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cynettic · 3 years

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Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find - pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight.

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long.

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest.

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…”

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…”

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

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Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

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It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck.

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

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daydreamingsora-fics · 4 years

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CHEERS!

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x ex!reader x drunk friend atsumu word count: 1,8k words Synopsis: When everyone passed out after the wild celebration of New Year in Kenma’s apartment, you and your tipsy ex boyfriend, Sugawara, along with Daichi, Kenma, and Akaashi stayed up to take care of a broken hearted and drunk Atsumu, who just have broken up with his longtime girlfriend. As the night goes deeper, your conversations go deeper too and all of you start reminiscing about the past.

<sora’s memo> this is my first post after going on hiatus and my first for the year, this was inspired by the official art of greetings for 2021, where they they celebrated new in Kenma’s and they were watching Lev in a game show. Sorry if I’m posting vv slow, school is actually killing me but yeah I’ll try my best to post more uwu. I hope you will enjoy this imagine :3 Have a great day my loves~~ take care and stay safe sunshines <33

The new year’s eve mini celebration has come to an end, everyone is drunk and sleeping on the cushion placed in the living room besides you, Akaashi, Kenma, Daichi and your ex-boyfriend Sugawara. The five of you cleaned up the mess that your drunk friends made then you guys decided to have your chill drinking session. You guys are gathered around beside the cushion where your drunk friends are sleeping and talking about how your life has been.

“It’s been a while since I last saw Y/N” Your tipsy ex-boyfriend said which you agreed by nodding your head.

“Really? How long has it been?” Daichi asked the two of you as he sipped his drink.

“2 to 3 years I guess” you answered, trying to remember how long it has been since you and Sugawara last saw each other.

“Really? Time really did said speedrun” Daichi joked which made the five of you chuckle.

“That’s so fucking corny, Daichi” Suga commentend while he shakes his head. After his comment, everyone is silent but this silent is not the awkward one. It’s like all of you agreed silently to reminisce about the past. The memories that once happened before but will never happen again.

“Not gonna lie though, I thought you guys will end up together” your former classmate, Kenma, broke the silence. You and Suga looked up to him while Akaashi and Daichi agreed.

“That’s true, I thought I’ll be your best man in your wedding but I guess that’s not gonna happen,” Daichi said as he took another sip of his drink. His comment made you and Suga smiled painfully as you both remember each other’s promises when the two of you were still dating.

The break up is very unexpected⎯⎯ no one really thought about the two of you breaking up because for them, your relationship was perfect. The two of you are the perfect match, you being the chaotic girlfriend you are and Suga being the collective sweet boyfriend that helps to calm you down. Even though you live in Tokyo while Suga lives in Miyagi, the two of you still have the time to communicate and your faith in each other is strong. To the eyes of everyone, your relationship is the relationship that everyone would wish to have, a sweet, chill and healthy relationship. That’s why everyone was bummed out when they heard about your break up because they all assumed after you finished college, you and Suga will then tie the knot. Well, that’s what the two of you expected too but maybe that event was not meant to happen.

“Not to be rude but why did the two of you broke up?” Akaashi asked after he took a sip in his drink. You looked at the former fukurodani setter then let out a deep sigh when you recall how the last months of your relationship with Suga became toxic and unhealthy.

“Hmmm, the last months of our relationship became too toxic. We constantly fought and it became unhealthy to us. Plus, we don’t have much time for each other. Suga was a graduating student that time while I’m on my third year of college. If we have time to meet, the two of us will always end up fighting” You explained as Suga nods as a sign of agreement.

“Let’s just say that somethings are not really meant to happen even though it looks perfect to the eyes of everyone”. Suga added

“True”you immediately agreed as you chugged down your drink.

“That shit hurts” Daichi commented, everyone felt the pain on Suga’s statement. You and Suga just laugh the pain away, until now, even you and Suga have moved on already, the pain is still there.

You and Suga considered each other as a blessing in your life. The two of you were present when one of you faced the downhill of their life. For Suga, you kept him sane, when he’s doubting his capability, you are there to hype him up and remind him how great he is. Meanwhile, for you, Suga helps you to calm your chaotic ass, he gives you the greatest affection you will ever have. You became each other's anchor. That’s why it’s still painful for both of you, especially now that you both realized that the only thing you guys could do is to look back on the memories when you were together.

“Wow, that fucking really hurts, dude.” all of you shrieked when you heard the hoarse voice and look back to see a sobbing blonde boy sitting on the cushion.

“What the fuck? Why are you still awake?!” kenma asked the drunk setter of MSBY.

“Can I guys sit with you?” Atsumu ignored Kennma’s question “please” he added, letting out a sobbed. You felt bad to see him crying so you let him join the circle. Daichi stood up to help Atsumu but the blonde boy told him he’s fine. The two of them walked over to your group and took a seat.

“Are you awake for the whole time?” akaashi asked the boy and Atsumu nodded as his answer.

“Can’t sleep,” he answered.

“And you’ve been crying, as you listen to our conversation?” you asked him which he just answered with a hum. The group went silent and the only thing that could be heard was Atsumu's quiet sobs. You guys remained quiet and watched Atsumu cry.

“Can you… can you tell me how?” Atsumu sobbed and wiped the tears. “How to stop feeling this pain” he continued, the tears that he tries to wipe off seem to pour out even more. The five of you felt bad for him because he and his former girlfriend just broke up.

“Ah, fuck” he cursed feeling frustrated with the tears that doesn’t seems want to stop from faling. Nobody dares to talk, all of you just let the boy in front of you to cry his eyes out. This is the first time for all of you to see Atsumu this broken, all of you are used to the cocky and loud Atsumu.

After 6 years of being in a relationship, this is the first time that Atsumu celebrated new year without Airi, his long term girlfriend. Their relationship is really different from yours and Suga’s but you can really say that they’re happy together. Unlike yours, Atsumu and Airi’s relationship was like the opposite of the relationship you had. People didn’t expect them to last long, they assumed that after months they will eventually broke up. Their relationship is not everyone’s ideal because they thought their relationship is toxic. But little did these people know that they’re also a perfect match to each other. Atsumu and Airi bring out the best in each other and you know this because you have witnessed how they bloomed together.

“Sorry” Atsumu apologizes as he tries to collect himself. He took a couple of deep breaths as an attempt of composing himself but failed as tears started to pour out again.

“No, it’s fine”

“Yeah, cry all you want” Akaashi and Kenma assured Atsumu, also feeling bad for him.

“Say y/n and Sugawara-san, you guys had experienced this right? Mutual break-up. Can you tell me what I should do?” his question caught everyone off guard, especially you and Suga. You shared glances with Suga then took a sip in your drink before answering him.

“To be honest, I don’t know because when Suga and I broke up, I felt so fucking lost but then I just go with the flow” you answered him, now you’re literally reminiscing your break up and you remember how you felt so lost during that time.

“When we broke up, I tried to show Y/N that I’m fine because I know she will feel guilty but I know she knew I’m not really fine. I actually feel lost for months too after our break-up and just like Y/N, I just go with the flow.” Suga shared his thoughts to the boy. “Only you can answer your own question, Atsumu” he added before chugging his drink down.

You guys are silent again and only Atsumu's quiet sob can be heard. You let the boy to cry his eyes out because that’s only solution to lessen the pain.

“Fuck, I just want this pain to stop” he whined as he look up in to stop his tears from falling. He then cover his eyes with his arms and said “I’m so fucking pathetic” he chuckled dryly. You can hear the sadness in your bestfriend’s ex-boyfriend even you felt sad for him.

“You’re not pathetic, Tsumu. I know how shitty mutual break-up is” you comforted the blonde boy rubbing his back up and down. “You can’t mostly question anything, because the two of you agreed to it and all you can do is accept the fact that the both of you are not meant for each other” you added as you remember how much pain you felt before when you and Koshi decided to end your relationship. You remember how many times you cried to sleep because you miss him so much.

Atsumu just scoffed as he agreed to what you just said. It’s true, all of his questions have answers already and he also agreed to breaking up with Airi because he knows himself that it’s not the same as before.

“You know, I agreed to what Daichi-san had said earlier,” Atsumu started. “I thought you and Suga will get married then Airi and I will be there to attend your wedding.” he continued. Him being honest, he was actually disappointed when he heard the news about you and Suga breaking up.

“I even remember that Y/n and I already have the list who we should plan to invite and who would be the best man and bride’s maid of our wedding” Suga admitted which made you chuckle as you remember that conversation with Suga.

“Really? Can you share your supposed wedding plan” Akaashi said, feeling curious.

“Hmm, Y/n and I planned to have a small wedding celebration. We don’t want it to be a grand wedding. We would just invite our close family members and our close friends” Suga shared with a smile on his face.

“I didn’t expect for Y/n to want a small wedding celebration” Kenma commented.

“Well, I don’t want to ruin that special day by inviting people who aren’t even important to me” you answered back making your former classmate chuckle. Atsumu suddenly remembered when him and Airi got into that topic, he remember how he want to have grand wedding while Airi just want it to be small wedding celebration.

“Airi and I have also had a conversation like that before, the two of us already have a theme for it and even have a guest list.” Atsumu told the five of you with a smile on his face because he imagined how Airi smiled as she talks about it before.

“But I guess those plans will never happen. It will just remain as a plan.” he smile slowly disappears as he realizes that it will never happen.

“Right… it will only be part of our memory” you quietly agreed while your other friends, nodded their head and silently said “right”

“Well, then ... “ Daichi poured a whiskey on his red cup.

“cheers for the one who are here, cheers for the one who we lost, and lastly, cheers for the memories.” he continued as he raise his red cup up.

Everyone followed his action and clang their cups as they say “CHEERS~!” then chugged down their drinks.

/bonus part/

“I feel like I’m going to puke” the blonde boy said as he felt the food he ate rising up to his throat. The five of you suddenly felt panicked from what he said and some of you begin whisper shouting.

“WHAT THE FUCK ATSUMU”

“WE NEED A PLASTIC BAG NOOOOW!!!”

“GO BRING HIM TO THE BATHROOM”

If it’s not for Daichi immediately dragging Atsumu to the bathroom, he would have vomited on the living room.

THE END

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sunarintoes · 4 years

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Dear Whovever: [Kenma]

Synopsis: You and Kenma are both best friends and youtube gamers however you want to be more than just best friends so you decide to ‘man up’ one day and write a heart felt confession in a minecraft notebook before then putting it in Kenma’s personal chest.

WC: 3K

TW: slight swearing :)

[Episode one]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!]

“Hey gamers, Kodzuken here with Tulip-but-make-it-yellow! I've done a few Minecraft videos with Tulip before, but thought I'll start a new series that will be posted every Monday.”

“It's called Minedays with Tulip and Kodzu”

“I- no, Tulip. I'm not sure what we’re gonna call it. But you guys will know- obviously since it's the title of this video.”

You whine and pout into the monitor, “Kodzu I think Minedays is a cute name.”

Instead of replying Kenma rolls his eyes and hits you ingame. “Should we introduce the challenge and get it started?”

“Yeah that's a good idea!”

“Well, it's about eleven am right now, we have until eleven pm to build a Minecraft house from a random topic,” he pauses and moves to the side to point to a sectioned spinwheel, “on this bad boy,” whacks the spinner, “we have eight different themes, in a sec I’ll spin it and whatever it lands on will be what we have to build.”

You let out a high pitched ‘hmm,’ “I feel bad for Kuroo and Hinata, they’re both going to have to edit twelve hours of footage down to 10 minutes!”

Kenma chuckles, “fifteen minutes actually.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Hurry up and spin it you fool! I want to get buildinggg”

Smiling, Kenma moves back a bit and spins the wheel, after thirty seconds full of anticipation the wheel finally stops and its small arrow is pointing at- “Yes! Cottage core theme!” you yell out while Kenma groans.

“Really? That's lame why couldn't we have ‘Lucifer’s Bedroom’?”

You poke your tongue out to the monitor - which Kenma could see, after all, you are in a Discord call with him. “Don't be sad just because you're prancing in my turf…. Looooooser!”

Kenma playfully glares towards you, “You’re on! See you in twelve hours!”

Unfortunately, the difficulty of building a cottage core house in the woods - in survival mode, proved more difficult than planned.

