not shaking anymore, the hand twisted in Charles’ dress shirt isn’t trembling, only pulling him closer because Arthur is selfish and he wants the full line of Charles’ everything pressed against him, but Charles pushes him away, breaks their kiss with a breathless gasp. 

“I’ll find you after,” he promises, eyes doing that thing to Arthur’s insides he’s only recently come to realize is just the overall effect Charles has on him. “I swear.”

He’s off after that, and Arthur is left standing there, a little off his center of gravity and more than peeved that their first kiss wasn’t under the stars near a glowing campfire like how he’d envisioned it. 

He walks in front of them, then breaks out into a run. The Pinkerton’s immediately chase after him, and in the midst of Arthur watching the whole thing go down like a prisoner in chains, Dutch turns to him, expression unreadable. 

“That is one of the most beautiful acts I’ve ever saw.” He checks for the clear then motions for them to follow. “Come on.”

They make it a total of five steps forward before Arthur swivels towards the lot of them, gun cocked and voice steely when he says, “Not a fuckin’ word.” 

Javier snorts, hefts Lenny a little higher on his person. “How about five, compadre? Karen owes me twenty bucks.” 

Arthur growls, arms his pistol at Micah and Bill. “I don’t wanna hear anythin’ from either of you, if you say some vile shit about me and Charles—”

“Don’t get your granny panties in a twist, Morgan,” Bill heaves, moving Hosea so he’s not being completely dragged. “We have more pressing matters to deal with than who you swap spit with.” 

“I’ll bitch about it later,” Micah says, which tears a ‘fuck you’ out of Arthur’s throat, “as for now, that boat’s calling my name and those lawmen,” he points over his shoulder to the flashlights coming dangerously closer, “are on our dicks! Let’s fucking go!” 

No matter how much he wants to shoot both of them because they’re not going to let this little moment go and they will be total assholes when they get back to camp, Arthur can’t argue because the flashlights are closing in and Dutch is nearly out of his sight. 

They make it to the boat and sneak below deck to an empty medbay. Dutch goes to find the captain with a little gold in hand, ‘financial persuasion,’ he called it, while Arthur and Javier get to work on Lenny and Hosea. It’s a grueling task, digging out the broken fragments of a bullet from Lenny’s insides, but they manage it without making him take more damage, and Bill only had to knock him out twice to keep the screaming down. By the time the two of them are all patched up and sleeping in the bunks, Micah found some booze and passed out on the floor. Javier wasn’t too far behind him, followed by Bill, and then it was only Arthur. 

With nothing better to do, Arthur goes to the open window facing the retreating glowing lights of Saint Denis. They departed somewhere around the first time Lenny woke up screaming, and now the city is just a line on the horizon. Arthur’s mind drifts to the camp, wondering if the Pinkerton’s are on their trail now too. He thinks about John and Abigail, worried if either of them are alive, scared that Arthur may return to camp to find Jack without his parents. 

And like how he’s been doing for the past half year, he thinks about Charles. Something in him tells him Charles gave those bastards the slip and he’s safe somewhere, probably lost in the bustle of gossiping men and women demanding to know who could’ve robbed the Lemoyne National Bank and got away with it. 

It sinks in, then, like a bolt from the blue. The robbery, the chase. The bags of gold stashed under the floorboards. They pulled their last heist. The money's theirs. 

Arthur lets out a disbelieving laugh that soon into a full, belly clutching bellow of sheer joy. No more scams and schemes, no more running. He can get some land, settle down, be it in Tahiti or otherwise, Arthur doesn’t know, nor does he care. 

What he does know, however, is that when he returns, he’ll find Charles and they can have a proper first kiss, one without blood and guns and life or death situations. He’ll probably ask Charles to go hunting with him, spend the day shooting game and exchanging tender looks that can last longer than the few seconds Arthur always gave himself. They’ll pitch a tent somewhere in the wild, their bed rolls a little closer than before, sharing a meal with a bottle passed between them. 

Then, as Charles describes the different constellations and explains what the stars and the gods mean to his people, bellies and hearts full, hands touching, thumbs caressing over scarred knuckles, Arthur’ll stop him mid sentence because he’s selfish and he can’t stop himself now he’s gotten a taste. He’ll kiss Charles like he means it, words never said but always felt, exchanging between their lips. Hands and kisses softer than what Arthur could ever deserve because he’s only lived the life of an outlaw, only ever knew how to shoot and survive.

But now, with cash in his pockets and a new dream in mind, one where he’s not just a gunslinger, but maybe a farmer, or a horse rancher—a husband. Yeah. That sounds nice. 

Arthur thinks he can be a little selfish, if just this once. 

[tgmsunmontue]

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All completed fics can be found at: ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN, however if you prefer an up-to-date list you can visit this Tumblr post, as it lists all my TG/TG:M fics and links to both AO3 and the first Tumblr post for that fic.

*ACTIVE WIPS - (updating ~weekly depending on chapter length)

Sagas of Solitude 12/21 - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby Bradley Bradshaw who has to keep his relationship with Mav and Ice a secret when he starts at the USNA. Featuring married Ice and Mav (but not to each other). Prologue He Remembers and Lonely Nights are both set in this verse. (Last updated 22nd September)

Season to Taste 21/? Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world. (Last updated 26th September)

*Active WIPs, versus WIPs listed below - more writing time and energy is spent working on the above, while the below are fics I work on sporadically (or in the weekends).

WIP STATUS (+ FIC IDEAS CURRENTLY GERMINATING)

FYI - everyone is welcome to take any of the ideas and do their own spin. Don't plagiarise obviously, but definitely feel free to take it and add your own twist.

A) Upon which our souls touch - 6/? - Hangster Fantasy AU (Last updated 7th September)

B) Never knew I was missing you - 1/? - Hangster AU with Jake a naval aviator and Bradley and A-list Hollywood star. They meet on a dating app. Famous and cat fishing that isn't cat fishing because online relationships are rife but...? (Tumblr idea) (Last updated 21st September)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - 4/? - Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic) (Last updated 1st September)

D) IceMav with unknown about children because the US Navy is evil and produced offspring because of genetics being a THING. (Tumblr ramblings)

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

F) Olympic AU - Jake and Javy are the Flyboys, a synchronised diving pair. Bradley is a gymnast.

G) Party of 5 AU - Jake raising his younger siblings and trying to run the family business and grieve the life he had started to build at College.

H) From the top 2/? - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together. AU divergent ish. (Last updated 23rd July)

I) Bradley runs away and joins the circus. Tumblr ramblings.

J) Barista Jake? Fleshing this out into a proper length fic? (HERE)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 8/?Transformers cross-over for help me @yeagrave is 110% to blame for me adding this... (related to this post) (Last updated 13th September)

L) Hangster Sports Team AU with Hangster being ex-es and the trade deadline coming in hot and Bradley being traded in and all hell is about to break loose... Ramblings

M) Practical Magic AU (Tumblr ramblings)

N) Two guys in the mines hooking up... (Madness)

O) Long-distance/Zoom D&D players. (Madness)

P) Rooster is a shapeshifter trapped in his animal form? Crackity crack crack. (Madness)

Q) EMPTY SLOT 😱

R) IceMav Bingo of the Florist and Undercover agent variety.

S) Jake leaves Bradley at the alter and everyone is heartbroken. Including me.

T) Bradley a mechanic and Jake still an aviator. Hopefully a short little ficlet which is actually short. (Tumblr prompt/idea)

[allastoredeer]

If it's not too much work, could you share what your outlining process is like? I always feel a little lost when I try outlining my fics and I know the process is different for everyone but I feel like it would help to know what others do. Every time I try to google help I get processes for original novel writing, and it doesn't feel as applicable to writing a short fanfic.

I would love to :3

There are actually a few different ways I outline, and sometimes it depends on the length of the fic and how complex the plot is.

I'll use one of my saved radiostatic prompts as an example (it also gives me an excuse to sit down and actually outline it hehe)

So, sometimes just the prompt itself is a good enough outline for me (this is dependent on how long I think the fic is going to be. If it's short, sometimes the prompt itself works and I don't need to go in-depth. I say "prompt" but that also can mean a specific scene in your head that you want to write, or a concept, or even a piece of fan-art that inspired you).

Here's the paragraph prompt I wrote for this radiostatic one-shot/short fic (spoilers, I guess):

So sometimes, just this is enough for me to start writing the fic (my prompts do tend to get a little big because I like to add a lot of detail - about the scene or concept that grabbed my attention - so that I capture all the vibes and emotions that I want to incorporate.

But sometimes, it helps to go more in-depth so I'm not overwhelmed trying to get to the part of the fic that I want to write (NOTE: It is totally fine if you write out the scene/parts that you want to write the most, even if it's in the middle or the end. You can always fill in the blanks after. Or you can just post the scene you wanted to write without adding more. It's up to you).

