#bc i miss my lady dearly

[kindlysludger]

i love checking on old hyperfixations just to see if anything new happened in them it brings me so much joy but sometimes i become dangerously close to jumping back in even if my brain isn't Ready to go back again

sometimes i spoil myself for the things that happened just to check if its worth going back for (it usually is and the nostalgia is a nice bonus)

[archangeldyke-all]

For the arranged marriage au I thought it was so funny how readers mom was regretting setting her up with Sevika. Could we see more of that? Like it could be the morning after the last fic you wrote of them and they can barely get any of their responsibilities taken care of bc they’re all over each other and readers mother and sevs father has to keep reminding them 😭

That was just one thought I had so I hope that’s enough to help you out and get ideas flowing!

I LOVE THEM adl;fja;slkdj

men and minors dni

"you are in so much trouble, young lady."

you cringe in your mother's arms, her stern voice still the same after all this time.

sevika's taken you home for your third anniversary. as much as you love zaun, there's no place like home, and you've been dying to show sevika all over your kingdom since you moved to zaun.

you pull away from your hug with your mom to blink up at her. "hello to you too, mom. good to see you after all this time...?" you prompt. she rolls her eyes and pinches your cheek.

"yes, yes, you look amazing, i feel so old, i've missed you dearly. now tell me why the king of zaun has been writing me, begging me to get you under control?" she asks, her pinch on your cheek flying up to your ear.

you cringe and squirm. "mom!" you whine. "he pushes sev around too much, whaddya expect?" you manage to duck out of her pinch, and run into your dad's arms before she can grab you again.

he and sevika are laughing at the sight of the queen disciplining her daughter, and he kisses your throbbing earlobe when you hug him. "hello, dear." he greets. "it's so good to have you back. how long are you staying?"

"six months." sevika replies for you.

your mother groans at her answer.

you only end up staying for three.

about a month into your stay, you sneak sevika out of the palace walls to visit the hot springs you used to frequent as a rebellious teenager.

it takes a few nips of the liquor in the flask you'd brought along to convince her-- but you manage to get sevika to strip down naked with you and go for a swim.

it's magical, swimming and laughing and playing with your wife in the warm water, the moon your only witness.

"so this is what you did for fun growing up?" sevika asks when she's got you in her arms, your arms around her shoulders, your legs around her hips. she holds you easily in the water-- though she doesn't struggle out of the water with this either.

"this, and a whole lotta drinking games." you joke. sevika snorts.

"am i the first girl you ever brought here?" she asks.

you grin, and sevika ducks her head in embarrassment. "are you jealous baby?" you ask.

"'m a fucking princess. you're my wife. 'm not jealous." she mumbles.

you cackle, then swoop in to kiss the frown off her lips. "you're the first girl i ever brought here." you promise. her pout vanishes and she smiles.

"you're just saying that to make me feel better." she accuses. you laugh and nod along, and she groans.

"what the fuck! you brought other women here?!" she whines. your laughs are so loud, a few birds asleep in the trees overhead wake up and fly away. "who are they? i'll kill 'em." she demands.

you kiss your wife. "sev, darling, i was fifteen. we'd stick our feet in and pass a bottle-- i'd be lucky if i got a kiss." you say. she's still pouting, but it's lessening as you speak.

"so... they didn't see you naked?" she asks, her eyes ducking down to take a quick peek at your tits as she speaks. you burst into another round of laughter.

"no, they didn't. they didn't have their hands on my ass like this either." you say, gesturing to the way she's holding you. sevika's pout breaks into a cocky smile as she squeezes your asscheeks, and you giggle.

"fuckin' idiots. i'd've been all over you babe, i promise." she mumbles as she starts to press kisses down your throat. you snort.

"baby-- i've seen the royal portraits from when you were fifteen." you tease. she groans, biting your throat to keep you from speaking. you just tug her hair and continue. "i think you'd've been way too distracted by the stables and horses to give a fuck about skinny dipping."

sevika bites your shoulder and you yelp, and then she glares up at you. "you're never gonna let that go, are you?" she groans.

you giggle and shake your head no.

sevika was obsessed with horses in her adolescence, to the point where she demanded that she be painted alongside all her horses (both real and imaginary) for her fifteenth portrait. it's fucking adorable-- one of your favorite paintings of her in all of zaun. the childlike whimsy in her eyes, the excited grin on her lips, the ridiculous riding uniform that she was quickly outgrowing in the midst of puberty-- it's perfect. you've asked for a minature version to be painted so you can keep it in a locket.

sevika hates it. to distract you from your fond, adoring laughter, she pushes you against a stone, and shoves her tongue down your throat.

it's a pretty good distraction.

you moan, scratching sevika's shoulders in a weak attempt to pull her even closer to you.

just as her hand starts to trail up your thigh toward your cunt, a scandalized gasp rings out, followed by a clatter.

you and sevika jump apart, and then a moment later, sevika jumps in front of your naked body, protecting your naked body from view of your intruder.

only-- it's not an intruder.

it's holy elder reginald, and all his religious gear.

"oh my-- ladies!" he squeaks. you and sevika both cringe and quickly jump out of the water to begin dressing yourselves as reginald turns his back, but continues to shout. "it's the first full moon of spring! it's a holy day! these are holy waters! you are desecrating a landmark sacred to our peo--"

"sorry reggie!" you giggle, pulling your underwear back on and grabbing sevika's wrist. "i-i forgot about the moon magic stuff, zaun's all about the sun!"

this pisses the old man off even more, and you shrink in on yourself as he spins around to gawk at you. "the moon mag-- princess!" he scolds.

behind you, sevika tugs on your grasp. you giggle, then let her pull you back toward the dirt path you'd come in on, both of you sprinting away from the screaming old man, cackling as you run through the forest and back toward your palace.

when you get back to your room, both of you are delirious with laughter and embarrassment, laughing against one another hysterically as you try to kiss.

in the morning, your mother nearly rips your ear off your head with all the pinching she does as she scolds you. it's worth it for the way sevika blushes each time holy elder reginald attends a meeting with her, though.

two months into your visit, sevika almost causes an uprising a small fishing village when the two of you visit.

she doesn't mean to, it's just a cultural miscommunication, but you watched in horror as your wife is offered a precious, sacred scale from the great fish of your nation-- and she pops it in her mouth and starts chewing.

you gasp, choke, and then squeal. "sev, no!"

but, it's too late. she swallowed it. the ancient token of appreciation, acceptance, and leadership-- meant to be worn like a badge of honor-- right down the hatch.

"what, was there a sauce to dip it in or something?" she asks.

you had to put yourself between your wife and the mob of angry old fishermen, waving your hands and promising your people that your wife doesn't know the custom-- that most gifts in zaun are edible-- that, really, if you get to know her, she's very nice.

(then you have to rush her back home to the medic, because her stomach starts acting up and she starts shitting her pants. she spends the rest of the week in the royal infirmary.)

and then, the final straw-- three months into your visit back home, you and sevika attend a ball.

it's meant to be something lowkey and smiple-- there are a few foreign dignitaries visiting, and now that they have no children to raise, your parents are always looking for a reason to have a dance.

a casual affair-- just your family and the nobles, a few merchants, some townspeople who won tickets for a night at the palace in a lottery-- something easy and fun to take place in the courtyard on a lovely spring evening.

but then, he shows up.

sir trent. you grew up with the asshole-- his parents are invaluable consultants to your parents, but he's a worthless dickhead. constantly questioning your parents decisions, acting as if he could rule a country with ease despite the fact that he hasn't worked a day in his life, manipulating and demeaning everyone he meets in an attempt to boost his own ego.

you manage to avoid him most the night, you and sevika dancing and eating and drinking in your own little corner by the rose bushes, wrapped up in each other's eyes-- uncaring of the world around you.

but then he swaggers over, a smirk on his lips as he approaches you. "princess!" he greets.

you and sevika slow to a sway and you nod politely. "sir trent, good to see you."

"'s been a while, huh?" he asks. you nod, then turn back to sevika, assuming the conversation is over. "who's your lady friend?" he asks.

you stop in your tracks, then turn to face him fully, letting go of sevika's hips. "my wife?" you ask.

"oh, is that so?" he asks. you nod, not understanding his line of questioning. "so your parents finally relented to all your..." he waves his hand in your general direction. "stuff."

"my stuff?"

"your bullshit."

"excuse me--" sevika tries to cut in. you hold a hand up, and she stops, her chest just barely brushing your fingers.

"my bullshit?"

"how do the two of you expect to produce an heir?" he asks. "it's a disgrace to the entire royal bloodline."

"a bloodline you are not a part of." you remind him.

he scoffs, and takes a step back, his face turning red in anger. "fuck you."

"you fuckin' wish!" you laugh. trent shivers, and then his voice squeaks as he screams.

"i don't wish, princess, but if you ever need a sperm donor, i'd be willing to bend that wife of yours ov--"

you aren't sure what's happened until your knuckles start stinging.

trent's flat on his back, knocked out cold, his nose bloody. all the party guests have turned to face you, and the music's stopped.

you blink down at your hand, your knuckles bloody, and then you giggle.

oh. you think. i've always wanted to do that.

"...babe?" sevika asks.

you turn around, and sevika breaks into a grin the moment your eyes meet. "are you okay?" you ask, worried about the disgusting things he'd said to her. sevika cackles, and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss.

you vaguely register the conducter counting the band off, and the music starting again. a few hoots and cheers ring out around the courtyard, and you even hear your dad's loud, proud laugh.

when sevika's hand travels down to grab your ass, your mother's eerily loud throat-clear rings out. you both jump away guiltily, and turn to face the queen as she approaches you.

"i'm sorry mom, he w--"

"don't worry, dear, sir trent's always been my least favorite of the nobles." she whispers, kissing your cheek, and reaching out to hold sevika's hand. she sighs, then rolls her eyes. "that being said, i am kicking you two out of my kingdom."

you blink. "what?"

"i ask that you return to zaun before next week-- or i will have you forcibly deported." she says. you blink again.

"what!?"

"dear, if i let you stay any longer, the two of you will cause a fucking war." she says. "i love you. i've missed you. i am so happy you and sevika are happy and in love-- but i simply cannot deal with your mayhem anymore. your ban will be lifted next year, when you will be allowed to visit again for one month. that's it."

your mother turns on her heels and marches away, and you watch her go, shocked.

under your feet, trent starts to groan and blink awake.

beside you, your wife bursts into laughter.

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[strwyofthesun]

forgive me, goodbye [pt. 2]

pairing: re2r!leon kennedy x intern!reader

synopsis: after settling into the uk, you learn of the raccoon city incident and suffer a great loss. after graduating from med school and starting up your internship, you meet someone who you thought you've left in the past.

word count: 3.7k

cont: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of death, mentions of blood, hurt/comfort, there's so much stuff goin on idk anymore

a/n: i did not expect to write a part 2 of this but my best friend bitched about not liking the ending so i did this out of spite <3 also! this takes place after the re2 events and before operation javier. i did alot of research on the re timeline and other medical related things mentioned T_T last, leon looks so cute in the pic i choose that bc his outfit there is similar to his operation javier fit

part one here !

A week has gone by since you’ve moved in the UK and you had been feeling homesick. Even though you had settled into your dorm, made new friends, and gotten acquainted, nothing beats the company of family. Not only have you been missing family, but also Leon. Feeling distressed, you decided to call your family to see how they’re doing.

You go through your contacts and scroll down to find your Mom’s contact. You spotted her name and pressed dial. The phone lets out a ring that lasted for only a couple seconds as your mom had picked up the call.

“Hey mom… Is dad with you?”

“Hey honey! Yes, he’s over here!” Your mom called for your dad and you hear his voice in the background shouting back to wait for him. You let out a laugh hearing your parents shuffle around. “What’s up hun? How’s everything going there?” Your dad asked.

“Everything’s fine dad, I’m just a little homesick…”

“Aww, hun… We miss you dearly too… You’ve grown up into such a fine, successful, smart, and independent young lady. We couldn’t be any more proud of you. Call us anytime, we promise we’ll always answer the call at the first ring.” Your mom said.

“Hey mom…?”

“Yes?”

You gulped down the lump you felt in your throat, “How’s Leon doing?”

“Oh… I heard he’s out of town.”

“…Is that so?”

“You know who I miss?” Your dad suddenly chimed in.

“Who dad?” You asked curiously while smiling.

“You and Leon. You remind me of you and your mom back in the day.” Your smile dropped hearing those words from your dad. It made you miss him even more and your parents could tell by the silence on your end of the line.

Your mom nudged your dad and scolded him, “Hun! Come on! She’s trying to move on, don’t make it any harder for our baby.”

“I’m fine mom, really. I just wanted to know…”

“Well, alright… If you say so.”

“I’ll be going now, I have a class in a bit.”

“Okay, call us if you need anything!” Your dad reminded again.

“I will, I will. Love you guys…”

“We love you too hun.” They said in union and dropped the call. It was nice hearing their voices again. You opened a box filled with pictures, looking for ones of you guys together when you were suddenly greeted with tons of pictures of you and Leon together on top of the pile. A certain picture caught your eye and you grabbed it to take a closer look. It was a picture of the night you, Leon, and your parents celebrated your graduation from pre-med. Tears fill your eyes and drops of it landed on the picture, slightly damaging the ink. You try desperately to remove your tears stains from the picture but ended up smudging the photo and getting the ink over your parents’ faces. You threw the picture back in the box and curled up at the foot of your bed and sobbed silently.

You didn’t regret your choice of pursuing your dream of becoming a virologist but God, did you really have to go through this just to reach it? You tried controlling your heaving and sniffled as an attempt to quit crying because you had a class in a few minutes. You stood up and walked yourself to the bathroom to wash yourself up. Looking into the mirror, you realized that you’re already here and it’s too late to quit now. You’ve sacrificed so much of your time, effort, and relations for this. Quitting isn’t an option.

