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ibijau · 4 years ago

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Sometimes, you just get a random idea for a thing that demands to be written, so... here’s a no-Sunshot-Campaign AU where the Wens are still the worst, but in a different way :)

warning for character death, implied sexual abuse, and some descriptions of a corpse

It's not the most interesting Night Hunt they've been on, but Nie Mingjue is always glad when Lan Xichen makes time to spend time with him. It was hard for a while to be around each other, but they're starting to move on at last. All they have to do is avoid one certain topic, and things are fine.

And so they are walking together in that forest, keeping within reasonable distance of the road that traverses it. Nie Mingjue had heard reports of terrible monsters, but so far they've found nothing but a few fierces corpses. If he had known, Nie Mingjue would have brought juniors instead of bothering Lan Xichen with this. He did hesitate after all, unsure how his friend would feel about getting so close to Qishan Wen's territory. In the end, Lan Xichen seems fine. It's been over four years, after all.

Still, as they get closer to the border, it's Nie Mingjue himself who gets uncomfortable. He's about to suggest they head back and let the Wens deal with whatever is on their side of the forest when they hear a desperate cry coming from further away.

The voice, unmistakably, is that of a child.

Without so much as sharing a glance, Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen rush ahead, running among the trees until they find the source of that shout.

There is, in fact, a child. A toddler really, clinging tightly to a teenager in clothes too light for the weather. The older boy has a sword in hand which he seems ill at ease with, pointed at a large group of fierce corpses. He seems to have managed to dispatch a few already, but he's struggling, too frail for a fight like that, especially while protecting the little boy in his arms.

The teenager is panting, breathing hard, but when one of the corpses comes closer he attacks without hesitation.

Without skill as well. Whoever taught that kid to hold a sword did a terrible job of it. His movements are wrong for the weapon in his hand, though his posture isn't awful, meaning he does have some training. That boy is dreadful at fighting, and yet there's real skill to his movements, something almost familiar. He manages, somehow, to decapitate the fierce corpse, but loses his balance and falls, angling his body so the toddler in his arms won't be hurt.

The child cries again, while in Nie Mingjue's hand Baxia nearly vibrates with rage.

Even if they have to be careful not to hit the two children, Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen effortlessly dispatch the fierce corpses and purify them before turning their attention to that odd duo they rescued.

And they are odd indeed. The teenager's clothes aren't just too light for the middle of fall, they are spun in delicate silk and beautifully embroidered. His hair is disheveled from the fight but still retains elegant gold decorations shaped like the sun, like Wen concubines usually sport. This would explain the Wen sword in his hand, but only partly. The Wens don't usually let their concubines Night Hunt, or cultivate at all unless they are particularly beloved.

Still curled up around the toddler, his eyes closed and panting hard, the boy flinches when Lan Xichen kneels next to him to check on him.

"It's fine, you're safe now," Lan Xichen says gently. "They can't hurt you anymore."

The boy's eyes snap open, and he stares at Lan Xichen like a poet stares at the moon. It's not an unusual reaction to seeing the First Jade of Gusu Lan, but something about it rubs Nie Mingjue the wrong way, especially when the boy's eyes turn to him and he gets so overwhelmed he starts crying.

"I made it," he sobs, holding the toddler closer against his chest. "I made it, I made it!"

Surprised as well by that reaction, but getting suspicious as to the reason behind it, Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue exchange a glance. If it is what they think, it's lucky it's only the two of them. The more people know, the harder it is to deal with these situations.

"Did you come here all the way from Qishan?" Lan Xichen asks, with all the gentleness he's capable of. "From the palace?"

The boy flinches again and sits up, pulling the toddler in his lap. There's a calculating air to him, but that's to be expected. He wouldn't have made it this far if he weren't careful.

"My name is…" the boy starts, before stopping to look at both of them, his face turning harder. "My name is Mo Xuanyu," he says slowly, almost like he reciting a lesson. "My father gave me as a concubine to Wen Chao. The little boy is Wen Yuan. His mother was another concubine of Wen Chao. I think she's dead now. I hope she's dead."

His arms tighten around the toddler who cries out in protest but doesn't try to escape.

"Why do you think she's dead?" Lan Xichen asks, his voice perfectly steady even after hearing that name, while Nie Mingjue kneels next to him.

“You have to promise you’ll help us,” Mo Xuanyu retorts. “That you’ll help him at least,” he corrects, petting Wen Yuan’s hair. “If they find us, we’re dead. I don’t care. Dying isn’t that scary. But A-Yuan is just a baby, and his mother stayed behind so I’d have a better chance of taking him to safety, so I have to repay her. Take him at least, Nie zongzhu.”

Nie Mingjue frowns, wondering briefly how that boy recognises him. He’s dressed as simply as a regular Nie disciple, never seeing the point of bothering with regalia when he’s just Night Hunting with a friend. Before he can ask though, Mo Xuanyu tears little Wen Yuan from where he’s clinging to him and pushes him into Lan Xichen’s arms. The toddler cries of course, and reaches out for the older boy.

“It’s fine, Lan gongzi is a good person,” Mo Xuanyu says, tenderly petting the child’s hair with a gesture that makes Nie Mingjue’s heart clench. “It’s okay. You can trust him. He’ll take care of you. And Nie zongzhu will help us as well.”

Nie Mingjue will help indeed.

He would have helped anyway, but he sees the way Mo Xuanyu is petting that little boy’s hair and it makes him nearly sick with a sorrow he thought he’d learned to control.

It also just makes him sick in general. Mo Xuanyu can’t be much older than seventeen. If he has met Nie Huaisang, then he must have been no more than twelve or thirteen when he was taken in Qishan. It’s frightfully young, even by Wen Chao’s standards. Or did that gesture get passed down among unlucky concubines, just as Nie Mingjue did for his brother what his mother did for him when he was young?

It should bring him comfort, that something of Nie Huaisang managed to survive, that he left a trace even after what happened.

“There, you’re going to be good now,” Mo Xuanyu tells Wen Yuan when the toddler calms down, unable to resist the combination of that caress and Lan Xichen’s aura. “Everything is going to be fine, you’re safe now, A-Yuan. I’m done fulfilling my part of the deal now.”

“The deal?” Nie Mingjue repeats.

“With… with his mother, and someone else,” Mo Xuanyu explains, distractedly touching his forearm. “One half of it was to take A-Yuan to safety. That was his mother’s price with helping.”

“And the other half?”

The boy, Mo Xuanyu, smiles.

Nie Mingjue shudders.

"I killed Wen Chao," Mo Xuanyu announces, his eyes shining feverishly. “Slit his throat. He choked on his own blood, exactly as he deserved. It took him for ever and I watched the entire time,” he adds, his expression nearly blissful.

Nie Mingjue freezes. He feels, distantly, that Lan Xichen has grabbed his arm and is holding too tight.

He remembers.

They both do, no matter how badly they want to forget.

Nie Huaisang’s body, already starting to rot, scavenged by foxes, his throat slit so deep his head rolled when they tried to move him. He’d been gone for months, not a trace to be found until anonymous messages came to Qinghe, telling Nie Mingjue that Wen Chao had a new concubine, one who had arrived to Nightless City right as Nie Huaisang disappeared, one who nobody was allowed to see. The message had urged Nie Mingjue to act fast.

He hadn’t been fast enough.

Just as Lan Xichen and him were preparing to storm Nightless City to get Nie Huaisang back, they’d been told about that body near Caiyi Town.

Near the last place anyone had seen Nie Huaisang.

An accident, everyone said. A robbery gone wrong maybe, the fishermen who found the corpse said. There were bandits in the area and Nie Huaisang was never the strongest of cultivators.

A sure way to get rid of an inconvenient witness, some whispered. Wen Chao had picked the wrong person to steal away this time, and his father had dealt with the problem to protect his son.

Or perhaps it had been Wen Chao himself. One of his discarded concubines, who had managed to escape, said that one of them had tried to kill him, once, and got so near to it that he’d managed to leave a scar on Wen Chao. Nie Mingjue liked to imagine it had been his brother. Nie Huaisang wasn’t much of a cultivator, but he was a Nie, and he wouldn’t have gone without a fight… or so Nie Mingjue told himself.

He had to find comfort somewhere.

Right now, he finds that comfort in a tender gesture that Mo Xuanyu must have learned somewhere, and in the knowledge that his brother was avenged by a boy hardly older or stronger than Nie Huaisang was.

A boy who can’t be allowed to fall in Wen hands.

Death isn’t the worst thing that Wen Ruohan will do to him if he really murdered his favourite son.

“Can you fly on that sword?” Nie Mingjue asks.

Mo Xuanyu gives his blade an appraising look, and grimaces.

“Badly. Slowly. I don’t have a golden core. But I can do it, yes.”

“That won’t be enough. You’ll fly with me.”

It’s something Nie Mingjue normally avoids, because Baxia doesn’t like to deal with strangers. She’s usually angry when she’s made to carry anyone, except Nie Huaisang who she tolerated with the same sort of feigned reluctance that Nie Mingjue used to show toward his brother’s antics.

Today she tolerates Mo Xuanyu with surprising ease as well. She must feel Nie Mingjue’s gratitude toward this nothing of a boy who did what they couldn’t do.

Wen Chao is dead, and Nie Mingjue will protect his murderer, the way he failed to protect his brother.

#nie huaisang #mo xuanyu #nie mingjue #lan xichen #mdzs #this started as a xisang plot bunny bc I wanted nhs and lxc to have been engaged but welp couldn't find a place for it #anyway this was written in a hurry bc I just wanted to get it out of my head so it probably isn't good but enjoy #this is super self indulgent bullshit but that's just how I am ;D #jau writes

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el-dritchknight · 4 years ago

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Pining and Pinning [jarrod/mc]

Title: Pining and Pinning

Summary: Sparring makes up around seventy percent of your time with Jarrod, but all this training hadn't prepared either of you how to deal with feelings.

Fandom: Keeper of the Sun and Moon; Keeper of the Day and Night; Choice of Games

Characters | Ships: Main Character/Jarrod Lin

Tags: Pining, Also Pinning (Literally), Denial of Feelings, Almost Kiss, Sparring

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30802526

Notes: Happy birthday, Jarrod! This is set during book 2, [spoilers] after MC's deathbed love confession. Also, the options below are meant to look like the different choices in the game, hehe. Dedicated to my amazing twin, Jamesio, who dragged me into this universe!! Ily bro <3 Special thanks to my darling Kristi for helping me improve as a writer and as a human <3

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"And thats why... hah... I can totally... handle a gun!"

You punctuate that sentence with an overhead strike of your blade — one that Jarrod is quick to block with his own sword.

The situation is reminiscent of the very first time you met Jarrod: the same bright training lights illuminating the hard lines of Jarrod's muscles as he punches and parries; except now, a silver short sword gleams ominously at his side.

You're proud of yourself. You've grown and learned so much that he actually needs a weapon to defend against you this time.

Jarrod is an excellent teacher, if incredibly hard to please.

At the moment, Jarrod appears severely unimpressed by your combat skills as much as he is with your impassioned speech about carrying a celestial gun.

(You don't really care about owning one, not really, but you've missed the silly banter between mission briefs about monsters, researching about anti-human evil organizations, and the resigned way Jarrod tears your heart into tiny pieces each time he rebuffs you.

Weapons are, ironically enough, a safe zone for the two of you.)

"Are you done?" Compared to how badly you're out of breath, Jarrod sounds way too composed as he stabs at your chest.

You knock his hand aside, spinning around to slash at him. "Not even close! Still got... a couple more... lines for you."

(It's nice. Normal. He's always been a better hunting and sparring partner than a conversational one, anyway.)

Predictably, frustratingly, he leaps out of your grasp. The whole dance begins once more, with you seeking him out as Jarrod nimbly ducks and weaves out of range.

(The tension outside of training is similar. He keeps you at a distance, only to sneak past your defenses with a tender touch.)

Dodge, strike, parry. Lather, rinse, repeat.

"Okay, but... long range fights find the celestial gun to be very useful—"

"If they can actually aim," counters Jarrod with a well-placed kick that should've knocked you off your feet. You know him so well at this point that you manage to dodge, if barely.

"I can aim! I'll have you know, I have 100% accuracy! You just don't know what I'm aiming at."

"...The answer is still no, [MC]." Jarrod once again crushes your hopes by knocking his hilt against your stomach. Oof. "Look, I love how determined you are, but you have to know when to quit sometimes."

It's not even really about the gun anymore, you think.

(You would quit if he told you to, would keep to stolen glances from afar and hapless daydreams, if you didn't see the way he stares at you when he thinks you're not looking. If you didn't know the weighty concern behind his words. If you weren't aware of the minute way he tenses when you touch.

You know him well enough by now.)

"Sometimes, it's worth to take a risk, Jarrod!" Gritting your teeth against the pain, the frustration, you raise your sword and charge right at him. The force of your conviction nearly manages to knock him over, but Jarrod being Jarrod, manages to turn your momentum against you.

The training mat is harsh and unforgiving when you land, both your swords clattering to the side in a last ditch effort to turn the tide.

It's not a foreign feeling. Jarrod and Thalia have pinned you to the floor numerous times, often with some snarky remark or cheeky taunt. Bracing yourself for the biting sarcasm, you look up and meet Jarrod's eyes.

For a second, time stops.

For what seems like a minute, you question the existence of temporal magic, unsure if you should thank or curse the user who trapped you both.

For what feels like an hour, you find yourself lost in flecks of gold and black in the dark, warm brown of Jarrod's eyes.

Your heart races, beats wildly in your chest. Heat creeps up your cheeks. Self-preservation and training kick in: you're seized by the urge to escape and throw him off you, but this is at war with the instinctive feeling of safety and security you've come to associate with Jarrod.

Jarrod, who's had your back in a fight more times than you could count, fighting by your side like you're both parts of a well-oiled machine.

Jarrod, who's held your hand tenderly as he brought you back from the brink of death, scarred hands as gentle as ever.

Jarrod, who's tirelessly helped you prove yourself and fight back against confusing, complex world of monsters and mayhem.

The same Jarrod who remains unmoving, lips parted in shock as he stares down at you.

Possibilities bloom as the distance between you diminishes, as you wonder, not for the first time, how Jarrod's lips must feel against your own.