I like to figure out what scenes happen that lead up to the parts I want to write, so sometimes, I'll make a bullet-point list of chronological scenes, plot-points, and details. For example:

And etc... you continue on until you've hashed out the sequence of events that take place in the story. This doesn't have to be super detailed (it can be really brief and to the point) and doesn't it have to be super clinical either. Just have fun and write down whatever silly thoughts you have in your head.

You bullet-point list can be as simple as:

Alastor goes downstairs to do exercise.

Vox shows up to do the exercise as well (invited by Charlie)

They get into an argument about modern technology.

Vox leaves.

It's really just about putting down the sequence of events starting from the very beginning to the very end. You can keep it simple like the above example

OR

You can make it even more detailed by doing an in-depth summary of the fic, scene by scene, plot point by plot point, until you get to the end (this is what I usually do because it gets everything planned out and on the page, down to the smallest details). For example:

And then it goes on like this until I've outlined the entire fic. You can be silly with this. Just have fun. Let yourself ramble and get all you're ideas out. Don't try to stick to a rigid plan, let the story flow naturally.

Then, once I've finished my outline, I use it as a guide as I write the rough draft. The thing about outlines is that you don't have to follow exactly what you planned. It's okay to diverge or adds things or cut things out. It really is just a loose guide to help you through the events of the story and get your thoughts on paper.

Additionally: You don't even have to fully finish the outline if you don't want to. Sometimes you get half of it done before you want to start writing, and that's fine. The rest of the story will reveal itself as you go.

If I'm doing a multi-chaptered fic, sometimes I'll break the overall idea of the story into pre-determined chapters and summarize it section by section. Or, I'll just be a maniac and summarize the entire fic in one big, super long, super detailed block of text. Another staticradio fic I'm currently outlining is 16,152 words long and I'm not even close to being done. I expected this fic to get super long and complex, so writing it out in a very chronological and detailed manner helps it feel less daunting. AND now I have every plot point, twist, emotional scene, and bit foreshadowing planned out and already placed where I want it to show up in the fic. It's great. It makes me life easier when I actually buckle down and write the rough draft.

Just as a final note, I want to say that everyone's process is different. This is how I outline, but I know it won't work for everyone. It's all about finding what method works for you.

I'll say that one of the most important to do while outlining is simply having fun with it. Make it your hype list. Make every scene you jot down a scene you're excited to write. Make yourself want to write it so it doesn't feel like a chore to slog through.

Best advice I've ever recieved: If you're bored writing a scene, the audience will be bored reading it.

Have fun and write the story you wanna write 👉👉

Hope this helped!

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Can I request a Chris Pontius x Female!Readee imagine about Chris Dating the reader who is Steve-O’s sister who is the complete opposite of him?

Total(y Shirtless) Gentleman

When Y/N gets dragged along to her brother’s house party, all she can think about is how much she’d rather not be there- that is, until she meets someone who makes her change her mind.

Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

1.1k Words

Warnings: Suggestive content, mention of drug use, fighting, flirting, crude language, drinking

An: Thank you so much for your request!! I always love writing for Chris :) he is such a sweet guy! As a note I also do not have a brother (add that to the list with being married and having a baby) so yet again I do hope this is accurate to real brother behavior. I really enjoyed where this fic went and would be totally down for writing another part if anyone would be interested! I know I wrote it but I really wanna see where this goes XD Anyways, thank you for requesting and please keep the requests comming!!!

Your brother made a living shoving things up his ass and swallowing goldfish on MTV, while you couldn’t even shotgun a beer. That’s how you ended up in this situation; on his shitty couch he got off a street corner, drenched in cheap booze at a house (apartment) party you didn’t even want to be at. Steve invited you and you were too nice to turn him down, even though you knew you had an essay to work on. Still, you tried to have fun and as the night went on and the AMs hit, he got the genius idea to show you how to ‘just drain a fucker’ as he put it. Even though all you really wanted was to be at home, you forced a smile because, while he was an ass at times, he was your brother, and you really did love him, even with all the crazy bullshit he got you into.

Not noticing your pretty apparent discomfort at the mess on your shirt through his drunk goggles, Steve roughly slung an arm around you, cheering with the rest of the party’s patrons. You were distracted by the feeling of the beer seeping through fabric and sticking to your skin to notice when your brother pulled someone out of the crowd and onto the couch next to him, eagerly introducing this stranger, “Oh! Hey- hey, Y/N! This here’s my buddy Chris!” Your head went up from trying to figure out if you could see your bra through your shirt and to the man on the far side of the couch who was smiling at you. Squinting through the dimness, you completely forgot about the beer. He was hot- really hot, and there was something about him, maybe the long hair or the way he carried himself that seemed to just captivate you. Steve’s intoxicated rambling turned into background noise, “Dude, he’s, like- the raddest dude I know. One time-“ his attention slipped away when someone tapped him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear, quickly whisking your brother away and leaving you alone with Chris.

“Did you spill something on your shirt?” In contrast to some of the awful flirting attempts you had heard from guys, this seemed like a genuine question. You played it safe anyways, speaking up over the loud music of the party, “Uh, yeah. I can’t really walk around like this…” Before you could say anything more, he was talking off his orange Black Flag t-shirt, smiling like a golden retriever, “Oh, here!” You could see the contours of his tan muscles, ogling his biceps so hard you had to remind yourself not to stare, tearing your eyes away from his Adonis-like physique. Was he actually going to give the shirt off of his back to a complete stranger? “A-Are you sure?” Chris shrugged, smiling, “Yeah! I don’t even like wearing clothes anyways!”

As one would expect, Steve wasn’t exactly happy to see his sister wearing his best friend’s T-shirt. He grabbed the hem to examine it, squinting with deibeleif, “This isn’t…who- is this Chris’ shirt?” You knew how he would react but you still felt compelled to tell the truth, speaking as nonchalantly as you could muster as you leaned against the wall, “Yeah.” His eyes went wide. Every muscle in Steve’s body seemed to tense in a second and all of the substances coursing through his body did nothing to tamp down his overprotective brother instincts, “Why the hell’re you wearing Chris’ shirt- and where is he?!” He always assumed the worst with you, but if there was one place you wouldn’t want to be, it was on the receiving end of Steve’s wrath after someone hurt his sister. “Hey, w-'' Though you tried to stop him, he stormed off down the hallway before you could explain anything.

“What the fuck were you doin’ with Y/N?” Even though Chris had at least fifty pounds on your brother, Steve grabbed and yanked him away from whatever conversation about surfing he was having with ease, dragging him to one corner of the party. Pontius, confused, held up his hands in surrender at his seemingly uncalled for aggression, “What? She spilled beer on herself, dude- I just gave her my shirt!” Steve knew guys, and he knew that couldn't be true. Though he let go of his gator grip on his thick bicep, the sheer rage in his eyes didn’t leave just yet, not quite believing him, “That’s it? You seriously didn’t do anything?” Chris had known Steve for years and for everything the two of them had done together he had never seen him this pissed. He swallowed, “Nothing! Promise!” Your brother sighed in relief at his earnest response, but of course Pontius, who had a tendency to be honest to a fault, just had to open his mouth, “I mean, she is pretty hot, but-“

“You stay away from my sister!”

As all of this happened, you were completely unaware of this exchange, blissfully ignorant until you went squeezing through crowds, searching for Chris near the end of the night. It’s actually surprisingly hard to pick a shirtless guy out at a house party. When you did eventually find him, you leaned over towards him, tapping him on a well defined shoulder, “Hey, I just-“ He jumped a little, still shaken up from Steve’s little outburst earlier in the night. Of course, you assumed you were the source of his surprise so your eyes widened in panic, words coming out like little mousey squeaks, “Oh! I’m sorry- I just, uh- I just wanted to know when I could get this back to you? The shirt, I mean.” After a second, Chris eyed the room, shooting a glance behind him before reaching into his pocket and grabbing his BlackBerry. He hit a few buttons before glancing up at you, his voice low but still with that sweet quality you heard from him before, “Tomorrow works for me. What’s your number?”

Was this real? This super hot guy was asking for your number? It was like your heart was going to leap out of your chest as Chris chuckled, “I mean, so you can give it back to me! We should meet up or something.” Is that a date? Holy shit. You meet a guy, he gives you his clothes, he asks for your number, and now you have a date with him. This is the type of thing you only fantasize about and see in movies. Your face was red as a tomato as you smiled, nodding as you pulled out your phone, “Uh, sure! Yeah!” Maybe that party was worth going to anyways.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁

"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥"

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : you've got what you wanted, why does it feel like it's all too late?