“We spawned in a desolate area huh? Barely any flowers!” you hear Kenma make a sound of agreement as you sink into your comfortable ‘gamer’ styled chair.

“Don't tell me you've given up? Just because you can't find any flowers?”

You scowl at his cocky tone however your mood does a one-eighty when you suddenly get a good idea. “Ok everyone! I know what I have to do! I'm going to restart in another place because this isn’t working!”

Kenma makes a sound of surprise, “you're restarting? It's been an hour already-”

“Yeah and we have, like... eleven more.” Kenma sighs in response, “better get a move on.”

For the most part, the two of you kept quiet - not wanting to let the other know how well you were doing. However one look at your phone only to see that your twitter has blown up, you decide to take a short break, after all it has been four hours of you sitting on your ass playing Minecraft. Once you open Twitter you're met with a barrage of tags and mentions - all of which screaming ‘KenYn’ and ‘Kodzutulip.’ You felt heat rise to your face, you - yes you, Ln Yn with the online alias Tulip-but-make-it-yellow, has a big, fat, humongous crush on your best friend and fellow youtuber - Kenma, aka Kodzuken aka the cutest guy in the world. To make it worse - or better, you couldn't really tell, was that many of your viewers shipped you with him - as did his viewers.

You are of course, happy with this but you can’t help but wonder if Kenma feels the same way, does he feel weirded out by all this shipping content? Does he find it uncomfortable? Does he find it unsettling to be shipped with his in-real-life best friend?

“Hey Yn?” Kenma calls softly, “you've been looking at your phone for the past ten minutes and your face looks sad.”

You instantly look up to meet Kenma’s face and try to find the right words to say, “I… I’m just kinda tired and eventually got distracted!! Sorry Kenken!��

Kenma visibly cringes at the old nickname - the one you gave him in primary school, “if you say so… better get your head in the game though - my mansion looks epic.”

Your eyes narrow, “mansion? The theme is cottage core!” Kenma quietly chuckles in response, “a mansion can still have a fairy aesthetic, you should know that”

You huff in faux annoyance as you place your phone away and ‘get your head in the game’ just as he requested. “Be prepared to be crushed! I am the cottage core guardian!”

There are ten minutes left to your’s and Kenma’s excruciatingly long Minecraft challenge, your ass hurts from sitting on it for almost twelve straight hours - including bathroom breaks. When the buzzer rings the two of you step back from your respective buildings and make your way to the starting point - which had been marked by a stack of 20 or so dirt blocks.

“Well that was twelve hours of eye straining torture,” you say as you stretch your arms.

“You're tired already?”

“Kinda… I can't wait to go to sleep after this.”

“Weak, I’m playing Battlefield as soon as this is over.”

You roll your eyes and scoff, “this is why you look like a living corpse in the morning…”

Kenma looks you dead in the eyes and with a completely serious face he says, “yeah but you love it.”

You choke on your spit at his boldness, “y-yeah I guess.”

If you were being honest, you were not the best at reading people and it was dark in Kenma’s gaming room, the only light coming from his three screen/monitor computer setup, but you think you see a light blush creep up to his cheeks. And you hate it, you hate when he says things that make your heart flutter, you hate it when he just sits there and the digital glow accentuates all of his delicate features, but what you hate most is yourself. You hate yourself because you have fallen in love with your best friend, you hate yourself because you know he doesn't like you back and you hate that you continuously give yourself a sense of false hope.

“Yn… you want to stay up and game with me don’t you? ”

You sheepishly look to the side, ‘mayhaps.’

Kenma sighs looking at you with a soft face as he whispers “then I won’t play Battlefield and I’ll go to bed and so will you, ‘kay?”

You smile tiredly at him, “sounds like a deal.”

“We'll get back on at the same time tomorrow and we’ll do the final part of this video - the reveal. Until then.”

You smile and wave at the camera “cya soon~”

[recording over]

After your call with Kenma ended you got ready for bed but for some reason, no matter how tired you were, you just couldn't fall asleep - your mind was screaming obscene ideas that you couldn't help but contemplate. At first it was just wishful thinking but then came a thought that refused to leave, ‘confess.’

It was a tempting thought, but how? Surely you couldn't just say ‘hey Kenma I've liked you since high school lets date!’ yeah no, that was a horrible idea. Maybe if you confessed with some originality he would be more likely to accept but for now, you were going to do your best to go to sleep.

[Episode two]

[recording in 3… 2… 1… start!]

In the morning you woke up feeling refreshed and excited for the day to come, Kenma had texted you and asked if you were feeling up to recording the reveal from last night and episode two today and of course you said yes.

The video goes on without any troubles and soon you find yourself staring at the computer screen at eleven once again.

“Remember to like, subscribe and comment below on who you think won this round.” Kenma’s voice is soothing - if you had to describe it you would say that it is silky like honey and smooth like dark chocolate; or maybe you would just say his voice is perfect. Kenma waves to the screen monitor, “hello? Earth to Yn! Are you dead or something? You look like a zombie.”

It takes a while to register, you weren’t really paying attention to the words he said as you were more interested in the way he sounded. You sit up and smile into the camera, “I'm awake… thanks for caring!”

He scoffs and swivels in his chair a bit, “I don't care about you, you're just my idiot best friend and flatmate.”

You playfully narrow your eyes, “well this idiot flatmate of yours helped you bake apple pie so you wouldn’t starve to death!”

“Hmmm, I guess. Well I'm going to head off. I'll see you later.”

You smile softly, “yeah I'll see you later, i'm just gonna stay on for a while.”

Kenma looks at you with an intrigued expression, “you're going to stay up longer? Better not be in this world, that's cheating. Want me to stay up with you?”

You roll your eyes and giggle, “it's all good I want to fix my house up in the other world. I'll see you tomorrow.”

He sighs, “if you say so.”

[recording over]

Your chair rolls back as you stretch, “maybe I should confess to him through a Minecraft journal…” you jump up. “Thats it! Thats a great way to confess! Its original and Kenma would appreciate it…. If he accepts my feelings that is…”

You groan and slump back down into the chair, “maybe it’s best if I don't confess at all. No! I've wanted to do this for years! If he doesn't like me back it's all good! Maybe I just won't do this on a stream!”

You reach over to the bench and pull up your phone, “who to call, mmm ok let’s call Alisa I’m going to need some emotional support!”

“Hey gamers, Kodzu here in another Minecraft live stream, today we’re just in mine and Yn’s regular world and i'm going to build a house - a cottage to be specific,” he pauses and looks at the comment section; ‘no Yn isn't here right now, no Yn won't be joining this video, no I didnt know shes streaming at the moment, yes my favourite food is apple pie, yes I have a calico cat, no Yn is not my significant other, yes we are just friends.’ Kenma moves back and takes a breath, “wow you guys sure are interested in Yn huh? Maybe I should get them in more videos, might get more views that way,” he laughs a bit.

“Let's start off by heading to my base, I have the materials I’ll need there- oh uh what's this?” Kenma pauses as he stares at the foreign object, “I don't remember having a written book in my chest… maybe Yn went in here and put it in?”

Kenma stares at the book for a while before he opens it, only to be shocked. The comment section notices the blush on his face and continue to spam him with questions:

[kodzusbabe]: what's in that diary!!

[Kenmastan]: hahAAAHHA LOOK HE’S SO RED IN THE FACE

[piefacecutie]: ^^ omg you're so right @/Kenmastan hes so cute 💓

[Kenmaxyn]: I hope it's a confession!

[ynhater]: @/Kenmaxyn from who? Cause I didn't do it and I'd be the only one for Kenma oppAr

[kennismaken]: I hope it’s Yn! They’d be such a cute couple

[applepudding]: umm? Kodzu! Why did he get up and leave??

[ynhater]: babe come back!

[Kenmaxyn]: OMG MAYBE IT WAS YN !!!!

After your late night call with Alisa, you decided it would be best to just do it and then ignore Kenma for the day - well, not ignore him per se, just simply decline all his Discord calls and Facetime calls so you could put off being rejected a little while longer. You woke up with a throbbing headache that you could only blame yourself for, after all you are the dumbass who stayed up until God knows when just to write a heartfelt confession. Eventually the angst of waiting for a message from Kenma overwhelmed you and here you are now; streaming Overwatch to get your mind off of a certain someone.

“Ah no! Cant believe that stupid Hanzo got me! What a pain!” you frown at the screen and let out a sigh, “the round is over… bummer. Well while we wait an eternity for the next round I guess I should answer some of your questions… oh? I didn't know Kenma was streaming, no I’m not dating him… “ you feel your heart sink as you read the next comment; “what do you mean Kenma ran away after reading a book? Was he unhappy?”

The next moments felt like a blur, your heart was heavy and you felt tears well up in your eyes and somehow you missed the sound of someone breaking into your apartment and then your bedroom. Within a second you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind, your body tenses up but immediately relaxes when you recognise the perpetrators scent; sweet yet salty, like caramel toffee.

“Kenma! W-what are you doing?”

“I like you too… I have for so long.”

Your eyes widen and it doesn't take too long for a smile to appear on your face, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

You feel him smile into your neck as his embrace tightens, “finish up your livestream so we can talk please.”

“You don't need to tell me twice!”

It is eleven at night once again, but this time you’re not sitting alone in your gaming chair, instead you're sitting on Kenma’s lap - in his gaming chair as he slowly runs his hands through your hair and softly kisses your neck.

“So everyone’s pretty much freaking out over us huh?” you hum in response, “we’ve been officially together for what? Five hours?”

“Correct you are.”

You smile and hold up your phone while you continue to cuddle into him, “smile baby, I want the whole world to know that you're my player two.”

[Bonus - the love letter]

Dear Kenma,

This must be so strange - finding a journal in your chest.

I have wanted to tell you this for quite a while and I guess I have never found the write words to say; or the right way to for that matter,

But I love you

I have loved you since our first year at Nekoma

It's been a while hasn’t it?

I'm sorry if this inconveniences you, makes you uncomfortable or makes you never want to see me again;

Just let me continue for a little while longer because I need to get this off of my mind.

I love your smile - especially the rare one where you really smile, where your eyes crinkle and your cheeks begin to hurt

I love your voice - it’s smooth and silky, like honey being spread across bread

I love your scent - it reminds me of salted caramel, I can never get enough

I love your mind - the way it works to make me laugh, make me calm and all else

I love your lips - not necessarily in a sexual way, but more so in the way you talk and speak, they move softly and slowly in a way only your lips could move in.

I love your body - how although you're hunched most of the time you still possess a fine elegance in the way you move. How at times it reminds me of a graceful swan floating down a lake.

I love your hands - they are so pretty and dainty and soft, I want to hold them all day and all night

And most of all;

I love you

I love you in your entire

I could go ahead and pick the parts I love most and least but then you would no longer be you

I love you in your entire

Flaws and all

I know this may not be the most romantic, especially considering you’re reading this through Minecraft and I've never done this before but I had to let you know

Love

Taglist: [open] @ladyrenart

note: sooo this is another style that i tried and i have mixed feelings about it :) also if you can’t tell,,, i’ve never written a love letter before :’)

#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu x reader #fluff #x reader #angst #kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #kenma angst #dear whoever #dear whoever: a haikyuu series #kozume kenma x reader

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earth-ambassador-jim · 4 years

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Lost Souls: Story 8

The Ones We Hail -Part 1

Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his sleep. He decides that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance and kidnaps the young James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter as early as possible.

Barbara is determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her efforts to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to her in a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society of shapeshifters.

Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.

AO3 - Fanfiction

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Kanjigar paused to look at the glowing engravings of the wall. His brief examination told him they depicted stories from the past. Blinky would have loved them but there were other things to focus on right now… such as how to get through the circle of spinning blades that cut him off from the main area of the tomb.

After a bit of trial and error Kanjigar was forced to use the sword he’d brought with him to block them. It groaned under the forces exerted on it slowly beginning to twist and deform.

Truly a waste of a good weapon, Kanjigar thought as he dropped into the chamber below.

He straightened up and then stood in silence for a moment. The cavern he was now in was made entirely out of giant clear crystals the likes of which he had never seen before. They grew from the walls in all directions as far as the eye could see. Each one was more massive as the crystals that formed the steps to Trollmarket. The sheer magnitude made him feel small.