With his warm weight pressing down on you, you decide to:

> Speak amidst the hammering drum of your heartbeat in your ears. "...Jarrod?"

The sound of your voice tears through the still-born quiet.

All thoughts of closing the gap between you two disappear, shimmering in the air like mist as Jarrod shakes his head, gaze shuttering close once more.

He gets up.

> Wink at him. "Is that a knife in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Jarrod groans. He pointedly ignores the way you've been waggling your eyebrows and rolls off you in one fluid movement.

"It's a knife," he says flatly, bringing out a switchblade from his pocket and flicking it with finesse.

(Now you're convinced he's just showing off.)

"But you're still happy to see me?"

Tucking the knife away, Jarrod rolls his eyes and doesn't bother to reply (or deny that allegation.)

> Stay completely still.

You don't even dare to breathe as seconds, minutes, perhaps even hours tick by.

The feel of his skin, flushed and sweaty from multiple sparring rounds, pressed against your own.

The weight of his stare, drawn and intense, softening the slightest bit.

The heat of his breath, so close yet so far. Anticipation grips you as his lips are hover inches from yours—

"Ahem."

The sounds of polite coughing crash through the moment, splintering it into a thousand pieces.

In a flash, Jarrod rolls to the side, leaping to his feet. You're left bereft and extremely irritated at the onlookers who should've minded their own business.

He offers out his hand to you, face turned away.

You immediately take it, sparing a second to relish in his soft, steady grip against the rough, battle-worn calluses of his hand.

The next second is spent nearly crashing into Jarrod's chest when he pulls you up and close — too close. Brown eyes widen in surprise as Jarrod realises the scant sliver of space between you two. Clearing his throat, he quickly drops your hand and folds his arms over his chest. Under the harsh lights of the training room, you swear you can see a tinge of pink on his tanned cheeks.

"Let's go again," he says eventually. "No more distractions this time."

(A distraction. That's what he says, but you know you're more than a measly distraction to him.

You know he cares about you. You wonder if he knows how much.

You know him well enough not to hold your breath.)

#keeper of the sun and moon #keeper of the day and night #kotsam #kotdan #choice of games #jarrod lin #el writes

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trensu · 5 years ago

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Episode 33: The One where WWX Needs to Stop Touching Swords of the Un-Sexy Kind

So we start the episode with MAXIMUM PAIN

JC is crying and shaking and clinging to jyl’s dead body and I WANT TO DIE

Plus side, wwx grabbed the guy who stabbed jyl and choked him to death

Now wwx is surrounded by all the stupid idiots that comprise the cultivator world and they’re all hurling insults and accusations at him and MY POOR SUNSHINE BOY IS JUST HAVING A BREAKDOWN

We get a shot of lwj who is fighting tooth and nail against the cultivators but he’s surrounded and can’t get to wwx

Also, just so you all know, LWJ HAS THE BEST FIGHT SCENES. He just stopped two blades at once and knocked the guys down

Oh noooo, wwx pulls out his demon flute and starts playing! Resentful energy starts going even more crazy!

Lwj: wei ying, stop!

EVERYTHING IS AWFUL

AND IT’S ONLY GOING TO GET WORSE

Wwx is crying as he’s playing and i’m DYING INSIDE

Oh no! Wwx just spat a bunch of blood

Lwj sees him spit out the blood

AND SUDDENLY THEIR SONG IS PLAYING ON A CELLO, ALL SLOW, AND IT HURTS SO MUCH TO HEAR IT PLAYED THIS WAY

While lwj is distracted by the sight of his soulmate breaking down some ASSHOLE ATTACKS HIM FROM BEHIND AND CUTS HIS ARM

He takes him down and then slides effortlessly into another attack that manages to legit slice some dude’s neck open

OUR BOY IS NOT HOLDING BACK AT ALL, FOLKS

SO FAR LWJ’S MAD FIGHTING SKILLS ARE THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME TOGETHER

Oh no

Wwx just pulled out Plot Device 2 after getting the high ground, and lwj is watching him from below as he does this

Wwx: since you want it so much, come take it with your own ability

And he just chucks it to the crowd

We get to see all the greed and desire for power from all the cultivators here as they start cutting each other down to get their hands on this thing

It disgusts me

Now wwx is laughing BUT IT IS NOT HAPPY LAUGHTER. IT IS DESPERATE GRIEVING LAUGHTER, I HATE IT SO MUCH

AND LWJ IS WATCHING WITH A HELPLESS LOOK ON HIS FACE

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

WWX IS AT THE CLIFF

THAT ONE CLIFF WE HATE

I CAN’T DO THIS

OH GOD

Lwj: wei ying, come back

He says this so softly and full of desperation

He’s so scared

But wwx just steps back more, closer to the cliff’s edge and HE’S CRYING AND JUST LETS HIMSELF FALL

LWJ FUCKING LUNGES FOR HIM

OH GOD I CAN’T DO THIS

I CAN’T

Lwj barely manages to grab him in time and he grips him tight in his hand with all his might

Wwx looks so surprised, completely shocked that someone would try to save him at this point

Lwj, on the other hand, has a grim determined look on his face. He caught his soulmate, just barely, but he caught him and he will not let go!!

Wwx: lan zhan

There’s blood streaming down lwj’s hand from the wound on his arm and it’s just pouring over wwx’s hand

Wwx just hangs there limply, making no move to pull himself up towards lwj

Wwx: lan zhan, let me go

NONONONONONONO

Lwj’s grip SLIPS FOR A SECOND THAT GIVES ME A FREAKING HEART ATTACK but he manages to adjust his grip and clutch at him HARDER

He hasn’t said a word! He hasn’t said anything bc he’s focusing everything he has on holding onto wwx

Then we see jc striding into the scene and I’M DYING I’M DYING THIS IS GOING TO HURT SO BAD

Jc gets to lwj’s side and looms over the both of them

Wwx: jiang cheng…

And wwx for a split second looks happy; he’s happy to see his brother bc it’s his brother, the guy who’s been with him since they were children

But jc draws his sword and glares at him

And that joy peters off into pained acceptance bc wwx thinks he deserves this

Nononononononononononono my yunmeng bros don’t do this to me, please no

Lwj: Jiang Wanyin, stop it!

LWJ IS SAYING THIS THROUGH GRITTED TEETH BC HE SAW JC DRAW HIS SWORD

HE SEES HIM AIMING IT THREATENINGLY AT HIS SOULMATE

AND HE DOES NOT HAVE THE STRENGTH OR ABILITY TO BLOCK HIM RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HE CAN’T LET GO OF WWX

Jc takes his sword and tells wwx to go to hell and strikes the stone between lwj and wwx

It’s enough to wobble where lwj is at and wwx SEES this and panics

HE WILL NOT BRING LAN ZHAN DOWN WITH HIM

So he yanks his arm from lwj’s grip and lets himself fall

Lwj: WEI YING

AND WE HEAR LWJ SHOUT HIS SOULMATE’S NAME. IT’S FULL OF DESPAIR BC HIS SOULMATE IS LOST TO HIM NOW

AND HIS FACE IS JUST ALL DEVASTATION AND HEARTBREAK

KILL ME KILL ME IT HURTS TOO MUCH

And then the camera pulls back and lwj looks so small standing on that cliff as jc just walks away

Lwj: wei ying

He says his soulmate’s name one last time in a pained gasp, like he can’t get enough air in his lungs, like breathing hurts, bc EVERYTHING HURTS, HE JUST LOST HIS SOULMATE

And then before, i can spiral into a nervous breakdown from the sheer ENORMITY OF EMOTIONS THIS SHOW JUST SHOVED DOWN MY THROAT...

We get a time skip!

~16 years later~

The scene opens to lwj playing ~their song~ on the guqin

Oh god it sounds so beautiful

It’s played in a way that sounds soothing and peaceful

Probably to keep the audience from finding a cliff and taking a dive…

Also, this is the first time we see lwj with his hair down! Or at least it doesn’t have a fancy hairpiece in it; it’s still tied back a bit tho

It’s a fucking travesty that we don’t get to see his hair like this more often. He looks so freaking soft here…

In fact everything looks so soft here: out of focus shots of wwx and lwj, a breeze gently rustling the curtains…

It really is just what i needed to recover from what happened like, two seconds ago, tho, so kudos to the showrunners

Now we get a quick series of flashbacks to mo xuanyu, the juniors, etc etc

The show’s like hey guys, remember 30 episodes ago we started telling a different story with a whole bunch of other characters??

Yeah, we didn’t think so, let us remind you real quick

AND ~THEIR SONG~ IS PLAYING THE WHOLE TIME

Okay, we’re back at present-day Ancient Fantasy China and wwx just starts regaining consciousness

Of course the first thing he does is tenderly watch lwj play their love song

Wwx: sixteen years...it feels like a dream

IT’S VERY IMPORTANT THAT YOU KNOW THAT THE FLUTE PART OF THEIR SONG STARTS UP AS SOON AS WWX STARTS TO SPEAK

Lwj: you’re awake

I AM HAVING FEELINGS

MUCH LESS PAINFUL FEELINGS THAN 5 MINUTES AGO, BUT THERE’S A LOT OF THEM AND IDK WHAT TO DO

Lwj continues to play on his guqin

Wwx: i never thought i could still be alive

Lwj: the day you fell of the cliff, jc insisted on searching for your body but he could only see the bones of the dead

Wwx: what about you? Have you ever tried looking for me?

Of COURSE HE FUCKING DID YOU’RE HIS SOULMATE WHAT DID YOU THINK HE WAS GOING TO DO, OH MY GOD

Lwj: three years later, i went there but there were no bones left

God, they’re both speaking so gently to each other

like they can’t quite believe they’re able to have this conversation, that this reunion is happening at all.

Wwx: why three years later?

Lwj’s hands freeze over the guqin when he asks this

Lwj: these 16 years…

NOTICE HOW LWJ POINTEDLY DOES NOT ANSWER THE QUESTION

Wwx: if i say i don’t know where i was these last 16 years, will you believe me?

Lwj: yes, i believe you

His voice is all soft and full of feeling

Wwx: lan zhan, did you really believe me back then?

HAVE I MENTIONED THAT THEY’RE SPEAKING TO EACH OTHER EVER SO SOFTLY AND TENDERLY AND GENTLE-LIKE?? I AM FULL TO THE BRIM WITH EMOTIONS RN

WWX IS TEARY EYED THE WHOLE TIME, MY HEART MY HEART

Oh, now we cut to a freaking beautiful shot of lwj sitting on a rock with his guqin on his lap, surrounded by trees and a waterfall

HE’S FUCKING GLOWING IN THIS SHOT

And my god the scenery in this show is just so fucking gorgeous

Like, how did they make it so beautiful???

We cut back to wwx and watch as wwx steps out of the Silence Room (aka the jingshi, aka LWJ’S BEDROOM) and starts wandering the Cloud Recesses

And i’m here like ummm? Where’s your mask wwx? YOU’RE WANDERING THE CLOUD RECESSES PRETTY CONFIDENTLY THERE WITHOUT YOUR MASK.

WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING.

We do get cute little flashbacks as wwx reminisces about the last time he was here tho

It’s bittersweet

Oh, he’s coming up to the library pavilion and ~THEIR SONG~ starts playing again!

WE FLASHBACK TO ANGRY BB!LWJ

LOOK AT HOW PRECIOUS AND LITTLE THEY ARE HERE.

BABIES, THEY’RE ALL BABIES HERE.

Y’KNOW, BEFORE THEY GET HIT WITH ALL THAT WAR AND LOSS AND EMOTIONAL TRAUMA

Now we cut to wwx wandering the back hills of the cloud recesses and there are bunnies!!! HELLO BUNNIES, WE MISSED YOU~!

Wwx picks up one of the bunnies and starts petting them

Wwx: little bunny, do you remember me?

SO CUTE, I DIE.

Wwx: i didn’t know that you were still being kept here after so many years!

He’s holding the bunny so gently and petting them AHHHH

Wwx: didn’t that fuddy duddy say he didn’t like you?

HE SMILES SO SWEETLY AT THE PRECIOUS LITTLE BUNNY

Wwx finishes his time with the bunny and casually makes his way towards the cold spring

HALF NAKED LWJ

WET HALF NAKED LWJ

CHILLING IN THE COLD SPRING BEING TOTALLY GAY

Oh, but when wwx realizes who’s in the cold spring, he gets this pleased little smile on his face!!

That smile slips right off his face tho when he sees that lwj’s back is littered with scars

The music here gets all low and ominous here too.

Wwx’s brows get all furrowed and his mouth drops open in shock

Wwx: whips?

Lwj turns around and sees wwx standing there

he seems pretty surprised to see wwx there, actually, his eyes widen and everything

When he does this HE REVEALS THE WEN BRAND BURNED INTO HIS CHEST RIGHT WHERE WWX HAD IT BURNED INTO HIM IN THE MURDER TURTLE CAVE

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Wwx lets out a little gasp and jerks back in shock when he sees it

At that, lwj immediately flicks his gaze downward and to the side in an obviously nervous gesture

He robes up pretty quickly from here (like REALLY quickly)

Wwx is still staring at him with his eyes all wide but not in a “omg hot naked dude” way; more in a “oh no, what happened?!” sort of way

Side note to mention I LOVE HOW LWJ LOOKS WITH WET HAIR, IDK WHY BUT I DO

Lwj: you’re awake

Wwx: lan zhan, the whips on your back...

Lwj: *looks down and doesn’t answer*

Wwx: you have always been a model among the disciples. What on earth have you done to deserve such a severe punishment?

His brow is all furrowed and he looks almost angry

But his voice is soft and serious and full of concern

And i’m sitting here like, OH BOY, YOU ARE NOT GOING TO LIKE THE ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION WWX

Wwx: lan zhan, answer me

WHAT IF HE DOESN’T ANSWER, WWX? HMMM? WHAT WILL YOU DO THEN?

REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME HE DEMANDED YOU ANSWER HIM AND YOU GOT ALL MEAN AND SNARKY?

BECAUSE I DO

I’M STILL NOT OVER IT, THAT WAS REALLY MEAN OF YOU

Lwj: *pointedly stays silent and keeps his gaze lowered*

And here the some lan disciples interrupt before we can get any answers

They’re here to give us Plot, how dare they

Apparently lqr got himself in trouble; couldn’t control a spirit or smth. What a rookie.