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : it took this way too long again lol so I hope I did it justice

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM!reader, language, use of y/n, reader and Eddie are both (21), Henry is (30+), Jason being an asshole to literally anyone on this fic, age gap, vi0lence, manipulation, gaslight, unrequited feelings, attempted murder and homicide, physical and verbal abuse, harassment, this chapter will be GRAPHIC! you know what you're getting yourself into, mentions of corpses, MASSIVE REVELATIONS, I advice to bring tissues on this chapter because 🥹

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : set in 17th century, upside down exists but think of it as an much older set up, ANGST IS BACK and FLUFF ON THE BEGINNING (I'm sorry), dark fantasy, romance, action, and drama

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : writing this chapter is a quite a lot to take in and I'm so pressured to capture everything from the last few chapters before! I just want to get it right, but I hope the long awaited return of me to write this is still loved! 🥺🫶🏻

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : next time when I'm writing for another series, I'll just focus on that and I'll be back for other fic ideas on my list because that's what happened to me like?!? and also my preparations for every other chapter I take it very seriously, so, my apologies once again! 😭

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

"Y/N, wait, waaaaait"

On the walk on the passageways of your castle, Gareth halt his tracks for the third time but you can't help but feel giddy as you giggled

All of you stopped the moment he blinks his eyes in disbelief

"She already explained to you a gazillion times!" Jeff makes a sour expression directing at his friend

Eddie is holding his huge fit of laughter to his friend losing his mind

"Easy for you to say! I can't process that information when we we're with him! not knowing that he's also a fucking royal!" Gareth punctuates his point as he makes a lot of gestures to Eddie

Gareth rambles at the three of you as you watch him having a meltdown

"Is he a simple royal?! A freaking knight as well for christ sakes!" The lantern makes a squeaks sound as he moves back in forth into the small space

"Now, I know why you're so good at swords fight" he adds but not without his eyes are open wide

Jeff does a side eye to Eddie as he watches him shrugged and he shifts onto his feet from where he's standing

"I mean- yeah, I get it, Gareth, I was shocked too"

You swore to yourself that you saw Gareth almost burst into smithereens to his unbelievable comment

"That was your reaction?!?"

"W-What am I supposed to do?!?"

"Guys!" You shout as your voice echoes into the dark space

Jeff and Gareth turned their heads at you as Eddie flashes amusement on his eyes

"Does that mean things will be changed?"

"What do you mean?" You question him but with a smile on your face

"Since, well, oh- fuck- don't act dumb" Gareth shakes his lantern so aggressively that Jeff steps aside a little bit as he saw the melted wax dripped

"He means since both of you are like royalties things will be different" Jeff replies instead rolls his eyes at his friend who keeps dilly dallying at his point

Gareth flicks his hand making a slight "bow" to his statement

Jeff is now reminding himself why is he friends with him

"Who said things will be changed?" Eddie snickers as he shakes his head at the both of them

"They'll stay the same, Gareth" Jeff tugs up a smile as he nudges his shoulder

"Nah, I doubt it, I think they're just playing dumb, just wait- til' the end one of us will end up in a goddamn public execution"

You and Eddie looked at each other as you both cracked up a booming laughter

Jeff grows a much more bigger smile than before as he watches the both of you dying and needing of air from the serotonin levels that you both had

Gareth made an deathly glare at the both of you

"Come on, guys, let's go, my arm is getting tired for raising this lantern, save that for later" Eddie jokes as he takes your hand in his

You giggle to Gareth's face as he begrudgingly follows Jeff

"but you both gotta have to say "no" if ever that happens, right?!" Gareth groans

"Is this two bodies isn't enough for the gate to open?" Jason carries the lifeless bodies into the pit as he grimaced at disgust

Henry wants to puke all of his wrongdoings and wishes he could start all over again

He wants to talk to you

He even wants to come over at your room to see you

He wonders what you're we're at doing last night

"No, I told you, it needs one more"

Jason huffs as he removes the residue from his hands in a cloth as he stands beside Henry

"Then who is it gonna be?"

"Why don't you try to kill that boy?"

"Who?"

"Eddie, If you saw him, snap his bones off in an instant"

"Why would I do that?!?"

"Because I fucking goddamn believe that he's the one who got out from the upside down"

"Jason, you put all of those people in there, anyone can come out that place"

"What do you mean, me? You're also involved in this you motherfucker!"

Henry clenches his jaw as he looks away from Jason

If he stares any longer, he might've been squashed him down real flat

"I could've been something else rather than this"

Jason scoffs "No, you're born to be evil, don't make yourself innocent"

"I love her!" Henry's outburst caused a huge knock off to every furniture in the room

Leaving Jason the only person in the room who isn't affected but he got startled to his actions

It was loud that the four of you heard the banging sound in the walls

You thought you were the only one who heard it when you look at all of them

Fear creeps into their faces

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Jason walks towards to heavily breathing Henry

He watches him as he making a fist out of anger and frustration

"Our plan is going well until that girl is making you soft when she isn't supposed to be an issue to this" Jason's voice is firm as looks sternly at him

"Ain't she supposed to die like all the other kingdoms that we've wiped out?!?

Henry swallows the lump on his throat as his eyes became glassy

It is true

You should've been died before he couldn't do it

Because why?

He developed feelings for you since the first time he saw you

The maid that you comfortably spoken to before overheard this as she accidentally dropped the basket of clean laundry as she tripped on to the floor

She was about to tell you what she heard

She could've gone far away from them

She could've get up and save herself

But no, something is making her stay in that place

Her mind is now playing tricks thinking that she is safe

When in reality, she is frozen on the same position that she was in before

Jason places his palm on the door as he pushes and there's the girl that you've grown close than any other people from your palace

He grins at the girl as she tries to call for help but she can't, her whole body feels numb

Tears run stream down on her face as she watches Jason squats to look at her

Henry appears in the doorframe as he looked at the girl sympathetically

"Looks like we got ourselves the last hurrah" he chuckles darkly

The four of you run in the halls of the dark passageways

"Here!" You pushed the familiar brick of walls that your father taught you in case of emergency

The rest of you keep pushing as you making your way inside, recognition flashes through your eyes, it's your father's beloved library

"You heard that, man?" Enzo spoke through his mouthful of bread, he dust off the crumbs from his hand as he picked up a weapon

Wayne looks over at Enzo's shoulder, witnessing the books falling off as the wall in the corner kept moving

When they both saw a figure coming out of it they both hide

They're about to attack whoever the person behind the secret door

They heard your voice

But you're not alone, you're with someone else

Enzo sighs of relief as he shoots a melancholy but wholesome look at Wayne who is already looking at him

Enzo nods slowly indicating that he'll meet-

"Enzo? Are you here?" You say as you make your way into the open space of the library

"Y/N!" Enzo speaks as you smile widely as you embrace him

As you hold him, you saw him

"Wayne?"

"Hello dear" he smiles just like his nephew

"Oh my god" you ran over to him giving him the hug for the first time in years

Your eyes went all over the place as your mind make flashbacks of what's become at the two of you before

You both got taken away and that left a mark on you that you'll never can't never erase

But now, he's here, getting the chance to hold him

It's like your father is here again

Wayne smiles down at you but suddenly he heard another voice, he knits his brows together

"I can't believe you've grown up so differently!"

"I think it's because of the hair"

He heard the chatter between Enzo and-

"Eddie?"

Your heart made lurch out of your throat from any minute as he slowly removes himself away from you

Your tears are forming and threatening to spill for what you're going to witness now

Eddie looked over at the elder man who is now approaching him

His heart is racing, his mind is running a lot of thoughts, he feels like he's about to burst into tears at his presence

Is this could be it?

Wayne stares at his nephew as he gasps in disbelief but not without the happiness making in it's way on his features

Eddie searches for your eyes and when he meets your tears swirling through your vision, his heartbeat starts faster as the man walks closer to him

"My, my dear boy" Wayne couldn't help himself as he pulled Eddie embracing him tightly like he was about to disappear

Both of the men broken down into tears and it's the very first time ever you saw his friends cried over this bittersweet moment

Enzo blinks the tears away as you heard his quiet sniffle

Eddie meets your eyes again as it soften through the tears pooling over his uncle shoulder as he nods slightly to you

"Thank you" he mouths to you as you smile at him wiping your tears from your cheeks

"Eddie couldn't even stand still while we're posing at that, he was getting tired of it" you say while chuckling as you look at the painting

Jeff and Gareth laughs at the distorted thing that Eddie holds at the painting of you and him back when you're both 14

Eddie eyes are fixated on you with glint of overflowing tears and happiness, a smile is sitting on his lips

"Here, I have a cup of coffee" Enzo mutters as he offers it to him

Eddie blinks as he snaps his head to Enzo in front of him, he murmurs a soft "thank you"

Wayne is sitting beside him, he can't take it off from his nephew

Enzo glances at his way with empathy on his eyes, I mean- who wouldn't blame him?

He thought he won't be able to see his nephew

He thought he wouldn't have the chance to savor this moment

He thought he lost him

He thought he lost everything he ever cared in the world

He doesn't even know where to begin

"How are you doing, kid?"