Days passed by and you drowned yourself in your studies. You were currently one of the best in your class and according to your professors, you had the most promising potential. Meanwhile, Leon was out of town just as your mom said and was wasting away in God knows where. All he wanted to do was get away from that town and escape the memories it held. He drank his sorrows away but no bottle of alcohol could ever fill the void in his heart. It’s as if you took a piece of his heart and left with it and there was no chance of ever getting it back.

During one late night, he received a call from his co- officer telling him not to go back to Raccoon City even though there was a current crisis, but Leon didn’t listen. He sobered up and immediately headed back to Raccoon City. The following events that unfolded are to be summed up and named “Raccoon City Destruction Incident” from then on.

While studying in a café with your earphones on, you realized that it’s been awhile since you’ve called your parents. You ring them up but they don't picked up.

“Weird, they usually answer at the first ring…” You mumbled to yourself. You try again and to no avail. “Again.” you said but call after call they didn’t pick up. Now you were really worried. Out of frustration, you take your earphones off and take a sip of your coffee when you start picking up on the sounds of the café. But what caught your attention made you drop the coffee cup in your hands.

“The US government declared Raccoon City 'beyond saving' from its residents that have turned aggressive and zombie-like. They ordered a missile strike to wipe out the city and later at dawn, it is reported that two non-nuclear missiles hit the city, clearing all of its 100,000 citizens, and completely wiping it off the map.“

Ringing filled your ears and your hands trembled at the news you had just heard. “This can’t be happening…” you thought. A waiter walked up to you demanding you pay for the broken coffee cup but you couldn’t hear him well. His words sounded like it was being drowned out by water. Your body went on auto-pilot and you grab whatever amount of money you had on you and shoved it into the chest of the waiter. You grabbed your stuff and exit the café while calling for a taxi cab.

You rushed back to your dorm and packed your stuff immediately. Things weren’t properly processed in your mind and before you knew it you were on a flight back to the US. You took a cab to the outskirts of what’s left of Raccoon City before you were blocked by multiple hazard signs, barricades, and police tape. You tried to get passed it but police stopped you before you could even step past the barricade. You stare at the massive crater left by the missiles and what remained of your old home. Streams of tears run down your face and you couldn’t stop it. The police tried calming you down but it was useless. They couldn’t do anything except escort you back to the hotel you checked in.

Once you were at your hotel room, you drop to your knees and wailed. You couldn't fathom the intensity of all the feelings that you were experiencing all at once. Everyone you knew and loved were turned into those… monsters you saw on the news. They were killed, wiped out, with no trace left. Your friends, family, mom, dad, and Leon, all gone. You cried even harder now that things have finally started sinking in. You recall your last call with your parents, them saying how proud they were, and them saying they love you, it was agonizing. And Leon... Oh Leon… you left him alone and heartbroken in Raccoon City. You blamed yourself for their deaths. You imagined your parents worried sick for you because you haven’t called them in awhile as well as Leon who was probably grieving still over the breakup. The image of them worried and scared for their life, was all you could think about. Tears didn’t stop flowing and you’ve lost your voice from screaming. You asked yourself, was this punishment for leaving? Did you deserve to suffer this much?

It's 2002 and four years have passed since. Not a single day went by where you didn’t think of your parents and Leon. You’ve let yourself grieve, gotten therapy, and took a break from med school for awhile. But in the end, you pushed through with it because you knew they would’ve wanted you to push through. You were a step closer to becoming a virologist and its something you’ve worked extra hard on this time. You promised yourself that once you finished everything, you’d dedicate the rest of your life studying the viruses that caused the Raccoon City Destruction Incident and find a vaccine for any virus that could turn people to what the Raccoon citizens became. But for now, you are currently taking up your one year internship.

It was a regular day at the hospital, nothing out of the ordinary. You examined patients, spent your time in the laboratories, and conduct medical procedures along with other doctors. Soon, the mundane day of yours came to an end, or so you thought. As you were about to clock out, a fellow intern called for you.

“Hey [Y/N]! Wait up!” They said as they grabbed onto your shoulder, puffing out heavy breaths.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You asked in concern seeing that it was most probably urgent based on the face your colleague made.

“There’s someone out there asking for a CBC.”

“Okay and? You do it. Can’t you see I’m about to leave? I’m about to be overtime.” You replied feeling annoyed from being interrupted as you were about to leave.

“C’mon, do me a favour will ya? I’ll do your stool examinations for a week. Pleaseeeee…” your colleague said while giving you puppy eyes. You cringed at the sight of them and finally gave in to their request.

You rolled your eyes and gave an empty threat. “Fine, I’ll do it. You better stick to your word or else.”

They nodded their head ecstatically and hugged you before they left. “Ugh…” you thought to yourself. If you had just declined, you would’ve been home by now doing anything as long as you weren’t here in the hospital. You grabbed a folder and headed to the counter whilst keeping your head down.

“Hello, good evening, I heard you came in for a CBC?” You greeted.

“Yes, how long do I have to wait for you [Y/N]?” A familiar voice asked. You stopped fiddling with the folder and furrowed your brows. Where have you heard this voice before? Then, it clicked. It couldn’t be…

You looked up at the person opposite to you and met a pair of piercing blue eyes you know you’ve seen before. The tall frame, muscular build, dirty blonde hair. You couldn’t believe it. It was like staring at a ghost. The blood drained from your face as you step back in horror, refusing to believe that the Leon Scott Kennedy was standing right infront of you, alive.

“Woah, hey, are you okay?” Leon asked as he held his hands out.

“Am I okay…? Okay?! I thought you died?!” You screamed which caught the attention of other hospital staff and patients. You look around and apologized and looked back at Leon. “Look, I’ll do your CBC. But you have explaining to do.”

“I know I do, I’m sorry [Y/N]…” Leon apologized and looked down, feeling ashamed from being away from you all these years and suddenly popping out of nowhere.

You scoff and led Leon to a room to extract a sample of his blood. He took off his jacket revealing his more muscular figure. He looked different now. His eyes were as captivating as ever, but it lost its shine. You didn’t want to pry now, but if he escaped the incident back at Raccoon City, he must’ve seen some fucked up shit. You grab the tourniquet and start to tie it around his arm.

“Tell me if it feels too tight.” You instructed Leon and he nodded in response. “Is this alright?” you ask to which he nodded again in response. You start feeling around his arm trying to locate a vein. Your touch sent shivers down Leon’s spine, painting him a shade of pink. You'd almost miss it if his long hair blocked his face. You chuckled at the sight of Leon, “I’m barely doing anything. Did you miss me that much?” you teased.

“You have no idea.” He replied smiling.

Once you’ve located the vein, you did the standard procedure and in a blink of an eye you had a sample of his blood. You took of the tourniquet off his arm and patched him up. He stood up from the seat and put his jacket back on. The silence was deafening, as an attempt to break the ice, you asked, “So… Why do you need the CBC?”

“Just an excuse to see you to be honest.”

You quickly turned to face him, “Are you crazy?” you spat.

“Borderline. It’d be nice to know if I’m healthy or not though.”

“You wasted my time and equipment Leon.” You said while crossing your arms.

“Okay, okay, I’m kidding. I need it to update my health information for the government.”

“Hmm, okay. Do you want the results now or tomorrow?”

“It can wait. Come on, let’s head out now. My treat.”

“Don’t rush me!”

You finish up whatever’s left to do and finally clock out. You and Leon left the hospital and walked up to the parking lot.

“Here, put this on.” He tossed you a helmet and wore his as he started his motorbike. You put on the helmet and sat behind him.

“Hold on tight ‘kay?” You barely held onto Leon, still feeling off. He sped up on the road which made you nervous. Leon felt that you weren’t holding on properly and suddenly stopped, making you jerk forward and wrap your arms around his torso. “I told you to hold on tight didn’t I?” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Won’t say I told you so.” He said his final warning and revved the bike.

The streets were almost empty which gave Leon the opportunity to drive faster. This made you hold onto him tighter and Leon smiled at this under his helmet. “Not a fan of thrill rides huh?” You could barely hear Leon over the sound of the wind going past you. “I swear to God Leon, if you speed u—“ Before you could even finish, he drove even faster. You had a strong grip on Leon at this point and you could hear his muffled laughing.

Sooner or later, you arrived at a hotel where Leon was staying for the meantime. He parked his motorbike and the two of you got off. You punched Leon hard on the arm you took the blood sample from.

“Ow! What the fuck?” he said laughing.

“I hate you.” You said to him with a straight face.

“Aw, cute. You know you could never hate me. Even from the grave.”

“Haha, very funny Leon.” You said sarcastically.

The both of you walked into the hotel and entered the restaurant inside it. You both sat down and ordered food. And while waiting, Leon finally tells you about what happened four years ago.

“I want the truth Leon.” You demanded.

“Okay, please, keep an open mind alright?” You nodded in response and Leon recounts the events of the Raccoon City incident. You listened to him intently. It was hard to imagine him go through all of that. You were feeling thankful though that he is still safe and sound now.

“My parents, Leon? Do you know what happened to them?” you asked desperately wanting an answer. He shook his head and said “I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I really am sorry I didn’t save them…” You muttered a small “Oh…” and reassured Leon that it was okay. “I just wish I called them a bit more often… I think they were worried about me even up until their death…” You say quietly.

“[Y/N]… You are their only daughter, of course they cared. I’m sure they’re glad to know that your strong, healthy, and most importantly, you're safe now.” Leon said while holding your hand. You felt a tear run down your face and Leon used his other hand to wipe it off. He kept his hand on your cheek and gently caressed it. “I’m so sorry for the way things ended Leon… I didn’t want to… But—“ you were cut off by Leon.

“It’s okay… I forgive you [Y/N].”

“But I don’t forgive myself! There wasn’t a single day where I didn’t long for your presence by my side. I wanted you near me again.”

“I felt the same way too....”

No other words were said. You looked into each other’s eyes and reignited a spark that you thought died a long time ago. The moment was short but it felt longer than that. Too bad it was actually cut short by the waiter that brought you your food. You grinned from ear to ear and Leon let out a laugh. The both of you enjoyed the fine dining and soon you escorted him to his room.

“I’ll… be off now…” you said awkwardly to Leon while he stood leaning on the door frame.

“Do you really have to leave? It’s late at night. Stay with me for the night. It’s not safe out there.”

“Leon…”

“For old times sake…” Leon pleaded. He moved closer to you, grabbing your waist and leaning into your ear. “…Please?” he whispered.

You look at Leon, heat running through your body. He was a burning candle, and you were a moth that just couldn’t resist. Your lips crashed onto his and he slammed the door shut behind you. The both of you make it to the bed and swiftly take off each other clothes and threw it to the bedroom floor. Leon sat upright, back on the bedframe, while you were on top of him. You grinded on him slowly making him groan.

“Fuck, you don’t know how much I’ve missed this.” Leon breathed.

“Tell me Leon… How much did you miss me?” You said as you run your hands through his hair, tugging at it. You teased him, running your wet cunt along his hard dick. Leon breathed even heavier, you could feel his dick twitch as it longed to be in you.

"I'd think of you, when I touch myself... I missed you touching me, making you screaming my name, being inside you. I missed it all. Please, let me fuck you..." Leon begged. You held yourself up and positioned his dick under you.

You and Leon both moaned when he entered you. It took some time for you to adjust to Leon again. "So tight... You haven't been fucking anyone else have you?" He asked. You shook your head and he started thrusting into you, catching you off guard. You moaned and whimpered from Leon suddenly fucking you.

"Come on baby, use your words." he demanded.

You tried to speak but your words were slurred. "O-only... you... Leon. I've only f-fucked you..."

"Mhm, that's right. You're mine, got that? And I'll make sure people know that." Leon sucked onto your neck leaving hickeys on it, marking what's his.

He quickened his pace leaving you a moaning mess. Sounds of skin slapping against each other echoing in the room. You moaned his name over and over again like a prayer. As you feel your climax coming, your walls tightening around Leon's dick. He moaned your name into your ear. "You feel so fucking good baby."

"Leon, I'm close..." You managed to get the words out of your mouth. "Cum for me baby." Leon said as his thrusts get sloppier and rougher. A scream escaped your lips as you came. Leon finished inside you making sure every bit of cum filled you to the brim.

Leon looked at you and cupped your cheek. "Why don't we make up for lost time?"

The sunlight peaked through the gaps of the curtains and you find yourself in bed beside Leon as he sleeps peacefully. You admire Leon's beauty for a little while and brushed his hair to the side. His eyes flutter open and he greeted you in a raspy voice.

"Good morning love, did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby." You replied.

"Mhm, that's good. Come closer."

You move closer to Leon and lay on his chest. "There's something I didn't tell you last night." he said and you could hear his heart beat faster.

"Tell me..."

"I was recruited by the USSTRATCOM shortly after the incident at Raccoon City, and I'm a government agent now. These past 4 years, I've been training intensely. And in a few days, I'll be leaving for North America to my next mission."

You lay in silence, taking in the words Leon had just said.

"Say something please, [Y/N]..." Leon pleaded.

"Do you... want us to get back together, Leon? I want you to be realistic. If you're an agent, who goes on missions that you could possibly never return from, would you really want to be tied down to me?" You asked.

"I do want us back. God knows how much I want us back together. And I don't care about all that mission shit. I will return from every mission just for you."

"Are you sure Leon? Because this time, I'm willing to stay. I've lost you once, and I'm not making the same mistake again."

"I'm always sure when it comes to you. We'll make it work this time, I promise. I love you [Y/N]..."

"I love you too Leon." Those words coming out your mouth after years of longing for him gave you a feeling of euphoria and nostalgia all at once. Who knew that this time around, we'd fall right back into each other's arms.