But we don’t care bc he’s wwx’s nemesis lol

Wwx and lwj rush over to the “Underworld Chamber” where lqr is at

Yes, they have a building called the Underworld Chamber bc the lan clan specializes in dramatics i guess

And also, somehow between the cold spring to the underworld chamber, lwj’s hair dries completely and he has it all done up again with his snazzy silver hairpiece??

Which, actually, is freaking hilarious if you think about it

Like, oh, gotta go save my uncle but if he sees me so disheveled he’ll make me write lines for sure...better get myself dolled up before i arrive there

Wwx does his cool magic talisman thing to bust open the doors of the dramatically named chamber and then locks the doors up behind them once he and lwj get in

Lwj looks very worried about his uncle, who is currently swooned into the arms of some rando lan disciple

Lwj immediately takes over the guqin bc he’s the Guqin Master and starts playing Magic Music

and the possessed sword is floating in the middle of the room exuding Bad Vibes™

Wwx whips out his shoddy flute and starts playing the Magic Music too bc it’s DUET TIME, BABY

Lol lqr immediately starts groaning when he hears the flute start up

Wwx’s like oh shit, lqr will recognize me if i play masterfully as i usually do so he switches from playing Magic Music to playing ~Their Song~ but, like, horribly??? It’s terrible terrible flute playing.

(also, like, i know they’re all acting, none of them know how to actually play the instruments their characters play but here i’m like ARE YOU EVEN TRYING?? DO THOSE FINGERINGS BELONG TO ANY ACTUAL NOTES???)

(I know i wasn’t the greatest at playing the flute in high school--okay, i was actually a pretty shitty flutist BUT EVEN I CAN TELL THAT THOSE FINGERINGS ARE BULLSHIT)

(okay i’m done yelling about the flute-playing now)

AND LOL LWJ’S FACE IS LIKE WHAT WHAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING, THAT SOUNDS HORRENDOUS HOW DARE YOU MUTILATE OUR LOVE SONG THAT WAY

Lqr: stop the flute! Get out!!

I’M D Y I N G LOLOLOL

Wwx stops playing and looks at lqr like, yikes

Lqr: no more…

And then he passes out like a drama queen omg

Wwx looks at lwj like “oops, sorry about your uncle??”

But after lqr is very much unconscious he starts playing Magic Music well again

So that all happens and eventually the sword spirit chills out and clatters to the floor

It’s still very obviously exuding Bad Vibes™ and doing this creepy whisper thing so of course wwx is like IMMA GRAB IT

OMG WWX STOP TOUCHING SCREAMING SWORDS

HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING JFC

Yeah so for some reason, wwx thinks it’s a good idea to touch the possessed sword and it starts screaming at him obvs and he starts to shake

Lwj is watching him all worriedly

The screaming seems to overwhelm wwx bc he’s flung back STRAIGHT INTO LWJ’S ARMS

Like, no hesitation. Lwj IMMEDIATELY catches him all tenderly as he falls

We cut back to the silence room with lwj at lqr’s bedside, checking his meridians/spiritual energy/whatever the hell

He’s very focused but all the juniors are cheeping at him like baby birds, it’s adorable

Except one of the juniors starts talking about the possibility of the yiling patriarch possessing someone and lwj opens his eyes and glares at him

HE GLARES SO HARD

AND ALL THE JUNIORS DUCK THEIR HEADS IN SHAME

Lwj dismisses them

Lwj: sizhui, go to bed

Lsz: but dad!!

Lwj: say no more, go

Lsz: yes father

I LOVE DADJI AND LSZ MOMENTS, I HAD TO INCLUDE THIS EXCHANGE

Lsz leaves and bumps into wwx who’s lounging casually outside that building. It’s night time. He’s dressed all in black. Wearing a mask. He looks sketchy af is what i’m saying.

Like, you choose NOW to wear a mask?? WHERE WAS THAT MASK EARLIER???

Wwx: are you okay, random junior that i’m fond of for some unknown reason?

And lsz opens up to him and starts being all Clever and talking Plot Points

Wwx is watching him puzzle this out and he’s so proud and impressed with lsz

Wwx: good analysis, it seems you’ve studied really hard!

More plot talk and then lsz is all why are you wearing a mask again?

Wwx: i’m afraid of being seen by some old friends…

“FRIENDS” LOLOL YEAH OKAY

Cut to a new scene. It’s morning time!

Lwj is staring longingly at wwx

Wwx: you’re not suspecting me are you? I’ve been sleeping for 16 years.

HELLO DENSE!WWX. CAN’T SAY THAT I’VE MISSED YOUR OBLIVIOUSNESS

HE’S OBVIOUSLY USING EVERY OUNCE SELF RESTRAINT TO NOT GRAB YOU AND KISS THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU

Also, is this how he’s coping with being dead and resurrected? Pretending he took an extended nap?? this is a crowley approved coping mechanism, and i too approve of extended naps

Lwj: of course i believe you

Now they’re doing Plot Talk but we’re not gonna go into detail

Instead we’re going to enjoy their general proximity to each other and watch their pretty beautiful gorgeous faces as they bask in each other’s presence and talk smart with their wonderful voices

*dreamy sigh*

WWX IS BEING CLEVER

AND LWJ IS KEEPING UP WITH HIS CLEVERNESS

AND THEY REACH THE SAME CONCLUSION AND SAY IT OUT LOUD SIMULTANEOUSLY

BC THEY’RE GENIUS SOULMATES

(their conclusion has to do with Xue Yang and Plot Device 1 that may have something to do with Plot Device 2?? Only mentioning it vaguely bc it becomes relevant to wangxiantics later. We don’t need to know more than this lol)

Ooh, the end of their Plot Talk wwx says something about how whoever planted the sword ghost is obviously coming after him

Like, he realizes that he’s the target (presumably; i suppose it’s a reasonable assumption for him to make at this point). He stares off into the distance totally accepting of becoming the target again

But lwj gazes at him like OVER MY DEAD BODY IS ANYONE GONNA TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME AGAIN, I JUST GOT YOU BACK!!

Maybe i’m projecting bc OVER MY DEAD BODY AM I LETTING ANYONE HURT MY PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY AGAIN,. COME OUT HERE AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN/WOMAN/NB PERSON

Now they’re back at the Underworld Chamber where the sword ghost (sans sword) is just chillin there and it’s all glowy and blue instead of smoky black.

Blah blah PLOT blah blah Follow the sword ghost blah blah Find sword ghost’s owner blah blah

Oh, and here lwj says they’re going on a trip together for Plot Reasons

Wwx is very excited about it. He hops and LEANS HARD into lwj.

Like, he’s putting weight into it guys, just getting all up close and personal with lwj’s strong sturdy shoulder~!

Wwx: i finally won’t be controlled by the strict rules here!

UM EXCUSE ME???

WHEN HAVE YOU EVER FOLLOWED THEIR RULES, WWX

WHEN

NAME ONE TIME

GO AHEAD, I’LL WAIT.

Lwj steps back slightly and wwx barely catches himself in time, it’s GREAT.

GUYS, OUR BOYS ARE TRAVELING TOGETHER AGAIN

ON A MISSION

TOGETHER!!

SIDE BY SIDE!

TO HUNT DOWN EVIL!

TOGETHER!!

JUST LIKE OLD TIMES BEFORE ALL THE ANGST AND TRAUMA HAPPENED!!!

Look at our boys! Together! In qinghe!! Qinghe brings back so many fond memories!

They go into town to explore

Lol, we meet a mountebank selling portraits of the yiling patriarch that are supposed to ward off evil

Wwx gets distracted by him and stays behind to chat while lwj keeps going

Wwx inspects the portraits and is SUPER DISAPPOINTED AND OFFENDED

THOSE PORTRAITS PHYSICALLY PAIN HIM

Wwx: the yiling patriarch was famous for his good looks! Who are these losers?? If you never saw the actual person, don’t draw randomly!! Stop misleading the younger generation! THEY HAVE TO KNOW HOW PRETTY I AM

Ah, poor wwx. Nobody can capture his beautiful perfect face.

SURPRISE JIN LING!!

ANGRY LITTLE BOY

KNOCKING DOWN THE POOR INNOCENT MOUNTEBANK

He’s all, that guy should be grateful all i did was kick him. I will kill anyone who mentions the yiling patriarch around me!!

Lol he’s such a brat, i love him.

Wwx: *internally* i wonder how his personality turned out this way. Poor temper, strong hostility. He learned all his uncle’s and father’s defects but none of his mother's strengths. If i don’t start working on him now, he’ll definitely suffer in the future…

LOOK AT WWX BEING A CONCERNED UNCLE!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Except he hasn’t had much practice being an uncle so he brings up the time he pinned him to the ground with a talisman

Jin ling gets offended...

Aaaand here comes FAIRY THE WONDER DOG!!

Wwx hears the dog barking and making their way towards him AND FLIPS THE FUCK OUT

HE RUNS AWAY SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS

IT’S HILARIOUS

And we end on that high note.

Talk about emotional whiplash.

How can you make me want to tear my heart out of my own chest at the beginning and 40ish minutes later have me giggling like a loon??

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql

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ketsuyuki-hibana-typed · 5 years ago

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Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader (Post!Final Arc)

600 followers hc! 🌸🌺💮

This one will be a short one because I'm busy for a moment in university (I'm still doing my thesis tho) So, I only do 1 or 2 request/day from now on. Thank you for your understanding!

Also, Genya is A L I V E YAAAAY

He was sitting on engawa, eating Ohagi and drinking tea Genya made for him. His hand was holding a nichirin, caressing the scabbard.

"Sanemi." You called his name from his behind with the most gentle voice you ever had. He turned his head around, found you smiled tenderly. You're still gorgeous as he remembered, your hair, eyes, lips, puffy cheeks, anything. Sanemi almost lost words on describing how beautiful you are in that white kimono he bought for you

"(y/n)."

"How is my husband doing?" You walked towards him, joining him on the engawa.

"Great, especially when you fucking finally came home."

You didn't say anything but let out writhed and awkward laugh. You took his hand, looking at his two fingers which already sliced off because of his battle with Kokushibou. You kissed them one by one, seized that rough and scarred hand, cupping it into your cheek. He could feel the warmness of your skin dissipate into his palm.

"You are alive."

"Oi, what kind of statement is that?" He grinned. "Of course, who the fuck do you think I am."

"Hhh, I know you will say that. Just when I thought the mood will be more in intimate state... You really like to ruin everything." He chuckled while ruffling your hair.

"Juuust kidding." You pouted and puffed your cheek but eventually laugh with him too.

You put your head on his shoulder, intertwined his fingers with yours. The skinship he carved for almost weeks and months not really fulfilled but, this will do.

"You still have mission, on these days?" Sanemi asked.

"Well, it can't be helped. The demons are still out there."

"And you didn't reply to my letter."

"I'm busy."

"That's a lame excuse. You even rarely visited me even though you're my wife."

"It depends on you, actually. I couldn't reply to your letter. How is your bonsai activity doing?"

"Good."

"Do you eat properly?"

"I do. Stop questioning ordinary things like that again."

"But your sunken cheek didn't lie to me. If you just eat Ohagi, you'll become Ohagi someday."

"Shut up, who do you think I am, a brat?"

You giggled.

The wind blew his hair. The bell on the ceiling collided and made soothing clings sound. You and him admired the beauty of the bonsai in front of you. It was all from his handmade.

"Sanemi." You called him again.

"Yeah."

"Are you happy?"

"It's hard to say it, but yeah, it's kinda different without your annoying voice and irritating gesture."

"That's really a way to say it. Are you feeling lonely?"

"Guess."

"I can't read your mind."

"You could read my mind."

"Ever since you beat Muzan, I think you became much more childish."

"And if I am?"

"You'll be a troublesome bro for Genya."

"Nah. Why are we talking about Genya, just guess already."

"Hm, okay. Dun-dudu-duun~ Shinazugawa Sanemi felt super lonely, painfully lonely when his wife, Shinazugawa (y/n) gone awaaaay... But Sanemi had to bear it. And he could do it! Yaaay!!"

"What's with that weirdass voice."

"Uh-hum, nothing. I love you."

Sanemi didn't respond with anything. You already knew he loves you, you certain about that and Sanemi didn't feel like he had to state it again. He loved you from the depth of his heart.

The bell rings again.

"Aniki?" Genya's voice was heard from the front door, but Sanemi didn't care a bit. This world was like for both of you. It's just you and him inside. It's just you and his happiness that matter.

"Sanemi, I had to go. Genya is coming." You released your fingers from his, kissed his forehead with your tender lips. He held your hem, not letting you go.

"No, I don't want to."

"Sanemi."

"Stay here. Forget the mission, forget all of those dumb things, I don't fucking care about demons anymore."

"I know, but..." You moved yourself towards him, cupped his cheek and nudge his nose.

"You had to let me go..."

"Don't-"

"Aniki, you hold the nichirin again. It will hurt you." Genya came to the engawa. You stood up. Sanemi still not let go of you.

"Sanemi, listen to your brother." You begged him so. "Sanemi, let me go."

Sanemi unsheated the nichirin, caressed the blade. The sword broken into two parts. The hilt was almost breaking apart. He touched the sharp side, it's sting and made his fingertips bleed.

"(y/n), you broke your sword again. Quit being so reckless." He smiled.

Genya gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

His brother did 'this' again.

He can't take this anymore.

"Cut it out, cut it out already!" He moved towards his brother, faced him, and grabbed both of his shoulder. "That's enough, let her go!!" He shouted at his face.

Sanemi didn't react. His eyes were empty, his smile was flat, and he still caressed the unknown nichirin even though it bleed him more.

Genya held his breath harshly, he looked down at the nichirin.

It's yours.

He gritted his teeth. He couldn't, he just couldn't saw his brother like this.

You held your tears. You know exactly he still won't let you go until this moment.

Genya knew all of it, because he was there, in that nightmare fortress.

"Genya, tell him, I'm sorry, I couldn't make it. Tell him to forget about me, tell him to look for other wife that more suitable for him than me. Tell him to be happy, that's my last wish."

He's the one who held your hand, he's the one who told you to not leave both of them, he's the one who looked in horror when half of your lower body gone, he's the one who told Sanemi about your condition.