Eddie looks at him with a small smile but it's endearing "Uh, if you compare it to before I met you, I feel....complete now"

Wayne chuckles, "he inherited my humor, huh?" he thinks

Thank god, his nephew spills humor he doesn't want to break into tears again

Enzo told Wayne about how strange it is that his nephew didn't know everything about himself

"I-I wanted to ask you, how'd you didn't know?- It's okay if you don't want to talk-"

Eddie waves his hand at him as shifts on his seat as he takes a sip of his coffee, "that's the question that I think I won't ever find the answer, I somehow- I-I didn't know I can't seem to remember what happened to me"

He felt a huge rock just fell right through his chest as he saw the sad look on his nephew eyes

He could've been avoided it happen but he was helpless

Wayne nods as he slowly takes in every word he said "I'm sorry"

Eddie turns himself to him fully as he pulled his brows together at him

Wayne silently sniffles as Eddie sadly sighs

"I-I'm sorry that I didn't protected you enough- I am so sorry-"

"Wayne, don't- just don't ever blame yourself, it is never your fault, please, what matters that we found each other"

Wayne and Eddie laughs in tears once again as they both embraced each other

"I won't ever leave your side again"

"I know, you won't"

The rest of them you've invited them over at your sanctuary room

There are few more extra mattresses, Eddie checked himself out as he wants to be alone for a while, you nod him with an understanding

Eddie breathes at the air in your corridor as he walks at the garden, he smiles to himself

Everything is fine until he pulls back into reality, he was about to go back inside, he saw Jason, pulling a sandbag as he looks closely

He made a double look as he saw it moved

He hesitates for a second to follow him but then he remembers your words

"Don't you think that they're the reasons why so many people disappearing all of the sudden?"

So, he went as he hides as he continues to spy

"You can come out now, Henry"

Eddie glared at the mention of his name

He knew it

And you knew it

He isn't really to be trusted

"You sure there's no one around?"

"Just fucking do the job" Jason seethes as he clicks his tongue

Henry rolls his eyes as Eddie heard the rustles

"No!!!! Let me go!" The girl from the sandbag cries for help as Eddie flinches by the sound of it, it was cut off when Henry covers her mouth, the gut-wretching sobs can't be missed

It became muffled as Henry kept holding her still

He suddenly felt nervous and afraid for the life of the girl that they abducted

"This is the last one, I'm so ready for this" Jason sounds so calm like that gives another info to Eddie that they didn't done this for the first time

They've already done it a lot of times

Eddie gulps, he can feel his heart jumping inside

He watches intently but also the guilt feeling on his stomach is about to form as he already get the idea

They're about to kill this poor young girl

It takes everything for him to disrupt the scene until his eyes go furiously wide, his hands went clammy, he doesn't even noticed that he's shaking

He even had to suppressed his screams of fear and terror

He watches Henry as he lifts his hand directing at the young girl, he saw the eyes that are now turned white, the whole body levitate as he raises his hand higher, Eddie breathes heavily as he saw the nosebleed from Henry

Eddie takes a sharp gasp as he slammed his mouth against the palm of his hand as he saw the young girl eyes sucked out of her skull, it started bleeding everywhere, all of bones started to crunch and snap easily as Henry flick his hand naturally like it was nothing and the whole appearance of the girl changed like he pulled the life out of her

Now, he knows why you're so scared, he is witnessing what you've witnessed

No wonder why you flinched so badly the moment you've told him

Eddie jumped to where he was hiding the minute he heard the thud of the lifeless body onto the ground, the girl is now deformed laying in there

"That was so goddamn satisfying, man" Jason applauses

"Keep it low!" Henry whisper-shouts as he looked everywhere in the area, he's paranoid

Eddie shakes his head as he slowly runs away, he doesn't want to stay there any longer

You're resting on the couch as you wait for Eddie to come back

As soon as he arrived, you immediately light up and it slowly drops as you taken the horror from his expression

"E-Eddie, wait- you're trembling" you held him steady by his shoulders

Enzo and Wayne got unease from the situation as they stopped talking abruptly

He grabs your forearms tightly as he looks straight into your eyes "W-We h-ave to go right now" his voice shakes as he spoke as you looked at him in confusion

You look over your shoulder as you saw Jeff Gareth approaching behind your back as they also mirrored your same expression

You swallow as you nod but you couldn't shake off the fear inside of you "Okay" you replied softly

The preparation to flee into the night hour was fast but also quiet as all of you remained calm and quiet

But you also take chances to dart your eyes on Eddie who still has the "terrified" looks on his eyes, he just masks it with seriousness as he packs up

All of you are now in the hallways of your palace walking the way out

"Eddie, I-I need to get something from my room" you loosen your hold on his hand but he held it tightly making you stop

"I'll be fast as a bullet, I promise"

Eddie sighs nervously as he shook his head but he nods and he lets you go

You study his expressions and he really felt off ever since he took a walk outside

"Be quick, okay?" he whispers as you give him a tight nod

As you enter your room, you picked up your most valuable and also very sentimental dagger that you have

You're about to leave the room until the window from your room whooshes open as you saw Henry appeared right before your eyes, you're so shocked that you pinned yourself against the door automatically hiding your dagger behind your back

Henry walks slowly to you with a unrecognizable smile that he gives to you, you furrow your brows as you maintain your composure

"Hey, Y/N, how is it going?" He greets casually as if doesn't scare you from his actions

"I'm doing well, I'm fine, thank you"

"Uh- what we're you doing last night?"

I slept beside Eddie and I made love to him

"I went to bed because I was so tired from the dance right?" You lie

"I know it wasn't real but I hoped that you liked it somehow"

He wishes it to be real

"Yeah- it was okay" you shrug as you averted your eyes somewhere else

He takes a one step closer as he grazes his fingers onto your forearms shooting goosebumps through your skin as it leaves an unnerving sense of discomfort

The light of his eyes dies as he knits his brows together he takes a step back

He looks at you deeply as he takes you in

Your white blouse dress with corset as your long locks of curled hair waved through the cool night air as your aura became different

You've always looked undeniably and otherworldly beautiful but he can't pinpoint where it seems

Too different from him

"Y/N, something has changed in you" his tone become firm as his eyes goes all over your face

"Henry, I need to go now" you say but not turning back as you reached for the doorknob behind your back you unclick it but he lifts his hands as he closes it back with a force leaving you startled as you look at him

His blue piercing eyes never left your gaze as he walks in front of you as he blocks the door

The silver of light came back to his eyes as he hopes that you feel the same way as he does

"I've adored you, Y/N"

You're taken aback from his admission

As it finally it all came through you, now, you know why he is nice to you

Because he likes you

"Henry, I-"

"I love you, Y/N" he holds you by the shoulders and it looks like he's about to lean in forward but you dodged it leaving him with a deep sigh as you moved away from him

Jason's words are now replaying into his mind

"Don't do this to me!" He exclaims as he apologizes as you flinched on him once again

"I-I'm sorry, Henry" you're both walking backwards as kept pressing personal questions to you

"I've cared for you, I always put you first, you're the only one that I ever wanted to be safe, I never stopped thinking about you and this is all what I get?!?" He flick his hands again as all of the furniture crashes down breaking every piece inside of the room

You grip on your dagger behind your back as you take a deep breath to his sudden outburst

He remembers the name of the guy that Jason always tell him

"Tell me that you're not alone last night, are you?" He sobs angrily but not letting the tears spill

"Stop prying and being nosy onto my personal life, Henry!" You snap at him

He can't even bring himself to hurt you, no matter how evil he is, he has no power over you

And that alone might've been his weakness

He'll be history, if you ended him since his powerless over you

"Are you with him?"

You're on the ridges of your corridor as you hit your lower back on the rim

You're cornered by him

"I don't know-"

"Just tell me the truth, Y/N! if he isn't I'll spare his life"

You feel weightless, you knew this was coming but you can't help but feel slight of disappointment

"What do you mean spare his life?"

You thought your mind is playing tricks on you as you can see that his demeanor and the atmosphere changes as he finally drops his good guy act

"Oh, honey, I'm also going to kill him too"

"W-What?!?"

"Look down"

Once you've followed him, you saw the body of the maid that you we're looking for a few days ago, you're about to bring her along with you

Now, you know why she is missing in action

You shrieked as you cried with ragged breaths as you gave him a deathly stare

"You're supposed to be my wife, you know, we could've been prevented this"

"I will never be your fucking wife!" You aimed for his neck stabbing him deeply as he croaks in pain

You watch him removed it like it didn't hurt him as your eyes go wide as you saw the true form of him

The flesh that he's wearing was all just a costume, it creeps you out more, you shudder

"Oh, you will be" he says as he throws your dagger away

"You can't"

"Yes, I can"

"What will you do?"