A violent shriek of tearing metal followed by a resounding clang tore Kanjigar’s attention away from the wonder before him. The blades were spinning again. Kanjigar bend down to pick up the hilt of his sword from the ground. After a moment’s hesitation he placed it in his pocket. There would be no going back now. He squared his jaw and set out to travel through the maze of crystal. According to the map Merlin’s chamber would be at the very bottom.

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Keeping his bearings proved harder that he expected. It seemed that the crystal had grown since the map was created.

Eventually he found what he was looking for. The Trollhunter had never been so glad to see bare rock in his life. He slid down the final section of the crystal and landed on the grey path. He shoved the map into his pocket. As he drew in a breath of air, he found it stale. He had no doubt he was the first one to travel here in a millennia.

He had been right about the crystals growing. The tunnel itself was crossed by their clear shafts. The Trollhunter was forced to duck under and climb over many of them. Given enough time the chamber would become completely inaccessible. He wondered how hard they would be break through.

Kanjigar ducked under a final crystal and stopped.

Before him on a slab of stone, lit from above by a beam of light, lay a humanoid figure. It was unmoving and covered in cobwebs and yet untouched by the decay that mankind was so prone to. The chamber was silent; not the slightest hint of a breath disturbed the somber atmosphere. Kanjigar rested his hand over his heart and bowed his head briefly. He had no doubt that this was Merlin.

Reverently he stepped forward to look at the man before him.

As he did so a strange urge came over him.

He drew out the box containing the parts of the amulet and laid hold of the blue stone. Moving slowly and breathlessly –almost in a trance- he turned back to the prone body before him. He held the stone over it.

Blue light shot out of the stone and entered the mouth and eyes of the still man.

He took a step back waiting with uncertain anticipation.

Nothing happened. The chamber remained still. Frowning Kanjigar took a step forward.

The man’s eyes snapped open and he shot upright with a strangled scream before choking on the spider webs that had been over his mouth.

Kanjigar stood there awkwardly, not quite certain what to do, as the man coughed and hacked violently.

After a while he finally stopped and settled back down on the slab. He turned his head and gazed at the troll before him. His eyes wandered up and down his body before his eyebrows went up.

“Are you the Trollhunter?” He asked.

“Yes,” Said Kanjigar before remembering his formalities. He quickly dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “Kanjigar son of Tarigar at your….”

“Yes, yes. At my service. I already know who you are,” The wizard said dismissively. “I was simply surprised to see you here. I had been expecting someone else.”

“Who…”

The wizard held up a finger. “One moment.”

He swung his legs off of the stone slab. Kanjigar hesitantly rose from his kneeling position and watched as he vigorously started stretching, releasing a symphony of pops and cracks. Where humans supposed to make that much noise when they moved?

“Who were you expecting?” He finished when the wizard finally stopped stretching.

“Your successor,” The wizard said nonchalantly.

“My…”

“But that’s irrelevant now,” Merlin went on. “What is relevant is when we are… now let me see…” He held his hands together and started to mutter to himself. Green light glowed in his eyes and between his fingers. “Hmmm. Yes, yes… Ah! I see.”

Merlin smile and clapped his hands together scattering the green magic like sparks of fire.

“It seems you’ve woken me early… About twenty-five years early to be precise.”

“I’m sorry,” Kanjigar said slowly still a bit caught off guard. Merlin was really not what he was expecting.

“No harm done,” Merlin waved a hand at him, turning toward the entrance. “I’m used to adapting my hands to others’ meddling. In fact I believe this may prove to be a boon.” He nodded, stroking his beard. “Yes. This will open some new possibilities.”

He started walking and Kanjigar followed. The two walked in silence out of the crypt and back into the large chamber of white crystal. After a while Kanjigar decided to bring up what he had come here for.

“Would you be willing to assist me with something,” The Trollhunter asked carefully. He didn’t like asking for help, but... “Bular and his changelings are still free but continue to be a plague on both Troll and human-kind alike. I have the DayStone –which can protect me from sunlight-, but the human population is such even at night I risk being seen. To venture out in the day would be idiocy.”

Merlin paused and glanced at him.

“Do they not still abide by the pact?” He asked curiously.

“I don’t believe they remember it anymore… or even the existence of trolls. They have invented weapons that even a troll should fear, so I believe it is better that we remain unknown rather than risk open war with them.”

“I see,” Said Merlin, stroking his beard. “That was bound to happen eventually. I assume that you want a way to move unnoticed?”

Kanjigar nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Merlin said turning forward again and walking. “You are my champion after all. I fear I shall often be busy, but I should be able to make some time to give you assistance. I will occasionally need yours after all so it’s only fair I give a little something.”

“Thank you,” Kanjigar breathed out. Relief slumping his shoulders.

With Merlin’s help he would finally be able to end the fight against Bular and the changelings. Then he would be able to stop worrying about his son becoming involved in this. He would be finally able to rest.

He followed the wizard as they left the stale air of the crypt behind to seek a route back to the surface.

“Ah here it is!”

Kanjigar pulled himself up the crystal behind Merlin and found himself on top of a platform of sorts. In the center of the flattened crystal was planted a staff.

“Is that the Staff of Avalon?” Kanjigar asked in a hushed whisper.

“Indeed,” Said Merlin.

He started to reach for it and then paused.

“You should really be wearing your armor,” He said pointedly.

Kanjigar blinked and then fished the box out of his pocket.

“I’m afraid I cannot. I had Vendal take it apart in order to find you.”

“Eh? Oh yes, I forgot about that,” The wizard said. “Give it here.”

Kanjigar handed the box over and Merlin quickly set to work assembling the amulet.

“There.” He put the final piece in place and handed in back to the Trollhunter. “Now we’re ready.”

Kanjigar watched him curiously, amulet still in hand, as he pulled out his staff and held it aloft.

“Ah! It is good to have this back,” The wizard said in a pleased tone. He turned back to Kanjigar. “Do you remember where the entrance is?”

“Yes…”

“Good! Let’s get moving then,” He said giving his staff an experiment swing. “If we run we should be able to reach it before the whole thing collapses.”

“What…”

The crystal beneath them let out a loud groan before it began to tilt.

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Author Notes:

Kanjigar mini-arc time! (This was going to be one chapter but it was getting way too long. Anyway I really wanted to post something. Working full time really cuts your freetime down let me tell you!)

I'm rather fond of Kanjigar for some reason. I headcannon him as a bit of a lawful good paladin type. I think his time watching and interacting with Jim got him to loosen up a bit.

Anyway I believe there's a saying about meeting your idols that Kanjigar is going to wish he'd known and heeded. Also "Demons" by Imagine Dragons is a huge mood song for this fic.

#Trollhunters #tales of arcadia #trollhunters fanfiction #Kanjigar #Merlin #TOA merlin #Child Champion AU #Lost Souls #my posts #my writing

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justlookatthosesausages · 4 years

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“In the eye of the storm” ◊◊◊◊ a post-Frozen 2 fanfic ◊◊◊◊ CHAPTER 7: Upwind

The sun rose with the storm for another morning. The hooves of Anna's and Elsa's horses were the only sound on the path as they trotted, accompanied by the whistling sound of the powerful wind blowing on them. Anna turned her head.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Did I put my fur coat wrong? Do I have something in my hair?"

Elsa giggled. "No. You look great. I was actually admiring you and I'm still impressed by your talent during yesterday's meeting."

Anna blushed, which was difficult to see for how much her long red hair was shaken by the wind, and coming in front of her cheeks. She also had buried half her face in her reindeer fur collar.

"Thank you." Muttered the Queen. "It means a lot to me. Especially coming from my predecessor."

Her elder smiled, and Anna looked down humbly. She then stared at the cheerful brown stallion Elsa was riding.

"He has a lot of energy!"

Elsa followed her gaze, then laughed and petted the horse's neck.

"He does. His name is Rask." Anna smiled and scratched the horse. They were trotting close to each other and she just had to stretch her arm.

"Hi Rask. Thank you for bringing my sister safely."

The horse neighed, shaking his head to the younger. They both giggled.

"Why didn't you take an ice horse?"

"A nice horse? This one's really gentle."

"A horse made out of ice, you dummy."

"Oh. Well... I feel like it would be a bit disrespectful towards Nokk, no?"

Anna pouted at the thought. "Hmmm. Point taken. Not because it actually is rude, but because they're very spiteful. And if I were you, I wouldn't want to make them mad against me right now."

She pointed at the dark sky. Elsa lifted her eyes, and her gaze got lost. She slowly glanced down. The redhead bit her lip.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up. Gosh, I'm the worst at small talk. Excuse me, I got nervous."

"Don't. You're a really good talker. In politics and with people. Never doubt of that. It's just... I wish I could talk with Nokk. To understand the reason behind all this storm. They're not especially angry, it's more like... They're determined to win this fight and giving all their strength in it. I can feel it, and yet... They won't answer my calls. They have their own objective right now. And Ahtohallan knows how stubborn they are.

"Yep, all Spirits are."

Elsa smirked. "Are you trying to mock me? Because despite the direct insinuation, you're technically including yourself in it, dear other half."

Anna giggled. "Well, I am proud to be stubborn."

"Oh, you are." Puffed her elder.

A silence passed as they trotted through a glade.

"Elsa..."

"Yes?"

"I wanted to ask you, while you're here, visiting us in Arendelle..."

The blonde turned to her younger, a bit worried. Anna cleared her throat.

"We were tidying the attic the other day, and..."

She was struggling to say what she meant to, and Elsa helped.

"You can get rid of my gloves."

"I know, we already talked about that. But... Sir Jorgenbjorgen..."

She looked at her elder. "Can I give it to Eydis?"

Elsa got emotional and speechless. Anna smiled at a memory as she kept going. "We were with Eydis when we were moving the furniture around. She saw the rocking horse in the attic, but she also saw your plush. I explained it to her, and what he was for you, and..."

The blonde led Rask closer, and she put a hand on her younger's.

"This is a lovely idea. I'll be happy to know that he'll be the confident and companion of a new person."

Anna melted in the same emotion than her elder.

"Thank you. I didn't dare to ask you earlier..."

The Snow Queen smiled. "It's fine." She then looked at the horizon, and clenched her reins. "Hey, race until the wheat fields?"

Her sister lifted an eyebrow. "Are you serious?"

"What? You're as eager as me to come back to Arendelle. Come on."

"Yeah, easy for you to say. Our horses have the same height, but you only have a bridle. Have you seen how many bags I have? And my saddle, and my stirrups?"

"Don't look for excuses."

"No, for real. You're also lighter than me. I gained a lot of weight during my pregnancy. This will be rigged."

Elsa had to restrain herself to eye-roll. Anna was sword training once per week, and had a fit body.

"Afraid of losing?" She teased. "Listen: first one to get there owe the other one the biggest box of chocolate treats from the store. I'll give you a few seconds head start."

Anna sighed. "You know I can't resist such a challenge."

"Just go, competitive dork, or I'll start counting."

The redhead grinned. No need to tell her twice. She yelled a 'YAH!' and her horse dashed forward, taking a remarkable advance with a distanced laughter.

"Wow, okay, now I regret that." Blinked Elsa. "Rask, are you ready? Let's show my sister what we've got."

The stallion neighed, and with a grin, she rushed behind her.

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They eventually arrived to Arendelle in the early afternoon.

"And I'm telling you that you cheated." Teased Elsa, as they trotted through the village.

"I didn't." Repeated Anna. "You're just a sore loser. I want my box of chocolates by tomorrow morning."

Elsa grumbled. "I hate you."

Her sister snorted. "You? You're capable of hate? Have you ever hated someone?"

The blonde winced. "I hated the bishop when he asked me to take off my gloves at my coronation."

Anna first felt sad, then burst of laughter when she saw Elsa's smirk.

"Stop it!"

She nudged her, and they nudged each other with bumps. Anna nearly fell of her horse after losing her balance and because of the strong wind, and they cackled of laughter.

Their laughter echoed in the courtyard as they passed the gates. Kristoff was stepping out of the stables and stared at them with a surprised smile.

"You two are coming back from a freezing weather, and you're laughing out loud."

Anna smiled at his presence.

"What? Is it bad?" She teased.