But Sanemi is the only one who didn't believe it. He didn't fulfill your wish. He rejected all of the things that happened to you on that day.

Genya knew he must do it.

And with final rasp and harsh voice, Genya slapped his big brother with a pain reality once again.

"SHE'S ALREADY DEAD!!!"

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julia-highstorms · 5 years ago

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She Trips In The Woods: Open Wound

This is an absolutely hilarious fanfic my great friends @kennaxval @sawyeroakleyscowboyhat @begging-for-kamilah @strangerofbraidwood @stopforamoment @tornbetween2loves wrote for my birthday!!!!!!!!!!! I cried laughing while reading this and words aren't enough to describe how thankful I am for all of you who found the time in your schedules to rite this masterpiece!! To the people who don;t know this already, I've working together on this super project, @choicecrossover, for the past months with all these geniuses!!! It's been a blast getting to know all of these phenomenal writers and I'll be forever grateful for this opportunity <3

The woods around Julia were dark and oppressive, a stark contrast to her own bubbly and upbeat personality. Her various woodland creature companions all faithfully gathered around her in a posse of fur and claws, all speaking the language of their own species as they gallivanted through the trees like a literal Disney princess.

A large shadow flew in front of her, causing her to shriek loudly in surprise. She stumbled backwards, her ankle catching a fallen tree limb and twisting painfully as she fell onto the hard forest floor.

“You aren’t a woodland creature!” she shouted after the mysterious shadow as it disappeared behind the trees, a strange laughter coming from the mischievous apparition. She rubbed her ankle painfully, cursing her ill luck.

“Curse my ill luck!” she shouted.

One of her furry companions approached her tentatively, bopping her with his cold nose. She stared into the canines eyes, feeling an understanding pass between them and knowing what she must do.

“I know what I must do!” she said happily, looking into the dog’s eyes.

“Run like the wind, go forth and find me help!”

The dog stared into her eyes, an understanding passing between animal and master. He sniffed Julia carefully, making sure she was alright. Then he lifted his leg and peed on her stomach, marking her. Making sure she would be safe until he got back. Julia was HIS bitch and no one else’s.

The dog streaked through the woods, dodging rocks and scooting under low branches. Suddenly he stopped, ears pricked. He heard footsteps. The dog eased forward cautiously, but not cautiously enough. The clumsy human tripped over him, face planting into the ground.

Jesus Fucking H. Bi-peds were the most useless creatures. The dog began to nudge the human, whimpering and licking his face.

“Easy boy, it’s ok, I’m fine I just tripped,” Bryce said as he stood up and brushed the dirt from his butt. The dog barked at him, then turned to head further into the woods, stopping and barking again when he realized he wasn’t being followed.

Bryce laughed and shook his head. “What is it boy? Did Timmy fall down the well?” He cracked up laughing at his own joke as he jogged after the dog. He followed the dog through the woods, becoming a little more hesitant as the woods became thicker and darker.

He was just about to turn back when he saw her. And smelled her. Whew! Sprawled out at the base of a huge tree with gnarly, thick roots was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. He stood up straight and rushed to her side, kneeling beside her. He asked her name as he assessed her situation. Her voice was meek and soft.

“I’m Julia.” He flashed her a megawatt smile. “I’m Bryce and I’m going to help you Julia. Do you think you can walk?”

“I... I’m just too weak”, she sighed dramatically, placing the back of her hand across her forehead like a damsel in distress.

“Well don’t you worry about that ma’am, I’m going to get you all the help you need.”

Bryce lifted Julia into his strong, muscular arms, careful not to hurt any potential injuries.

“Wow, you’re so strong”, she gasped as he carried her through the woods with ease.

“Oh no, not really”, he chuckled as he flexed his muscles. He then decided to show Julia just how strong he really was. He held her in one arm, then decided to pick his dog up with his other arm.

Julia’s eyes widened in awe.

“Oh no, this is nothing”, he smiled.

Before she could respond, they had arrived at the hospital despite having been in the woods just sentences ago. The dog was also somehow safe at home now since he probably wasn’t allowed in the hospital itself.

All of a sudden, everything became a rush. As soon as Bruce stepped through the hospital’s double doors, it was as if he were a new person.

“QUICKLY, WE MUST GET THIS POOR WOMAN A BED IMMEDIATELY!”

“But Bryce, I’m fine, it’s only a twisted ankle. Nothing is even bro-“

“Shhhhhh. It’s alright. You’re delirious but you’ll survive.”

Within moments, Bryce laid Julia down into a hospital bed tenderly.

“I’m going to hand you over to the care of an intern now Julia. She’s very capable. You’ll like Jackie.”

At that moment, a beautiful young lady came in with a very cheeky smile.

“So, you’re the woman causing the entire hospital to fall into chaos”, Jackie smirked.

“I guess... but I don’t really know why. I was in the woods when I-“

“Fell from heaven?”

“Errrr...”

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t flirt with a patient. Especially one in such critical condition.”

“Critical condition? I’m not even bleeding!”

“Bryce warned me that you were delirious. It’ll be alright Julia. I’m going to wheel your bed onto a ward now, to prep you for surgery.”

“SURGERY?!”

But it was too late. Before Jackie had even heard Julia, she was already on a ward full of patients.

On the bed next to hers lay a young sweet man, drinking a strange milky red substance. He turned to face her and was immediately taken aback.

“Oh... I hope you don’t mind me saying but... you’re extraordinarily beautiful. I’m Tom, by the way.”

Without warning, a screen popped in front of Julia that read “Say ‘hi’ to Tom for 30 diamonds or tell him you don’t like talking to people for free.”

Julia wanted to say “hi.” Tom seemed a friendly enough guy, but she knew she had to be careful with her diamonds and reluctantly told him she doesn’t like talking to people.

Instead of a dejected face, which Julia expected, Tom seemed eerily ok with the exchange and a nurse quickly came to wheel his bed out into another room.

Just as Tom was brought out, two more bed were pushed in to either side of Julia. She waited a moment, curious to see if talking to her new companions represented another diamond choice before looking to her left to see a beautiful woman clothed in white silk with blood red eyes and dark skin and hair.

“Excuse me, I don’t know if this is allowed but…”

“Oh, it’s allowed. You may talk to me as much as you please, but I wouldn’t get my hopes up about us doing anything more if I were you. I’m Priya, and I can tell you that even if you spend every single diamond you have, I’ll never be your love interest. Sure, there will be options for us to flirt, but don’t get too excited or else, Adrian or some other forced male will swoop in to stop you from being able to make your own choices. You’d have better luck with your neighbor to the right.”

Julia turned away, discouraged. But even more, once she saw the man next to her. He appeared to sweat grease out of his pores, had a reddish hue to his face, but more of an “I’m constantly angry” red as opposed to an “I get a lot of sun” look. He had a badge on his chest that read “Walsh.” Julia turned back to Priya.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!”

The vampire shrugged. “I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. Do you really think I’d be attracted to the likes of Gaius Augustine?” Priya gagged. “All I can say is that I��m glad fic writers exist or else I’d never get any proper action.”

Julia watched Priya carefully, a feeling of confusion washing over her.

"What on earth is going on?"

Before anyone could answer, Julia found herself sat in the hospital canteen. On one side of her sat the man from earlier, Tom, sipping away at his strange tomato milkshake. On the other side of her sat a pensive looking man with a hat on.

Opposite the trio sat two more people- a handsome man holding a large sword (where the hell was security in this place?!) and a stunning young woman with purple hair and glasses.

"So... can I speak without paying diamonds or...?"

Tom chuckled.

"Sure you can. Well, to some of us at least. By the way, this is my buddy Noah", he said, giving a nod to the quiet man on the other side of her.

"And this guy here is Jax. He likes to cook and slash things with his sword."

Jax gave an eye roll.

"You can talk to any of us for free. But next to Jax is Lily. It'll be 17 diamonds upfront if you want to converse with her."

Julia exhaled in frustration.

"But I only have 21, and you can't do anything with 3 diamonds!"

Tom shrugged.

"I don't make the rules."

"Okay, fine. I'll pay the diamonds. Where do I pay exactly?"

Without warning, a screen above Julia's head appeared and subtracted the 17 diamonds.

"Hey girl, I'm Lily", the woman opposite her smiled.

"Okay cool. So, now that I can talk to all of you, I wanted to ask what the hell is going on?!"

"What do you mean?", Tom asked, sipping away at his thick, red milkshake. He slid a bottle of the goop over to Julia, which she took hold of absentmindedly without drinking.

"Well, I was just in the woods, then I tripped. And this surgeon Bryce found me. But he got all weird and dramatic, and said I needed surgery. But I'm not even that hurt! What's happening?!"

All of a sudden, the entire canteen froze in place. A white screen popped up above Julia's head. It read: "What could Bryce possibly want with you? Find out in the next chapter of "She Trips In The Woods: Open Wound."

Julia reached up to the white screen and touched the tick. She was immediately rewarded with 2 diamonds, before another screen popped up. It read: "Watch ad to gain reward".

"Might as well", Julia thought with a shrug as she ticked the box.

For the next 45 seconds, Julia sat and watched an extremely boring advert for Homescapes. She drummed her fingers atop the canteen table waiting eagerly for it to end. When it was finally over, she reached up and pressed the "tick".

"Sorry. Reward could not be collected. Try again later."

With an irritable groan, Julia found herself taken to another screen. This time, her own story popped up before her.

"The next chapter", she gasped with excitement. She hit to play the next instalment, only for ANOTHER screen to pop up. (Seriously, what the hell is up with all these screens?!)

It read: "To buy a key, pay $1.99 or wait 1hr 58m for your next key."

"Oh my god, what the fu-"

***

Julia sat up and looked around. She was safe and sound in her bed. She glanced at her phone and it was only 3am. She sighed with relief before chuckling to herself.

"What a weird ass dream", she smiled before rolling over onto her side and drifting off to sleep, clearly not noticing the bottle of tomato milkshake down by the side of her bed...

#ily guys #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfiction #kennaxval #sawyeroakleycowboyhat #strangeofbraidwood #begging-for-kamilah #stopforamoment #tornbetween2loves

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ellana-ravenwood · 7 years ago

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The World is an asshole - Superboy x Batsis (reader)

So I wanted to write a Clark Kent story but have kind of a writer’s block on it right now so...What’s the next best thing ? CONNER Kent. Yup. Totally. So here’s a story with Conner dating Batsis and blahblahblah. This is somewhat of a continuation of my stories “You’re kind of an asshole” and “they’re kind of asshole”. ...This is too long, sorry for the super long story, hope you’ll still like it:

PART 1, PART 2

My master list blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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The World was kind of an asshole.

It’s the only thought you have as everything happens.

The World was kind of an asshole.

Oh you had enough.

This was just too much. You couldn’t handle it.

Why could nothing go your way ?! Why everything had to always be so damn difficult ? You were so close from a nervous breakdown.

THIS WAS ALL TOO MUCH !

And no one could help you. You were all alone in this.

No one could cheer you up.

Not even Conner’s reassuring arms and kisses, your brothers’ soothing words and hugs or your dad’s smile could make things better. If this thing wasn’t working, your life would just be ruined...

In a last, and full of spite, action, you...punch the AC with all your might.

And, thanks all the Gods that ever existed, it turns on again. With a sigh of contentment you stay in front of the cool air and life comes back to you again.

It was summer time and the heat was killing you.

You were a creature of the cool and refreshing air of the night.

From Gotham City at that, a place where, for over two third of the year, it was rain, thunderstorms and snow.

Hot weather always got to you. Making you grumpy (grumpier than usually, you were a Wayne after all) and irritable.

And of course, the AC at the Young Justice’s headquarters was broken, and no one seemed to know how to fix it...Well, that was until you punched the main panel that was in the room you all hung in the most, making it work again somehow. And damn it felt good.

Relishing in the cold wind brushing you, you closed your eyes and sigh once more. After a few minutes of standing there, finally refreshed and in a giddy mood once more, you open your eyes and join your friends back on the couches everyone was sitting on.

They didn’t even register what you just did, used to you and your antics but...Wally can’t help but say :

-Do you really have to punch all your problems away ?

You smile and chuckle lowly, as you sit next to Conner and his arms automatically wrap around your shoulders.

-Hey, I’ve been raised by the Punch Master, dude. So, the answer is : yes. Yes I do. Besides, AC’s working again so...you know.

Wally can’t help the smile creeping on his face, though he tries to act completely exasperated for good measure. You’re about to say something else but are distracted by Conner kissing your cheek tenderly...he can never resist. Whenever you’re being even just a tiny bit sassy, he just feels the need to kiss you, because oh damn he loves that part of your personality.

That’s when he and your brothers come in.

Your dad. The Batman. He tries to ignore as best as possible your dazed smile as Conner peppers kiss down your jaw, he tries to ignore your girly giggle and looks away, saying :

-Are you talking about me ?

And oh he knows the grin on your face is full of smugness. He knows that you’re very happy that he’s finally trying to accept that Conner is your boyfriend but...he also knows that you’re your mother’s daughter, and mischievously teasing him is one of your favorite past time. You turn your head to him, pulling away from Conner and says :

-And yet again my beloved dad, you surprise me at how great of a detective you are. The best in the World in fact.

He smirks at you and antics, and his expression ALMOST doesn’t change when his eyes meet Conner’s. There’s ALMOST no suspicion at all in his gaze when he looks upon your boyfriend.

Conner is still not used to your family (except for Dick that always supported you two) to be nice to him...Like, yesterday morning, when Damian gave him cookies he was pretty sure they were poisoned with Kryptonite but...no. They were just normal cookies.

It seemed like the threat of never talking to them again worked wonder. But still, it was a bit weird that they were so damn nice.

You were about so say something when your father turns to Conner and says :

-May I speak to you, Superboy ?

You roll your eyes at the formal “Superboy” and lay back in the couch, resisting the urge to make-out with Conner just to spite your dad and brothers, and watch as your boyfriend goes to your father. You give the mighty Batman a look that means : “Careful, I’ll fight ya” and he nods, rolling his eyes at you but...he knows you’re not kidding. If he does anything that you think is rude to your boyfriend, then you will fight him...You’ll never hit your dad though (only ACs), but oh your words were sharper than swords.