"I'll remove your memories, of course" he grins with a knowing look

He gave you a mere seconds to react as you finally figure it out what happened to Eddie

Before you know it, he lifts you up in the air as he flashes now his real eyes

You can't no longer defend yourself as you stayed frozen as you now stare into the blank space like you're in a trance

"She's taking so long" Eddie bops his knee up and down

"Eddie- We just can't" Gareth reasons with him as he is afraid of getting caught

"We can if I lose her i don't know who will I be without her"

Jeff nods "We'll cover you, Eddie" as he gives a tight lipped smile to Gareth who exhales as he scratches his head

Enzo and Wayne are already in the upside down

The plan was to go inside one by one and by groups as they couldn't give other soldiers ideas that leads to more suspicions

As Eddie enters your chambers he gasps horridly as he saw your body up in the air, Jeff and Gareth are also stunned as they saw Henry turned his head to Eddie with a unreadable wicked smile on his face and also noticed the change of his eyes

"Hey, demon face!" Gareth shouts as he throws him an axe right across from his face making drop on the ground with you as well

You're unconscious as Eddie worries terribly as he tries to wake you up and even slightly tapping your face but no to avail as he carries you while resting your legs on his arms as he grumbles at Henry who has now bleeding a big cut on his face

Also revealing the skin crawling true self of him

He was about to stop Eddie but Jeff shoots 6 arrows all at once at him as it completely injured him to make him move slow as all of you made your way to escape

But before Eddie leaves he gives a one last glare to Henry that left him for the first time a knowing disturbing look

Jason was right about him

He held you tightly as Jeff, Gareth keep running non-stop

You woke up screaming and crying as you started to wail, you're covered in your cold sweat as Eddie goes straight onto your side

The sound that you make waken up the others as they looked at you in concern

"She must've seen it" Enzo speaks as he looked in you sympathetically

"Seen what?" Wayne straightens himself up

"Y/N, You're okay, you're with me, you're safe"

You looked around you as you choked up in your own tears and you felt Eddie's hands intertwined with yours as you look at him in question

"Who are you?"

Jeff and Gareth looked at each other in confusion

What did Henry do to you?

"I-I'm Eddie, D-Don't you remember?" Eddie searches for your eyes as you repeat saying his name

"Eddie?"

"Yes, that's right"

You looked at everyone in the room again as you feel like in a some sort of vertigo as you begin to nosebleed, your eyes went backwards as you drop back down on the bed as you winced in pain and start to wail again

They have no idea what is going on

But why do they feel like something is heavy behind your eyes that'll explain everything

"She's bleeding!" Jeff exclaims, Wayne panicked as they all helped each other to give Eddie to aid for you

When Eddie is wiping the blood from your nose, you grab his wrists making everyone halt to what they're doing as the silence starts swirl around the area

Just by one look, Eddie saw the recognition in your eyes, you're back

You swallow first before you can muster to speak as you try to shake your head slightly

Now, you know what happened to your father

Since Henry used his powers to you, it left a glimpse to all of the horrible things that he did

How many? How many people? How many families and how many kingdoms that they've exterminated?

"He killed them all" you sob as you held him tightly as Eddie scoots closer to you

"W-What, Y/N? sweetheart, you're scaring me, what is going on?"

"Eddie, it's Henry- he's the one"

"The one?"

"Who erased your memories" you cried as you let the words fell from your lips

Eddie's lip twitches as it let the information sink down on him instead of reacting so badly he decides to embrace you

"That's so fucked up" Gareth runs his palms over his face in a stressful manner

"Y/N! your highness, please! I can be trusted!" Dmitri somehow managed to follow all of you as he slams the door open, shocking to every single one of you in the cabin

"What the fuck are you doing here? Go back to your master like a dog you are! Always obeying him" Wayne aims his sword on him so closely that one push is all it takes for him to end his life

Dmitri is desperate to explain himself, so, he searches for your eyes in the room

He walks forward but Jeff, Enzo and Gareth held him as Eddie darts his eyes to you and to him

"Listen, I am ashamed of it, I was never proud of betraying you and your father, your father helped a lot to improve my business, I'm grateful for everything but he threatens me if I don't follow him, he'll kill my family!" he begs as you listen to him carefully, you still feel a slight twinge of pain in your head

"I escaped from them! The guilt is eating me up, I can't no longer stay, I don't care, if it's risky, but I won't be able to forgive myself if I don't fight, I will be dishonorable if I don't show that I wasn't siding with them" the poor man is so miserable, you can see it in his eyes, you still feel hurt to his actions but what's the use to get mad at this hour?

When all you can do is help each other and win this fight

Enough with the grudges and heartaches

If you don't save this kingdom and who else will?

Who knows? What will Henry and Jason to other kingdoms next?

"Dmitri is okay, I understand" you stand up as Eddie assists you

"T-thank you, thank you" his voice crack between sobs as he shakes your hand

"Oh, Y/N!" Jason's voice, you overheard the people clamoring your name as a subject of treason

What?!?

Gareth scoffs as he lightly grazes the tip of his axe to Dmitri's neck "Are you doing this on purpose by knowing that you got tailed by them?!?"

"N-No! I swear, I ran as fast as I could! I didn't know that they're following me!" Dmitri quickly saids

"Man, they knew we're we live" Eddie tuts him to put back down his axe

But Gareth gave him a look as he watches by the window

"I assume you know what happened to Eddie?" Jason runs his swords at the walls outside of the cabin making sounds as he walks around, taunting all of you

You frown but anger nestles in your face as the rest of you line to each other side by side with weapons

"I wonder who took him?" Jason feigns innocence as pretends to think

Eddie remembers the knowing teasing that he always throws at him and it all makes sense now

"It's him" Eddie mutters as he cracks his knuckles

"That little fucker!" Wayne is about to kick the door open but Enzo stopped him

"It's me!" Jason laughs evilly "Poor boy was crying for help and shouting his Uncle's name and Y/N"

You looked at Eddie who is now looking at you as you feel so sorry for him but he just nods as he gave your hand a squeeze

"Wait- this is the best part" Jason claps his hand together wickedly

All of you listened in anticipation

"I was also the one who framed and spread the fucking lies to everyone in town that the Munson's are who practiced black magic" Jason chuckles

The town went quiet to Jason's reveal that you swore everyone gasped that they're targeting the wrong person all this time

"What's wrong? Why all of you stopped? You all so fucking gullible little unfortunate people!" Jason stabbed one of the townspeople leaving the whole other people alarmed by his action

Jason runs his fingertips on his sword covered by blood "I guess this could say that yes we're the ones who took your loved ones away"

Everyone screeched and couldn't get away any further as all of them are guarded and cornered by soldiers

Enzo couldn't control Wayne any longer as he finally kicked down the door open

He attacks Jason as he nicked him on the side

"Touché" Jason grunts as he touched his side now his fingertips are smeared on his own crimson blood

"We we're living in peace and you spoiled it" Wayne punctuates his action using his sword

"Y/N"

Hearing his voice cracks your own head

You're so petrified that a lot of expressions are mixing on your face

"Henry" you let out an incredulous laugh, you walk in circles slowly and also playfully

Eddie is keeping an eye out for you but also he's amused

Amused to your actions

"Don't let me hurt you" Henry softly speaks

"You already did" you smirk but not without fiery eyes directing at him

"We can stop this"

"We can?!? don't fucking play with me, Henry! you could've stopped in the first place if you really want to"

Your whole nation is watching and listening

You glanced at them as you think of a much better plan

If they didn't still won't believe you or any either of your allies

You will show it to them

"My dear people, he slaughtered every kingdom they've ever been in, taking everything they can, because why?, you ask?" you laugh in disbelief again as you shook your head sideways as you think "They wanted to be gods, isn't that right? Henry? you struggle to be somebody in the world but you didn't think first that isn't right to end someone else's life?!? just because other people can't accept you?!?"

"You maybe right on that, Y/N" Henry interrupts

His tone changed and it made you close your mouth to speak

Jason punches Wayne making him drop his sword as he got hold off by the palace guards

Wayne fumes deep into his soul as he looks at Jason

"Do you even think what happened to your mother?" Jason joins in as he spits the blood from his mouth

You freezed once again, Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, Enzo, Dmitri and even Wayne perked up at the mention of the late queen

You're too appalled, too appalled that you set that aside for Eddie's knowledge

No one really knows what happened or what is the true story behind it

Until now, no one has ever find out about it even your father

Your mother is just like you, kind, courageous, charm and sensibility, cares about the people than herself like no other

One day, on your 7th birthday, she vanquished with no explanation, never left a mark or even a trace to why she just disappeared

Your father never talked about it ever again but you know he misses her as much as you missed her

"She's our very first victim, by the way" Jason sniggered as if it didn't scarred you

"Why?"

"We don't like fighters and fighters are keep meddling with our plans like you're doing right now"

"it's so hard to track you down"

You look at Jason with the most questionable expression on your face

Henry chuckles evilly as you glare at him

"Your father, Jim, left every place that reminds him of your mother, he hides you from us"

"Didn't you taken a notice why your father is somehow knows what to do with all of this?!"