Kristoff puffed, and shrugged. "If you get a pneumonia, don't tell me I didn't warn you."

"Happy to see you too, honey." Said Anna as she got down her horse along Elsa.

The King laughed and hugged them both.

"And I can't catch such an illness." Reminded Elsa with a smile after their embrace.

"Say the one who sneezes snowmen."

The blonde frowned. "For the last time, it was a stress fever!"

"Yeah, yeah." Smirked Anna. "Well, your immunity is an excellent reason for you to go prepare us a hot chocolate while I go for a quick bath."

Elsa's jaw dropped when her sister put the reins of her horse in her hand.

"Hey!"

But they didn't listen to her. Kristoff swept Anna off her feet and carried her in bridal style, the redhead gasping and giggling in the move.

The blonde sighed with a smile as she watched the spouses hurry inside.

Once in the corridors, Kristoff twirled with his wife in pure happiness to be together again. After they shared a laugh, he put her on the carpet, and Anna wondered why their daughter wasn't tackling her legs already.

"Where's Eydis?"

"Oh, I lost her."

Anna eyed him. "Excuse me, you what?"

He chuckled. "Just to make it clear: we're playing hide and seek."

"Okay. So, the game is to find her, uh? How come you didn't already?" She teased.

"Don't judge me." Nudged Kristoff. "I'm sure you can't find her easily either. She knows the castle by heart now, and I've been at it for the past half hour."

Anna gave him a challenging eyebrow lift, and put her hands on each side of her mouth to yell. "Eydis! Mama's here! Come say hi!"

Only the noise of the wind howling outside and the distant sound of cooks in the kitchens answered her.

"Yeah, as if it would work." Smirked the King. "I told her you would arrive soon right after I received Elsa's ice statue message. She planned this all along."

"I can easily imagine her giggling in a corner." Smiled Anna.

Kristoff's sentence gave her an idea. "Elsa is with me!" She yelled.

Another silence.

"Nope. Doesn't work either."

Anna eyed her husband, and gave it another try. "She'll make hot chocolate!"

Suddenly, a loud thud noise echoed upstairs, like someone who just jumped from the top of a wardrobe. Tiny excited footsteps betrayed the way the child made all along the room then the corridor, heading for the stairs.

"I'M COMING!"

"There."

Kristoff snorted. "You clever feisty pants."

"As Elsa often says, she's a mini-me. That was an obvious trick."

Less than five seconds later, Eydis was running down, leaping over the last steps to run to her mother.

"Where is it?! Where is it?!"

"My, how incredibly rude." Laughed Anna. "Hi to you too, sweetie."

Eydis didn't focus on the right thing. "Sorry. Please, where is the hot chocolate?"

Anna giggled loudly and grabbed her daughter to tickle her belly and shake her playfully.

"You little rascal! Where are your manners, uh?"

Eydis laughed at the tickles, and finally gave a kiss on her mother's cheek. "You're back!"

"Always."

They cuddled, and Kristoff watched the scene with love. Their daughter pointed at him with a small finger.

"Papa, that doesn't mean you won this round."

"Got it."

Eydis buried her face in Anna's collar, then wrinkled her nose. "Why do you smell like mud?"

Kristoff gasped with amusement. "Truth comes out the mouth of children..."

Anna sniffed her clothes and winced. "And I'm not gonna scold her for her manners this time. I truly smell like mud. I'll be back in a short hour."

Later, Elsa arrived with a tray of four mugs of hot chocolate, and placed it on the table of the living room under Eydis' happy gaze, to whom she ruffled the hair after a hug. She understood by her sister's absence that she still was enjoying her bath. She realized she probably needed one as well, but couldn't tell much what she smelled like, for she was used to the musky scents of the forest. Eydis climbed on a chair, sitting on her ankles.

"Auntie? How far did you travel?"

"Oh, not far. Hitiheimr is just next to Arendelle."

"Did you see new animals? New trees?"

Elsa chuckled. "It's the same fauna and flora, sweetie. Mama and I only took less than a day on horse to come back."

Eydis' eyes twinkled at the 'fauna' and 'flora' terms, which did not escape Elsa.

"You're interested in Nature?"

The girl nodded so fast that her pigtails bounced in every way. Elsa bent to her.

"Well, you're a handiwork enthusiast, so know that the Northuldra as well as the Arendellians distinguish between trees because their woods have different properties. Some are very solid, like oak, and we use it for doors in the village, while others are light and flexible, like birch. The Northuldra cut them into staffs to fight, and the cork is used for other purposes as well."

Eydis beamed. "Teach me how! So I can saw and forge every wood in the world!"

Kristoff and Elsa giggled. "You can't forge wood, sweetie." Smiled her father. "Actually, I think we have a book about trees in the library. A big one, an encyclopedia even. I'll show it to you before sleep if you want."

"Awesome!"

She stretched out her little fingers to get her mug, and Elsa took it for her, squeezing the handle to cool it down with magic and avoid Eydis to burn her hasty tongue.

While she gulped down her chocolate, Kristoff asked Elsa how the council went. She went into details to explain at best everything that had happened from beginning to end, including Anna's decisions and the fact Mattias stayed in the neighbor kingdom. Elsa was very biased and very flattering about Anna's qualities as Queen, but the blond simply stared at her with a little smile as she rambled.

When she finally finished, she caught her breathing, and looked at the tray.

"Enjoy your hot chocolates while they still are. I'm gonna bring Anna her mug. She deserves to have it delivered to her bath after such an amazing performance."

Kristoff couldn't agree more, and he watched her go up the stairs. At the corner of his eye, he could see Eydis have a little devil expression. She followed her aunt with slow steps, and he eye-rolled when he understood that she was still in her play mood.

The young princess gave a peek at a corner of the corridor, and watched carefully as Elsa knocked to the bathroom's door with a smile.

"Anna, I brought you your hot chocolate. May I enter?"

The redhead let out a joyful exclamation, that the door couldn't possibly muffle.

"Sure! Come in! I don't mind, and there's too much steam to see anything anyway."

Eydis grinned as she saw Elsa enter, and before she was about to close the door behind her, she ran all she could.

The blonde barely had the time to put the mug near the sink that Eydis suddenly barged in with a loud "BOO!". It was a good thing that she didn't have the hot beverage in her hand anymore, because the Snow Queen jumped high at the spook.

"Eydis! You scared me so much!" Laughed Elsa, and she laughed even more when she heard Eydis' childish laugh.

They went into a giggle together, and Elsa tickled her.

"I have to admit, that was a good one." She said, catching her breathing. "The timing was almost ideal. One second earlier, and I would have dropped the mug. You truly are your mother's daughter. Right, Anna?"

"Uh... Elsa...?"

They both looked over to where Anna was. The steam had completely disappeared from the room. Which made it very easy to see what was happening, and Elsa's blood froze in her veins as she realized that, as well, the temperature of the room had dropped drastically.

"H-help?"

Anna's teeth were shattering and her mouth exhaling smoke as she looked down at her naked body trapped in ice from her collarbones to her feet.

"P-please? Quick?"

"Oh my gods, Anna!"

Eydis' jaw dropped. She stood still by the door, and could only watch as her aunt ran to the bath. Hopefully, it wasn't really awkward, for the ice was blur and covered with the Spirits unity symbol signature, so she didn't see much of Anna's naked body underneath.

"Are you okay?" Panicked Elsa, even if she knew the answer.

"I'm obviously stuck and freezing right now, so if you could do something..." Grumbled Anna.

Elsa knelt and slammed her hand on the surface of the ice.

The ice melted in a second, but the stage of the water also changed its density, and Anna slipped with a yelp to the bottom of the bath. Elsa had good reflexes and instantly grabbed Anna under her arms to prevent her from inhaling water through her nose, then used the gesture to take her out of the bath, helping her numb body to step out.

"Thank you." Managed to utter Anna between two ragged breaths.

Elsa urged to grab a towel from the hanger, and enveloped Anna in it like a crêpe. It also was to give her some privacy, for her long hair couldn't cover her breasts enough now they were wet.

Anna was holding herself to her shoulders, and shivering from the sudden temperature change, so Elsa frantically rubbed her arms and legs through the towel to give her some friction and heat.

"Are you feeling better?"

The redhead nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, thank you."

"I'm so, so sorry, Anna, truly, I didn't—"

"Do it on purpose." Finished her younger, comprehensive. "It's okay. Of course you didn't."

Elsa still had her face paralyzed from the fearful moment. Anna placed a soft hand on her, and she thought.

"So it happened again... Your sort of... Power boost. Does it happen when you're happy? Cause it was right after your giggle with Eydis. However, I'm not really happy right now." Mumbled Anna, her teeth still shattering.

Elsa felt devastated, her joy from a few seconds earlier now entirely replaced by pure guilt. She hated to see Anna suffering from the cold, especially when it was from her magic. This was one of the top 'to absolutely avoid' situations.

"Hold on. Let me reach for your..."

She took an arm out of the hug to get the mug, but could tell by the sensation in her hand and the missing steam above it that it had lost its main property.

"Oh no, your hot chocolate is cold now. It must have frozen as well, then melted, but..."

"It's okay, Elsa. Relax. I'm alright." Assured Anna, knowing by heart her first symptoms of an anxiety attack.

She dove her eyes in hers, and Elsa eventually calmed down. She detached her azure blue irises with a smile, putting the mug back where it was. As she did, she noticed that Eydis was still standing near the entrance of the bathroom, and looking at them with a confused expression, but one could see on her face the firm sensation that she was guilty for everything that had happened.

Elsa could recognize it easily. Her niece had as much physical features from her mother than her father, yet that sad pout was definitely the same than when Anna was a child.

"Hey, Eydis. Come here. This is not your fault, you know that?"

The little princess nodded without much conviction. She stepped forward, unsure.

"You scared me, and I scared Anna." Explained Elsa. "This is a domino effect. Or butterfly effect. None of us is truly the one to blame."

Anna smiled above her towel, happy to see that her sister didn't have much the habit of self-guilt anymore, and that a simple stare into her eyes had managed to move it away. Elsa even didn't fear skin-to-skin contact after an accident, because she now reached for Eydis' hand to join them.

"Come on. Let's hug to give her some heat, uhm?"

The girl finally smiled, and closed her eyes as she tackled the two women in a strong embrace. They closed their eyes as well. Elsa could feel Anna's skin returning to normal from the cheek against her neck.

"I prefer 'butterfly' than 'domino'. It's more pretty." Murmured Eydis, her voice masked by the towel.

They all giggled.

"I'll make you another hot chocolate." Promised Elsa, holding her sister tight.

Later in the afternoon, Eydis came in Anna's study running at full speed, and tugged one of Elsa's trains, so much that the ice fabric was nearly ripping.

"Auntie! Auntie! I just finished my lesson, can you make it snow in the hall's stairs so we can sled?"

The sisters blinked at the girl's sudden intrusion, cutting them in their discussion, but Elsa melted at her request.

"Did you finish your homework?" Teased Elsa.

"I have!" Promised her niece, and she raised her hands, as if proving that she washed them was relevant.

The Snow Queen chuckled. "Perfect. Then go get your sled, I'm coming. Just let me finish something with Mama, okay?"

Anna waved in a dismiss gesture as she looked back at her desk.

"No, go ahead. I'll finish that paperwork and I'll join you."

Elsa frowned. "I'll help you finish."

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

"I wasn't asking." Smirked Elsa. "It's an order. Let me help you with it, so we can go sled with your daughter."

Anna hesitated between a tender sigh or an eye roll. Sometimes her elder was dramatically caring, it reached an impossible level.

"Fine. Eydis, go get Papa and ask him to search for your sled in the shed."

"Awesome!" Chirped Eydis with a jump, and she ran outside.

The blonde shook her head with a smile. "She's adorable."

Anna didn't answer, too focused on the mail she was writing. Elsa approached, sitting at the chair in front of her desk.

"So, this is mainly letters to send to the other kingdoms, right?"

The Queen nodded. She bit into a sigh. "I miss Gale."

Elsa didn't hide her sigh, however. "Yeah, me too."

Ironically, outside, the wind blew in strong gusts.

"The girls are busy, uh?" Guessed Kristoff.

Eydis nodded silently. The King turned to Kai who was making him sign delivery agreements.