[jabberwockprince]

how can I put into words just how mad I am at Kimberly/Anjo Nala's writing, like. no wonder people boil her down to sad depressed baby uwu cringe girlfailure, because all of 2.2 insists on telling you that she's all of that, but then they show you completely different things, the disconnect is insane

this is just me rambling abt r99, I love this game dearly, all my anger comes from a place of I Cant Get This Game Out Of My Head

if you haven't read 2.0 and 2.1, you're going to miss literally the way she:

Happily toys with her targets, taunting Matilda and Joe while they're on the verge of death

Kills Hollick in cold blood while having fun

Is cunning enough to find ways around the orders she gets from that Disciple because of the language barrier / distract Vertin & Argus enough with crocodile tears to cast a teleport skill and get away

in Tristes Tropiques, you're told that she saves Vertin to repay her kindness--you're not given context for this within the Main Story, and this "kindness" is just. letting her leave. this doesn't warrant the attachment Kimberly gets to Vertin in this chapter at all, she has a more meaningful convos with WHITE RUM and LOPERA than VERTIN

2.2 attempts to justify her actions by reminding you that she is a victim of people who use her as a toy and a slave, but it fails to take responsibility for the way THIS patch and ALL PREVIOUS ONES demonstrate that she's still a succubus, a creature whose moral compass is based on the binary of "if I don't like you, then I can kill you. but I won't hurt the people I like because I like them. easy"

again, she kills Hollick so casually, she leaves Joe mortally wounded in front of an injured Matilda and doesn't give a SINGLE fuck about it because she's hungry and was following orders

it's so BORING to see her being reduced to "sad sopping wet cat" by the fandom, but of course this happens, because that's all you get if you only consume the main story at face value, which does not bring up the REST OF HER CHARACTER AS WE'VE SEEN HER

2.2 expects me to believe Kimberly's debt to Vertin was so great that it justifies her attachment to Vertin thru the entire patch, it fails to remind you how this attachment was born because It's Quite Literally A Nothingburger. and you can think of this as "Kimberly has never been shown an OUNCE of respect and dignity in her life, so she will latch onto the FIRST person to do the BARE MINIMUM even if its unreasonable"--but that nameless Manus lady from her own character trailer tells her not to return to the toy because she sees how painful it is for Kimberly, and then Kimberly just goes MONSTER FORM to sleep at the foot of the bed. BUT BY THE END OF THE TRAILER, EVERYONE IN THIS MANUS GROUP EXCEPT MS GRACE HAS BEEN KILLED

and this doesn't work etiher, because we then learn that Kimberly has had a fulfilling and loving life in the heartfelt home, that she found people who cared about her. and we know how guarded she is, every fucking time something happens or someone unfamiliar shows up, Kimberly is SO READY to pull her claws out

I talked about this with some friends earlier and they're so fucking right, it FEELS like they're exclusively focusing on the good aspects of Kimberly that would make you empathize with her and PURPOSEFULLY ignoring the rest of the nuance in her character JUST because they can't allow a Limited 6* to be morally complex or, god forbid, do Horrible Things with a smile on her face. which sounds insane because we have characters like Tuesday, but out of all three limiteds we have, you can see they only took a risk with Lucy, who is also in my opinion the most well-rounded, interesting and cohesive character out of them (not counting 2.5's Liang bc I haven't finished that patch yet teehee)

there's so much emphasis on her sister on all promotional content, but then they also fail to deliver ANYTHING satisfactory on the writing bc everything related to Mata Hari is condensed to one line of "I don't want to be like my sister" and then the Paths of the Past tidbits. there are SO MANY THINGS but none of them work together to form a cohesive, solid patch its INSANE. Lopera is underused, Kimberly is all over the place, Zeno / Igor's motivations were weakly explained and there was zero set up for it other than the vague shit you get in 2.1 , Sotheby is abandoned one quarter into the story as soon as the Duncan / Karson thing is "resolved" and like, this also happened to Lilya in 2.1 but Lilya at least did a handful of things other than to exist so that we can get a sad moment of Sotheby recognizing Mr Karson in Duncan

like. this patch is so undercooked and so dependant on so much extra information you have to learn from events that are NOT going to come back IN MONTHS? which is wild, because the apeiron-vienna-vereinsamt arc is RIGHT there, they do it PERFECTLY there????? what the fuck HAPPENED to 2.2 SPECIFICALLY THAT MADE IT. LIKE THIS?

[dearinglovebot]

oml hi! what are your headcanons for claire and owen when they were at school? here are some of mine:

claire would defnitely be on good tersm with everyone, i feel like she'd be popular in the way that she knew everyone

but she's classify everyone as aquaintences though and call it 'networking'

would be super annoyed by everyone in her class constantly talking abt marriage and kids like thats the only option for her (alas i wish she was in my class i'd have someone to survive those trenches with 😔)

straight A+ student ofc

owen wouldn't really care for school i think

he'd get like alright grades

he'd be like 55% class clown if that makes sense?

super good at PE tho like he'd be the Pe Kid (TM)

i think he had a pet dog or cat (or both?) but they died

i kinda hc that his parents were pretty shitty. idk why but i do. (shhh let me project)

constantly getting into fights with vic hoskins but everyone agrees vic is annoying as HELL so eh he gets a pass socially-speaking

also:

in dodgeball the teachers always put claire and owen on the same team bc the two of them against each other means the match lasts FOREVER and if it does end it's a tie followed by an argument of who won that lasts for two weeks. like claire vs owen in dodgeball would be legendary. and like +340% hype bc everyone's 10 and dodgeball matches are IT when ur ten (can u tell i miss primary school dodgeball 😔)

hello anonnie! brace yourself cause this is a level 5 yapnado

I don’t agree with EoC a lot (...most things) but it hits my high school headcanons very well. that is to say, she is weird and off-putting to the general public. particularly sheltered midwestern kids who absolutely will be raised on the housewife/breadwinner-husband cool-aid in the 90s. they’re all obsessed with settling down with kids in the same town they were raised in while she’s trying to escape to a big city and get a master's degree. they’re doing the 90s equivalent of calling her woke blue hair liberal with pronouns. not outright bullying her but like... side-eyeing her. she's not really being invited to parties. which is fine! (it is not fine. she is lonely).

she has sooooo many autistic traits that i do just consider it part of my personal canon and that will NOT help her. her hyperfixation is going to college and she stims by doing homework (exaggerating. but only partially). i love my queen dearly but she does not have cool autism that makes you do cool art installations. she has collecting alaskan postage stamps from the 1800s type autism. she is a loser that few will truly appreciate <33 like fine wine

claire being from no-where wisconsin in the 80s-90s is sooo vital to understanding why she is #likethat. small town midwest is basically the deep south politically except in the south people will straight up say "women belong in the kitchen" and in the north they'll go "oh. you want a degree? how quaint [condescending tone]". she's used to everything being a backhanded compliment and proving that she deserves what she has. it makes her super defensive and lean towards interpreting things as malicious even when they're not. which is why, on the island, people don't really like her. she's the mean boss lady who won't even do small talk with her peasants

she absolutely is a straight A student. that is PRESIDENT of the debate club to you. she's a teacher's pet who Will do the extra credit work every time and has perfectly chosen her extra curriculars based on what will look best on her college application.

i also think she'd start working about as soon as she legally could. not only is that the smart financial move (start saving as soon as possible) but it looks amazing on college applications too. she is absolutely maximizing what she is able to accomplish in a day

overall, it really isn't an experience she thinks of fondly. she spends most of her teenhood devoted to trying to escape the poor, rural lifestyle she was born into. it's another stepping stone in her 10 stage plan to conquer a small nation. and she wouldn't regret any of it until her life inevitably comes crashing down (indominus incident) because only then does she realize she's been chasing material wealth instead of internal happiness for her entire life

owen has none of the crazy ambition claire does bc he's normal. he would take it one day at a time with vague goals of where he wants to end up. as long as he does the bare minimum of passing the class then he's doing pretty good. best subject science, worst subject literature

owen is from the 80-90s deep south which also heavily influences how i view his characterization. as a funny guy who enjoys very traditionally masculine things like construction and sports, he's going to be very well liked. everyone likes someone who makes you laugh. but overall it's pretty surface level. nobody asks about his day. he's gonna be like "damn is this really all i am to them??". but it's not like he can say that cause then he's being weird and emotional (toxic masculinity culture). so whatever. he keeps balling. (represses vulnerability and compensates by going even harder into funny sport guy routine)

so really he's the guy everyone "knows" but they're gonna lose contact the moment he leaves town. which is whatever. he has his wholeeeee life ahead of him to make some #real friends (his only long term friends include barry, the raptors, and sometimes claire)

he has proven time and time again he has no problem speaking his mind so yeah he's punching every hoskins that comes along and getting a few days suspension over it. he would not gaf tho bc his internal sense of justice is stronger than any school related punishment

he's the kind of kid who mows the lawn for your mom for pocket change and volunteers at the animal shelter

not the worst but yeah he's not that interested in reliving that

not including much about their individual family dynamics because thats an entirely different yap session

also:

in a hypothetical au where they're in the same high school, i believe it would go like this: claire is brilliant and smart in every class they share meaning he's enamored with her big words, she thinks all sports guys are meathead jocks and actively avoids them, she tutors for extra cash after school and he's on the verge of failing lit, she takes him on as a client and he's like wowza the whole time, she's like can you focus on the themes of shakespeare already and stop looking into my eyes longingly every few minutes i'm starting to think you aren't even interested in the deeper meanings of the rivalry between the veronas and capulets (she isn't picking up on a single hint), and now he is actively pretending like he doesn't understand any of the assignments to "get her guidance" on them (she still doesn't get the hint and is wondering if he got a concussion at some point)

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 1 - AP Calculus BC

Long red hair swaying elegantly in the air with the gentle autumn breeze, as a young lady exited her car and walked down the school's parking lot, towards her classroom. Her passive smile was graced by a lovely shade of red as powerful as her hair, and the soft glitter of her pink eyeshadow made perfect combination with the dark eyeliner that highlighted her vibrant aquamarine eyes so lovely. Her school bag was hanging low down her shoulder, pressed down by a few lousy books, a notebook and some random crayons, making her outfit look a little disheveled, yet in no way less pretty - A pair of comfortable blue jeans and a black Tshirt sporting a grotesque imagery from one of Iron Maiden - The egyptian picture from the Powerslave album which had just come out. She couldn't name it her favourite album by far, but she had a soft spot for the "Rime of the Ancient Mariner", which she was humming to herself.

She wondered what kind of curse was she put on to start her last highschool year, on a Monday morning no less, with Double Maths of all things - Not that she considered the subject to be difficult, but more like, particularly boring quite like the teacher himself. It was quite bothersome, but at least it meant having almost 2 whole hours to doodle around in her plant glossary. She loved going in the forest to collect plants, stick them in her glossary, then draw them later, making sure to add medicinal properties and fun trivia - A personal project of hers, encouraged by her wonderful biology teacher - What a lovely old lady that one!

As per usual, she sat down at her lonesome desk and took out both her notebook and her crayons, ready to doodle at her heart's content while the other idiots were struggling to figure out what 2+2 is without using a calculator. One by one, all students gathered in the classroom after the bell rang, and awaited the teacher amidst continuous chatter.

Once the old man arrived, he was followed by a fellow young man that Miss Kitty Kat hasn't seen before - He must be a new student, she thought to herself, admiring him - Billy Hargrove, he introduced himself, coming from California - He looked absolutely beautiful. Eyes light blue like crystals and his hair long and fluffy, a lovely mix between dirty blond and a tint of ginger; His muscular body was toned and tanned, he graced a few pretty freckles on his cheeks; But what intrigued her the most was his outfit - Blue jeans, boots, and a dark red plaid shirt over a black Tshirt printed with the logo of the German rock band Scorpions. A man of culture and wonderful taste in music. She couldn't help but smile, seeing someone like him around. A spark of hope in her heart that she would finally have a friend with whom to chat with all day and hangout, like she sees in movies and comic books... If it wasn't too much to ask, that is.

"Class, this is Billy, as you just heard - He'll be joining on for the remainder of this terminal highschool year. I advise you all to take your classes seriously and get your grades up - The final exams are approaching, and your chances of being accepted into the colleges and universities of your choice depend solely on your performances. I wish you all the best." old teacher Daniel Johnson croaked in a rather weak voice - It was his last year as a teacher before he was retiring. "Billy, for now, you can sit next to Miss Black right there - She is my brightest student, I dearly encourage you to seek her aid if you need help with anything."

"Ergh - Thanks, I guess." Billy swaggered in the seat next to her and let the bag fall on the ground.

"Alright class, I'm not going to lie to you, this year, AP Calculus BC is going to be difficult - Though imperative for those of you who want to pursue careers involving mathematics, such as Engineering, Physics or even the ever-growing Computer Science." the old man coughed a little as the students all groaned in unison. "Let's start with a simple exercise - A remainder, for what we've studied the previous year."

"Wait, it's the first day and we're starting the workload already?!" Billy's expression looked completely crestfallen - He hadn't brought a single school thing. "Ergh - We didn't usually do anything on the first day, back in Cali."

"It's fine - Miss Black can give you a pen and paper." the girl did as instructed, ripping a page from her notebook and giving him a pen. "Alright - Let's see..." the old man opened a book and began writing with chalk on the blackboard. 

Differentiate the following function: f(x) = x3sin(x)

Billy sighed to himself - He wasn't mentally prepared to go through this shit. He didn't think maths was necessarily very difficult (mostly bothersome), but he still had some few lapses here and there; He was no genius, but he worked hard to get where he wants - Go back to Cali and study Engineering. That fuckass who calls himself a 'father' would never be able to touch him there ever again. He would be free, and back home, where he belongs.

He looked to his right and realised, to his surprise, that the red head next to him wasn't even bothering with the math problem - Instead, she was drawing some very realistic flowers in her glossary - What was she doing in this hellhole of advanced math, if she liked plants? Wouldn't biology fit her better?

"Billy, are you done with the exercise?" the teacher asked all of a sudden, naming the newcomer.

The poor boy remained blank faced, incredulous - What the hell was wrong with this old bag anyway? Calling him out on his first day - What was that about accommodating someone in a new place? How annoying. "Eergh, not entirely. Halfway there I guess." he looked down at his ripped page, filled with scribbles, doodles and more letters than numbers. Yeah, not even halfway there.

"That's alright - Come to the board and let's do it together. I'll guide you where you're stuck." the teacher urged the boy - Urgh, Billy hated being seen as a nerd, but it was far worse being seen as a dumbass like the vast majority of his peers.