Yes, you did, you always wonder why your father prepared you with situations like this

You didn't ask him about it because you thought it's the only way to protect yourself and your loved ones

Now, you know, it's must've been so tough for your father to go through with all of this

At the moment, all you see is red, the sounds from the people around you are now drowned in your surface of boiling point

You straighten your shoulders and hold your sword properly

You can hear the branches next to you are crunching as Jason walks to your side as he continues to provoke you

"And then the next is her father" Jason chuckles

Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, Enzo and Wayne are mortified by the reveal

You met with Eddie's eyes with so much anguish but also feeling blue inside of it

Eddie can see that you're holding your tears as you make a move an uppercut hit on Jason, you can hear his jaw crackles a bit as he shouts in pain, blood is spilled as you push him back down

Your fight has become an inspiration to Wayne as he uses all of his power on his body to let go of the grip by the soldiers, he fought for them as he finally approached the bewildered Jason on the ground who is just about to process the man that is now standing in front of him, his eyes went bigger as Wayne put an end to his life

"Now, you'll shut the fuck up for the rest of your life" Wayne whispers angrily as he lets his sword got deeper and deeper into Jason's body, he hurls on his own blood as it squelches

Henry saw everything as Jason predicted

You attack him while he is distracted, you got him by his shoulder as he whimpers in pain and then onto his legs you aim for it

He starts to limping around as he goes closer to you

You raised your sword as you used it slanted position as you scrape of the half of his skin

Showing it to everyone what he really looks like

"Now, you've done it!" Henry held you by the neck as he raises you upward, leading everyone to gasp

"Y/N!" Eddie calls for you as you wave him to go back away

Dmitri saw your fallen dagger on the ground as he takes it

Henry is now tightening his grip onto your throat making you cough out of air as you watch Dmitri stab Henry by the neck, you drop onto your knees in the ground

"Traitor" Henry tuts as he flicks his hand lift him up in the air for anyone to see as he starts to squirm as you can hear the weeping sounds coming out from him

"Oh my god, no- no- No!" Eddie helps you get up as he yells

"W-What-"

"I've seen this before" your heart cracks as you can see the fear on Eddie's eyes and Dmitri whimpers"

"That's what happened to your maid" Eddie's voice starts to waver as you went down to your knees in shock as soon as you heard the crunch and crumble from Dmitri's bones

Henry totally did a mark on you as you couldn't move so fast to save him but it's all coming too fast

You can feel your head is bleeding, your back is obviously now bruised and his real hands can be so sharp that it wounded you

Despite the excruciating pain that he's having, the last seconds that are left in him are ticking, you can hear it, you can feel in your heart

You slowly shaking your head as you cry as you watch him die

He nods his head carefully to you as he said his last words

"I am e-elated to be a p-part of your service, Princess Y/N, I served m-my purpose, my land, I am so thankful that I have someone l-like you and your father" Dimitri managed to give you a one last smile

Your lips are trembling as you nod in understanding "The honor is mine" you smile weakly

It was so terrible that you saw what Eddie saw and him seeing this for the second time is so wrecking your sanity

The eyes just got pull him out right through his body, he's not recognizable anymore, the face and the whole body is crumpled altogether

"No!" You wail as you throw yourself on Eddie's arms

"I know, sweetheart, I know" he caresses your head as held you tightly

You flinched just like Eddie flinched when it drops onto the ground like it was just an soulless being

He's an animal

You grab your sword as you remove yourself from Eddie, your adrenaline is rushing in, there's no one else to stop you by the moment he turns around, he sees you, appalled that you're Infront of him, not thinking twice for any longer as you stab him right through his chest

His mouth is agape as his eyes went down onto your sword and to you

Both of you went back down as the whole town exclaimed

You're still holding onto your sword as it pinned him down, his blood are now peeking through the ground

"We could've been something" he grins as the nerve to touch you again by your ankle but you move away fast, you scoff as you can't believe he still managed to be so damn cocky on his last breath, you pull out your sword making him gasp and winces in pain not giving him a moment to help him out with the pain that he's having

"In your dreams, Henry!" You angrily said as you his eyes went wide as he realizes what you're about to do

You slammed down your sword as you decapitated his head as it starts to roll around the ground

You used up every energy you have, you didn't noticed the people started to cheer

Jeff, Gareth, Enzo looked at each other as all of them are baffled

You end him just like that?!?

All of the soldiers are now free from the brainwashing, hypnotized and controlled by Henry and Jason

But Eddie and Wayne eyes softens as you start to walk away in a different path with a unsure expression on your face, you didn't even looked back at Eddie but he doesn't mind it

"Where is she going?" Gareth asks in confusion

"Let's leave her alone for a while, she needs time, she'll be okay" Eddie replies to him as Wayne rests his hand over his shoulder as he gave his nephew a reassuring smile

He sighs in contentment as finally everything is done

The clouds are now clearing up, the upside down is slowly starts to dwindle back to normal

Everything is okay now

Eddie's smile falters quite a bit as he thinks about you after all you've been fought through together

He knows this won't be easy for you

Will you be okay?

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I have a question about your WIPs of a different kind: how do you not lose sight of all the WIPs and ideas when you write so many at the same time ? And what is your progress when crafting a Story (multi chapter or one Shot) in general? If its okay to ask?! To some, there work progress is very personal so i get If you don't wanna answer it 😊

Because i am over here like:

And I wanna cram all my initial ideas in one thing and then there is the next Idea and I get overwhelmed and then i forget little details and scenes i was so proud of. And then i am to overwhelmed to write anything down 🥺 or i wanna sleep and the ideas come to me just then and are gone the next morning haha 🥲

And you are more like this with your writing✨:

Also your recent WIP-List is soo exciting

Have a beautiful start of the day, Snail✨🍀i will go to bed now!

Oh no, believe you me -> I am exactly like that. My writing process is not pretty and all of my thoughts are maddening. Thank you for asking, I'm happy to show you exactly how my brain maps out if you like!

A glimpse of my writing process:

Snail: "Oh, I have this idea. I wonder what it would look like if I just..." writes a small introduction, gets overcome with the thoughts, watches it play out on my screen the longer I write, letting the words take over, surprised at the scenes coming out, genuinely shocked by the plot like watching a movie for the first time, nodding along and wondering how the hell that happened, writes a one sentence conclusion.

Snail: "...oh, but I can't just leave it there. I should just-." keeps writing, oh no now it's a lengthy series, playlists and soundtracks propel me to keep going, freaking out about the word count now, keep writing until satisfied with the conclusion.

And then it sits in my documents until it happens again for another fic. The amount of ideas I have for myself is insane, and I try to find the time to add a little bit per day for one or the other. Then I go through it and read it a bit later and format it then and see if I can get more giddy emotions to come out of it while editing.

Then there's the fics I haven't written that play out in my mind like a little story when I drive (obviously focussing on the road too) like the Cabaret at Baratie fic I've been attempting to write and map out for a few months now. I keep getting side tracked because I want you to not only have a "why choose" between Sanji and Zoro, but imagine it being the Heart Pirates, Cross Guild, Kid-Pirates, it just never ends.

Here's my current unhinged docs (I have blurred the ones that are a little incredibly NSFW).

When the ideas come to me at night, I usually text myself a note in the middle of it so I don't forget. The Apprentice with Mihawk and When You Had The Chance with Beckman were fics that came from the middle of the night prompts.

I'm also lucky enough to have some beautiful mutuals who chat to me and listen to my unhinged ramblings and add little points to spur me on. Chef-husband has also been on the receiving end of such ramblings. I also keep asks and requests in my ask box until I form something cohesive, which is why it takes me so long to answer some things.

SO TO SUM UP: I am exactly like this too.

How I think I write:

How I actually write:

[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: A World in a Grain of Sand Edition.

I love epic tales in which authors slowly build up their worlds and characters. I love losing myself in works slowly outgrowing canon word count to the point of forgetting to go to bed at reasonable hours. However, I am in absolute awe of writers who manage the rare feat of conjuring the same level of immersion with just a short story or even a one shot.

This totally incomplete list of my all-time favorite short(-ish) stories is a tribute to all intrepid souls out there tackling this challenge.

If you aren't familiar with the fandoms yet I still recommend diving straight in. They can be read and enjoyed totally out of context and you might just come out the other end with a new fandom obsession 😉

„Ars Poetica“ (AO3) by Rhune

Helping out around the Devil May Cry you are perfectly content to leave center stage to the devil hunters and demons of your acquaintance. Until the day Dante returns from hell, his stand-offish brother in tow. Suddenly - and quite unnervingly - you find yourself sharing your once quiet existence in the background with none other than Vergil.

One achingly perfect installment full of poetry, searing stares and everyone’s favorite moody half demon.

Devil May Cry (post DMC5). Vergil x fem!Reader. Rated E. 16k words.

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„Coming up Roses“ by @eupheme

The new groundskeeper at Wayne Manor is unsure what to make of stoic, unapproachable Alfred Pennyworth. At least at first...

All the yearning and suppressed feels of a 300-page Jane Austen novel condensed into two gorgeous chapters about falling in love when you least expect it. Topped off with some seriously hot smut for good measure.

The Batman. Alfred Pennyworth x fem!Reader. Rated E. 10k words.

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„Posterity“ by @whats-rambled-rambled

Posterity. Tenet's operators. Always just a call away to back up your field agents while they flit back and forth through time. It's dangerous work. People die. So you don't get close. Until there's Neil.