You observe your dad as he speaks to Conner, and try to look for any change in Conner’s body..You know your boyfriend can get mad easily, and is always kind of on the defensive and...He’s smiling. And your father lays a fatherly hand on his shoulder. Wow. Ok. That was unexpected.

When your dad called you to excuse himself from wanting to break you and Conner up, you never expected him to be so into making amend. And yet, every day he surprised you, he even let Conner sleep at the Manor with you ! Though you could totally hear him pace the corridors, trying to listen in to any suspicious noises...Needless to say you did NOT make love that night. You were totally up for it but...The Batman kinda freaked Conner out really.

You smiled at the memory (it really was hilarious to witness your boyfriend, the super-strengthed super-powerful dude, sleeping like a plank at the opposite side of you, afraid to even brush his toes against your feet because he was scared of a human he could probably break in half if he wanted...well, not like your dad would let him really), and barely register that Conner is back and is sitting next to you again, a stupid smile on his face.

You quickly glance at your dad who shyly smiles back to you and...What’s happening ? You’re about to ask Conner but he answers before you can say anything :

-Your dad just told me I could be your official date for tonight’s gala. I mean...if you want to.

Oh. OH ! This meant a lot. A LOT ! Coming with an “official date” at any social events meant that you were basically announcing that your relationship was a serious one and...were you ready for such a commitment ? Yes. Yes you totally were. You turn to your boyfriend and smile, kissing him on the lips. You pull away to say :

-Of course I want to Conner, I love you.

But before he can say “I love you” back, your youngest brother, Damian, comes and sits right between you two, an upset expression on his face and...you can’t help but chuckle.

Out of all the members of your family, your little brother was the one struggling the most with this all “accepting that his beloved sister is dating a man” thing, and though he’d do some effort, if he was present, he’d always make sure to stand between the two of you...Which spurred him being in very awkward situation as you just didn’t care for his presence and kissed each other above him (you were taller than him).

Oh, how cute was this little munchkin...

************

You could clearly see he wasn’t comfortable. It was so obvious it was almost painful. It was also totally adorable, the way he’d awkwardly walk with your hand in his, wearing one of Jason’s tuxedo...

When you arrived at the gala event, and got out of the car, you could almost hear people gasped. What ? Bruce Wayne’s precious daughter was...dating ? In the public mind, you were still a little girl even though you were actually an adult now. They saw you grow up, they followed your every step (well, almost every step) and to see that now...you were officially dating someone ? It was something.

It would make every headline of every newspaper in the area the next day.

You tried to prep Conner a bit, explaining to him how things would unfold and...he just seemed so sure of himself, saying : “I know, I saw you guys on TV multiple times”, that you ended up not worrying for him and...oh damn he actually had no idea what was awaiting him.

Flashes of a hundred cameras blinded him, thousands of questions about you and his relationship with you thrown at him in a matter of minutes, all the attention on him and just so many people completely obsessed with you and every single move your family made !

You, Bruce and your brothers were used to it. You didn’t particularly like it but...you grew up with it. But Conner ? Or poor man...

You tried to make him feel better by holding his hand tight and smiling a lot at him and you even gave to the public what they wanted...You kissed him. You didn’t think about it too much though, you didn’t think about the articles that would be written with pictures of you two kissing...you just wanted him to feel better.

And it worked. A bit. As the night went on, he felt more and more relaxed and you...angrier and angrier.

You know it’s stupid but..you can’t help it. All those girls flirting with YOUR Conner ? Goddammit. Yes, he’s very hot, but he’s also very taken, go away bitches thank you very much. You were getting more and more annoyed when your oldest brother, Dick, taking advantage of a bathroom break Conner had to take and the fact that you were alone right now, came close to you and, throwing an arm around your shoulders said :

-You know, jealousy makes you look ugly.

-Wow damn, thanks bro’.

-You know what I mean.

-In fact, I have no idea. Except that you just call me ugly, and that you’re a terrible brother.

He chuckles and you smile at him, as he continues :

-Oh who am I kidding ? Even when you’re jealous and frowning you’re cute. And there’s really no reason to be jealous.

-Oh really ? Have you seen all those damn models lurking around him ? Using every moment I’m not looking to wink at him ? Touching his damn muscles RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME ?!

-Yes I’ve seen them. But I also saw how Conner didn’t even look at any of them. Not one second. He had eyes only for you, quite literally. He kept his arm around you, and didn’t even notice their touch at all, to focus on your damn lips and please, tell him to stop because, even though you know I support 100% this relationship, it’s kinda gross to see one of your best friend lusting after your sister so...

-Oh my god Dick, do you have to make it weird ?

-Of course I do, that’s what big brothers are for !

You roll your eye and your brother leaves as Conner comes back.

************

The rest of the evening is going perfectly well, except for that small little thing...An ex of yours, son of a billionaire who owns a pharmaceutical enterprise, comes to talk to you and...Thanks god your brothers are here to stop Conner before he punch “the jerk”.

It’s true though, that this particular ex, Antoine Gregory, always been kind of a jerk, and might have stalked you a little bit after you broke up with him (nothing everyone serious between the two of you...well, you were your father’s daughter you know), until your dad took care of it (to this day, you still have no idea what happened).

**********

Months go by, and you bring Conner to more and more social event, with no accident noticeable. He blends right in, though he still finds it difficult and weird to stand for photos so much...All around town, no one seem to be able to talk about something else but your relationship !

You’re at an important charity when someone, for the first time, ask if marriage is in the question and...The look on Conner’s face. He turns to you, hopeful, waiting for an answer and...oh my God, he totally wants to marry you and you don’t know how to feel about that ! Do you wanna get married ? You love him but...are you ready for THAT kind of commitment ?

A damn wasp stings you, cutting all of your thoughts and saving you from an uncomfortable and awkward conversation as you go to the bathroom to pour some water on the sting

************

The idea that Conner wants to marry doesn’t seem to want to leave your mind and...You know now. You know what you’d say if he asks you :

“No.”

Because you’re not ready for this. You’re not ready for that kind of big jump and...The more you think about it, the more it makes you question your feelings toward your boyfriend.

Do you...actually really love him ?

After all, you always kind of had a crush on him, because he was so mysterious and handsome..;and the fact that M’Gann was dating him made you jealous and all, which spurred even more feelings but...

Was it really more than a crush ? Because if it was, after almost three quarter of a year of dating, you should kinda think about marriage right ? It should be in the question, and even if you weren’t ready for it, it shouldn’t stir so much conflicted feelings in you !

As you lay in your bed, wide awake, you cannot stop thinking about it.

Do you really love Conner Kent ?

And as you receive a text from him saying “Good night my princess, I love you” you realize that...maybe it was just some sort of teenage infatuation.

************

You know you have to tell him. You know it’s not right to keep going as if nothing is happening, as if your feelings towards him start to drastically change, as you realize that;..you were probably never in love with him.

It was just a crush. That returned your feelings and you were happy but...you didn’t love him. You’re sure of it. Because as you realized this, whenever he kissed you, your heart didn’t beat wildly now. Whenever he held you, you didn’t feel as happy as you used to and...You wished you never realized that you weren’t in love, because things were just so easy before.

Now, you have to tell him, and you have no idea how he’ll react. But you have to tell him.

You ask him to follow you in a room far from everyone, and...you tell him.

The look he gives you as you’re explaining what’s on your heart is shattering. You feel so guilty, and so sad for him but...pretending isn’t the right thing to do either. You couldn’t wait for him to one day propose to you and say “no, I don’t love you” could you now ?

It had to be said. Fast. Ripped like a band-aid.

He’s stunned at first and, not quite understanding, he says :

-But...but I love you...

-I know Conner but...I don’t. Not anymore. I...I just...I’m sorry.

-What changed ? What did I do ?

-You didn’t do anything Kon ! It’s not you, I just...I just think I might take a bit too much after my father and be emotionally retarded you know ? Like I thought I loved you but...

-No ?

You shake your head negatively.

-So...So you never loved me ?

His voice is so broken that you’re almost tempted to lie to him and say that you did but...that would give him hope. That would make him think he could win you back and you know it’s just not possible so you agree.

Yes. You never actually loved him.

-All those things you said, you didn't mean them then ?

-I thought I did Conner but...

-No, stop. Shut up. That’s enough. I...I heard enough. And...As you wish.

-I’m so sorry Conner, we can still be friend, I still love you as a friend and that I know and..

-Yes yes. Sure. I...I just need to go.

He leaves the room so fast you barely see him, and when you go outside and Tim comes to you to ask what is going on, you shake your head sadly and say :

-We broke up.

What ? You and Conner broke up ? But you were so in love ! When he asked what happened you just tell him you don’t love him anymore and your brother seems...confused. Shocked. Stunned. You don’t love Conner anymore ? That’s new...But he already knew you were the one that broke up, as he saw tears in his friend’s eyes when he left the YJ headquarters...

************

“Heartbreak” doesn’t even begin to describe what Conner is.

Devastated, destroyed, shattered would be closer...He’s so angry at himself to be so touched by you breaking up with him, it was just a stupid relationship, it wasn’t the end of the world, he’d find love again but...he can’t help it !

He doesn’t wanna find love again. He wants you.

He doesn’t want to move on. He wants you.

In fact, it’s more than that. He knows he will never be able to love again, or to move on...You would forever hold a part of his heart. The biggest part.

He refused to speak to anyone, especially not you and...even more so since every single person he spoke to just seemed more confused about the break up than anything else.

It didn’t make sense that you’d break up with him, you were always annoying everyone with him and it was so obvious you were in love but...Maybe not. Maybe they misread you. Reading a Wayne’s emotions properly was tough after all..

But even your own dad who was against the all relationship to start with didn’t understand. When he talked about it with you you just repeated what you told your brothers : you were just not in love anymore.

Everyone’s pity made him angry, and Conner just...had to go away. He just had to leave. He couldn’t even bear the thought to be in the same building than you without being able to touch you, smell you, kiss you, embrace you...it was too difficult.

Every time he even had a small glance of you, his heart would be torn away once more, and he’d just want to tear up and GOD HE HATED THIS ! Why couldn’t he be strong ? Why ?

-Are you ok kid ?

Conner, startles, makes a huge jump in the air and turns around and...it’s Superman. The man he admires and wants to be close to, but that keeps ignoring him. Yet another one that he loves, but that don't seem to reciprocate, to care at all...Clark keeps a distance with him.

-How’d you find me ?

Conner asks, and Clark smiles.

-I also had a place I liked to go to be alone. My fortress of solitude. And it was similar to this place.

-You followed me.

-I followed you.

-WHy ?

-To see if you were ok.

-You don’t even care. What’s the real reason ?

-I do care. And...I know how tough a break up can be. I know how...

-YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ! The love of your life is Lois ! And you’re with her ! You married her ! You had Jon with her ! I know what you’re going to tell me, that I’ll find someone too one day and blahblahblah but that’s wrong. I won’t find anyone, she was...She was my everything ! My all world ! And I thought...I thought she cared. I thought she really cared, and I guess I was a fool for that. The thing is, I wanted to marry her, to have children with her ! Not now of course, but I wanted all of that. She was my Lois...She...She...and now...She never even loved me Clark...She never even loved me...

Conner falls to his knees or rather...almost does. Because Clark is there. He catches him. And when he starts to sob, to cry and wet Clark’s costume...the man lets him. Because the boy need him. And this time, he can’t ignore it.

He knows. He sees. He understands.

Clark knows how you never even loving him for one second, at least not like he wished you’d love him, was destroying him.

Clark sees how it affects him, not just mentally, but also physically, as if without you he’s just weaker. As if your absence is his actual kryptonite.

Clark understands, but not quite...because Conner’s right. He never experienced the “true love” heartbreak. He was with the love of his life. And...He had to admit that the way Conner looked at and talked about you...yes, yes you were his true love. And oh terrible it was that this was only a one sided one...

Clark would have never come to see the boy if he didn’t know how important it was, how broken Conner was...His Ma’ told him. She saw him for a few seconds and..Yes.

Conner was forever broken. He could never be whole anymore. Not without you.

************

Conner started to avoid the YJ headquarters when M’Gann kept wanting to talk to him. What decided him was this conversation he had with her :

-How are you holding up Conner ?

-Fine.

-Are you sure ? You know you can tell me anything ?

-I also know that if you want to know anything you’ll just read my mind, as you always do.

-True. And...I don’t understand.

-What don’t you understand ?

-She clearly doesn’t love you. I saw it in her mind. She used to but...something changed. I don’t know what. But she doesn’t love you anymore. I checked. And I promise I’m not lying. I wanted to make sure she wasn’t going all “Batman” on you with his “I can’t have a relationship” thing and all and...no. She really doesn’t love you and...

-Why are you telling me this ?

The pain in Conner’s voice broke M’Gann’s heart.

-Because I do love you, and I’m here, I care. More than her. And you used to love me and I’m sure you can find in yourself...

-I’m sorry.

-Uh ?

-If I hurt you just half as much as I’m hurting right now, then I’m sorry. But I...I don’t love you. I love her. With every fiber of my being. And...I’m sorry M’Gann I can’t be talking about this right now.

He leaves, with the intent of not coming back.

And his pain is so vivid, that M’Gann can feel it in her brain. It’s nothing compare to what she felt when he broke up with her. Nothing. And she realizes that...Conner’s love for you is way WAY stronger than anything he ever felt for ANYONE. She wished she could talk to you but you haven’t come to the headquarters for so long...

Come to think of it, it’s a bit weird really...

************

You don’t see Conner for month, and surprisingly...it’s alright. What ? You can’t feel guilty forever. It’s not your fault you’re not loving him !

Your ex, Antoine, the one that used to stalk you, resurface all of a sudden and...you turn him down. Of course you do. Like, there’s a reason you broke up with him. He seems more confused than angry as to why you’re still refusing him but, whatever right ?

Dick and Tim try to talk to you about Conner, but you don't want to. You know what they’re going to say and you’re not ready to be guilt tripped. It’s not your fault you’re not in love anymore...Besides, Conner is their best friend, of course they’ll say something defending him.

No, you don’t wanna fight with them, so you avoid them.

Come to think of it, you avoid most people really. Even your father, while you always loved his presence. Hell, even your mother. And it almost scares you how you don’t really care, how you don’t mind not seeing any of them.

It almost scares you how you start to feel nothing for them, just a mild friendship. How your family becomes...secondary. Hell, even tertiary.