During his hesitation, he noticed a small piece of paper had appeared in front of him - It contained the solution to the exercise. He looked with wide eyes at the unbothered girl who kept doodling her flowers. "Sure, I guess." sticking that paper in his sleeve, Billy grabbed the chalk and started writing down - At the same time as figuring out what he was doing wrong himself. How could he be so inattentive? It really wasn't that hard of a problem - He shouldn't have fumbled so easily. "We, uh - X^3 becomes 3x^2... And sin(x) becomes cos(x)... That means... The derivate of the function is... The derivate of x^3 multiplied with sin(x)... So 3x^2 sin(x)... and we add it to the original x^3 multiplied to the derivate of sin(x)... So x^3 cos(x)..." and Billy wrote the end result, the derivate of the original function.

f′(x) = 3x2sin(x) + x3cos(x)

"Very good, Billy, nicely done! You've got a promising future ahead." the teacher's praise surprised the student, even making him feel rather bashful. He never did have a fatherly figure to praise him - This was a weirdly nice change, though one he wasn't sure he could easily accept it.

"... Thanks." he muttered, digging his hands in his pockets, yet holding tightly onto that slip of paper. The praise was undeserved - He cheated shamelessly.

"What do you want to pursue in the future, Billy?" the ever existing question... And his ever shameful answer.

"Engineering... I guess." he found himself answering truthfully. 

"It's a well sought-after career these days - I'm sure you'll have a bright future ahead of you, young man!" Billy couldn't look at the teacher anymore; He had a weak smile on his face before swaggering back to his desk and slumping down, waiting for the break like crazy.

Time passed by so slowly watching those idiots fumble around, unable to do simple calculus; How did they end up in this class was a mystery for him; Still, the long awaited lunch break came by after 2 very long hours of torture and boredom; The red head packed up her things and swung the bag over her shoulder, exiting the class like an invisible phantasm, unnoticed by any.

Blinking, Billy crumpled up that paper and threw it in his bag, dragging it along him and throwing the pen in his pocket, trailing for the girl - There was no trace of beautiful carmine hair anywhere, and he was just standing there, lost and standing in the middle of the corridor. It wasn't long before a bunch of guys and girls started flocking around him begging for the attention of the next hotshot of the school, dragging him towards the lunch cafeteria.

He had a pretty okay meal, and he was glad he was noticed so quickly - He had to make a quick reputation as the cool guy; The alpha male around the campus - Just as his father would want. Still, the constant smothering from his colleagues wasn't too bad - He was shown around the place and introduced to people and told what he had to know about the place - Even the hazing ritual, come in the form of drinking beer from a keg at Tina's Halloween party. It was the perfect opportunity for him to affirm himself as the #1 guy in Hawkins.

Just as the break was almost over, he caught a glimpse of the peculiar red haired beauty sitting at the foot of a large oak tree and eating lunch from a wooden box... With chopsticks? They weren't even regular chopsticks, they were pink. Shaking off the people, he walked in front of the girl, his towering shadow obstructing the warm sunlight.

"Hello, Billy." her voice was soft and calm, so serene that it almost sounded like a siren speaking to him. "How do you like the place? Have those guys presented you a nice first impression?" she took a small piece of a dumpling with those chopsticks and delicately brought it up to her mouth. "Oh, how rude of me - I am Katrina - You can call me Kat for short." she introduced herself with a small nod of her head. "Have you eaten lunch? I can share with you if you want." she patted the spot next to her.

"Ergh..." he was a little overwhelmed with how overly nice and polite she was. "Kat - Okay. Yeah, it's an okay place, but it can't compare to Cali. I miss the waves and the sun." he admitted, plopping down next to her. "What's cookin', good lookin' ?" he offered a charming smile, getting closer to her; But his dazzling self was successfully dismissed by the girl.

"These are beef dumplings, these are spring rolls, and this is some fried chicken with rice." she turned towards him and took a bit of rice and chicken in her chopsticks, raising them up to his mouth. "Open up." although hesitant, Billy opened his mouth to eat the bite given to him.

His eyes widened a little, and he started chewing more vigorously. "That's good - Did your mum make this?"

"I did." she smiled, quickly taking half a spring roll and offering it to the boy to savour. "What about this - Is it to your liking?"

"You're a very good cook; Mum never made these things - Where'd you get the recipes?" he asked, silently begging for more; Kat's cooking was flawless, compared to what his biological mum, foster mum and the cafeteria food he's had before.

"My dad said these were grandma's recipes from back home. She would always pack up lunches for him and grandpa. They were both intellectuals, and she believed that a good nutritious meal would help them with their work and studies." Kat smiled, giving him a taste of the beef dumpling.

"I don't know about that, but I can tell you, this is very good." he received one more bite. "At least one good thing when you're stuck in this dumpster fire."

"You don't like it here much, I take?" the girl asked, not even once erasing that serene smile from her face.

"Hate it." he grumped, slumping his back against the tree. "I miss my Cali. I want to feel the hot sand beneath my feet, and have the cool waves break against me. I want the sun to scorch my skin, and play the guitar by the camp fire, with the wind messing up my hair." he sighed, defeated, before turning his head to look at her - She was smiling so beautifully, and her eyes were sparkling with interest.

"That sounds like a reverie, Billy! I would love to experience that some day also! No wonder you loved home so much." she hummed softly. "Although, I think I know what to say that would make you tolerate this place a little." he huffed, as if he wasn't believing her, yet still urged her to go on. "The air is fresh, the breeze is soothing on your skin, and the smell of the evergreen forest, especially when it rains, is so calming. Strolling around offers you peace of mind, and the landscape is magnifying. You can play rock ballads by the camp fire and harmonise with the choir of crickets, toads and nightingales. You can swim in the lake, or play in the ice-cold river. You can hear the rusty leaves scrunch under your boots in autumn, or the snow in winter. And the flowers - Oh, Billy, you should see how many gorgeous flowers and butterflies appear in Spring! The whole place is filled with so many vibrant colours! It's like paradise!" 

The boy looked down at her; The girl was twinkling, emanating so much love and beauty, she was radiant like the morning sun. Not even once had he met anyone as positive and... Absent, in a way. It was like she's never met any bad thing in the world, and she was still living in a dreamy bubble. He... He felt absolutely stupefied to see someone that wasn't completely jaded, like he and everyone around him was. For some very odd reason he felt... A faint sense of protection over her innocence and kindness. "...Sure, doll, whatever you say." his silence and dismissive nature didn't seem to influence her smile at all. "I'll let you show me that."

"I would be honoured to!" and he thought she couldn't twinkle even brighter than she already was.

"Right." he cleared his throat. "What about popularity? What's a guy gotta do around to get the spotlight?"

"I don't think I'm the right person to ask, Billy, forgive me." she offered a sympathetic smile.

"Whadya mean, girly? You must be the most popular babe around!" he leaned in closer, bumping his shoulder into her own.

"Oh no, hardly! My only friend is Nancy Wheeler, but we don't really share classes. We hardly see each other these days. She's very sweet though! And incredibly beautiful - I think she's the prettiest girl I've ever met - And she's very smart too!" a girl hyping up another girl? That's a new one. "Oh, Barbie was also very sweet with me, but unfortunately, she disappeared last year. Very tragic incident. It's a shame, they never found her body."

"You're one weird girl, doll." he couldn't help but chuckle leisurely, and worry-free. "A'ight, listen; Gimme some pointers, and I'm taking you out for a milkshake at the drive cinema."

"Really?! You'd do that?!" the boy offered a dazzling smirk, and nodded his hair, those pretty locks getting even messier. "Oh, I can't wait! This Friday is a horror-movie marathon, because it's Friday the 13th, y'know?! They're going to show Friday the 13th, and Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and the new Nightmare on Elm Street! I heard they have discounts for combo deals - Coke, milkshakes, pizza, burgers with fries and popcorn! It's gonna be so fun!" she clapped her hands together full excitement, though her voice remained as soft and lovely as before. What a quirky girl. No wonder she wasn't popular - Few people wanted to stray away from the popular norm; Everything else was catalogued as freaks, nerds, geeks and outcasts. Shame; He really liked her vibe. She was far above the others.

"Okay, doll, okay, we can do that." he chuckled, waving his hand dismissively, before placing his arm over her shoulder. "Now, gimme some tips and I've gotchu."

"I think I've got an idea." with a vixen-like mischievous smile, Katrina quickly ate the last bit of her meal, neatly packed it back before throwing it in her bag; She hopped up to her feet and pulled the surfer up with shocking strength, and dragged him to the large gym where some guys were playing basketball. "You see that shirtless guy with fluffy hair? His name is Steve Harrington. At this moment, he's the king of the highschool. He is the most popular kid here, he has good grades, is the leader of our basketball team, and is said to be a candidate for one of our scholarships." she cleared her throat. "Also, he is a massive douchebag. He humiliated my friend, Nancy - They were dating last year, but got angry she wouldn't make love to him, so he got his groupie to bully her - They even wrote mean things on the cinema front, can you believe that? What ever happened to decent people." she rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I would do anything to see this guy face the same humiliation he gave others."

"Oh, yeah? What a fuck ass." he scoffed, leaning forward. "Yeah, he looks like a cunt." he smirked in triumph. "King Steve is going down."

"Thank goodness!" she chimed in happily. "You know - I heard he even cheated on Nancy with many other girls. He's awful!" she approached him to gossip in a hushed tone. "But I'll tell you one thing - None of his groupies are loyal to him - He's a little bitch with fame, but if you take that away, he'll have nothing and no one." she delicately placed her hands on his face, tilting it to an angle before showing him another guy and a cheerleader. "See those two? They are Tommy and Tina, the current IT couple. Tina is the lead cheerleader, the most wanted girl around, and super rich - All the best parties are held at her house. And Tommy is super buff and works out publicly, so everyone surrounds him to gawk at his physique." he loved this kind of gossip - Girly earned that movie date, and more. "If you win Tommy over, you win the whole school; And it's really easy - You already work out, so he'll respect that. All you have to do is keep good grades, join the basketball team and play shirtless, win a few matches - And most of all, with the Keg King title at Tina's Halloween party." she looked at him with a wide grin. "If anyone can do it, it's you." she continued enthusiastically. "And you know who is the current Keg King?"

"That pussy Harrington, huh?" she nodded affirmatively.

"Well, babe, prepare for the fall of a monarchy, because I'm a usurper - And I look far better with a crown on my head, and a pretty girl by my side." he brought her in a side hug, smirking down at her; She didn't seem to react in any way, either positive or negative - She was as passive and serene as always. Was she... Deflecting his flirting? Or completely immune? Could it be that all the complimenting of Nancy meant she was into pretty girlies like her? "Say, dollface, you've got a boyfriend?" she shook her head. "How about a girlfriend?" she shook her head again. "Not interested? School above all? Or strict parents?"

Kat simply shrugged her shoulders. "Nobody asked me before." that perfectly simple and serene answer kinda derailed him. There was no way a girl like her didn't have guys flocking around her constantly, fighting for her attention.

"Nah, no way, I don't believe you." she nodded her head, as if to confirm again. "Really?!" she nodded again. 

"I recommend you don't hang around me too often - Your reputation is going to plummet if people see you around freaky 'Kommie Kat'." she advised, without the least bit of sadness in her voice.

"... Freaky Kommie Kat? The hell is that?" he frowned, leaning back, completely lost.

"I am a foreigner. My dad was Chinese, my mum was Russian - Both are communist countries." she explained non-chalantly. "I moved in Hawkins six years ago, you see - And when highschool started, I tasted a bit of popularity for myself - How old was I... 13-14 or something. Anyway - Steve was my deskmate in History, and I let him cheat off of me at a test, so he could get A like me. We became friend, and he introduced me to Nancy afterwards - We were together in literature." she smiled sardonically. "Steve asked me on a date soon after, and I told him I would be more comfortable if we were just friends, because I thought I was too young to date, you know? It was a new experience in a new place - I wanted to meet new people and discover myself." she chuckled emptily. "And, you see, Steve took that like a rejection - He got very angry and pushed me into the locker - Said I would regret saying no to him. I told him - What's so bad about being friends? And he says friends are for losers." what a jerk, Billy thought to himself, imagining an even younger and smaller version of the girl before him, being slammed into the locker like that. It made his skin crawl, remembering the way his father would slam his mum into the walls. "It's been years, and he still hasn't gotten over that - What Steve says is law; And when Steve said I was 'Freaky Kommie Kat', I was just that, to just about everyone in the school, otherwise, they'd get bullied until they stopped interacting with me."

"All of them, except that Nancy girl?" her smile became happier at the mention of her friend.

"Yes, she's very lovely, don't you think? If I see her around, I'll introduce you two!" she was twinkling again. "I think she hangs around Jonathan Byers now; He's pretty introverted, but not a bad person."

"A'ight, all the more reason to teach that little punk a lesson not to mess with my doll." he slapped his thighs before getting up. "Well, thanks for the help, babe; You more than earned that movie date." he helped her get up. "I'll go enroll in the team - See you tomorrow in Physics." surprisingly for the both of them, he kissed her cheek before leaving the gym.

There were a myriad of things going through their minds - Why did he do that, Billy asked to himself; He didn't want to date, he just wanted to have fun and get the hell over this shit terminal highschool year; He wanted to be Keg King Billy, and win over everyone, and then run the hell back to Cali and study Engineering... So why was he so attracted to this pretty girl? Was it because she helped him in freaking Math? Or because she fed him such fantastic food? Or because she was so kind with him? He hasn't had anyone so nice to him, without him offering something back in some way; It was always about his good-looks and charm, granted, he worked hard to look the way he does, and he was more than happy with what he's done; He was pretty sure his weights weight more than Kat - He could exercise with her instead. Oh, no, those were such weird thoughts in his head - Though he couldn't help but wonder, if her cheek was so soft, and he was encaptured by her sweet perfume so much - How would her lips taste? What lip gloss is she using? Was it cherry? He dearly wanted to know - Many, many times over.