I know, I know , 7 chapters with 31k words is putting A LOT of strain on the definition of „short stories“ but I just HAD to include this one. Reading it simply broke me. Absolutely gorgeous prose, two main characters you cannot help falling in love with and a story that keeps you guessing until the very end.

Tenet. Neil x GN!Reader. Rated M. 31k words.

Pro tip: If you are not ready for a 31k word commitment yet (fair enough!) go for „The Way Down“ instead: A hauntingly beautiful 3-parter Battinson!Bruce Wayne/GN!Reader. Rated T.

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"Three Weeks on the Nimrodel" by @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras

Haldir is quiet. Stoic. Solitary. Not the easiest person to be around for three weeks of guard duty up a solitary mallorn tree. He knows that and has made his peace with it. Until a so far unfamiliar fellow marchwarden comes along.

Do you know this moment of utter bliss when you come home after an absolutely rotten day and are finally able to snuggle up with a fluffy blanket, your favorite hot beverage and your comfort book/band/movie? This fic is that exact feeling distilled into 3000 words. Add a good helping of pure love for the more obscure corners of Middle Earth and two absolutely charming, introvert main characters et voila: utter contentment for you to come back to again and again and again whenever that fluffy blanket is out of reach.

Still not an Elves person. But I might have to fess up to being a Haldir person one of these days. This gem surely is another nail in my coffin 😅

Lord of the Rings. Haldir x GN!Reader. Rated G. 3k words.

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„Pinky promises & glow stars“ (AO3) by @softlyspector

Steven bumps into Marc’s childhood best friend in a coffee shop and decides that he wants to get to know her better. Marc decides that's a terrible idea.

Quiet and sad and sweet and absolutely beautiful.

Moon Knight. Marc Spector x Reader. Not rated on AO3. Think M to be on the safe side with everything the Moon Knight boys have been through. 10k words.

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As always: a huge thank you to all creators for your time and your passion and your talent. You guys are absolutely incredible and make this world a better place!

Something missing you say? Please feel free to shout your own recommendations at me in the comments!

[leighsartworks216]

Hyperfixations

Illinois x autistic!gn!reader x Yancy

Requested by Anon:

“could we have more illinois x reader x yancy?? just some soft cuddling and kisses in bed maybe”

Requested by Anon:

“i LOVED your dark with implied autistic reader, there isn’t many fics that include us like that ❤️ would you be willing to do something similar with illinois or yancy?”

I went ahead and combined these two requests bc I thought they worked together! Realizing now that I didn’t add any kisses sorry 💀

Warnings: very fluffy, slight swearing??, lots of cuddling tho

Word Count: 620

Masterlist

Tag List Form

Why were you still scrolling? It was almost 3am, for one thing. Your partners were asleep, snoring away on either side of you, and yet, there you were, continuing to go through the same tags you went through a thousand times before. The same art, shitposts, and fics popped up. And you’d seen them all, no matter how you sorted the feed. But you needed more. You needed new art, new shitposts, new fics.

Despite the mounting frustration and boredom, you kept scrolling and scrolling and scrolling.

An arm wound around your midsection, startling you out of your focus. Yancy peeked at you through half-lidded, drowsy eyes. He was always a light sleeper.

“What’re youse doin’ up?” His words slurred a little, accent seeming unfamiliar to him at this hour. “Somethin’ wrong?”

You shook your head and turned off your phone, allowing the device to rest on your chest. “No, I just…” Yancy waited patiently as you found the right words. “I’m hyperfixating on something right now, and nothing seems to really… satisfy it.”

He hummed. The bed shifted as he scooted closer, nuzzling his face against the pajamas you wore. He didn’t want to trigger you with the feeling of his stubble, especially not when you’d apparently been awake all night.

“Youse wanna tell me about it?”

He felt more than saw the way you lit up. Excitement ran through your whole body like a shot of adrenaline.

“Really?”

He hummed. “I’ll try to stay awake.”

A pang of guilt shot through your heart. You didn’t want him to stay up just so you could ramble his ear off about something he isn’t even interested in. You opened your mouth to protest, but another face nuzzled into the shoulder of your pajamas, opposite to Yancy.

Illinois’ voice was rough. The languid, almost haughty accent he carried was almost unnoticeable. “What’s goin’ on?” he murmured, eyes squinting in the dark to peer at his two partners.

“They’re hyperfixatin’ on somethin’,” Yancy slurred. Sleep was already pulling his eyelids shut, but he forced them open again. “Was gonna let ‘em talk about it.”

Illinois hummed and turned to look at you, though his neck was at an awkward angle trying to do so. “You sleep at all yet, darlin’?”

You floundered, under the sweet way Yancy had said explained your problem so unbothered by its absurdity, and at the equally sweet pet name Illinois used. “I don’t want to keep you up just so I can talk,” you finally mumbled.

They both seemed affronted at the idea. “We love hearing you talk about your interests,” Illinois assured.

Yancy, seeming a little more awake, sat up so he was sure you saw the grin he bore. His eyes twinkled. “Youse is so passionate about the things you love, how could we not?”

“But-”

“Don’t worry about us, doll.” Yancy settled back down, resting his head on his pillow so he could look at you as you spoke. “We’ll just take a nap later.”

Illinois nodded against your shoulder and wrapped an arm around you. His hand rested easily on Yancy’s arm, tucking calloused fingers under the songbird’s t-shirt sleeve. They both waited for you to speak, to ramble for as long as they could stay awake about your hyperfixation. There was no way to deny them any longer.

You slid down further into the blankets. You told them about everything you could think of. You explained what it was you were fixating on, the goods and bads of it. Ships you loved or hated. The lore, history within the universe, character design. Everything.

And as the sun rose, all three of you were curled together in a mass of blankets, fast asleep.

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Tag List:

@writeawaythepain

@hyperfixat

@cryptidjester (wasn’t sure if you still wanted to be tagged but I’m tagging you just in case. lemme know if you want me to remove it from this fic!)

[active-mind-15]

Accidental Siblings AU Headcanon #8

[Ramblings related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

I think as time goes on, and as baby Bokushi has more time to understand and explore his own interests, he'll slowly start building up his own collection of "toys" in his room that he plays with. So, here are some that I think he'd own.

Board games. Canonically Seijuro is a tabletop game nerd as seen from the Drama CD/Replace Plus chapters of the Teiko school festival, so I would think Bokushi is the same. He loves to use his head, and playing board games that require strategy would be his favorite. He takes great pleasure in roping other people into playing board games with him just to see if he can beat them. He spends very long periods of time reading the rules before starting games as well and will not hesitate to inform others when they're violating the rules.

Puzzles. It would be a perfect solo activity he could do in his room. And he doesn't go for the kiddie puzzles you can put together in 10 minutes. He likes getting those big puzzles that have upwards of 500-1000 pieces where the full picture displays a famous painting or something that he can spend time putting together across multiple days. Sometimes he could be in his room for hours sitting on the floor and putting pieces together if no one stops him. Seijuro may join him on occasion, and it becomes one of the ways they bond with each other.

Crossword puzzle books. Not necessarily a toy, but definitely something to help him pass the time. Again, he likes using his head, so crosswords would be right up his alley. I'd bet he likes solving crosswords in multiple different languages, too. One book for Japanese, one book for English, and if he has any other languages he knows (which I have a headcanon that he does), he'd have crossword puzzle books in those languages as well.

Rubik's cube. I don't think I need to explain why he'd own something like this, but I can see him solving one of these. Maybe he owns a few that are varying in grid size. So like a standard 3x3x3 and then he might have 4x4x4, 5x5x5, and so on. He likes to time himself to see how quickly he can solve it, too. If he beats his own records, Seijuro is the first person to be informed.

Playing cards. Again, Seijuro is canonically a tabletop game nerd, so playing cards is included in that. Bokushi would have regular playing cards of course, but I think he'd slowly start to add specialized cards for specific games and maybe even get specialized card sets for foreign games and learn the rules to those.

Legos. This one might be an indulgence for him because he had been fascinated by all the different things you could build with them but never had the time to indulge in a hobby like that when he was still sharing a body with Seijuro. So maybe Seijuro is the one who gets him his first set of Legos because he's seen Bokushi eyeing them in town when they passed by a store once. Bokushi's first set is one of those Lego flower bouquets and he liked building it so much that he periodically gets new elaborate sets to build. This is another one of those things that Seijuro does with him if he's around.

Anyway, these were just some of the ideas I had. If I think of any more toys and the like, I'll add them to this list. Or you can add your own!

[auxiliarydetective]

We've done it!

Or, more accurately, you've done it! Thanks to you, my fellow Tumblrinas, I've actually managed to hit 200 followers!

I never thought I would get this far, but I'm eternally grateful for all the love you've given me, and I can't wait to share many more brainrots with you!