All that’s important right now, is to have fun, and each night, instead of going to patrol, you go out. You haven’t come home to the manor in days and...Bruce knows there’s something wrong with you.

He doens’t recognize his little girl and he just knows. Something is wrong.

***********

Seeing you flirting with those guys on the TV is awful.

Conner doesn’t even know why he’s watching those stupid celebrity news show...Actually, he does know.

It hurts him like hell whenever he sees you with a different guy (or even girl) each night but...at least he sees you. He sees your smile and he can almost remember how good it felt to hold you in his arms, your smell and...

It’s torture. Pure torture.

He’s hurting himself by watching those stupid celebrity news, seeing you in someone else’s arms each time...And your smile, it’s not the smile he loves so much...it’s almost..wicked...

One night, as he watches you once more on the TV, something happens.

But of course it’d happen someday. You were the famous (Y/N) Wayne. Of course they’d target you in such an easy place to access !

The camera cuts just as a few heavily armed men enters the vicinity. One shot. One shot and the camera cuts. The last image being your face as the gun turns to you...

He doesn’t even think about it, before he knows it, he’s out.

************

He arrives even before your father. Actually, maybe your father doesn’t even know what’s going on yet...And Conner isn’t about to wait for him.

Those guys have guns. Pointed at you. He has to save you...

The nightclub is now empty, expect for you and them.

You don't even seem scared and...what is going on with you ? He doesn’t recognize you, it’s as if you don’t feel ANYTHING anymore...

He quickly makes up a plan to save you but of course..nothing goes like he wanted it to go. Nothing.

He enters the place discreetly, and a terrible silence surrounds him.

Those men, they don’t utter a word, they just point their guns at you.

He has to do something about it and...Maybe distracting them? But it doesn’t go as planned. Not at all.

He does distract them. And knocks them all out. But as he turns to you to see if your alright, and as he can see not even an ounce of thankfulness in your eyes...a voice resonates in the club.

-I knew you would come.

Conner turns around and...Lex Luthor. His “father” (he was created with a mix of Clark’s and Lex’s DNA). Conner asks, as he unties you :

-What do you want ?!

-You. And your girl there, gave me the perfect way to reach for you. Especially since your little...break up. I need you Conner, by my side, for a little...project of mine. And now that you weren’t always with her, or that her damn dad...yes I know who he is...isn’t....It was fairly easy to kidnap her. She didn’t even fight.

Conner turned around to look at you and...no reaction. You have absolutely no reaction, as you’re standing besides him. And it just doesn't look like you at all, normally, you’d be fuming, and those armed guys ? You’d have kicked at least three of their asses before being submitted down ! What was happening to you ? He’s about to touch you, for the first time in agonizing months, he’s about to finally touch you, feel your skin again, as he aims for your bared shoulder (sexy dress by the way) but...he suddenly feels weak. Oh so weak.

Kryptonite. It’s kryptonite. And as he falls on the floor, he looks at you and...you’re looking back at him with absolutely no feelings in your eyes. Nothing. As if you were empty...He barely hears Lex’s voice as he says :

-I lied, I don’t actually need you. Just...pieces of you. I understood long ago that I couldn’t control you, but creating a new being with parts of you ? Yes, that I can do.

Conner doesn’t feel fear as he sees, from the corner of his eyes, Lex Luthor coming closer and closer no...all his focus is on you. And it hurts. More than the kryptonite.

It hurts to see you like that, to see you looking at him with such little feelings...did you say that you still felt friendship ? Yet, there is nothing in your wonderful (E/C) eyes right now...Or...is there really nothing ?

As the light of the kryptonite illuminates your face and Lex crouches next to Conner, your brow furrows. And when he says :

-I have no idea what’s wrong with you kid, but thank you for not doing anything right now haha. I know the bat, and I know the cat, I was assuming their daughter would be a pain in the ass but I guess not and...

Yes. This makes you react. A kick. A nice kick to the chin gets him just fine.

Lex falls backward, and he’s pretty sure you broke his jaw. Damn good, powerful and well placed kicked. Definitely Batman’s daughter.

But something is wrong with you. It’s like you acted out of automatism rather than because you really wanted to defend Conner. And if there’s one thing that Lex is good at is...taking opportunities.

You have fast reflexes, but you feel like your mind is clouded and...Lex’s kryptonite sharp knife is coming fast toward you and...it never hits you.

Conner.

He stood up, he somehow fought the kryptonite and stood up and...the knife is deep in his stomach. And...

Your fists move on their on.

One punch. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight...you loose count.

You’re beating Lex Luthor to a pulp, that’s all you know. At some point, someone is taking you away and...

-Dad...

-Yes, yes I’m here my little one...

-Conner...

What happened ? Why do you feel like you missed a lot ? Those past few months are such a blur...And Conner.

-CONNER !!

-It’s ok, it’s ok he’s...

-CONNER !! CONNER !!

It seems like it’s the only thing you can scream, and as you see him on the floor, bleeding out, Tim next to him already trying to fix him...Your heart breaks.

Were you going to loose him ? What happened ? Why was he stabbed ? And by what ? By who ?

Why did you feel like you already lost him ? No. No you couldn’t loose him. No !

He wanted to marry you, and you wanted that too, not now, but you wanted and...No, you couldn’t loose him !

-CONNER !!

You’re almost sure you heard him whisper, his voice way too weak, “(Y/N)” but nothing is certain anymore and...black. Everything is black.

************

You wake up in a hospital room, and you’re pretty sure it’s on the League’s Watchtower. It just doesn’t seem like any hospital room and...Your dad is there, asleep next to you. Your brothers too. And Conner. But...why is he so far in the corner of the room ?

-Conner...

You whisper. Your voice is hoarse and your throat hurts but...he ears you. Of course he does.

He opens his eyes and looks at you and...he looks so awful.

And he doesn’t approach you...At least, not until you raise a hand weakly, and he finally dares to come. Slowly. It’s so unlike him...

-What...happened...?

You barely remembers and...He explains.

And you understand. Oh you understand.

Months of being heartbroken and lost made him...afraid of you almost. Afraid that you’d hurt him further. He explains the all breakup, and how you slowly drifted further away each days from your family...but you don’t remember any of this ? You love Conner. You know it. No one ever made you feel like this. And your family ? It’s everything to you.

You don’t remember any of that. The last thing you remember is...

-The Wasp sting. It’s what...changed you. Your ex, that...jerk. His father has a shady pharmaceutical enterprise where they did tests and...they have a “feeling inhibitor”. Suppose to be used on humans to make fearless soldiers. But the idiot thought it only worked on love. thought you’d stop loving me and he would have a chance again. Your dad gave you an antidote and I...i...

His voice breaks and your hand running in his hair is the best thing he ever felt. This nightmare was over. You were back...

As Conner explains, things start to make a bit more sense. Antoine released the wasp right next to you and you killed it as it stung you were the only one touched. And oh...that’s why it seemed like you just got out of a bad dream...

But you don’t care about yourself. You only care about him. And the more he talks about those past few months, the more he leans in your touch, and the more you feel awful.

-I’m so sorry Conner...I’m so sorry...

-It wasn’t you...

-I’m still sorry...I love you...I love you I didn’t lie, I love you. I love you so much...

Conner’s heart flutters and..yes. You love him. So much that you outmatched an incredibly powerful drug that killed all your feelings as Lex stabbed him. You loved him so much that your mind ignored the CHEMICAL drugs and saved him. Because his life was in danger, you overcome the impossible...

You loved him. You cared. And that’s really all he wanted in life.

You were back...

You went to grab him but accidentally touch the area where he got stabbed, that wasn’t healed properly yet and...he winces. You pull your hand away but he grabs it. He’s not about to let you go again. And as he wraps your arms around his shoulders, sits on the bed and bend down to kiss you...He feels alive once again. You’re here. And you love him. You truly love him. His feelings are returned. Well...not exactly :

It is impossible that you love him as much as he loves you.

But still. You do love him. And as he deepens the kiss he cannot help but think about...

-LET GO OFF MY SISTER FOR GOD’S SAKE !!

Damian somehow managed to jump on your boyfriend’s back (yes, your boyfriend, he’s yours, you’re his) and woke everyone up and...you gotta admit, Conner trying to untie your brother from his back, Damian trying to bite him, and your dad and other brothers waking up with a start and automatically going on a fighting stance ? Perfect. Perfectly hilarious.

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It’s so long I’m so sorry. It’s also very “meh”, worst than “meh” really...I feel like it’s rushed as usual, and does it make sense ? Thanks a lot if you read the entire fucking thing ! and...yeah. Meh.

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Hi there! I love your blog, your explanations and pretty much everything. I was curious what are your favorite Shieth moments? Maybe with some details? I'd love to compare and contrast with my own. And I also want to share with some friends. I absolutely love reading your thoughts.

oh mannn,, ok uh,,, alright, here we go (it’s top 12 cause I couldn’t cut it down to 10 ok)

12) THIS GLORIOUS SCENE–It’s such a small thing, but we see Shiro and Keith really going through a lot in this first episode. Right from their first scene together, everything is tragic and heart-wrenching. So seeing them just…being themselves and being happy, just relaxing–probably one of the first times either of them really felt at peace since Kerberos–and that’s just really heartwarming to see

11) KEITH SAVING SHIRO FROM THE DROID–we get this scene super early on and I love it because it immediately sets up this idea that Keith is really Shiro’s knight in shining armor, and that if anything happens to Shiro, you just know who it is that’ll be rushing in to save him. Keith also takes the time to recognize when Shiro is having an attack and immediately moves to defend him. It means so much to see that a character with mental illness is never portrayed as weaker or less capable, but still receives comfort and support from loved ones

10) SHIRO REACTING TO KEITH SIGNING ON FOR A “SUICIDE MISSION”–Again, whenever Shiro or Keith are gravely in danger, we see this pattern where they’ll always be more concerned about each other than anyone else. And the animators and writers both make sure to put those reactions as the main focus. So when Keith volunteers for a “suicide mission” and says “No one’s commanding me. I’m doing it,” you can literally see the pain in Shiro’s eyes. He grits his teeth and says Keith’s name, then has to stop and compose himself before he–very resigned and unwillingly–agrees.

The fact that Keith mentions no one can command him is interesting, because we see Shiro has already learned this lesson about the Black lion earlier–”No one commands the Black lion!” So he understands how much respecting Keith’s decisions means, and decides to put his trust in Keith’s instincts. Just like how he had to learn to let go and trust the Black lion. And of course, both of them ended up saving the day

9) WHEN KEITH FINDS KURON–okay so this scene was framed as if it were romantic. First off, this isn’t Team Voltron rescuing Kuron. It’s Kuron being saved by Keith. The scene is this uninterrupted, private moment between just the two of them. If “Shiro” were really like a brother to Keith, and they wanted to stay with that idea of found family, there’s no reason to separate them from the rest of the team.

The fact that everyone else was removed implies there’s an intimacy here beyond just this idea of found family, which would extend to the rest of the team. So it’s really just Keith and Kuron’s scene, complete with longing looks across the vast expense of the universe as they gradually float into each other’s orbit–which again, to me, that final shot of the episode just reads as distinctly romantic. This scene is very personal–both characters are extremely vulnerable, and it’s really just the two of them in empty space. The scene is quiet, heavy, intimate. There’s this weighty atmosphere to it you just don’t get with bros are casual friends. It’s also interesting that Keith was the first memory of Shiro’s that surfaced, implying that he was Shiro’s most important person

8) FORMING BLAZING SWORD–listen, I’m sorry, but it doesn’t get much more magical anime true love destiny than you and your boyfriend combining bayards to make the Ultimate Cosmic Superweapon and overthrow an intergalactic dictator together,, that’s just common sense.

Okay, but really–Shiro lights Keith’s fire, and that’s true in more than one sense. For a long time, Shiro has been Keith’s one and only support, and when he loses Shiro, you see just how much Keith kind of relied on him just to keep going. In an interview, Steven said that “Shiro always took him under his wing. Keith always hoped that he could reach a place where Shiro was and hopefully more. I think Shiro saw that in him and tried to stoke those flames and cultivate that within him.” (source) And honestly, I think this is like the physical manifestation of that–they are on equal ground, Keith does have that fire thanks to Shiro, and they both just fall into perfect sync. Together, they can create Voltron’s greatest strength

7) THEIR FIRST SCENE TOGETHER–literally Keith goes from mercilessly knocking people out, showing up like a thief in the night–a thief who brought exPLOSIVES–to suddenly melting at the sight of Shiro. From their very first scene we can glean two things: 1) these two mean a lot to each other, and 2) whoever this Shiro guy is, he’s clearly Keith’s weakness. You really see how vulnerable and tender hearted he is, and the way he breathes out Shiro’s name, his very first line, before reaching out to gently hold his head so can turn it closer for a better look after all this time?? This is how you setup someone meeting their love interest, complete with a fairytale rescue of the “princess.”

6) bOTH INSTANCES OF “IT’S GOOD TO HAVE YOU BACK” “IT’S GOOD TO BE BACK”–I don’t really need to explain this except just to say that there is no other ship that has a particular phrase they exchange upon reuniting with each other, and if that isn’t the sappiest and most romantic thing, I don’t know what is. It’s also really sweet in that you know they remembered (similarly to when Keith mentions Shiro’s mantra and he’s really touched and says “That really stayed with you, didn’t it?”)

5) tHE SHEITH HUG–see here. All I’m going to say is–this was definitely the follow-up to BOM. A lot of people left the episode thinking okay, but where do we go from here?? How does Shiro really feel about the whole galra thing? And it turns out, they’re even closer. Everyone is kind of keeping their distance from Keith, and Shiro is the only one who says goodbye. Not only that, he holds him close in a gesture that plainly says where he stands not only to Keith, but to any conflicted onlookers who may be watching–hi Allura.

And speaking of Allura, the way we see her turn and stare back at them is definitely deliberate. It’s an interesting way to frame the scene, because not only does it look more intimate, but it also feels like this stolen moment you shouldn’t be privy to, like it’s just for them and you’re an uninvited guest. So yeah, definitely feels more romantic to me than platonic.