Kat, however, was rooted on the spot, blushing a little - She's never had a boy kiss her like that before, and Billy was so handsome, charming and fun! He was so intriguing, and she wanted to spend more time with him - Was he giving her a chance? Did he want to be her friend? Hopefully, he wouldn't cast her aside after he's gotten his popularity crown, that would be very sad. Almost as sad as Nancy taking Steve's side and still dating him, in spite of how much of a jerk he can be. Not that it was her problem at all, she didn't want to destroy their relationship, but she also didn't like seeing Nancy so upset.

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The next day went like any other day for Kat, with the exception that Billy sat next to her in Physics. This time, he had a single notebook and a pen - He knew Kat would be carrying the textbook for the both of them anyway, and he didn't want to bother too much; He would end up forgetting what class he has in which day regardless, that's how much he cares. Unfortunately, just like the previous day, they started with the more difficult stuff right away, and once again, the students groaned in exasperation. No one wanted to deal with those difficult problems - And that one unlucky loser who would be forced to step in front of the class and humiliate themselves by being unable to solve that idiocy.

Physics class was an absolute drag, more so than math, if you could believe it. The old man's croaky voice droned on about Newton's laws of motion, and the chalk squeaked painfully on the blackboard. Billy sat at his desk, trying his best to stay awake. His mind wandered back to the beach in California, the waves, the sun, the freedom. He couldn't understand how anyone could stay awake during these classes. Still, he was well aware, Physics was one of the core classes he needed to ace, to be properly prepared for University. How annoying.

Next to him, Kat was doodling away in her notebook again, her red hair forming a curtain around her face as she sketched what looked like a complex diagram of some plant. Her aquamarine eyes flicked up to the teacher every now and then, but it was clear she wasn't really paying attention. Billy sighed, shifting in his seat, and his eyes caught on a small piece of paper that had been nudged his way. Kat's handwriting was neat and small, each letter perfectly formed into a small yet adorable message addressed his way.

< Bored c: ? >it read, a tiny smiley face next to the question.

Billy smirked, glancing at her. She didn’t look up, her attention seemingly focused on her drawing. He scribbled back a quick reply and slid the paper back to her.  < You have no idea. How do you stay awake in this place? >

Kat's eyes flickered to the note, and a soft, almost imperceptible smile tugged at her lips. She quickly wrote something down and nudged the paper back.  < Pretty flowers and daydreams. What about you? >

Billy leaned back in his chair, pretending to stretch as he took the note and wrote back. < Thinking about Cali. The beach. The waves. I'd be out surfing now. >

Kat's eyebrows rose in curiosity as she read his response. She shook her head subtly, and Billy noticed the slight sparkle of interest in her eyes as she wrote her reply.  < Surfing looked amazing on TV! I want to hear all about it! >

He chuckled softly, enjoying this small rebellion against the boredom of the class. He scribbled back quickly. < Imagine this: hot sand under your feet, cool waves crashing over you, and the sun setting on the horizon. >

Kat’s eyes shone with excitement as she read his words. She leaned a bit closer to him, the edge of her notebook brushing against his arm as she wrote back.  < That sounds like paradise. Take me there someday? >

Billy felt a weird twist in his chest at her words. He hadn’t expected her to be so open, so genuinely interested. It was... Nice. He scratched out a quick reply, his usual confident smirk softening into something a bit more genuine. Why did he actually feel something when interacting to this complete stranger? This wasn't like him, not at all. He was the playboy, the casanova, he could have anything and everything he wants... So why...?  < Maybe I will, doll. Just gotta get through this hellhole first. >

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Students hurried to pack their things and leave, but Billy and Kat lingered a moment longer, exchanging one last glance before standing up. "Hey, dollface, I've got basket practice after lunch. Wanna watch me destroy King Steve?" he hung back by her side, picking her bag and placing it over his shoulder.

"Oh, I would love to! Only - Forgive me, I have never watched a basketball match before, and I have no idea what the game even is about, except an orange ball that you have to throw through a hoop." she chuckled softly. "Thank you for holding my bag, Billy, but you really needn't!"

The boy simply flashed a smirk, guiding her out by the very same tree the previous day. "Got any more of that super delish food?"

Kat's smile widened into a grin as she buried her hands in the bag, revealing a small blanket and two lunch boxes. "I had hoped you wouldn't stop wanting to see me overnight, so I prepared lunch for you also - And brought a fork for you, of course. I can't expect King Billy to eat with pink chopsticks painted with tons of flowers." she chuckled, patting the spot next to her. 

For some reason, Billy's heart sunk; Buried underneath that gorgeous, hopeful smile of hers, a deep loneliness was revealed mixed with such a sweet voice. Why did he care so much? Was it because she tried so hard to be kind to him? Although, for Billy, everything she was doing seemed natural; He felt as though everything she was doing came so naturally to her - Her kindness was natural. And he felt like a moth gravitating around the flame.

"Y'think I'm that much of a brain dead sheep, that I'd stop hanging around a pretty girl 'cause dumbass Harrington set the trend?" he slumped down next to her, digging in his fantastic lunch. "Harrington has no clue what he's been missing on these years - If not your pretty face, this damn food would keep a man from walking away." this comment seemed to make the red haired girl hide her mouth with her sleeve, stifling a very amused chuckle. 

"You are being very kind to me, Billy, Thank you." she nodded her head bashfully. "I just hope you won't come to regret it." the young man threw her a shady look and scoffed.

"Are you comparing yourself to those stinky cows, KitKat?" the girl couldn't help but gasp and start laughing - For once, the nickname was so cute - She's never had anyone use a nickname with her! And, for second - Did Billy just call their classmates 'Stinky Cows'?

"Did you just call our classmates -- Stinky cows?!" even just repeating that made the girl laugh harder.

Billy muttered, digging into the food. “Most of the girls in Hawkins are so dull. All they care about is gossip and who’s dating who. No one has any real interests." he continued. "And yes, they stink of very bad cheap perfume." he leaned a little to the side, close to her neck. "Yours is very nice and feminine."

"Oh, thank you, I'm glad you liked it! I worked two years to buy it! I found it on sale, so I managed to get two bottles." two years of hard work to get a proper perfume, and all those trust fund bitches and silver spoon rich fucks can't even find a proper fashion sense. "And - Yeah, I guess our classmates can be annoying and... Pretty plain! But they aren't all that bad - I think! I mean, at least this is the last year we'll see them, right?"

Billy smirked, taking a bite of a dumpling. “Well, it’s true. And don’t even get me started on the guys. Dumb as bricks, most of them. The highlight of their day is probably belching the alphabet or winning a pissing contest."

Kat giggled, shaking her head. “You’re awful, Billy. But yeah, I get what you mean. Sometimes it feels like we’re stuck in this small-town bubble and no one wants to break out of it.” she looked up at the bright sky. "I hope to travel the world some day. It's my biggest dream."

Big dreams for the future, from a little person like them - But what can a man do but dream of a better future built if their own hands, with blood, sweat and tears? "That's a nice dream to have." he nodded to himself. "Keep on dreaming, KitKat."

"What about you, Billy? What's your big dream." what a wonderful question with no real answer.

"No clue." Billy found himself spewing. "Haven't thought that far yet. For now, my only dream is to get that damn scholarship, move back to Cali and get my fucking degree. If I get that far, I'll think of something for the future." he grumbled under his breath. "I just wanna get the fuck out of this god forsaken place."

"You really hate this place that much?" her voice became sympathetic and filled with compassion.

"Bullshit city, yeah." he huffed, stuffing himself with more food. "But not only."

"I understand what you're trying to say." the girl smiled softly. "If you need anything, I'm here for you. Until then - I'll try to help make this year more bearable for you. How's that sound?"

Billy looked right into her eyes; His crystal eyes peered in the depths of her soul, piercing aggressively - Yet he was met with resistance coming from a veil of genuine care and worry for him. What a fool this girl was. Girls like her always end up bad - Not because they do anything wrong, but because the world fails them. Billy picked her chin, leaning in closer to her face. "Don't change who you are, dollface." he said, before letting go and getting up to her feet. "Now come, I'll delight your eyes during practice. Be a nice girl and cheer for me, will ya?"

"If you wouldn't be embarrassed by me being there, then I would love to!" she looked cute - As cute as a little kitten would look, nestled in large blankets.

Billy nodded his head at her to pack everything and get up; They headed towards the gym, where they went separate ways. Kat took a seat in the bleachers, her eyes scanning the court as the players warmed up, with Billy there in the lead. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished wooden floor and the thud of basketballs being dribbled filled the air. Billy and a few of his teammates were tossing the ball back and forth as they waited for practice to officially begin. He caught sight of Katrina in the stands, a confident smirk spreading across his face. He had planned to show off a bit, and he was determined to make a memorable impression.

When the whistle blew and practice started in earnest, Billy kicked into show-off mode, playing with swagger, his movements sharp and fluid. He dribbled, passed, and shot with impressive precision, each move showcasing his athletic prowess. Kat had no idea what she was watching, but seeing Billy playing so passionately made her smile brightly.

As the game progressed, Billy’s shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his well-defined muscles. He could feel Kat’s gaze on him, and he made sure to put on a show. With each dunk and fast break, he glanced over to see her reaction, enjoying the way her eyes followed his every move. He could almost feel her enthusiasm and see those sparkling gems, even though she was sitting still and had no clue what she was watching.

At one point, Billy executed a fantastic slam dunk, hanging from the rim for a moment before landing gracefully on his feet. He looked over at Katrina, catching her wide-eyed, slightly awestruck expression. He couldn’t help but grin, his eyes twinkling with a mix of pride and mischief seeing her clap with such child-like glee.

During a brief break, Billy trotted over to the sidelines, his shirt discarded and his chest glistening with sweat dripping down his Adonis muscles. He wiped his face with a towel, his confident demeanor never wavering; He casually leaned against the bleachers where she was seated, his body language radiating both charm and casual arrogance. 

“Hey, gorgeous. How’s the show so far? Living up to standards?” his hands were balled in fists against his hips, making sure his body was perfectly flexed. If even his body that had the appeal of a Greek God statue by Michelangelo couldn't make her at least blush a little, than he was sure, this girl was a lost cause.

Much to his pride and joy, however, he saw the girl smiling at him - And her cheeks were just a hue pink, like two beautiful peonies. Success. "I think you were fantastic! You totally threw Steve in your shadow!" she admitted, trying to sound nonchalant but unable to hide her admiration.

Billy’s grin widened, clearly pleased with the compliment. “Figured I’d give you a little private show.” he gave her a playful wink, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Is that so?” Katrina replied, her tone light and teasing. “And here I thought you were just a show-off.”

Billy chuckled, his eyes lingering on her pretty face and that glowing smile of hers. “Maybe a little.” he straightened up, his confidence unwavering. 

"Then are we leaving the private show for some other time?" the girl's mischievous comment was hiding a most teasing innuendo that wasn't lost on the boy - In fact, Billy was quite shocked to see her completely natural and serene flirting with him. Did she even know she was flirting, or did she think it was purely friendly teasing?

"For you? Any time, any day, sweet cheeks." with a wink, Billy jogged back to continue the second half of their match and completely piss on Harrington and his week game. He was feeling even more energetic thanks to the pretty girl's evident appreciation of his skills - And physique, of course. The way he played with effortless skill and charisma was meant to impress her, and he could tell that he was flawlessly succeeding.

By the end of practice, Billy’s teammates were buzzing with excitement, their high-fives and cheers a testament to the intensity of the session. He returned over to Katrina, his chest still bare and glistening with sweat, and plopped down beside her. "Want a hug, doll?" he couldn't help but grin in amusement hearing her soft squeak and seeing her jump away from him.

"Take a shower first, and then we'll talk about a hug!" she was giggling all giddy and cute.

Billy’s eyes softened with a touch of vulnerability, a rare moment of sincerity amidst his usual bravado. “Wanna join? All hot and steamy.”

"Sorry - Too much testosterone and magical wands fighting." she giggled jokingly. "I'm more of a hopelessly romantic kinda girl. Not quite the norm these days, huh?" yes, of course she would be that kinda girl. A sweet girl who daydreams of an endless happy love story, of a Prince Charming carrying her around like a Princess. That type of perfect girl, Daddy's sweet little angel, who should never hang around fucked up and broken bad boys like him.

But didn't all guys want the good girl to go bad just for them? "I'll keep that in mind while I humiliate Harrington with my magic wand." they were such dorks.

  Classes pass by fast, basketball practice was going smoothly, and Billy was gaining traction; His popularity was up there, his grades were up, and finally, his date night with Princess KitKat was approach. He had to get all done up and looking as charming as ever, his Cali magic couldn't fail him. He could get bitches all he wanted, that was easy - But he promised her a nice date, and hopefully, he wasn't too broken and screwed up to provide at least this little. Lord knows she deserved something nice in that lonely life of hers.

Next Chapter >

[loudwolftraveler]

In another life. & History repeats itself.. 

(Merge post + The explanation)

A/N: Beware of Cursing and might also be Grammatical errors, and Yandere behavior, Inspiration of manhwas ahead.

Everyone this is the fully post of two separate posts, I add a explanation so it will help you understand the story better bc it doesn't really make sense, also i may or may not be posting anymore, after all i just posted those two as a entertainment but never thought would go viral but thanks to you all but sadly i will not post anything bc i will have my focus on the novel books i published there on wattpad and sooner have my original book too, that's all i have to say once again and thank you for understanding.

In another life.

Imagine your reincarnated husband! 

Your reincarnated husband! Once died protecting you and the empire of sudden attacks was announced on your marriage day. 

Your reincarnated husband! Died in your hands, blood is everywhere, especially around you. In devastated you kill yourself by slicing your neck, as you can't live without the person who loved you the most...

Silence filled the room, and then the next was nothing... Nothing but the silence of your sudden death with your only person you cherish the most. Two of you lay in the ground, pools of blood are everywhere around you two. A tragic life of both two lovely people who found themselves by fate itself. 