"Thank you, I'll see you in an hour or two for the next ones."

The servant bowed and left.

Kristoff's attitude suddenly changed, and he turned to his daughter with a giant smile, bending and slapping his hand on his thighs.

"Who wants to go sled!?"

"Me! ME!" Exclaimed Eydis, raising her hand, though they were alone in the hall now.

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They all lifted their heads with awed expressions when Elsa made it snow inside, Kristoff admiring the precision with which she aimed at the stairs only. Anna had the eternal touched smile and sparkling eyes as the snowflakes fell in her open hands, and Eydis went cross-eyed when a group of them fell on her nose. The little girl rubbed her nose to get it off, and she looked at how it soon covered the stairway in a beautiful blanket.

"Mama, how come I don't sneeze when it's Auntie's snow?"

Anna smiled and held her close. "Because it's Auntie's snow."

Eydis frowned at her. "That's not an answer."

Elsa smiled as she was waving her hands and preparing the place, listening to her niece.

The redhead passed a hand in her daughter's hair. "It's magic, sweetie. That's because it's not regular snow. When I was around your age, I called it 'tickling snow'."

Eydis let out a long 'Oooooh'. Then, a few seconds later, the playground was complete. It was so perfectly made and attractive that it was hard to resist playing immediately. Thus, Eydis and Anna shared the same excitement and hurried to go up with the sled, taking advantage of the few steps Elsa had cleverly left uncovered.

Kristoff let them have the first rides, and crossed his arms, side-looking the blonde next to her.

"You couldn't help making decorations along the ramps, uh?"

"Are Anna and you going to reproach that to me every time I craft something?"

Kristoff shrugged. "You may be an artist, but you're also a show-off."

A handful of snow at the bottom of the stairs suddenly flew to him, slapping his face.

"Hey!"

"Oh, sorry, it's not snowball fight? I got mistaken."

Kristoff poked her as he swiped the snow off his face, but Elsa now made the snow twirled around his head. Anna's voice echoed from the top.

"Are you two done? Elsa, I'm waiting for you. Eydis wants to have the first ride with you."

"I'm coming." Grinned the Snow Queen, having pity for Kristoff and making the snow fall to the floor.

They took rounds for descents with Eydis, and had endless fun, for the snow was perfectly slippery.

After two runs, Eydis was a bit out of breath when pulling up the sled with the rope, so the sisters helped her. The little girl only had small muscles, and the sled was crafted with all of the Arendelle expertise, so with thick wood and dense metal, making it quite heavy. Anna giggled and directly took the sled in her hands then walked to the top of the stairs with her.

Elsa followed, not even bothering to use them, walking directly in the snow with her bare feet now that she had melted her ice sandals, her magic and her being one so her body wasn't even sliding. She even didn't make a single whole as she stepped, like she was barely touching the snowflakes or floating above them.

Eydis placed the sled again, and Anna looked at her elder. "Go on, it's your turn."

An idea passed Elsa's mind, and she smirked. "The sled can largely hold the three of us. Sit behind her, I'll sit behind you."

Anna found it weird, but didn't even questioned the suggestion. Sledding was way too exciting to her.

They placed as Elsa said, under Kristoff's amused gaze, and he laid against one of the pillars of the hall as he looked at them.

Elsa was the one on the back, so they waited for her to push the sled. She smiled, and bent to her sister's ear.

"Do you trust me?"

"Always." Answered Anna right away. "Why?"

The blonde twirled her hand forward and crafted an ice ramp at the bottom of the stairs, then covered it with a snow layer that connected with the snow already present on the steps. She added a huge pile of fresh powder at the end of the hall for landing.

"Wait, ELSA."

The elder didn't make Anna think more about it nor widen her eyes completely that she grabbed her waist, so the redhead stayed where she was, and pushed them all with her feet. They started to make her descent and Eydis exclaimed of joy in advance. Elsa share the same excited yell, and Anna first screamed of panic but soon of joy, especially when they passed the ramp smoothly and started to fly in the air.

They plunged in the fresh snow at the arrival with a comic 'fwomp' and jolted their heads from it with shared laughter.

"Again! Again!" Jumped Eydis, standing up then falling down in the white pillow, while Elsa and Anna still were upside down.

Anna shook her head with a puff as she got rid of the snow, and stared at her elder underneath her.

"This is not what I meant when I said that I'd go almost any place you are."

Elsa smirked, and evaporated the snow under them, so they slowly touched the floor down. "Admit it, you loved it."

"Alright, that was awesome. And to think they call me the crazy one!"

"Let's get crazy again!" Begged the little princess.

Elsa, Eydis and Anna laughed their lungs out and they rolled on the floor as they did.

Kristoff came running after witnessing their stunt from afar.

"Girls! Are you okay?"

The lack of answer despite a new wave of laughter gave him the certification that they hadn't hurt themselves, even if they were holding to their bellies as they giggled. He sighed and shook his head at how they were all close to cry tears as they wheezed.

Suddenly, the general sound of wheezing got accompanied by another sound in the air, so close that none of them perceived it at first. It was when a servant gasped loudly a few meters away that they started to stop laughing and turn to him. Now it was distinct, and Kristoff squinted as he focused to identify the noise. It was like metal was bent by force, but it seemed like it came from different places at a time...

Elsa and him understood simultaneously. In fact, Elsa also felt it in her core. They snapped their heads around and stared at the armors standing along the walls, and they noticed that they were moving, like they were crashing down slowly on their bases.

Anna helped her daughter stand up, and felt under her flats that the magic snow had gone a bit colder. Her eyes widened.

"No... It happens again..." Murmured Elsa.

She however forced herself to replace her worry by a good decision. She clenched her fists and her eyelids, focusing on making everything back to normal in the hall. When she felt the temperature returning to a regular one, and magic leaving the place, she opened her eyes. Elsa frowned nonetheless at the slight sensation that magic hadn't entirely left the castle, for some reason.

She shook her head discreetly, discarding this perception for later. With a quick stare, she checked her family members to see if they were safe, and walked to the armors, avoiding Anna's caring eyes.

Her fingers hovered the folded metal, wrinkled even at some parts, especially the arms parts and the protections over the feet. Elsa's gaze jolted from one spot to another; the helmet was completely crushed, and she gulped at how, if someone was underneath, they would be dead in this moment.

"I..."

Kristoff approached, making the same observations. He hesitated for a fraction of second, but put his hand against the back of his sister-in-law, in a warm gesture. She wasn't even cold. Elsa was more stupefied than afraid by the state of the armors.

"It's okay. Those are thin armors. I heard them creak from the cold during multiple Winters. They're old too, don't they, feisty?"

He turned to his wife. His soft tone wasn't entirely used to appease Elsa, but sincere as well. Since the sisters were little, they never had been changed, and only dusted and polished.

"Yes, they are." Stated Anna. "Don't worry sis, it's not that bad."

"I'll pay them back."

Elsa's suggestion surprised everyone, but Anna's laughter afterwards was even more.

"Elsa, please. Those are decorative. Also, I kept bumping over them and made them fall apart multiple times when I was a kid."

"I confirm." Said Kai, passing by.

They all smiled.

"These aren't useable armors, Your Highness." Informed the servant.

"See?" Smiled Anna, happy he intervened. "It's alright."

"You're not saying this to make me feel better?"

"I swear I'm not."

Elsa sighed, and everyone from the servants to the royals return to their occupations after taking care of discarding the armors.

Eydis couldn't help lifting them, so she crouched to take her sled up for another ride. However, as she lifted it, only a part of the sled stayed in her hand, the rest falling on the floor in a heavy sound.

She let out a gasp, and Kristoff looked down.

"Let me have a look." He proposed in a fatherly tone.

As the sisters walked near, the King inspected the runners of the sledge, and the broken wood underneath. He sighed. "Yep, the sled is broken."

"I can replace it with ice." Suggested Elsa.

"No, wait! I can fix it!" Exclaimed Eydis, beaming. "I have the stills! I mean skills!"

"Oh my, here we go again." Sighed Anna.

"Come on, let her have fun with it." Nudged Elsa. "She's been talking about her tools for so long, this is my chance to finally do some handiwork with her."

Eydis' smile stretched so much that the blonde didn't regret this decision at all. Her niece was delighted.

As the girl hurried to go to her bedroom to get her toolkit, Kristoff eyed the Snow Queen. "I don't know if you're over-excited because you got another magic boost, but you'll see, in an hour, you'll be disillusioned."

Elsa smirked. "I doubt it. I sometimes spend an entire afternoon helping Northuldra children weaving scarves. And it requires a lot of patience."

She waved her hand to make the snow vanish in the hall, and she noticed that indeed, since she got that magic boost, she felt a bit more powerful than usual, just like the other times she had those strange impulsions. The white blanket disappeared a fraction of second faster.

In a 'clonk clonk clonk' noise, Eydis came back down the stairs with her heavy toolkit filled with instruments. When she put it down at her feet, Elsa recognized Eydis' tools, especially her wood bracket and protractor, which were beautifully carved with Arendelle's crocuses. She obviously spotted the spirit level that she had offered her several days before, and a tool she had never seen before.

"I even took my new hammer!" Said Eydis loudly.

"That's great, sweetie." Commented Anna with a smile.

The little princess took out the comically large hammer, which shaft was as thick as her forearm. They all snorted at the object, but Elsa was intrigued. The hammer was nearly as large as her torso, and yet she could lift it like it weighed nothing. It was obvious that it was made of metal and wood, like any other hammer, but in Eydis' hands, it looked like it was made of something as light as cork.

The blonde squinted. The last time she had seen such a paradox, was when she realized for the first time that her magic ice weighed nothing in her own hands, but was heavy in others'.

It wasn't the only thing she noticed about the item. A curious but undeniable feeling of magic was emanating from it. She kneeled next to her niece.

"Eydis... What is that hammer?"

"My new one! A very precious tool." Explained Eydis, already pivoting the sled to know where she should place the nails.

"No, I mean... Where did you get it from?"

"I told you the other day." Intervened Kristoff. "She probably got it from Oaken."

Elsa frowned. "No, it can't be. Unless Oaken suddenly started selling magical artefacts."

Anna widened her eyes. "Excuse me?"

The blonde passed her fingers around the hammer, not daring to touch it directly. Whether it was for prudence or out of respect, she couldn't tell. Anna noticed how fascinated she was by the object.

She crouched next to her.

"Elsa, what is it?"

The Snow Queen had a nervous chuckle. "The only word coming to my mind is 'miracle'. Look at it closer."

Anna frowned, her gaze returning to the tool. She suddenly widened her eyes as a flash came to her mind. The redhead had already seen this hammer in illustrations of books she used to read during her childhood.

"Tha- That's..."

She gulped.

"That's Mjöllnir."

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november 17

above the clouds by @gluupor [requested by @fuzzballsheltiepants]

see which other fics i’m reviewing this month! / my review request post!

this is an absolutely amazing fic that features airships, android!neil, and fantastic world-building. it’s a really fun and adventurous read, but still contains enough angst to break your heart. if you haven’t read this yet, drop everything and read it now. if you have read it, read it again.

okay i enjoyed this fic so much that i cannot put it in words. i remember when i first read it, i always get so excited when i see that you’ve posted and i read it in an hour, the time passing by so quickly. i couldn’t pull myself away and was reluctant to go back to real life after i finished reading. all your characters are so entertaining and as always, are integrated so nicely into this au.

things that stood out to me:

”over the khazak grass plains, year 1424 new era (ne), january” i just think that this adds a lot to the story so efficiently. we have a location and time and i just feel like this sort of title/header establishes a tone (makes me feel a steampunk/sci-fi kind of vibe). i’d be interested in how you came up with which locations and years to use?

”andrew shut off the engines and revelled in the silence. he could still hear the mechanical noises that resulted from keeping the gasbag at the appropriate pressure to maintain their altitude, but it was as quiet as it got aboard an airship.” i love this, mostly because i can relate to it? i’m really used to driving with music on, but lately i’ve been turning off the radio and driving in silence which is a really interesting experience, especially since i drive an electric car for work which is really quiet most of the time. also it introduces us to the airship!