This is also the only time when Keith is hugged and doesn’t tense up, because rather than someone else just latching onto him, Keith and Shiro both hold hands and walk into the hug together. As equals. Also, going back to Allura real quick, she looks a bit guilty when she’s caught staring and quickly looks away. She can’t reconcile this picture of the galra as evil traitorous monsters with this person who’s so affectionate and caring, who holds Shiro so tenderly. Shiro symbolizes Keith’s humanity, and by seeing this glimpse of Keith’s love for Shiro, Allura remembers that he is a person first and a galra second.

4) THE WAY THEY CONSTANTLY WORRY ABOUT EACH OTHER IN S2E1 and “YOU’RE GONNA MAKE IT”–aHHHHHH,,, see here, but just real quick: I love the way they’re both hurting but still try to push on for each other, and as Josh has said, Keith here is really Shiro’s hero: “Shiro is in really bad shape and he’s waiting to pretty much get rescued by Keith. I love this clip because you really see the weak side of Shiro, you really see Keith’s determination to find him. And it was just really exciting for me to watch it. Because it really looks dire, and it really looks like he’s not gonna make it in time. And then–a hero comes through and saves the day with the lion.” (source)

Beyond just saving Shiro in the traditional sense, I do also think Keith really convinced him to keep him fighting and that he has to go on. Because he was really ready to give up, but here’s Keith, all passion and fire, and he looks back at Shiro and says, voice aching, “You’re gonna make it.” And Shiro really wants to believe it

3) KEITH MOURNING SHIRO IN S3E1–it was of course expected, but we as the audience really experience Shiro’s loss through Keith. All this time, he is the one still in denial and searching. He’s the one who really loved Shiro and won’t ever give up on him. He’s the one pleading with the Black lion not to replace Shiro, he’s the one who undergoes the five stages of grief and still continues to carry a torch for this man even when everyone else is telling him it’s time to move on. The passion, the outburst, the adamant denial and insistence that everyone else seemed to have forgotten about Shiro, that not one cared about him like he did–Keith’s grief is intense and possessive in a way that reminds me of someone mourning a lost lover, and it’s just really painful to watch Keith lose the person he loves most for the second time

2) “AS MANY TIMES AS IT TAKES”–full analysis here, but just know that it’s this really intimate scene with a lot of interesting direction from the lighting, to the framing, to Kuron’s disheveled appearance, to the way this scene compares alongside Keith’s talk with Lance. Again, this just felt like something more in line with what you’d expect from a love interest. Keith is literally the only one allowed at Kuron’s bedside–because even if this isn’t Shiro, his memories of Keith were enough for him to be the only one Kuron knew he could trust to let him see at his weakest. And Keith’s vow to always save him is nothing short of love

1) THE BOM TRIAL–I feel like I’ve talked about this so much already, so just some quick points: 1) Whenever Keith puts his life on the line, we see just how fierce and defensive Shiro gets 2) like with Keith rescued Shiro, we also see Shiro’s vulnerability really come out when Keith’s hurt. Keith is his weakness 3) “Your friend desperately wants to see you”–the word “desperate” here does not connote a mutual platonic relationship, but rather sounds more like unrequited love to me, which would explain the desperation and intensity of Keith’s feelings 4) “Then you’ve chosen to be alone”–implying that, despite all of Voltron being his found family, literally none of that matters if he loses Shiro, because that will render him all alone. He can’t bear the thought of going on without Shiro, which is why he runs back and chases after him 5) Shiro getting fired up and ready to fight every time someone even suggests Keith may die. That’s simply not an option 6) Shiro rescuing Keith here mirrors Keith’s rescue of Shiro when they first appeared on screen (really go back and watch them, you’ll notice that visually, they’re very similarly animated and framed) 7) Shiro cradling Keith in his arms 8) Shiro being willing to fight off everyone in that base for Keith’s sake, much like Red

#keith #sheith #shiro #voltron #kuron

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kruppxreader · 8 years ago

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A Super Help (Fem!Reader)

@jackie-sugarskull This prompt moved me so much. I don’t think my heart can take this any longer. The Captain interacting with children is my absolute favorite thing ever.

Hope you enjoy!

“There! That should be the last of them!”

The Captain clapped his hands together, brushing off the dirt. Your ten year old daughter and her little brother watched in awe as the superhero helped load the last cage onto the animal control van

“Who knew gophers could grow that BIG!!!” Your daughter threw her arms up in wild emphasis, while your five year old son began to play pretend, growling as if he too were a rabid gopher.

“Thank you so much, Captain! You really saved the day!” You eagerly threw your arms around the trouser-less wonder.

“Haha! It was no trouble at all, Ms. Y/n!!!” The Captain beamed, tightly wrapping his arms around you in return. “Trapping them was easy once we found out they were magnetic mutant gophers! Just open the hatch to the metal cage and they zip right in!”

The gophers snarled and rattled in the van, stuck to the sides of their metal cages. The Captain released you, and your two children came running to cling to your legs.

The Animal Control workers slammed the van shut, and soon they were driving off, taking the reactive rodents far, far away from you and your children.

Captain Underpants let out a proud exhale, placing his fists on his hips.

“Well, it was a pleasure seeing you all again.” He said tenderly, playfully tousling your son’s hair.

“Huh? No, don’t go yet!” He reached up to grasp at the Captain’s cape.

“Yeah!” Your daughter piped. “Can’t you stay just a little longer, Captain Underpants?”

He could swear his heart was ready to shatter to pieces. He bent down to their height and placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I really wish I could but I’ve done my duty, young ones. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” He brought your children in for a warm embrace.

You couldn’t bear to see your son and daughter in such disarray. It isn’t every day their favorite superhero comes for a visit. Actually this was only the third time they had ever seen him in person. Apparently he had saved their school on more than one occasion.

One of those occasions being in the middle of your class when the school was being overtook by an invasion of stink-spewing skunk cabbage creatures thanks to the work of a new garden-themed villain.Three of the creatures had you entangled in their vines, forcing you to inhale their toxic fumes.

That is, until Captain Underpants swooped in, tearing you from their creeping foliage and whisking you, along with the rest of the school to safety.

The other time was when a dastardly fiend attempted to swarm the school with hundreds of tiny android insects, which you had to admit was pretty cool at first. They were actually pretty cute, and the kids loved playing with them, especially your two.

But when you saw that vile man attempt to attack your son when he accidentally crushed one under his sneaker, that’s when you drew the line. Your daughter tried to step between, arms outstretched to defend her little brother, but to you horror she had taken a swift kick to the side, knocking her clean to the floor.

But before you could react, that brief-clad hero quickly intervened, scooping up your daughter and son in one arm, then delivering the evildoer a swift uppercut to the jaw.

You gazed in awe at the strange bald hero as he clobbered the villain to the ground, then gently lowered your children into your arms.

“Take care of them. I’ll have an ambulance on the way for your daughter, Miss Y/n.” He said to you before returning to finish off the creepy-crawly creep.

You held your children close. “Th-Thank you, Captain... Wait! How did you know my-....”

But it was too late. He and the villain were gone, and the mechanical bugs were all scurrying out of the building. And in an almost second, an ambulance siren wailed around the corner of the elementary school for your daughter and whomever else was in need of assistance.

So you did technically owe him three times for his valiant efforts.

You tapped at your chin.

“You know, I was planning on baking a pie tonight.” You grinned amusingly.

It was almost as if you had revealed the Holy Grail.

“PIE?!” Your children exclaimed with stars in their eyes.

You nodded contently. “Mm-hm. It would be a shame if you couldn’t join us for a slice.” You flashed a playful wink at the Captain.

“Oh...? Well, I do believe it would be rather rude of me not to partake, now wouldn’t it?”

The Captain passed the wink to the kids who in turn, clung to the hero in delight.

You couldn’t help but laugh as the waistband wonder soared into the sky, twirling your two children in his arms.

“Alright, you three!!!” You shouted up to the sky. “Come on inside and I’ll start making the crust!”

“I wanna put the filling in!!!” Your daughter exclaimed.

“I just wanna lick the spoon after!” Your son giggled.

“Alrighty then! To... YOUR KITCHEN!!!”

And with that being said, the Captain swooped down with your children, racing into the house while you happily sauntered behind.

“Mmf-... Thiff if a luffly place you haff here, Miff Y/n!” The Captain attempted to speak through a mouthful of your favorite pie.

“Thank you, Captain. It’s an old place, but I think we spruced it up rather nicely, the three of us.” You replied, sitting down on your sofa next to him with your own plate.

“Captain Underpants, look!!! I like superheros too!!!” You smiled as your son came running into the living room with an armful of crayon drawings, haphazardly spreading them on the floor in a personal gallery for the Captain to view.

The Captain’s eyes lit up. He swallowed and leaned forward to get a closer look.

“Wow, son! Those are amazing! Is this you?” He picked up a drawing of a boy in a bright green cape flying and saving a cat from a burning building.

Your son pumped his arms excitedly. “Yeah!!! When I grow up, I wanna be a superhero just like you, Captain!!!”

Meanwhile your daughter sat in the back corner in the recliner, scribbling away in her writing notebook.

“I’m sorry bro, but you’re gonna need superpowers for that to happen.” She scoffed.

“Superpowers?! HA!!!“ The Captain set down his plate on the coffee table. “They do help quite a bit, but you don’t need superpowers to be a hero! Why when I first became Captain Underpants, I didn’t even have powers!”

“REALLY?!” Your son put his hands on the Captain’s knee, his mouth open in shock.

“Mm-hm! But I knew deep down in my heart I wanted to do something good for the world.” He reached under your son’s arms and plopped him down on his knee. “If you really want to be a superhero, you need to ask yourself one thing and one thing only: .... Do you want to do something good for the world?”

“YEAH!!!” Proclaimed your son, pumping his fists in the air once more.

“Then, my boy, you CAN be a hero!!!!” The Captain lifted your little boy in his arms, holding him high above his head.

It was a beautiful sight, seeing your son so overjoyed. You knew he was going to remember this moment for a lifetime. Even your daughter was enthralled in the excitement. It almost felt like the moment could last forever.

“Well, I am sorry to say this, but I think I need to be heading home.” The Captain glanced out the window, noticing the sun was just about to set for the day.

“Aw, really?!?!” Your children moaned as he lowered your son back to the floor.

“It is getting rather late. You two need to be getting ready for bed!” You felt like a sword was being driven through your chest watching the happiness drain from your children’s faces, but you knew it had to happen eventually.

“Can you come back tomorrow, Captain?” Your son asked, tugging slightly at his cape. You reached down and scooped him up in your arms.

“Honey, Captain Underpants has to keep an eye out and protect the city. That’s his job! He’s got to make sure no weird robot gophers come back to take over Piqua!” You bounced him in your arms, making him giggle. You turned back to the Captain.

“But please, don’t be a stranger, will you?” You smiled graciously.

“Only if there’s more of that delicious pie!” He winked, then turned to your daughter who was back in her chair, still writing away.

“You’ve been rather quiet back there, Little Lady. What are you working on?” He asked.

Your daughter quickly folded her notebook shut and pointed to the cover.

“I’ve been writing about all the times you saved us! I never want to forget them!!!” She beamed proudly.

The Captain chuckled and ruffled her hair. “Be sure to keep those safe and sound. And who knows? Maybe someday you’ll become Piqua’s next ace reporter!”

A wide, toothy smile spread across your daughter’s face. And with a leap off her chair and a tight hug goodbye to the Captain, she bolted up the stairs to her bedroom.

“Thank you, Captain Underpants!!! I won’t let you down!!!” She yelled as she darted into her room.

You and the Captain shared a laugh as you lead him towards the door.

“Will you be safe heading home, Captain? Er-... I mean I know you’re a superhero, but it is getting dark and I-.... Ugh, I’m a mother, what do you expect?” You shook your head, wanting to kicking yourself.

“Not a problem, Miss Y/n! I appreciate the concern!” The Captain wrapped his arms around you and your son one last time. “Thank you for such a wonderful time!”

You nodded. “Yes, please do come again! I’m sure the kids would love seeing their favorite superhero again someday.” You gave a small kiss to the side of your son’s head.

The Captain saluted and clicked his heels. “You have my word!!! And now I must bid thee, farewell and goodnight!!!”

And with a bend of his knees, the Captain soared high in air. A triumphant “Tra-la-laa!!!” echoed through the evening sky as he zoomed off into the night.

Your son let out a long, heavy yawn, which contagiously made you yawn in return.

“Let’s get you up to bed, then, shall we?” You cooed, taking him back inside.

The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes. “Mommy, do you really think I can be a superhero like Captain Underpants?”

You smiled, bringing him close in your arms.

“Yes. Yes, I do, sweetheart.”

#Writing this made me so happy Oh my goodness #This has probably been my favorite thing to write so far #thank you so much #captain underpants x reader #captain underpants #cu #jackie-sugarskull

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sallsmum · 8 years ago

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the day after the attack Pt 2

A/N This is the last part of this. Let me know if you think it could go further. I think the issue of Clary and Jace needs attention and also Simon’s new daylighter status. Let me know what you think anyway

Izzy was on her bed, clearly in pain. Her pink satin quilt was bunched up around her, her fingers clutching the material.

“Izzy!” Alec flew to her side, grabbing her hand.

“Alexander, how long has she been addicted to vampire venom?” Magnus asked him, as he joined his side.

“I dunno. A few weeks, maybe. I don’t know how long her and Raphael have been seeing each other since I caught them last week” he looked down at his sister, smoothing her damp hair back from her sweaty brow. He had never seen Izzy like this. It frightened him.

“Alec, I….I…I’m sorry……” Izzy tried to speak but the pain was too much.

“Shhh, Iz, don’t try to talk now, we’re going to help you get through this”

“She’s going to have a rough couple of days, I’m afraid. Vampire venom is a hard habit to break from. I don’t think activating her healing rune will help too much. I’ll use my magic”

Magnus clicked his fingers and brought up his blue flame. He waved his hands over Izzy’s writhing body and in a few short seconds, she stilled, her eyes closed.

“Is that it? Will she be ok now?” Alec asked.

“No, I’m sorry Alexander. I can’t cure her of the venom. She has to go through withdrawal herself, I can just ease the pain.”

Clary and Simon appeared at the door. Clary propped and her hands went to her mouth in shock. She had never seen Izzy with so much as a cold, let alone look as pale and sick as this. She flew to her side.