The new emperor and empress had sudden news of dying because of a sudden attack that had happened.

... 

..... 

...... 

That was the tale of your childhood. The story tale you held dearly in your heart when you were a little child. 

It was a pity, that the tale kinda reminds you of the empress who was once a duchess. 

It was about a story between a duchess and a crown prince. 

It was said that the duchess was mistreated as an outcast and a replacement real daughter of Duke, a 'lady duchess' as what people called the daughter of the Duke. The whole family neglected the duchess because she was just nothing but a replacement of the lady duchess who once went missing and never came back. The Duke tried to find his daughter, the one he cherished before she was gone. But suddenly stumble across the girl who look-alike her daughter, but the girl has dark red hair, her daughter has red hair and almost like peach-pink hair. The girl almost looked like the lady duchess herself, except for the hair color and the eyes. In exchanging words towards her, he adopted her not only for her to feel loved but for the replacement of his once cherished lovely daughter. 

The brothers of the lovely lady duchess, were frustrated with the news of the fake lady duchess who was their "new sister". 

Both of the father and her "brothers" never cared for her, never did, even if she acted a brat or spoiled one. They never once showed affection or worried towards her as they neglect her once she's in their presence. 

The servants don't really care about her either. They make her starve, left out, and never serves her like a right duchess. 

That was until she sneaked out of the duke household and somehow met her destiny.. 

The crown prince of the empire. 

Some people just describe what the crown prince is, some will say, he isn't the favorite one as the people, especially noble ones, saw that the prince was also an outcast, but people assumed that the Emperor loved his half-sister and didn't have any time for the crown prince. 

The crown prince's half-sister or his step-sister, the one destined to die at age 18 was once the Emperor's plan but it seems it backfired when he saw what she really is, just like her mother, his once a lover. The Emperor's true lover (the Emperor is too dumb and blind as fuck that he didn't even know that his lover who is concubine, just used him for the power and frame.). 

The one that the emperor loved so much that he kept the kid around, pretty much of the dissatisfied and disagreement of the crown prince's statement. 

The Emperor was known to be a cold and tyrant ruler. 

A brutal one when it comes to his enemies. 

'The crown prince is nothing but the heir of the throne', the Emperor said to his personal knight. 

'Nothing but an heir' is what the crown prince thought. He knows, he knows yet can't accept it. He can't win his father's love and affection when it comes to his half-sister. So he stayed quiet and waited for the time to strike down and kill its enemy. 

The Emperor loved the half-sister, but when it comes to him, HIS supposed to be a biological child. 

The Emperor chose to neglect him and didn't really care about him after the assassination happened that resulted in the Emperor neglecting him. For all the Emperor's care, the heir can die, and the Emperor wouldn't help him or care for him. 

After all, there's still one child to own the throne after all. 

The crown prince is tired. 

Tired of all of this. 

If he can just confess everything to him then it would not be this mess.. 

Especially what happened in the past. 

If the Emperor is not that stupid to fall in love with a plastic face of a lotus bitch then this should not be happening at all. 

As the crown prince stands at the balcony, staring at the sky, moonlight shines brightly across his face. As he collected his memories then, he jumped off the balcony from the Palace he currently stayed with about 3 floors, he thankfully landed safely on the plant bushes. 

The crown prince ran away, ended up lost somewhere, then he sat on the ground and silent crying filled the place as he felt worthless all of the time. But then he heard the noises towards him and when he looked up, he met the "fake duchess" which people talked about. 

The fake lady looked at the child (the crown prince is older than the fake duchess btw) and asked. "Um.. Are you okay, why are you crying?" 

Then the crown prince quickly wiped his tears and answered, "Y-yeah.. I'm okay..." and then, "by the chance, are you perhaps the new daughter of the duke?" the crown prince asked, the duchess froze in place and then answered in a low voice, "I.. I wouldn't call myself like that..." the duchess said. 

The crown prince quickly understood and questioned a different one, like why are you here, and are you somehow lost too? And a bunch of talks right here and then. They started to get comfortable with each other and learn things from each other too, if they have enough time to meet each other that is. They would go to the same place where they first met. 

But of course, we can't hide things so easily right? 

When the crown prince reached the age of 18, his half-sister 14, there was an accident. Well the crown prince wouldn't call it a "accident".

Day by day the crown prince filled with envy and jealousy and frustration with his half-sister's actions and his father's words. That's when his sister hits her first celebration, the day where people will know about her and might be the day he will be replaced. So he instead had a plan to end his so-called family and end his suffering. 

For many years of being miserable and being a mistake and just being neglected by your only biological parent who just chose some insect that isn't even fully blood related. 

He chose to kill his father, his half-sister and everyone who served his father and sister. 

Even for all the servants who choose to work here, it will be their last day. 

They will be killed by his hands and his only hands. 

Their end will be in his hands. And no one else. 

When the news came of the Emperor's and the second Princess deaths and a massacre happened in the Palace! 

The only survivor was the heir of the throne! 

He explained in pain and traumatic expression as he tried to explain to the people of the empire that there were some bunch of the people who happened to be assassins and tried to assassinate his family, himself and the people who worked there, and not leave any witnesses.

In desperation, people believe his innocent act. 

How funny.. 

Really people are easy to be fooled with. When the people of the empire believed his words, he smirked a little, happy about what had happened. 

This is only the beginning of the terror of the people of the so-called empire.

Especially for the people who hurt his darling duchess.. 

History repeats itself.. 

Pt. 2 of In another life + Your reincarnated husband! Headcanon (at the start)

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That was the story from your childhood, you remembered the name... 

It was "The fake duchess met the crown prince!" 

At first, you thought back then it was a story but it wasn't, the story was called a "novel" you just found out back then, not too long ago. 

It was published as a novel book that people read either on the Internet if they don't have the money to buy or the novel book itself.

You once thought that the duchess's past was like you, mistreated by others and neglected by your parents. 

But that's okay, since you are already out of that hell hole anyway. That's what it matters.. 

Anyways, back to the topic, author. 

... 

Actually the one you talked about was, about the past only, so it means there are still events that are present in time when the duchess and crown prince were teenagers. 

Most of the novel was about the duchess' view and then meeting the crown prince and then the next one, will be on the crown prince view. Mostly their childhood memories are shown there, through teenagers and adults where they become official rulers. 

(not long enough because the sudden attacks strike in the empire, and it brings tragedy on the day where they're official news of being new rulers.)

The ending of the novel is mostly the end of the fate of two people. 

The duchess and the crown prince.

But why does it feel like deja vu? 

Like when the fake lady duchess met the crown prince was like... 

It felt like you're the one who feels the feelings of the duchess... 

But that doesn't matter anymore, probably another feeling of being single or you just felt nostalgic right now. 

'Feels like a past life feeling?' 

But, that matter should be dealt with later on. 

Now, where were you?

Oh right, you just finished the work, great job!

Although it's a waste of time to do all these things..

You, as a reader, lived in an apartment. 

You have to move out because your parents said 'you know it's time to move out? You have to learn to be independent, we can't always take care of someone like you.' they said. 

Then you take that in your hands, by being an employee, to support your well-being and bills of the apartment you stayed with. 

"*Sigh* it's late at night.. I think I have to do this tomorrow morning..." you sighed, feeling tired of the work you have done.

You clean up your table and then, when outside the company you worked with.

When you were walking through the crowded street, blending yourself in there, you suddenly thought of the sequel that the same novel author wrote of "The fake duchess met the crown prince." the sequel called, "We meet by the fate itself once again" where both of the duchess and the crown prince meet, but in the modern world though it's only a short sequel continues the novel story of "The fake duchess met the crown prince".

Where of course both of them knew each other's identity as the duchess and crown prince in their past life.

Because of a simple memory that brought them together once again, but this time is surely a happy ending.

When you were walking down the street, you suddenly bump into someone. 

"Ack—!" you hissed at the pain of being bumped into someone, but little did you know, you were about to fall but someone suddenly caught you by holding your waist to support you so that you don't fall down to the ground. 

When you open your eyes, your eyes straight look at the person who bumped you and saved you at the same time. 

When you look at the person, he looks at you too. But sudden electricity rings from both of your minds. 

Then you realize you're still being held. 

You blush from the embarrassment and stupidity of not realizing it soon enough. 

"Uh.. I'm sorry..." You said, taking small steps and making a space between you two. You look at the guy, the guy looks.. Puzzled? It felt like his thinking before he suddenly realized what's going on. 

"Oh.. No, no, it's fine, after all it's probably an accident" he said, giving you an assured smile, you look and then look away because of embarrassment and feeling of awkwardness between you two. 

And then he said this,

"If you don't mind me asking.. Have we met before? You looked so familiar yet so unfamiliar..."

You heard him, but then your mind suddenly brings the Flashback when you two felt an electricity together when you and him looked into each other's eyes. 

The Flashback was nothing but a glimpse of a man holding a woman in his arms.. 

The appearance of the man was similar to the guy you accidentally met by bumping. 

Even the smile is the same! 

Because the man in the Flashback has the same smile!

You didn't reply, the guy looked worried but didn't say anything, he was about to go but you held his arm preventing him from going. 

"I do have a memory of a man that looks like you, well glimpse of it.." you said, his wide eyes stare at you. 

"You are... No, It can't be... There's no way.." the guy mumbled, the feeling is so familiar to him, it feels like the girl he met was the woman in his dreams and might as well include nightmares. 

You don't even process the words you say, it's just like you were being controlled to say that. 

"But I am not sure if we have met before." you said after, the guy calmed down, he looked at you, "It's fine, you don't have to... I'm sure in the near future or maybe now, you will be able to regain the memories like i did years ago.." he said to you, smiling gently, holding your hand, it's as if he knew you.. 

But you are sure that he knows about you. 

Well your 'old' you of course, it's funny to know that you were reincarnated after your sudden death. 

Without knowing he is also here.. 

And without knowing you are also a character that doesn't even exist. 

Well, apparently he is also the same thing as you.

You smile as if all the memories that are from your old life are regained within you, you smile at him knowing that you two will be at peace now. 

"Where the hell have you been in the past years..?" you asked, hugging him, your once-a-husband that died in your arms, came back alive this time. 

"haha, I'm sorry if I'm late, my darling wife.." he said accepting your hugs, he knows your suffering, after all you two seek comfort together. 

"Humph whatever, what's the matter is that you're here once again"

"I'm also happy for you to remember me and our past life though you regained it faster than me.." He pouted looking at you. "But, I'm sure you, no—we will have happiness this time." 

He said as he looked at you with a long-lost same loving eyes again, you smile,

"Yes, we will."

----

Now, the two lovers at last can rest assured. 

After all, fate is the one who brought the two destined lovers. 

The old true lovers who died because of its tragedy are now living their best lives in the world. 

But, history may repeat itself once again. 

EXPLANATION PART!

(Pt.1) In another life & History repeats itself, explanation about the past and how the story goes through.

The main male Protagonists : The HUSBAND

*The heir & the crown prince.

*Inheriting the throne after he was massacred and lying to the public saying, 'there's a assassination happening inside the Palace'.

*Born with royal blood and is a biological child and has a step-sister.

*The Emperor, his father, has a one-sided love for his mother, the previous Empress; she died while protecting him, their son from the assassination. And then the Emperor falls in love with the viscountess lady  from the viscount family (before the assassination). So the viscountess lady becomes a concubine and soon enough has a child, who is his step-sister. The viscountess desperately wants a child so she could be the empress (bc she also wants to take down the previous Empress, who is still alive at that time. By making the Emperor divorce the Empress and her being the new empress. But that didn't work at all, as the biological child heard her plans and poisoned her after her pregnancy happened, and after the assassination.)

*The assassination happened when the viscountess lady can't take her anger off and send someone (plus the back ups cuz the Empress is not someone to underestimate with, as what people thought of her).

*And then, the sudden suicide death of the concubine which is the viscountess lady, was reached to the public, was killed by the poison after the assassination and the pregnancy happened. (it wasn't a suicide death) 

(so what happened was:

-> The Emperor's one-sided love towards the Empress and falling in love with the viscountess lady. 

-> The viscountess lady becomes the concubine and she clearly does not want that position but alas, it's the first step of her wanting to be an empress. 

-> Has the time being passed by, the viscountess lady seduces the Emperor into making out and making him favor her more than his actual wife. 

->The Empress was left out to take care of the child along with her loyal servants and soon, the first child born with royal blood was born at the age of five. 

-> And then the assassination happens, as u can see above, the viscountess lady has enough and finally sends some assassins to kill her but she saw, through her living in the Palace, it wasn't easy to kill the Empress. 

-> Few months after the assassination was ended and also the Empress's death. The biological child was seen walking through the hall, about to go to the room where the emperor stayed. He suddenly heard the viscountess lady, the Emperor's concubine, saying about the incident happened few months ago, and said it was her plan to become the Emperor's new wife and empress; her saying that her child should be the crown princess not him, as his looks reminded her of his mother. The viscountess lady was currently pregnant at that time, so he waited for the child to be born and after the pregnancy, a few weeks passed by, the death of the viscountess lady was spread around the empire. 

-> Few days before the viscountess lady will give birth to the half-blood royal child which is his step-sister. The child of the Emperor and the pervious Empress plans to poison the viscountess lady's drinks and foods; order the servants to put poison on each foods or drinks she will get her hands on after she will gave birth to a so-called royal child and threatening them that if they told the viscountess lady or the Emperor that it was him who did it, not only he will fired them but also kill them along with their families, he isn't a heir or a Crown Prince for nothing. (this is the one of reason why people called him a brutal and cruel Prince for not being a favored one, they say, (ง'̀-'́)ง) 

-> The servants of the pervious Empress couldn't do anything but to go along with the plan of the crown prince, 9 months had been passed after pregnancy happened, and this was the time where the Prince made his move, that is by ordering the servants to put a poison on everything that will slowly kill the concubine.