”neil would eventually man the flight deck for night watch as he didn’t require any sleep” i am immediately invested in this version of neil and want to know EVERYTHING that he is capable of doing

andrew is wearing a scarf that nicky knitted for him!!! that is adorable! both nicky doing this for andrew, but also andrew wearing it!

your description of the monster is amazing. i would love to explore it. on the ground though (i am afraid of heights and not as brave as andrew lol) i saw that you were inspired by the mortal engine series and i can definitely see aspects of this both here and in later portions of the fic although i only watched the movie which was… interesting haha. were there any other sources of inspiration? i found that this reminds me a little of the films ‘alita, battle angel’, and a little bit of ‘castle in the sky’ as well

having little glowing things in their lamps instead of fire? woah that’s so cool

”neil was futzing around inside it with a tiny screwdriver” LOVE the word futzing. i’ve not heard it before, but it feels right. also it’s kind of cute that they are all helping each other out on the ship

algae bricks and beetle bricks? do they just,,, bite into it? because that feels so chaotic to me. lol mix into water and make it into mush? i am currently very grateful for the food i have

”jealous, aaron? don’t worry; i’ll come service you once i’ve got andrew settled tonight.” NEIL, YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME

”’better do it in the reclaimer,’ said kevin, taking him literally. ‘we need to preserve water if we’re headed to palmetto before our next resupply.’” one of the many things that i love about your writing is your amazing characterization of mr kevin day. what a legend

”he wasn’t entirely sure why he wasn’t telling the others about wymack’s summons; there was something about it that put him on edge and he wanted to keep it to himself for now.” oh nO this is bad news!! you did a great job of introducing this undercurrent of worry into a scene that had just been so light and funny

“‘yes, i did,’ said andrew, keeping his voice steady. ‘last week before we headed into the plains.’” my stomach dropped at this point, memory problems are always so scary because it’s so hard to tell what the source of the problem is. andrew’s calmness is directly contrasting this, but it feels like it takes effort which is even scarier!

”andrew had spent his childhood shutting down any emotions. they’d been a liability in the type of life he’d led” and ”he had been destined for a short life with a brutal end. sometimes that seemed preferable to how much caring about other people could hurt. he often cursed those responsible for how his life had changed” ahhh this is so sad, but also really soft? because he’s come so far? and he’s opened himself up and let himself be vulnerable by caring

hearing the backstory of the twins is so interesting to me, you do a great job at both establishing this world that these characters are living in and how they fit in with it

”andrew was left with little choice but to do something nice to shut him up” i think this is one of the most andrew-like sentences to be ever written haha

”by all rights he should have died in the slums, but instead-and andrew was never sure exactly how he’d done it-he’d attached himself to andrew and aaron, like a barnacle that they couldn’t remove and grudgingly came to care about” cute!!! the tone is really andrew-like too

woah all these languages are pretty cool! i like the idea of having a common trading language, and the idea of having mandonese and spanglish is interesting.

”that seedy is mine” I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THIS AT FIRST BUT THIS IS SO FUNNY. lowkey reminds me of the lego movie haha. also seems fitting of kevin to collect ancient artifacts, even if he doesn’t really know what they do

ANDREW AND AARON AS GANG LEADERS YES PLEASE. i absolutely love it when people have such a great reputation. very exciting to hear that drake is not going to be an issue in this fic!!! wait a second… andrew and aaron were 16? so small!

hmmm i am interested how kevin got stuck in shanghai?

bad news that wymack is asking neil to stay on the ship. all this mystery and hiding is making me feel like things are not looking so good

”he’d forgotten again that it was bee whom andrew wanted him to see” NOOOOO

ohmygoodness the usbee. do they pronounce it uzz-bee? because that’s definitely how i picture them saying it and it is so funny to me.

”i informed you that people are after you because i actually care about what happens to you, you miserable little gremlin” i really can never say it enough, but i love the way you use affectionate insults like this so so much.

”’oh, you know,’ said andrew idly, ‘those that slay together slay together.’” NO BIG DEAL.

”a nobody who got the drop on you. better luck next time” NEIL I KNOW THAT YOU REALLY CAN’T HELP IT BUT PLEASE CONTROL YOURSELF AROUND SOMEONE WHO YOU KNOW IS SO DANGEROUS

”’this time, it was eavesdropping,’ said neil brightly” he’s so enthusiastic!! cute!!

”how do you travel now?” i am also interested in this!! for all i know, he just slides through shadows and pops up wherever andrew is haha

”neil flicked his fingers dismissively. andrew’s eyes narrowed at the performance. he wasn’t this dramatic, was he?” i am very sorry to break it to you, but andrew minyard you are one of the most dramatic people ever

ooooh dang neil is good. does his android body not process poison? also where did he get the knowledge that andrew was going to be set up anyway?

”within a few hours neil had forgotten the whole conversation, but he retained the knowledge that andrew had forced him to see bee and wasn’t happy about it” noooo why is this happening, it’s so heartbreaking to see neil forgetting things (also feels extra-bad because alzheimer’s runs in my family and this could definitely be me in the future which is Scary) and i Hate when andrew and neil are fighting because andrew is just trying to take care of neil!!! ;-;

”mickey, the mouse-shaped god of old america” OHMYGOODNESS

as startling it must have been to andrew, hearing about the moriyamas previously owning neil, i’m curious what was going through neil’s mind during this conversation. it must be so disorienting, not remembering your past. all of a sudden, you just started existing

”’shoot them. escape on the monster,’ said andrew. that was their usual plan for hostility they didn’t want to deal with.” i mean, i guess that’s a pretty solid plan. LOL

ohmygoodness katelyn also having red hair and blue eyes? “andrew always pretended not to notice that he and aaron had suspiciously similar taste in people, gender notwithstanding” LOLOL

”neil’s tension was ratcheting higher the longer they stayed in the region, something which he wouldn’t explain to andrew’s satisfaction.” ahhhh we! need! better! communication! what is neil hiding?

I HATE THAT NATHAN IS GOOD AT ACTING. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BELIEVE HIM SO BAD EVEN THOUGH I KNOW HE’S LIKE SUPER SUPER EVIL AND IS GOING TO HURT EVERYONE NEIL AND ANDREW KNOW.

thank you andrew for knowing better and for always thinking ahead. i feel like i can really trust you to take care of neil (and you, gluupor to take care of these characters even if sometimes you break my heart while doing so)

andrew: mawp mawp mawp mawp mawp mawp (LOVE THIS)

”wymack had always said it was because andrew had a death wish but it was really just because he liked going fast” this is really cute! both in this fic and in the series, andrew is like this and he had so little enjoyment as a child, was forced to grow up so quickly, and i’m grateful that he gets to have these little things

”’’M not,’ muttered andrew, too hot to put any effort into lying” so cute!!!

”stop and take a look? sure, why not? i don’t think we’ve got anything else pressing taking up our time right now” I CANNOT GET OVER HOW FUNNY THIS FIC IS

”’old news,’ said aaron. ‘we’ve moved on. now we’ve decided to crash into the sea’” it turns out that sometimes i actually really like aaron! now is one of those times.

oh my goodness, neil speaking only spanglish and BITING. “neil spat several curses at him before literally spitting as well” the scary thing is, this is still in character for neil haha

that’s so sweet of wymack to give andrew his ship!! ahh he’s such a soft character and i’m glad that all the foxes have someone who is taking care of them

what a beautiful way to wrap up this fic! also i feel strangely glad that nathan wasn’t actually the one to invent the tech needed to create neil. he’s too gross and evil to create such an intricate and wonderful person like neil.

BURIED IN ASH FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS WHAT

WAIT VALLEY OF SILICA LOL

oh dang yellowstone supervolcano. i’ve learned a tiny tiny bit about that and it’s actually pretty scary thinking about the consequences of it erupting and also knowing there is basically nothing we can do to stop that from happening and also very little we can do to predict it

andrew and neil are so so cute ahhh

also quick shoutout to the amazing art featured in this fic! so beautiful.

i love the flashbacks that you include. they provide valuable information and understanding of how the characters have developed, but it also gives a bit of a break from the intensity of the main plot. we get a little time to breathe and recover.

as the story travelled to different areas of the world, it was really interesting to see how you included history into it. i think my favourite story was the volcano and the ash-winter that followed. kind of scary to think of the possibility of that actually happening, because even though we have pretty cool tech, i don’t think things would go well. you do such a great job with your world-building, i never found myself confused about what was happening, the geography of it, the new tech, and the politics. i loved how you were able to smoothly include canon events/characters/things and have it work so well within this au.your descriptions are so so good and make this fic really immersive, i feel like i’m experiencing them with the characters.

definitely one of my favourite things about your writing is how you consistently do such an amazing job of incorporating humour and little character quirks into the fic. it really shows how much skill and talent you have because it’s always effortless and reads so easily. it fits well with the characterization and tone of your fics. i will forever be a fan of your dialogue and all the interactions between everyone seemed so realistic.

i’m continually impressed by your consistently marvelous storytelling. you manage to captivate me no matter what subject you choose. thank you so much for writing this!!

#above the clouds #aftg fic review #raelle writes

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hotforharrison · 5 years

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Meet & Greet ch 10

Chapter 9 <-- Series Masterlist --> Chapter 11

Pairing: Tom Holland/Reader

Summary: You missed out on a Tom Holland meet and greet, but a stranger, who you are pretty sure is a Tom Holland lookalike, rescues you from your pity party for one.

Word Count: 1,554

Warnings: The usual smut and language

A/N: What happens when I can’t sleep? You get the wonderful gift of porn!

You got out your phone for the first time since you’d met Tom. It was past time to let everyone know you were okay. You had 37 messages.

Your best friend was 22 of them, worried that you’d been abducted and murdered because you hadn’t updated her on what was going on in Europe after you landed.

You replied to the other messages first, reassuring everyone that you were having a good time, but you were busy sightseeing. You hoped they didn’t expect pictures. Maybe you could say your microSD card stopped working.

You then told your best friend that you were watching TV with Tom Holland on his couch.

She didn’t believe you, and you honestly weren’t surprised. It was still a little surreal still even for you.

You turned to Tom. “How do you feel about selfies?”

“You want to take one with me?” he asked.

“My best friend doesn’t think I’m actually sitting here with you.”

He scooted closer to you, and you snapped a quick photo.

You sent it and waited for her response.

It was “holy shit” with about a dozen exclamation points. That pretty much summed up your state of being for the past day.

You spent the next half hour updating her on your adventures so far in London, and thanked her for the post-it note. She wanted a dick pic in return. You immediately shot her down.

After you mentioned The List and how barren it was so far, she had two words to say. Magic Mike. You grinned down at your phone and stole her idea.

You hadn’t realized Tom was watching you, until he asked, “what has you so happy?”

“I thought of something I want to try,” you said, “or really, it’s more of something I want you to do for me.”

“I’m all ears.”

“You dance, right?” you asked, already knowing the answer. You’d seen, and secretly swooned over, the videos.

“Yeah, I dance,” he replied. “You want me to dance with you?”

“No, I want you to dance for me.”

He looked a bit confused.

“I want a striptease,” you clarified.

“I’m not sure how good it would be. Most of the dancing I do is choreographed. Not that I’m not willing, mind you.”

“I’m confident that I’ll like it regardless,” you responded, completely sure of that fact.

“Do you want a lap dance, too?”

“Definitely.” A lap dance hadn’t occurred to you at first, but now that it did, the answer was a resounding ‘sign me up.’ “Am I allowed to touch the dancer?”

“Nope,” he replied with a smirk, “but the dancer can touch you.”

“That’ll be hard.” You wanted to get your hands on him at every opportunity.

“Something will definitely be hard,” he agreed.

You laughed. “Do you have any songs in mind?”

“Hmmm…” He spent a moment in quiet contemplation. “I do.” He got out his phone. “Let me set up a playlist.”

“We’re doing this right now?” you asked.

“Do you have anything better we could be doing?” he pointed out.

“No,” you replied honestly, trying to peek at his phone to see what he selected.

He turned away from you. “It’s a surprise.”

While he worked on the playlist, you sent a message to your best friend that Tom was going to do a striptease and a lap dance for you. She was jealous. You would’ve been jealous, too, if your roles were reversed. Your life was the best.

“Okay. I’m going to go change now,” he announced.

You heard his closet door open, and waited impatiently on the couch as long minutes passed.