“My God, Alec, what’s wrong with her?” He filled her in about Izzy’s venom addiction and her association with Raphael. Clary listened in shocked silence, occasionally shaking her head. By the end of it, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“What can I do? I want to help” she said, her voice wavering.

“Can you get some cool clothes for her?, she burning up” Alec asked her.

“Of course. Be right back” she laid her hand briefly on Alec’s hand and then left.

Through the night, the four of then watched over Izzy, who thanks to Magnus’s magic didn’t seem in constant pain but she slept restlessly. But her fever seemed to burn it off every few hours and she would start to moan and cry out again, Magnus having to apply it. Clary kept refreshing the damp cloth on her burning forehead and Simon kept them in coffee and had even managed to find a plate of sandwiches. In between rounds of magic, Magnus rested on the settee at the foot of Izzy’s bed with Alec. He laid with his head on Alec’s lap and took short cat naps while Alec stroked the side of his face. The effort he had to put into his magic was draining. Alec didn’t sleep at all. He passed the time by shifting his gaze between Izzy and Magnus.

Clary was curled up in a corner of the room with Simon. Her eyes were closed as she lay between Simon’s legs, her head on his still chest. Alec looked towards them, sleepily, seeing Simon tenderly playing with the strands of her red hair. As he watched, he saw the vampire bend his head and place a soft kiss to the top of Clary’s head. As exhausted as he was he found himself smiling at them. Simon looked up seeing him.

“It’s crazy how much you can love someone” he said softly so he didn’t wake Clary. “ she was all I could think of when Valentine cut my throat. Not being able to be with her, see her again” He looked back to smile at Clary’s sleeping face.

“I know what you mean. When I saw that the sword had been activated, my first thought was where’s Magnus. I couldn’t think of anything else.” Alec replied. He had draped a protective arm around Magnus’s body, his hand absently feeling his warmth through the soft silk of his shirt.

“It’s crazy, when it hits you, it takes over your whole being. I think if I’d of lost Clary tonight , I would of broken apart. She’s been my everything for as long as I can remember.”

Alec felt a small stab of guilt hit him. What would Simon think if he knew that Clary and Jace were never brother and sister? Jace was taking this really hard. He knew that he still had strong feelings for Clary. The next few days were going to be hard on everyone. But he had to focus on Izzy right now and get her through this. He wasn’t going to tell Simon anything tonight. It was going to have to come from Jace. He shifted slightly on the settee, stretching his stiff muscles. Magnus stirred, Alec smiled as he bent his head, kissing his cheek and Magnus’s lips curved slightly in his sleep. If Izzy hadn’t been so sick, they would have been back at the loft by now, in bed, wrapped in each others arms. But this was good too. Alec tried not to think of all the time he had waisted denying his feelings for Magnus and about who he was. Now he knew what love felt like, he couldn’t believe he’d been so scared about it. Simon was right, Magnus was his everything. He knew he still had a lot to learn about being in a relationship but he trusted Magnus to lead him through it.

It was very early morning when Izzy’s eyes fluttered open again. She had a pounding headache and she felt like she’d been crash tackled by a team of demons but apart from that and the fact that her mouth felt dryer then a desert the tremors that had run through her the night before had gone. She eased herself up on the pillows, the cloth that had been on her head falling to the floor. She still felt really weak and leaned back against her pillows, which she noticed had been changed. Then she looked into the room.

The first thing she saw was her brother and Magnus. His long frame was curled around the sleeping warlock who rested his head on his harm. Alec’s own face was pressed against magnus’s cheek and his other arm was draped over Magnus their hands laced together. Clary and Simon where in the corner. Simon, snoring softly, was propped up against the wall, Clary curled against him in his lap. His head was resting on top of her head. Izzy gave a tired smile at the scene in front of her. They had been there for her.

She heard a noice and saw magnus stiring. He had been on his side and was now on his back, his eyes half closed still. Alec had woken as well with his movement.

“hey” he whispered up to him, smiling. As Izzy watched, Alec brought his hand up and softly touched his face. He lowered his head and kissed him soundly. Izzy felt herself blush. It was such a tender moment between them.

“so how come you guys had an orgy and didn’t invite me? And in my room, no less” she said.

Alec raised his head and sat up, magnus doing the same. They both went over to her. Alec grabbed her hand. It felt cool more normal once more. Magnus felt Izzy’s forehead and then after producing his blue magical flame waved his hands over her body. He smiled back at her.

“well, Isabelle, I usually reserve this saying for your brother, but you have surprised me. I didn’t think you would be this good after such a short time. How do you feel?”

“like ive gone ten rounds with a greater demon and lost but apart from the worst hangover ever, I’m not too bad. Hey, I saw you two sharing a moment earlier. What did I miss? You two didn’t get jiggy on my settee did you?” Magnus went bright red and Alec scowled back at his sister.

“nice to see you haven’t lost your tact, Izzy. Charming as always” Alec said, but he gave her a smile.

Clary and Simon stirred in their corner after their voices reached them. Clary gasped and stood up, digging Simon in the stomach as she left. He made an Oooff! Noice even though he no longer had any need to breath and staggered to his feet. Clary had gone to Izzy’s bedside and grabbed her hand.

“you look like hell but a lot less then you did last night” she told her.

“Ah, I’m pretty sure I’ve been to hell and it looked nothing like Isabelle.” Magnus interjected.

“why where you in hell?” Simon asked.

“long story, family reunion of sorts” Mgnus cleared his throat and looked back to Izzy.

“you’ll be weak for a few days so no running around. Simon, do you think you could go to the kitchens and find us some coffee and breakfast maybe?”

“yeah sure thing” Simon gave Clary a hurried kiss and then left.

“so, what did I miss apart from the love in I saw when I woke up”

Izzy asked.

“who said you missed nything?” Alec asked, trying to sound as casual as he could.

“oh come on big bro, it was fifty shades of warlock on my settee”

Clary muffled a laugh. Her hand covered her mouth trying to hold it in but her eyes were laughing just as much.

Alec was about to open his mouth to deny everything but Clary jumped in before he could say anything. Magnus had gone to the bathroom so thank fully wasn’t there.

“aww its so cute Izzy, they have pet names for each other now. Pretty boy and Maggy! I think they’ve definitely been bitten by the love bug” she gushed. Magnus came out just as she said it and looked like he was going to burst.

“it was beautiful boy and Mags, thank you but the rest is true enough” Clary ad Izzy looked back at him in shock then back at each other giggling.

“women, I just don’t get it” alec, said, shaking his head.

“no you don’t and you never will, Alexander” magnus assured him.

#malec #malec fanfiction #shadowhunters #after episode 10

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tsunderedreamer · 8 years ago

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Versus XV

The atmosphere of the Versus world is very different from XV's world.

The Caelum family opposes the Fleuret family. The Fleuret family dabbles in black magic, power hungry, and are willing to sacrifice anything for the sake of gaining entrance to the Kingdom of the Dead. Luna was once apart of the Fleuret family (full name Lunafreya) until her brother saved her from being sacrificed by their parents.

Once every five years, the Kingdom of the Dead surfaces on the same plane as humanity causing a red moon to appear. Cult followers believe that giving a child to the moon would bestow them great power. The Fleuret's are amongst those believers. However, there are times when the ritual goes wrong and the price payed is a loss of sense. After saving his sister, his mother and father decided to sacrifice him instead. The ritual went wrong and Ravus went blind and his parents perished. The loss of the leaders of said family caused Niflheim to easily annex Tenebrae; taking its crystal as well. To save little Luna from suffering the empire's wrath, the blinded Ravus used the magic gifted to him by the accident to erase her memory and left her in the streets of Insomnia, eventually found by a loving and wealthy couple. Her true name being Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. But her adoptive family gave her the name Luna Cornelia.

Ravus Nox Fleuret became a Niflheim general, his magic prowess making him a high ranking magus. He uses magic to sense others around him to make up for his lost of sight. He dreams of seeing his little sister again and secretly protects her during the invasion.

Noctis Lucis Caelum, at the tender age of 8 nearly died after a brutal attack from a Marlith. Seeing the Gate of the Dead, he walked towards it only for an extremely beautiful Angel to push him away from it with a tender smile. After waking up, his father was distraught but extremely relieved. A few short weeks later, Regis introduced the healing boy to the oracle Gentiana. Noctis kept to himself, noting the oracle looked like the angel from his near death experience. He immediately grew fond of her, and vice versa.

One year later, the Cornelia family introduced Luna to Regis and Noctis, proud of their daughter's academic prowess and hoping to impress the king. Luna and Noctis due to a unlikely circumstance grew close to one another. And they remained close for the majority of their life.

Prompto Argentum came into Noctis's life in his late teens. Nevertheless, the two were close. He was a Niflheim double agent that grew to adore the prince, not fond of the empire's practices. Verstael still doesn't care for what his son actually wants. See's Aranea and Loqi as sibling figures.

Gladiolus Amicitia has a difficult relationship with Noctis. Believing him to be spoiled and stupid, but still holding affection for him. His fealty, however, wanes after then invasion.

Ignis Scientia is devoted to his prince, and always there no matter what. He is the soothing voice of reason and thinks of plans in advance. Quietly nurses a crush on Gentiana.

Luna Cornelia is incredibly shy and timid, not really sure of what she wants. But speaks passionately of her hopes and dreams when excited. Easily broken by the events her Noctis suffered, she prays that he finds peace. Sadly, she is broken by the realization of her own origin and is horrified. Learning that her true family opposes the Caelum's, she struggles to understand and remains by his side causing great friction between Ravus and Noctis.

Ardyn Izunia is the Chancellor and the man who is hungry for power over his loss of Etro's favor. He uses empires and many cult families to sacrifice their children in order to enter the Gate once more to kill the goddess himself. None of the rituals worked successfully and it's implied that Luna may be the key which is why Ravus wanted to avoid her fate. Ardyn isn't as shady as to outright hurt Luna but more so use someone else. He killed Regis and Clarus during the invasion.

After the invasion, it's revealed the blood moon is making another appearance and as such people are clamoring to give their babies to gain power. Daemons are especially strong during this time. Noctis after fighting many bases, arguments ensue between his friends, and Etro's mocking tone in his mind, Noct's sanity soon begins to leave.

Manipulating his fragile state of mind on the two night blood moon, Ardyn reveals that he killed his father causing Noctis to snap, and his powers to go haywire killing other people in the ritual arena. Horrified and begging Noctis to stop, his friends are paralyzed by Ardyn, leaving Luna to face his wrath. Luna pleads and fights with him, knowing his recklessness could kill him, and get near fatally stabbed by him. While she lives, her blood that's spilled on the ground was the key to opening the Gate, letting Ardyn go inside.

Hurt, confused, and angry Noctis aids Luna and soon leaves out of shame. His friends beg him to stay only for him to refuse.

Gentiana, the angel senses Ardyn entering the gate and becomes worried when the blood moon extends to three nights.

Ravus is easily able to kidnap Luna and tell her about their family and reveals his inner feelings of wishing to protect her even blinded. Although, unsure, she feels the love she had for him years ago, and reluctantly let's him protect her. The bros look for Noctis worried about him, Gladiolus soon expresses disappointment in his friend's loss of sanity. Ignis and Prompto snap at him but eventually even Gladiolus leaves the party.

Ravus eventually loses his life against an empowered Ardyn who successfully returned from slaying the goddess. As he died, he told Luna of his unfailing love. Gentiana hearing his feelings bestows his sight to see one more time and stare at his beloved sister. Luna, hurt and heartbroken, experiences a mental break that leaves her mute.

Noctis has a vision of his father who tells of his faithful love and reassures him that he's proud. Telling him to find his destiny and make it right, Noctis with a new resolve, sets out to find and his friends and Luna. He meets up with Ignis and Prompto who are anxious about explaining Gladio's departure but a calm Noctis reassures them and says they'll find him. Prompto in the meantime is trying to stall his father's plan of experimenting on Bahamut.

Yhe three find Luna in Cor Leonis's care, broken beyond repair. Noctis, tells her of his desire to ensure a better future and to protect her. While still, saddened, Luna is happy to see him okay and accepts his apology of wounding her. About to tell him of her feelings, she is interrupted by soldiers invading and annexing another territory. Angered, Luna puts aside her fears and joins Noctis, Ignis, Prompto, and Cor Leonis.

The five meet up with Verstael, who leaves Gladio in charge of the mechanized Bahamut Zero. Prompto desperately wanting to stop his father, gets injured, gaining a deep scar on his cheek. Noctis begs Gladio to reconsider and as he thinks of his love for Noctis, Bahamut Zero fires Gigaflare at him causing Gladio to jump in front and take the blast. Dying in Noctis's arms, he tells him he was foolish and should've stayed by his side. Noctis promises to make things right and avenge Clarus for him.

Everyone is sad for a long time until Ardyn reappears and strikes down Cor Leonis. More sadness... Ardyn tells the group of his plans to become God and rule over all creation. The blood moon will remain forever and all will be blotted out.

Opening the Gate, he implores to others to come. Final Dungeon time. Inside the Kingdom of the Dead, the four talk of their dreams and hardships. Ignis is worried about what will happen, Prompto wants to prove his worth, and Luna struggles with loss and her feelings for Noctis. Gentiana crosses paths with them, confirming she was the angel Noctis saw as a child. He thanks her tenderly, admitting to seeing her as a mother.

Touched by his words, Gentiana sheds a tear, and prays for a safe passage. At Etro's throne, Ardyn sits there and awaits the four, mocking them for their every loss. Noctis explains it because of those losses that made them strong (cheesy sorry). Epic battle with Ardyn occurs.

The final phase of the fight, Gladiolus, Clarus, and Regis give Noctis strength to perform the fina blow. Ardyn dies but leaves with a dark warning; the power of death is a double edged sword. Which rings true as Noctis's body remains damaged and struggles to leave through the closing gate. The other's try to take him along but he tells them of his eternal love for them and pushes them through. Noctis dies in Gentiana's arms at the foot of the throne, destiny propelling her to be the new Goddess and holds him in her embrace until Regis comes to hold Noctis.

Gladiolus, Clarus, and Cor surround the Dead prince, sadly, but knowing his soul will be with them permanently. The world is heavily damaged but the three living friends continue on their way. Luna returns to Tenebrae, in hopes of making it a better place and Ignis + Prompto go to Hammerhead, the blond hoping to make things right.

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