(who actually should become a empress the day after the Empress died but the Emperor was upset by what happen so the plan of the concubine was on hold; the time where the neglected and got blamed is also happened, in short the Emperor's hatred towards his own son and blamed & neglecting to his own son started at this time also I feel like this bitch is regret something..ಠ_ಠ)

-> And another death happened, words was spreading around the empire, some people said, the concubine dies because of someone poisoning her but no body was suspected at that time, then some of them said she dies giving birth, even tho she already done with the pregnancy but the Emperor didn't reveal it as much as the concubine disliked and denied the idea. 

-> Though nobody knows who's real or not. The Emperor doesn't suspect any other than the poison. Though he doesn't know who really did it.. 

-> Now, the present is slowly approaching, the royal half-blood child who's related to the Emperor and his biological child, was now at age of 6 and is lost somewhere near the Emperor's palace and she wasn't aware of it, she was just looking around, trying to go back to the Palace where her mother once lived and died. 

And the rest is history itself, (jk) the rest of it is shown in the novel itself. The thing is that in the novel, they only mentioned the mothers of the two siblings and mostly the one who cares abt them is the Emperor, (but since he's a bastard one, a blind fucking stupid, delusional one) he isn't really a good father. 

And it isn't really explained, it's complicated like the writer here for example. This shit work draft should be, at least be done if they're just a motivated person but guess what? In real life stuff has been a shitty work only wasted time for them. 

(literally here just want this to be done honestly (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ))  

Also the side note/additional information: The Emperor & the Empress only has a political marriage, they aren't really loved each other since the empress is only used to pregnant a heir 

(in short, the Emperor forced his way to the Empress without her consent). 

And her family was a kingdom, 'was' the family of her, send her to the empire cuz in her kingdom, if a woman, a female child who got birth in a kingdom-bloodline is considered bad luck to the kingdom. So men there are considered as someone who will bring the kingdom a better one, in other words, they're considered as a superior especially if they have a family, a man, the father should be the one to follow and obey. While the female ones are y'know being treated as a slave or someone who is used to impregnate a male child, not female.

So her family sends her to the empire and marry the current emperor, which is the Emperor (honestly it's the bastard  for me). The Emperor on the other hand is a handsome but bastard shit (but no one knows, bc he's a two face one, and the heir got his two-face phase shit. TAT..). 

He isn't really in love with the Empress, but fell hard on the fucking lotus bitch (╬≖_≖) and yeah, i hope you knew how the story goes now cuz really this is the only thing this writer can give you. 

Manhwa inspiration: 

 Who made me a princess

And a little inspired by 'The remarried empress'? 

(really it's just that the viscountess lady has the same personality as rashta so not sure yet. Let's just say, its the personality not the social life bc the viscountess lady is from countess family so please don't attack me---) 

Author's notes: Parentheses are the writer's way of communicating in a safe way, i think?

viscountess lady = The concubine 

Empress = The once a princess 

Emperor = The cruel & tyrant ruler with the attitude of an asshole. 

Biological child = The crown prince & The heir of the throne 

Step-sister of the biological child = second in line of the throne, and the viscountess lady's child (& the Emperor)

(Pt. 2) In another life & History repeat itself, explanation about the past and how the story goes through.

The Female Protagonist: The WIFE

*Known as the 'fake duchess' or 'fake lady duchess'

*Got adopted by the Duke to replace his once a lovely daughter.

*Ever since child, her mother died when giving birth to her. Leaving her with herself to take care of.

*Once she got adopted by the duke, she thought she would have a feeling of being loved. But that hope was crushed when she knew that she can't replace their heart that is full of void, losing their beloved real daughter. Because she's just an 'illegitimate child'. And a replacement of the position of a once 'Duchess'

*She first got hatred by her brothers, and her 'father' neglected her, won't even glance at her and help her when she's in desperate danger of society.

*Because of her 'brat-acts' or in other words, spoiled brat-acts, her reputation was ruined. Just because she spilled tea and hit a teen noble lady in a tea party and since then her reputation kept ruined by the time wherever she went, people kept looking at her disgust and hatred looks and always spreading a fake rumor of her.

(FUN FACT: THE WIFE'S BACK STORY IS ALREADY ON STORY OF 'IN ANOTHER LIFE' PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING IS THE WIFE'S STORY OR THE 'EMPRESS')

*She used to admire her step-brothers.. But now she hates them. She hated them because when she needed them, they didn't help her. Instead they both glared at her in a cold way.

*Hell, even the servants there. Even if they know they shouldn't disrespect the one they served but yet they go against it.. She hated it.. She hates it, the fact that she has the power yet she doesn't have the authority to at least be herself. She wanted to shout out, but she knew nobody would hear her shouts. 

*Days, weeks, and months went by.. Her realization came to her, she now realizes that nobody really is willing to give her the love that she once wished to have.

*By then, she knew she was nothing but a fool to everyone's view..  

*Until she met the crown prince. The situation when she met the crown prince was okay, but not really what she expected, guess the rumors about him were wrong. She and the crown prince always hang out at the same place they first met, and would also talk through writing letters. 

*Soon enough of time, the duchess grows with determination, clearing and gaining her reputation again, the problems that involve her, and she, working properly like a duchess she is. Through her hard work, it paid off, having trusted workers, along with a good reputation that speaks nothing but the truth.

(I truly don't want to detail everything but let's say, your family felt the guilt since the wife isn't what she was before especially (her) father of the Duke. Her and her step-brothers somehow get along but in reality, she was just faking the -'get along'- since she needs the support through her family members first. The Duke's family never know that their daughter or sister has already met the crown prince and even build a strong relationship (its friendship, everyone TAT) but the first brother is suspicious towards it but denies the feeling. AND after the massacre that happened in the Palace, did the wife know? Well... Of course she knows, as I said in Pt. 2 the two of them seek comfort and information from each other. BUT she didn't knew about killing spare that the crown prince made (which is killing everyone who despite and loves the duchess))

(NOW LET'S TALK ABT THE MAIN TOPIC OF THE 'IN ANOTHER LIFE & HISTORY REPEAT ITSELF'. THE STORY IS ABOUT THE HISTORY OF THE TWO NOBLES. THE ONCE A CROWN PRINCE AND A ONCE A DUCHESS. IN PART 1, IT TALKS ABOUT THE PAST OF THE TWO NOBLES AND IN THE START IS WHERE THE END OF THE 'STORY' OF THE TWO NOBLES. IN READER-INSERT, IT'S MOSTLY YOUR POV TALKING ABOUT THE 'STORY' ITSELF. AND MOVING FORWARD TO THE PART 2 IS WHERE YOU FOUND A MEMORIES SOON TO KNOW ABOUT THE 'PAST LIFE' MOSTLY KNOWING WHAT YOU ARE IS.

BUT ONE THING IS DIFFERENT, WHAT IS IT? ITS BOTH OF TRANSMIGRATION AND REINCARNATION. BUT IN TRANSMIGRATION IT'S QUITE DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I WAS PLANNING FOR THE STORY PLOT SINCE I PREFER NOT TO GO IN DETAILS TOO MUCH BUT IT'S ALSO MY FAULT NOT TOO T-T 

ANYWAY, HERE'S THE EXPLANATION ABOUT THE WIFE AND THE READER ITSELF, 

-> BOTH THE WIFE AND THE READER HAS THE SAME SOUL, SO BOTH OF THEM CAN CHANGE EACH OTHER'S BODIES. 

-> SO LIKE, IF THE WIFE LOST CONSCIOUS, SO DOES THE READER, THEN THE WIFE & READER SWITCH SOUL, LIKE THE READER'S SOUL WILL GO TO THE BODY OF THE WIFE AND WHEN THE WIFE'S BODY GAINED THE CONSCIOUSNESS, THE READER IS MOSTLY THE ONE WHO WILL CONTROL THE WIFE'S BODY. IT'S THE SAME WAY AS THE WIFE'S SITUATION TOO. AND BY REMEMBERING THINGS LIKE HOW THEY LIVED IN THEIR OWN, THEY WILL SLOWLY GAIN THE MEMORIES BY EITHER SLEEPING OR A SUDDEN HEADACHE. 

NOW I KNOW YOU WILL BE HAVING A BUNCH OF QUESTIONS BUT! IN THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY, IT EXPLAINS THAT THE WIFE'S BODY DIES BC OF SUICIDE (NOT ACTUALLY BUT SHE KILLED HERSELF SO YEAH) SO IS THE READER STILL CONTINUES TO GO INSIDE THE WIFE'S BODY? THE ANSWER IS BASICALLY A NO. WHY? BC THE WIFE'S BODY IS DEAD. MEANS IT WILL NOT CONTINUE TO BE LIVED ESPECIALLY SINCE THE TWO SOULS ARE SOMEHOW CONNECTED, THERE'S A POSSIBILITY THAT THERE WILL BE ONE SOUL GONE AND ONE SOUL ALIVE. 

SO THE DUCHESS'S OR WIFE'S SOUL TRANSFERRED TO THE READER'S BODY AND THE READER ITSELF STAYED IN THEIR OWN BODY LIKE THE BOTH SOUL IS SHARING THE SAME BODY SINCE ITS ONLY THE RESOURCE THEY BOTH HAVE. MOSTLY THE READER'S SOUL IS INSIDE BUT THE DUCHESS'S IS THE ONE TO CONTROL THE BODY, WITH THE HELP OF THEIR MEMORIES, THE DUCHESS WAS ABLE TO REMEMBER HER 'DEAR HUSBAND'. 

SO.. IN THE PART 2 BTW, THE READER'S SOUL IS STILL ASLEEP AND THE HUSBAND ALSO GAINED THEIR MEMORIES BC OF THE DREAMS AS WELL AS THE NIGHTMARES.

ACTUALLY THE STORY SHOULD BE TALK ABT THE 'REINCARNATED HUSBAND' SINCE I THOUGHT IT WILL BE A GREAT HEADCANON AND IS ACTUAL TITLE BEFORE IT GOT REMOVED BUT SINCE IT BECAME A STORY OPPOSITE TO WHAT I WAS PLANNED BUT HEY I THINK IT TURNED OUT OKAY? BUT PLEASE I KNOW SOME OF YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT THE 'TRANSMIGRATION IS THE SAME AS THE REINCARNATION' I KNOW THAT, I JUST MAKE IT LIKE THAT KIND OF IDEA SINCE I VERY LIKED IT. AS MUCH AS I RESPECT AND DON'T MIND WHAT YOU GUYS COMMENT ON PLEASE REMEMBER THIS IS JUST A WORK OF FANFICTION WHICH IS CREATED BY ME. THOUGH I DON'T KNOW IF THIS ACTUALLY EXPLAINS THE SHIT STORY HONESTLY TAT) 

MANHWA INSPIRATION: 

DEATH IS THE ONLY ENDING FOR THE VILLAINESS/ VILLAINS ARE DESTINED TO DIE. 

THE REASON WHY RAELIANA ENDED UP AT THE DUKE'S MANSION. 

Duke = The Head of the household 

The Two step-brothers = One is the Heir and one is a General Captain.

The Fake lady duchess = A Once empress, ruler and the Fake duchess, illegitimate child.

The lovely daughter of the Duke = The child of the Duke who went missing for no reason.

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A/N: Everyone! As i told you before this is a merged post as i promised. And bc of my decision visit my wattpad pf bc i would not be active here anymore, but i still be having it in my phone but if my phone can't handle anymore then i be removing it, thank you and here it is:

[wqxianvents]

// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: “ENDURING LIGHT.”

This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR

first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and they’re being dorks but in a cooler way already 💃 also btw happy new year!! hope it’s been treating y’all well already :]<3

okay so i’m going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i don’t even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and i’m excited! everytime there’s a big event i always am like “ugh… not another one i have to drain energy into and it isn’t even that interesting” (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didn’t really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)

basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that they’re not having nxx be at eachother’s throats lol. (not saying the past ones weren’t good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)

this one already had me though 😭 got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp luke’s… smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little “hello, miss… uh, i mean, little boss!” LMAO that is my son!!!

ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on ‘round town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? 🤗 you love to see it

jxjddh “i didn’t ask you guys” LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: “oh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.”, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION 😭😭 i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just “oh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.” but vyn is like 😭 “okay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.”

ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. they’re silly billies.

of course we needed our typical marluke banner 🥺

“Without us, who would you team up with?” did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, “bitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT here” LMFAO

“Luke, are things at work slow lately?” 😭😭😭 i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up

i want a group event where the guys don’t butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they don’t and he’s just confused 😭

kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. they’re my babies, my lil ol family!!

ANYWAYS… we’re here. Li Hotel 🤨 && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce 🤨🤨 don’t ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss 😔💜 but who knows…

alright last two things ✨ nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same 😭 (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare 😔 marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)

anyways. last but not least, this isn’t technically apart of the prologue but it’s when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:

&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad 😭 then i had a whiplash and went “OHH THE FUCKING CARD” LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME 😞 i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)

like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i can’t remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared 😔 now this… sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME

ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESN’T SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVES…. AM I MIXING UP CARDS…. see what this event is doing to me already 😔

ojay. i’m done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now 🌚 toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)

HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]

OHHbajdhd and adding on why I’m not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vyn’s character ended up being the killer. I won’t leave my thoughts on the card but this is why I’m sus of everyone 😔

[crossover-enthusiast]

Consider this ask to be an excuse to ramble about your OCs, any you want.

And have some asks about them if you want!

Do they like plushies? Are they a morning person or do they prefer to wake up late? Do they like baths or showers?

:DDDD Thank you!!!

I came up with this character for a fic I was writing with a friend, Eddith, and oh my god I made her so sad by accident -- partly. She's a sweet old lady that runs a gardening/flower shop and is Streber's aunt! You can imagine she did not have a fun Halloween 2013.

The accident part comes in that in the fic, she was friends with Michelle... we wrote that bit before Hollow Sorrows actually came out and unknowingly gave her a one-two of her nephew almost dying and then her close friend ACTUALLY dying very close together. Oopsie!