He eventually returned wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a button down shirt that wasn’t buttoned up. It hung slightly open, revealing hints of his pecs and abs underneath. You definitely approved.

He pushed the coffee table out of the way, opening a space up in front of where you were seated on the couch. Then, he started the playlist on his phone, and sat it down on the table. You recognized the first song as ‘Gimme More’ by Britney Spears.

He gyrated his hips to the beat of the music and let his shirt slip further open in small increments, exposing more and more smooth skin and hard muscle. You couldn’t look away. He shrugged it off and tossed it at you with a grin. You caught it and dropped it on the couch beside you.

His hands now ran over his bare chest and stomach, hips still working to the beat. You could see the bulge straining against the front of his jeans as he watched you watching him. You were relieved that he was getting off on this, too.

He slowly popped the button of his jeans and unzipped them, bending over tantalizingly as he took them off. He picked them up off the floor, and tossed them at you, too. You caught them and placed them on top of the shirt.

You noticed that wasn’t wearing boxers this time. No, he was wearing a thong that barely contained his erection. He continued to dance, ghosting his hands over his hard cock now, in addition to his chest and stomach.

You didn’t recognize the next song, another club track with a thumping beat. You honestly didn’t care. The show was so much better than the music.

He stalked toward you, like a predator approaching his prey. It was a huge turn-on. He continued to gyrate his hips to the music, only this time his hard cock was mere inches from you. When he moved his hips near your face, you started to salivate, desperate to call off the lap dance and get your mouth on him again.

His hands ran over you lightly, teasing you through your clothes. You wished you were naked, too, yearning for his fingers against your bare skin again.

His cock occasionally brushed against you, and it took all the self-control you had not to stop him and wrap your hand around it. You were definitely going to have to change your panties after this was over.

Without realizing it, you had started squirming on the couch. Arousal had short-circuited your brain, and you no longer cared that you were still a little sore.

Tom suddenly muttered “fuck it,” and dropped onto the couch, his knees spreading your legs to make space for him in-between. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. Your teeth clacked together when his mouth met yours in a wet and desperate kiss. Your fingers dug into his back when he started rubbing his erection against your pussy through your leggings.

He eventually broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through your trousers.”

“Please, I need you,” you begged.

“I won’t hurt you,” he responded firmly.

“I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t cum soon,” you insisted.

He was obviously torn. “Okay, but you only get my mouth.”

You unwrapped your legs from around him and scrambled to get out of your leggings and panties, almost kicking him in the process.

He slid his knees down onto the floor. You quickly threw your legs over his shoulders and almost scooted all the way off the edge of the couch while you were trying to grant him easier access. He didn’t make you wait, or tease you, immediately lapping at your clit with his tongue.

It took scant seconds before your orgasm hit you hard. You dug your heels into his back and rocked your hips against his face. He continued to work you over with his tongue until your orgasm subsided, and your body relaxed again. He pulled back from where he’d been buried between your legs, sucking in a harsh breath.

“Did I almost suffocate you?” you asked, mortified.

“It was worth it,” he replied, beaming up at you.

He wiped his hand off on the discarded pair of jeans from his striptease.

You were confused. “But you didn’t use your hand on me?”

“No, I used my hand on me,” he explained. “I told you before that I get off on getting my partner off.”

“I didn’t think you meant it literally. Thank you, by the way. You’re so good at that. You get another five star review on Yelp,” you said, still floating on a cloud of residual pleasure.

He chuckled. “But I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No, I’m fine. Still a little sore, but you didn’t make it any worse,” you responded. “I should probably be good to go again tomorrow.”

He climbed back up to his feet, a bit unsteady at first. He pushed his discarded clothes onto the floor and sat down on the couch next to you. His bare thigh pressed against yours.

You looked over at him, obviously checking him out from head to toe. “You shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes,” you decided.

He chuckled. “I’m not sure everyone would appreciate that.”

You started running your finger up and down his thigh absentmindedly. “I would appreciate it, though. How are you so pretty? It’s unfair.”

“I think you’re a little biased.”

“Me and half the internet.”

He smiled. “Hardly half the internet.”

“You’re right,” you conceded. “Maybe two-fifths.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he commented, “but I like it.”

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nightshade-zoe · 5 years

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Thoughts while rewatching 3x07

Sorry for the long post

Also I’m incapable of rewatching up through the first scene with Josie but

-I am glad there’s no time jump. I understand why everyone would criticize Anne but I’m tired of her constantly being put down despite having the best of intentions. Also it bothers me the dynamic between Ms. Stacy and Gilbert was “why couldn’t you talk some sense into her” Though at the same time she knows they have a deep connection. ***I realize now she meant “you” as in the class.

-I appreciate that Anne stood her ground against Marilla. Also that Marilla had a moment where she considered what Anne was saying. It reminded me of Marilla when Anne first goes to school and she’s wishing she’d had choices.

-FUCK JOSIE’S PARENTS

-The character growth of Prissy was excellent. She was a beautiful combination of biting retorts and cool logic. You can see her words have an impact both on her mother and Billy so I’m looking forward to seeing how that plays out in later episodes.

-I am a bit confused on why Anne made Josie’s situation worse aside from embarrassing her further. Because Jane already said her reputation was ruined and the engagement was off last episode so it’s not like Anne’s article caused either of those two things. Yes, being used as a scapegoat would hurt, but the fact Gilbert attacked her for “ruining a girl’s life” seems like much. It was Billy who did that. I am still so incensed Gilbert never apologized even if he technically realizes it was Billy who started this.

-I appreciate that Diana and Anne’s friendship is where they can call each other out. It’s an interesting parallel though that when Diana is angry with Anne, Anne heeds her advice. Yet later, when Anne calls Diana out for her treatment of Jerry, Diana just defends herself.

-Josie has a right to be angry. I understand that it’s a realistic dynamic where two girls are sort of friends but one can be mean however it’s unacceptable to me people keep expecting Anne to make things right and be nice with Josie who apparently has been calling Anne trash still. It’s not okay and I’m not okay with how not even Diana has stopped this.

-It would’ve been more powerful if Anne had said “Gilbert, I did try to talk to everyone about it yesterday but you shut me down” instead of attacking him for believing in equality because that was his mistake. He also never actually admits this mistake. It’s an interesting point though about how him bartering for a parcel of land given we didn’t see Gilbert and Winnie interact at the fair really. We saw Winnie’s father offer Gilbert connections to the Sorbonne.

-“before this room spontaneously combusts” cough foreshadowing

-Okay I’m glad for this Ms. Stacy/Anne dynamic. It was a beautiful balance of commending and explaining where Anne went wrong. I did really think Anne was going to mention Josie called her trash though. Side note, I know Anne is banned from the paper and the press is gone but I have a suspicion we will see one more article from her that will actually be impactful.

-It was incredibly poignant to have Mrs. Lynde who most of the time never shuts up and who criticized Anne as soon as she saw the article begin to feel the impact and necessity of the words. Also they focused on the cigar so much like wow props to that foreshadowing.

-Good pop culture reference here with Frankenstein. Diana was rather cruel but it’s been foreshadowed in her initial recoil at the hay on Jerry’s jacket and how she used Jerry’s family, despite their poverty, as an adventure she could slip on for size. I don’t think she’s being malicious though just sighs Jerry’s face. I also think they’re trying to depict unintentional toxicity in relationships and/or being physically attracted to someone but not having feelings.

-YES MS. STACY GO OFF. Also Matthew is the most unproblematic male ever. Also I love how it’s being framed as a learning experience for Marilla too.

-also “what’s next? An ode to cigars?” Cough cough foreshadowing

-I’m super upset on Anne’s behalf but I’m also glad this screaming isn’t for anything as dire as was predicted. Also the poetic justice of her using something Billy destroyed to defend the voiceless. W.R.I.T.

-Um excuse me Moody. Also good on Gilbert for realizing who the actually villain in this story is. I appreciate how this scene is done, showing the importance of male allies while also giving the credit and words to Anne. Also that rather than looking at the article is a whole, Gilbert is taking bits of it that are easier for everyone to swallow and realize they don’t disagree with.

-It is frustrating though he won them over with well reasoned logic but the same couldn’t be said for Prissy.

-I love the parallel of the girls rushing up to Anne and Gilbert smiling. She totally knows he defended her. Also I stan Ruby saying she knows her mind best and also glaring at Moody to agree with jeez

-Ruby saying oh good/Anne having a plan reminds me of Ruby going but you’re NEVER out of plans and also Anne knowing how to save Ms. Stacy.

-Also the music while Gilbert is speaking is the same as when Ms. Stacy defended herself at the town hall.

-The barn scene clowned us butttt Gilbert you’ve got a paint can in front of you. Why do you have to lean over Anne ;)

-Anne said both parties must have feelings and Diana looks stressed hmmm I think they’re going for having physical attraction vs feelings towards someone

-Once again Josie calls Anne trash but this was very well said by Anne. It’s also interesting she says that only you can define your self worth when we saw her last episode question whether anyone could ever love her and this episode question whether her best friend looked down on her :-/

-Josie is totally going to the protest though.

-JERRY AND ANNE . . . Oh no. I love that Anne is really looking out for him. The dialogue is confusing because Anne’s like you have a girl?? And it’s not till later Jerry is like “wait she didn’t tell you”

-I love love love the parallel of Josie taking off her hair ribbons with last season when we first saw them.

-Billy is so abusive like he’s trying to frame this as I still like you despite what you did and just come back to me and everything will be okay. Good on Josie for rejecting him. He clearly took to heart what Prissy said about him having power but not that he’s the one at fault.

-I stan supportive Matthew always always always saying they should let Anne be happy and live a full life and reach her full potential

-Oof the Dianne fight. Once again objects have a lot power. “If you were my friend you would understand” feels like “if I could take it all back I would”

-I’m getting the feeling Diana is just very physically attracted to Jerry and is confused because she thinks that physical attraction and feelings should be the same but aren’t in her case which Anne doesn’t get because she thinks the same way. Anne was right to call her out on her behavior towards Jerry but also/probably will eventually hear Diana’s side of the story. Also yikes at her thinking Diana is going to ditch her.

-I feel like one of my issues with this season of AWAE is that they’re trying to present a ton of relatable teenage experiences but they all get colored by Anne’s past trauma and struggles with self-worth. Fighting with her mother isn’t just a small disagreement, it’s her struggling to remember/figure out if she was/is loved. Having a crush becomes, I just wanted to believe someone could love me that way. Fighting with her best friend is, I’m an orphan who will never be good enough for her. But the fact that her experiences are being tinted this way is never addressed by her or anyone on the show.

-On that note the way Diana says “here we go again Anne Shirley and her tragical tale of woe” bothers me. Has this been an issue before? Is Diana just upset because she feels she has valid problems too, which is very true? Does she not believe Anne? She says “a true story at last”. I never got the sense Anne talked much or at all about her childhood to Diana.

-This is too painful to watch but also they are both so dramatic both when blowing kisses goodbye and fighting that I wouldn’t be shocked if it blows over next episode. I absolutely fought with my best friend like this when I was sixteen only for both of us to call each other sobbing in apology two days later.

-Prissy ❤️❤️ You can see her mother is thinking about what she’s saying. Also I know Jane is under huge backlash right now but I think it’s important that this was included as it’s a perspective a lot of women, even in those that I know, that intelligence and feminism aren’t connected and sometimes those who are privileged can’t see why sexism is an issue

-Gilbert: “just a suggestion not telling you what to do” seemed like a growth in his understanding of Anne

-I loved the little moment between Prissy and Anne showing how they’ve evolved. It was Anne who originally started the scandal about Prissy but they’ve both matured so much and united and ahhh it’s perfect.

-Marilla waving the handkerchief is beautiful. Also the little glance Ruby and Tilly give each other when Anne mentions Diana won’t be joining them.

-THIS MUSIC IS MY FAVORITE MUSIC IN THE SERIES. It’s the hot air balloon music except layered with more instruments.

-I called the freedom of speech AHHHH Good on Josie for taking a stand. Anne smiling at Gilbert reminds me once again of the time they saved Ms. Stacy

-The minister only tries to take boards from the girls.

-That photograph is absolutely going to come back.