In tune with that, I've decided: Why not let you look even further into my mind? I've given you lots of writing, but why not provide some visuals? And so, in thinking about what I wanted to do for my 200 followers celebration, I came up with...

⁕ Evie's Mind Palace Festival! ⁕

(Placing a cut so this doesn't get too long ^^)

As depicted in this lovely graphic above, I'm going to be focusing on my OCs' fashion for this little event. But not just that! I'll get to the bonuses later :)

For now, text version! Because Tumblr likes not loading images and some people may not be able to view the image

↬ Step 1: Pick an OC of your choice! From my OCs, that is. Hope that was clear. Anyone from the list. I'll even throw in a little bonus and say that unintroduced OCs are allowed! That means the ones on this list AND ones I may have rambled to to you in a chat we've had.

↬ Step 2: Pick an occasion prompt! The prompts are as follows:

Casual (aka everyday wear, aka their basic character design or an alternate outfit or it)

Formal

Training/Athletic

Battle (this may overlap with either 1. or 3. for some characters, but let's assume they actually get geared up for battle)

Hot weather (your typical summer clothes)

Cold weather (sweaters, winter coats, you name it)

Swimwear

Canon event (may overlap with some other categories, but I made this a separate thing for the lore opportunities it provides) - Make sure to specify what canon event you want!

Stealing clothes - You can include who the character should steal from in your ask, otherwise I will pick the victim myself.

Holiday-themed - Pick your holiday! Any holiday counts.

Fandombend - Pick your fandom! (This will probably come with some headcanons on what the OC would be like in the new fandom)

Inspired by a song - Please, pick a song! Preferably from the OC's playlist. I should have a playlist for almost every OC. Hop into the "#playlist" tag on my blog to find them and, if they're not posted over there anywhere, tap on any playlist that's there, let it take you to my Spotify profile, and hop into the "Character Playlists" folder!

↬ Step 3: If you want, pick an extra prompt! Your options are:

Historical - Please specify your time frame! You don't necessarily have to, but I tend to be an indecisive little gremlin, so it would make things a little easier if you could pick ^^"

Fantasy (This, of course, makes little sense if the OC is already in a fantasy setting)

Sci-fi (Once again, this makes little sense if the OC is already in a sci-fi setting)

Steampunk

Cultural - Please pick a culture for me to take inspiration from! It doesn't have to be a real-life culture. For example, you could pick Japan for some kimono art or you could pick the Kuja from One Piece!

Color prompt - Pick your color! I ask that you do keep it at one color so that I have some more freedom, and I won't take specific hex codes either because those specific hex codes might clash with the OC's color palette

Prompt of your choice - This can be literally anything! Yes, also an occasion, in which case it would replace your original occasion prompt. I just didn't have the space to add in all occasions known to man, so if you have another idea, this is where to put it.

↬ Step 4: Send your ask! Done!

Once you've sent your ask, please keep in mind that it might take me a while to answer it. I'll then make a collage/moodboard and get the ask posted. Maybe, I'll also draw your prompt, depending on if I have the energy and/or time for it. If I plan on doing that, I'll let you know in the post and tag you once I have the drawing finished! I may also be swayed into adding a little fic snippet to the answer, if I do feel so inclined. Maybe a song to match the vibes? It'll be a little surprise!

► Rules:

Be nice! It's not hard, and it's basically all I ask.

This is the one time you might not want to shower me in asks because these asks might take a bit to answer. I'm not putting a cap on how many asks per person you're allowed to send, just maybe be mindful of how long they take to answer and space them out over the time of the event.

I'll be accepting asks from the time that this is posted until March 17th. The event ends with the strike of midnight starting the next day. Whenever that may be in your time zone. As long as it's still 23:59 on March 17th somewhere around the world, send in your ask. I might also extend the event if asks keep coming in and I have the energy to keep going.

↬ Additional info for mutuals: You get to ask for crossovers! Just pick one of my OCs and one of yours and I'll try my best to draw them. I might bother you for references though, so be prepared! It doesn't matter how long we've been mutuals for! It could've been five minutes, you're still allowed to send in crossover asks. As long as we're mutuals, let's say, at the time that the ask is answered, it's all good. In practice, that means that you just need to be following me to be able to send in a crossover request. If you ask nicely and maybe say something about why you'd think why our two children would go well together and we share a fandom, it's very unlikely that I'll deny your request and won't follow you back.

Also, if you've ever wanted to say something about my OCs and/or me and my blog, this might be the perfect time for you to do it.

Okay, that's it for now! Love you, everyone! Here's to more fandom-y shenanigans!

Also, behold my new non-OC post divider! It features a lineart sketch of my blog icon in the middle! The icon was designed by @benevolenterrancy pretty much exactly two years ago when they realized my old icon was not, in fact, a unicorn. I still go full-on heart-eyes mode whenever I see my icon, so I figured it was time to remind everyone of the amazing artist that created it <3

Taglist: @starcrossedjedis @oneirataxia-girl @daughter-of-melpomene @fluffle-system @wheresmybloodynauglamir @supermarine-silvally @nanukanal @cody-helix02 (I believe this is the first time I've ever used my full taglist, aka the basic taglist plus everyone from fandom-specific taglists - wowie!) - Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed, for specific fandoms or the general list!

[mthofferings]

FestiveFerret

See FestiveFerret’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: festiveferret88@gmail.com Discord: festiveferret Tumblr: festiveferret

Preferred organizations: - Assistance Dogs International - Girls Who Code - Innocence Project - Médecins San Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) - National Disaster Search Dog Foundation (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Romance, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, rom com, non-power AUs (college, coffee shop etc), a/b/o, dub-con, pining, tropey nonsense (soulmates etc). If you’re not sure if I’m up for something, please contact me! I may be open to doing a sequel/timestamp to one of my fics, but it’s not guaranteed (especially for collabs) so please check first if that’s what you want. My wheelhouse is tropey romance with angsty pining and Big Moment get-together at the end and meet-cutes with lots of fluff and banter.

Will not create works that contain: Underage (T-rated high school AU is fine, no graphic underage or one under/one over-age situations), non-con, torture (this is fine if it’s a setup for H/C or an otherwise happy ending, but I won’t write torture porn with no resolution–writing pain, I can do!), dark/evil, unhappy endings, permanently unrequited feelings, death, fantasy/medieval AUs, OOC, CW fix-it (or anything at all about the Accords), anti-Endgame (including fix its for stuff you didn’t like about it), bathroom kinks, age play, daddy kink, pet play. Again, contact me if you’re not sure!

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1153

Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU, Ultimates Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - MCU

Work Description: I’m offering a custom fic written to your prompt. It will be at least 3k words long, but is unlikely to be longer than 5k. I like to be involved with my prompter, so if you’re someone with a lot of ideas who likes to ramble about your favs and see those rambles included in a story, I’m your ferret! I can also work with short prompts and no input, but there’s no telling where the story will end up. I like to take tropes and flip them on themselves. I’m happy to have more than one pairing in a fic, but I won’t end any of the pairings I write in favour of another’s endgame (reach out to me if you want to know which characters I'm happy to use as the "bad ex"). There are some fics of mine that I may be willing to write a sequel or timestamp for (please check first) but I’ll be less flexible about which prompts/ideas I accept for those, if any. I can do shippy AUs of movies, but as this is a short fic, it likely can't be the whole plot. I don’t write gen or friendship fic, but I will write established relationship. I prefer not to write pure porn/pwp, but I can add a bit of smut if you like. By request, my winner will have access to my wiplist/plot bunny hutch, if you don’t have a prompt of your own, and can optionally pick one of those. If you have any questions at all about what I will or won’t write, please contact me! I have examples of all the ships on my AO3 and you can see full fics between 3-10k here plus all my ficlets here

Ratings: Teen, Mature, Explicit

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[1nindroid]

tbh I do *kinda* ship Ice Emperor and Vex but only in certain scenarios.

Medium length ramblings below.

A key element in Bitter Cold is the massive separation between the Ice Emperor and Zane. At this point in the story the Ice Emperor isn't just a "fucked up Zane", he is his own person completely who just so happens to be sharing a body with someone else.

I can't imagine a situation in which Zane would have remotely positive feelings towards Vex after everything that happened (unless it takes place in a happy au were Vex is a good guy or some messed up Stockholm Syndrome thing???). Only the Ice Emperor feels closely bonded towards Vex. No one else sees him the way the Ice Emperor sees him. In Bitter Cold its entirely queerplatonic between them and they are very attached to each other.

In earlier chapters I was still unsure of how I wanted to cement their relationship but I think that the best way to handle it is making it vague and interpretative to the audience. Maybe at one point they did harbor some unspoken romantic feelings towards each other, but it had gotten buried underneath years of distrust and isolation. Vex especially has some major internalized homophobia that he is dealing with that his father imposed on him.

I do once in a while like to read or look at Ice Emperor x Vex stuff and its soooo good. Maybe one day I'll write fic of my own about it but not right now. Just another thing to add to my impossibly long list of fic ideas for Ninjago. (;_;)