I think I've mentioned Teru here before but tbh I really want to work on her older sister, who I've tentatively named "Shugo". She lives at a college out of town and dearly misses her little sister. I haven't decided what she majors in but it's somewhere between medicine, astrology, and acting

Also!!! A little bit ago I adopted an OC from @/bulldog-geckorahhhhh and I've JUST started to work her out! Her name is Tessa, she never grew out of scenecore and LOVES collecting random shit! I also made her friends with another OC of mine, Rachel! They have a very Bratty and Catty sort of dynamic

Also Tessa uses she/it bc she gives those vibes I just wanted to mention-

As for the questions...

Plushies

Teru has a couple; there's a handing teru teru bozu doll above her window, and she has plushes of Yo-Kai Watch characters! Her most prized one however is a dog plush Shugo won her at the fair, she sleeps with it every night

Rachel just has a few for the vibes. Her favorite is a penguin with a bowtie

Tessa has a fuck ton of plushies, some bought, some custom. Probably has a couple from Ethan! Her favorite is one of those plush toys you can draw on with marker, she doodles on it a lot

Shugo also has a dog plushie! They were a duo when she won them at the fair :]

Morning/Night

Morning person: Eddith, Blossom, Shugo

Night person: Rachel, Tessa

Has no preference: Margo, Blondie, Teru

Showers/Baths

Showers: Blossom, Shugo, Rachel

Baths: Margo, Eddith, Tessa

No preference: Blondie, Teru

Thank you for the questions!!! :D

[tamrielf]

I saw your post about your nickname and it’s so crazy…my nickname growing up was also Katie Bug! I don’t know how my family came up with it, but that’s absolutely wild that someone else had that nickname too! My parents and my grandparents would use it.

That’s such a wonderful story about your abuelita. She sounds like she was a really great person and I’m glad you got to experience someone like her in your life ❤️ I also had a very special relationship with my Mimi and I miss her dearly.

ur actually not the first person named katie to tell me they also had this nickname lol🖤 i guess we just remind ppl of lady bugs? lol but thats fine bc like i said i love critters🥺🖤 & lady bugs are supposedly good luck🥰

its really neat hearing that someone else had such a similar experience though🥰 ur grandma sounds wonderful too🥺❤️

[quirrel]

[vent]

Sometimes I genuinely wish I could move away from my house, I feel like a total stranger here at times, nothing here belongs to me

I love my family dearly, I really do, but I've never had a place in this house to call something of my own, and when I had it it was the most cramped closet sized room ever, and bc of "house repairs" we've been dealing with for more than 2 years I ended up losing that too, I went from sleeping on a couch to sleeping in my grandma's room and I hate it

Our roof is made of fucking wood that has a lot of leaks, my uncle built a very messy and stupid "third floor" that's just a storage room for him to clatter all of his shit there, I had my stuff taken there too and I can't claim it back bc that place is filled with so much trash I can't find anything! I miss my plushies but I can't take them back bc my "room" (despite me no longer sleeping there, just using it like a pseudo office) bc there's no space!!

And I can expand that room! It was originally a very big room but when my other uncle (I have a bunch of uncles...) was still living with us that room got divided with a drywall, after he moved with his partner he wasn't able to take a lot of things with him so most of his stuff is still there, there's space in another room where I can move his things there but he's so afraid of losing stuff (it happened before) that he won't let me do it, but he can't also do it bc he's so busy taking care of his partner (who is a very horrible lady) and doing other shit that he never has time

I'm ... genuinely so sad for him bc he feels like he's being thrown out, I also had my stuff being messed with before without my consent, and I could never do that to him and that's why I haven't done anything to his room despite having so many opportunities

But I'm genuinely so, so tired, I love my grandma but this room isn't mine, I'm a grown ass adult, I want my privacy, and my mom had to tell my uncle I was thinking of moving away so he at least understood it was a pressing matter (it was a lie from her, but she doesn't know I genuinely am thinking of it)

I am so, so mad that I have no place of mine, but I'm also so, so sad that my uncles have no really anything nice for them at that stage of life, if I had enough money I would rebuild the whole third floor, build stuff with concrete, make actual separations so everyone has a room for them (especially my uncles)

But I have no money and what I do get from commissions is not enough to build a house

I hate it

[marictheirins]

cousin chat again, but this time much happier n also sappy. under a readmore for death tw

so in very happier faith in humanity news my cousins husband im so used to calling him my cousin bc he was. i loved him dearly but the clarification u kno anyways he was cremated proper today and the front desk lady apparently asked if there was a song my cousin wanted to play for him & supposedly the gentleman who idk the word for it for like kfjhsda respect bUT THE FIRE GUY I GUESS wording it like that would make my cousin laugh its all good anyways he called my cousin n like complimented the song choice & asked if he could pair it with a song that he felt was a fitting for when it ended and it like

man it just that was like perfect. these people had more respect & care for him than all those fucks at the “““““memorial”“““““ and it just rlly sits happy with us all.

as much as im upset at those fucks, as much as it hurts to see people who are selfish and uncaring to their fellow man. who want to go out and purposefully want to refuse to break the cycle of pain to others for whatever egotistic dumb reasons--- its nice to know that there are many MANY more people that will reach out and be a light, be respectful that they wont let shit be so bad. it keeps me going. its healing.

i love my cuz in law dearly im gonna miss him a whole hellva lot. fly as high as the sun, on your way like an eagle.

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

🔪🪐🍄🪲

🔪 - What's the weirdest thing you've researched for a writing project.

hah, this answer likely isn't going to be what people expect. It's actually which planets would be the most hospitable, and barring that, exactly what you'd need to do to turn a planet hospitable. I did EXTENSIVE research specifically regarding Venus. I miss that project dearly but someone was a jerk about it many years ago and DECIMATED my muse.

🪐 - Name three good things going on in my life right now?

I am more motivated to write then I have been in YEARS.

I am very close to getting to go on incredibly fun vacation that involves me seeing multiple online friends across the states that I've never gotten to meet, and ending with me getting to see MCR in Vegas

I'm probably the most mentally well I've been in years, and that in and itself is a feat, seeing as a year ago I was so burnt out that [insert redacted personal lore here] and I was also thinking of leaving my profession entirely. Now i'm considering going back to school to become a vet, or pursing a dentistry specialty despite my falling apart body

🍄 - share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships/pairings

WELL...despite the fact that I write PRIMARILY Landoscar currently, my actual favourite ship is Lestappen. Probably my headcanon for Max and Charles in any verse I'll ever write is that they've always been so down bad for each other that it just gets so awkward and uncomfortable for everyone around them before they get together, because they're just sharing these loaded glances, and not listening to anyone else, and questing each other out, just to spend time together. That, and both of them have little acts of love that they display to each other. Little things that might not matter to other people, but to them, it means EVERYTHING.

🐞 - (once again using the lady bug instead of the beetle bc i'm on PC) add 50 words to your current WIP

WELL joke's on you i've vaguely started writing something new, and i'm probably going to start something else, just to noodle out some of the stuff running through my head. I'm not HAPPY with this, it sounded better when I was writing it in my head on the drive home from work, but here you go

Oscar thinks that he might know a lot about longing.  He thinks that he’s always been wanting, thinks that he’s always yearned for something more than what he’s had. It’s how he’s made it, through karting, up through to Formula 1, the constant hunger. The constant need. It throbs inside him, settles behind his teeth, and it aches.  He doesn’t know if he’ll ever settle for anything less than what he wants.

[emilysmovingcastle]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity!!

Ahhhh I wasn’t able to answer all day but I can now!!! Thank u for sending me this 🥹💕

1. My friends who I miss so dearly

2. Audio Rps and the people I’ve met bc of them

3. Video Games and getting to connect with people who live away from me

4. Music and art

5. My dog Abby who is my baby even tho she is an old lady

[watchyourdigits]

Eventually I'll do a write-up on the minor OCs in my fics. Perhaps build them their own little universes because they deserve it. Especially Alice and Eileen, my beautiful lesbian babies. Some backstory and faceclaims below for those who don't read my fics because I LOVE these two sm (general Night Letter ramblings as well below the cut, lots of rehashed stuff heh).

For those who don't read Night Letter, Frankie is my Sole Survivor OC. He's a gay (cowboy-adjacent) man born in TN. He was moved out to/raised in TX when he was ~4 by his father (who became an alcoholic) after his mom passed away while having his younger brother (who also didn't make it). He's got three older sisters who were very protective of him.

Frankie shipped up to Boston for the military after his dad caught him kissing boys & this lovely lady named Alice at a bar near her college/his station. They hit it off really well and found common ground in being closeted gays. They met up a few more times before deciding to get married to keep up appearances and maintain an "acceptable" social life. And also to appease both their families to remain in their respective inheritances, of course. Gotta do what you gotta do.

Eileen was Alice's live-in "friend". Or long-distance cousin, depending on the day. So far as anyone in Sanctuary Hills knew anyway lmao Surprise! They were partners and met in college. Frankie loved them both so so so dearly. They reminded him of his sisters back home, whom he missed constantly while settling down in Boston. Alice and Eileen doted on him furiously and were the only reason he stayed sane when Malcolm - Frankie's first true love that he met in the military - was killed in action. They kept him grounded.

Shaun was born from Alice and Frankie in the technical sense only. The ladies really wanted a kid together, and Frankie was willing & available to help with that (via sperm donation). He always felt more like an uncle than a father, and that's what they always called him: Uncle Frankie. I might be reconning my own fic here, in all honesty. I actually can't remember if I mentioned the term "uncle" specifically in Night Letter. Also I'm pretty sure I just said he was available to help in that department and never specified that he didn't fuck Alice!!!!!! ALSO he does strategically refer to himself as Shaun's father in the post-apocalypse because he thinks it legitimizes his cause to find him more than if he were just his uncle, saying it for the sake of emotional appeal to those he might need help from. You bet your ass he'll go back to being Uncle once Shaun is living with them :')

My FCs for Alice and Eileen are Elizabeth Taylor and Jane Powell (respectively) because I saw this one picture and couldn't help myself bc they are so goddamn cute

Do note: they are merely mentioned in the fic (posthumously obviously). I have ~problems~ because I have way too much in my head for them despite them not being relevant at all. Like how their first date was a total disaster because Alice stupidly suggested they get milkshakes. Alice does not like sweet things. Eileen does, but they're both lactose intolerant. Neither said anything because they were both just so nervous and trying to be romantic. The date itself was fine, but they couldn't meet up the next day because they were both SUFFERING. Both made elaborate excuses as to why they didn't show up, only to find the other hadn't showed either. They didn't talk about it, calling it a wash, and only found the truth out after two years of being together when wine drunk one night in Eileen's dorm room.

In other news, is it bad that I've considered making Eileen into a ghoul?? Alice was Frankie's legal wife so she was in the vault. But Eileen was out of the house when the bombs fell (not that she was registered for the vault anyway). I like to think she went ghoul instead of being struck from earth okay let me be 😭😭

Less important, but Malcolm (aka Mal, aka loverboy) and Frankie (aka Franklin Lee Barr aka don't fuckin' call me Franklin) are Sal Mineo and James Dean, respectively:

[philtstone]

Aragorn/Arwen, 33

#33 -- your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard meleth = love/my love. a missing scene from fellowship of the ring bc i had to write some arthurian level yearning or whatever

They cross paths in one of Imladris's many halls, as she is exiting a room. Not the room, wherein the small Halfling is fluttering back from the edge of doom under her father's careful ministrations. But a room. Arwen was folding clean bandages, for something to do.

There has always been some quietly striking thing about Estel, the way he is at all times, even covered in grime and with an expression that does not well hide his fear. He looks as if he ran the entire remaining distance to Rivendell on foot, with three panicky Hobbits in tow besides. Which, in part, she is sure he must have.

"Arwen," he begins, not quite on a pant, but startled by her appearance and desperate enough for her to inhale and step forward, reaching for him.

"Unharmed," she says, of herself, and then, "healing, under my father's hand. We made it across the river in safety."

He makes to grasp the hand she offers him but Arwen reaches for his cheek instead. She watches his eyes close and feels the tacky, bristly jaw beneath her fingers. Here in the gentle, clean glow of her father's house he stands out in a way he had not in the wild, yet unwashed and so very obviously a man. Very warm, as he always is, but the damp heat under his skin confirms his carefully-hidden distress further. His cloak is hanging lopsided from familiar broad shoulders and his hair is a nest. She wishes to tease him again, as she did in the woods, but finds in this moment she cannot; she's missed him dearly.

They inhale, together, her hand upon him. Arwen is no fool; his trust in her did not discount the real danger and magnitude of their last several hours.

"You're injured," he says, even through his closed eyes. "And you've been weeping."

Arwen touches her free hand to the mostly-faded cut on her cheek. An injury it is not. She allows his lover's perspective nonetheless.

"You know that I weep often," she chooses to say.

"Do you?" Rhetorically, in a restrained murmur.

"Yes; I am quite as tender-hearted as you are, my love."

Estel opens his eyes, startled into a sudden laugh, which stretches crooked and a little pained across his face. It is then that they both relax. They are alone in the corridor; dear Frodo is alright; she wishes very much to kiss him.

"Unharmed," Aragorn repeats, on an exhale this time, one further bout of confirmation. Arwen has come to learn this about men -- this man -- the small stretch of time required to come to terms with a simple truth. There is something soothing about its necessity. But her peace is disrupted almost immediately; quite suddenly she is feeling the strain of want in her throat as he smooths rough fingers over her wrist, then her palm, lifting her hand away just so from his face.

"Arwen," he says a second time, very differently. "Meleth ..."

Oh, to fall into his arms ...

"You are very filthy, Estel," she says instead, allowing a touch of that teasing to return.

He turns his head and kisses the inside of her wrist in response, long and lingering and silent and warm, and holds her gaze all the while.

Her name is called, once, twice, from the room she only just exited.

"My lady Arwen!"

She sighs and he releases her, offers her the smallest of bows and another tired smile, and goes, presumable to check on his charges. But she is smiling in return. Time is not something she had great consideration for until she met Estel. She thinks of it now -- its brevity, its urgency. For now, Arwen hopes, they have escaped the danger, and may see each other happy for a short while longer.