-I love the growth of Rachel and Marilla. Rachel crying because this has an impact on her. That proud look matthew gives Marilla for speaking up.

-Also like how did Gilbert rip that paper so perfectly it’s so hard.

-the last frame of this scene is the cigar smoking guy really why didn’t I see this coming the first time

-I love that they have Prissy and Josie talking.

-Also while I perpetually wish we’d seen more of Muriel/Anne that hug was everything.

-Ah I’d missed Gilbert staring longingly at Anne. While he clearly has feelings this season there haven’t been any moments of him just watching her in awe.

-where is this music on the porch from I’ve heard it before someone help

-the spelling. The throwback. The glances of longing. THE MOONLIGHT. The realization they work together well and care about each other deeply and have run out of “misunderstandings”

-Anne did nothing wrong here, as far as she knows, he’s dating Winnie. BUT I am glad we have finally visibly seen Gilbert looking conflicted about there being two girls. And he couldn’t drink his tea.

-They really stole the printing press. I guess the title was “a strong effort of the spirit of good” which fails both in Frankenstein and I guess now also here

-the music overlay is the same as when Anne comes back from Charlottetown terrified of the grifters and grabs marillas hand in 2x03

-really they burned the schoolhouse? Do we have time for this?

#awae spoilers #anne with an e spoilers #anne shirley cuthbert #long post warning #feel free to add things

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cptn-stvngrntrgrs · 5 years

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if you're still accepting prompts, I might have an idea that could be fun to write. A newly recruited agent curious about capwidow if they're a couple or not + two children running around suddenly around the compound and finds out theyre capwidow's children.

hello anon! thanks for the prompt – you’re right, THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE!! i got carried away and the fic became longer than i thought it would be. hopefully this is what you were looking for!

Title: you just have to be at the wrong place and wrong time

Relationship: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanoff

Summary:

A newly recruited SHIELD agent can’t help but to think there’s more to Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers’ relationship as Avengers.

post-Endgame, based off my post-Endgame HC (where Nat is very much alive) that they eventually build SHIELD back up, with Hill as the director and Steve and Nat are still involved in it somehow. and they have a family. and sam babysits for them

Also on AO3!

“All of you are here because you advanced from the most rigorous process of recruitment - the one that ultimately tested your physical and mental capabilities,” Natasha said, addressing the 15 new SHIELD recruits in front of her. “However difficult that experience may have been, that is the easiest thing you’ll ever had to go through here. It will only get harder from now on,” she raised her eyebrows at them, scanning all their faces - which remained passive.

“Now, as your commanding officer, I expect all of you to always be on your best behavior,” she continued. “This means I expect nothing but the best from all of you. I also do not want to hear anything from anyone that my recruits are misbehaving. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” they answered promptly.

Natasha let a hint of a smile play on her lips. “At ease.”

She watched them change into a laxer position, as did she, and lowered her voice. “Now, as you know, there is another group of new recruits, led by Captain Rogers. In two months, all of you will take another test that would give you the opportunity to level up as an agent.” she declared, already feeling a hype-sort of energy from her team, judging from their smiles and glances at each other.

“I don’t want to pressure you, but,” she let on, and all their eyes snap at her, “for the past two years, not all of the new recruits in my team got this promotion and I wish I can say the same about Steve’s- I mean, Captain Rogers’ group. But I have a good feeling this time around - I think you guys will be the ones to break my unfortunate streak.”

She smirked to herself, a playful gleam in her eyes, as she saw her agents smile to themselves as she dismissed them. She can feel that this will be the team that would finally make her win this year’s bet against Steve. He’s been getting too smug about his 100% pass rate for two years already and it’s about time she changes that.

–

“Hey why do you think Agent Romanoff wants us to beat Captain Rogers’ team? I mean, aren’t we all new SHIELD recruits here?” Paolo Crawford, a member of Natasha’s team, asked his friend.

Avery Steele, also a new recruit but in Steve’s team, just shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe it’s just a friendly competition, you know? I mean, with them being The Avengers and everything, they must be real good friends or something.”

Paolo knitted his brows together, genuinely curious. “But there was something in her eyes when she mentioned Cap’s name…” he trailed off.

Avery blinked at him. “I know you have a habit, but please, please tell me you’re not thinking of what I think you’re thinking.”

“Okay, but hear me out-”

“Paolo, stop! They are our commanding officers, let’s not think too much about it.” Avery scolded, standing up to leave him alone with his sandwich. He just pouted and continued to eat lunch by himself.

–

Well truth be told, Paolo’s been trying to figure out what was up with Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff. If there’s anything between them, that is.

His interest was piqued when he went to his first orientation as a new SHIELD recruit - and the two of them were there to personally assess everyone. After getting over a fanboy moment of being in the same room as two Avengers, Paolo noticed something. The way Steve and Natasha worked together was fascinating.

But like Avery said, they are the Avengers, and most of all, partners. Of course, he expected them to be in sync and coordinated, but seeing it up close was… unreal. One of the things Paolo prides himself on is his meticulous attention to detail, and wow, those were some details he noticed from his commanding officers!

First of all, whenever Natasha would talk or address them, Steve gets this look in his eyes, and some sort of fondness takes over his face, a ghost of a smile always on his lips. It’s as if he’s mesmerized with what she’s saying, despite him for sure hearing it around a hundred times already.

And then there was a demonstration of some sort from the two of them – different types of fighting styles that the new recruits should practice for their assessment. There’s just something about seeing them “fight” in person that Paolo couldn’t take his eyes off – they looked like they’re dancing, with each of them knowing exactly how the other moves. It was truly captivating. But besides that, the way the two of them looked at each other while doing so – Natasha’s smirks and Steve’s smug grins – was just a tad bit too flirty to be platonic, in Paolo’s most honest opinion.

Well. If there isn’t anything but partnership between Rogers and Romanoff, Paolo can’t say he’s not disappointed. That would be a serious waste of chemistry.

–

A month and a half passed quickly, and suddenly, the acceleration assessment is only two weeks away. All the new recruits are feeling the pressure and the exhaustion from trainings and drills. Their schedule is packed with different kinds of things every day, right from the moment they wake up. They only get an hour and a half lunch breaks, and dismissal at 6pm.

This particular Friday, exactly two weeks from the assessment, all 30 new recruits just seemed so defeated by lunch time that Steve took Natasha aside to talk about them.

“Nat, we should give them the rest of the day off. Let them have an early start to their weekend,” he said, moving out of earshot from the common room by turning to a corner.

“Hmmm, I guess they’re still recovering from their full-day drill yesterday,” Natasha winced at the memory. They set out a field with targets, traps, fake shooters – the works – so the recruits can experience what the assessment will be like. They all did well, which was great, but she has to admit, even she got tired from just watching them.

“And that will also give us the rest of the day off,” Steve reminded her, grinning as he put his hands on her hips.

She smirked, “Oh? Got plans, Rogers?”

“I might have a few.”

“Okay, well, let’s actually dismiss them before we start your plan and forget about them,” she chuckled, standing on her tip toes to swiftly peck his lips. His grin got wider when he turned around and she slapped his ass as he was walking back.

“Hey guys,” Natasha tried not to roll her eyes at the way Steve addressed the room. Okay, she knows it’s lunch and they’re bringing good news, but this guy is just so nice to them. It’s always like Good Cop, Bad Cop with them – she can tell that the recruits fear her, out of respect of course, but she can also tell that they adore Steve. Well, who wouldn’t?

“We know you had a tough day yesterday and this morning,” he continued, everyone’s eyes fixed on them. “So, Agent Romanoff and I decided to let you guys go early today. You’re dismissed when you’re done with lunch. See you all on Monday!” he ended with a bright smile, which was received with applause and cheers from everyone.

Steve turned around to smirk at Natasha, who just shook her head at him, and placed a hand behind her back as they turned and made their way back to the elevators. Once she was certain no one was behind them, she snaked her arm around Steve’s waist and slipped her hand in the back pocket of his jeans.

–

“Avery I’m telling you, they’re together, together!” Paolo all but hysterically screamed at his friend after telling her to meet him out that night.

After getting dismissed by their COs, Paolo was going to catch the elevator back up to his quarters to take a nap since he was done eating anyway and he wanted to rest. He was checking his phone as he was walking, not really looking ahead of him since by this time, he practically knows the layout of building by heart. The sound of laughter made him look up – half in curiosity and half in fear – because that was Agent Romanoff’s laugh.

He froze in his step. In front of him were his COs, talking in low voices while very cozily waiting for the elevator.

Feeling like he witnessed something he shouldn’t, he swiftly turned the corner and just hoped that neither of them saw him. It’s not like he’s stalking them – he really isn’t – but he’s sure Agent Romanoff won’t appreciate him seeing that.

Taking a deep breath, he sprinted for the stairs on the side and decided to go through there instead, not really wanting to chance the elevator. He didn’t stop running up the stairs until he reached the floor of his room and shut himself in.

After hearing this from his, Avery tried very hard to push it aside, but she has to admit, even she’s getting intrigued. She sighed and swirled her drink with her fingertip.

“Interesting. I’ve been hearing some, well, gossip about Captain Rogers. You know, from other recruits…”

“And…?” Paolo prompted.

Avery spoke after taking a sip of her drink. “Well, they also have suspicions on him being with Agent Romanoff,” Paolo’s eyes widened, but she continued talking, “though the two of them are known to be best friends, so it might really be just how they are with each other,” she added with a shrug.

Paolo pouted. “I just want to know the truth,” he sighed and downed his drink. Avery looked at him with something akin to pity in her eyes.

“Why don’t you just go ask them? Agent Romanoff seems to really like you, she might want to chat with her favorite recruit.”

“Do you really think I’m her favorite?” Paolo asked cheekily, to which Avery rolled her eyes fondly at. “And no way! That’s just wrong in so many levels!”

“I don’t know what to tell you then.”

–

Paolo decided to come back to the HQ that night to get some workout and training in. Although he’s grateful for having the rest of the day off, he felt… guilty somehow that he didn’t feel worked out enough. Besides, the gym and most of the compound should be empty given it’s a Friday night – most are either out and about or too tired to be up. Before heading to the gym, he went to the kitchen first to get some water.

When he got in, there were two children – a girl and a boy – sitting on one of the tables, drawing on a piece of paper, and a sandwich and juice box in front of them. Paolo stared at the two, not quite comprehending what he was seeing. As far as he was concerned, there were no children living at SHIELD’s HQ, nor are random children randomly permitted to be there. SHIELD doesn’t start them young… right? No, no, no. That can’t be.

As if sensing that someone was staring, the boy – which looks older of the two – smiled and waved at him. He has golden-blond hair and a toothy grin, and he somehow looks familiar although Paolo was certain he’s never seen this child before. The little girl with him, noticing he was looking at someone, looked up and mimicked the boy – waving and smiling at Paolo as well. She has strawberry-blonde hair, as if the two colors are mixed together to get that shade.

Huh.

Not wanting to seem like a creep, he smiled back at them and gave a little wave, turning to the fridge to get a bottle of water. He still can’t fathom who those children are and what they were doing at SHIELD!

He was about to speak out and talk to them when someone beat him to it.

“Hey… what are you guys doing here?”

Crap. That was Captain Rogers’ voice.

Paolo couldn’t see him from where he was standing at the fridge and he stood very still, not wanting to move nor show himself if possible. But he knows it’s not because he hears footsteps approaching the tables – his way – and knows Steve will see him very soon.

“Uncle Sam brought us here because he said Auntie Maria called him to come here and that you and mommy are here too!” the boy babbled on.

Hold on.

Uncle Sam and Auntie Maria??? The Falcon – Sam Wilson and Director Hill – Maria Hill? You and mommy??? These are the Captain’s children???

The Captain has kids??? Is he married??? The only quarters in this part of the HQ are Steve’s and Natasha’s – who else could be here? The little girl has more of a red hair than blonde-

Paolo’s brain was going a hundred miles a minute. He’s trying to process what was happening around him like it’s a bunch of puzzle pieces that he has to put together.

“Your uncle’s here?” he heard Steve ask again, voice louder, indicating he’s almost to where Paolo was at. In an attempt to hide himself, he opened the door of the fridge and stared at it, like he’s watching the most fascinating movie while scanning its contents. They have an awful lot of milk and cheese, he noticed.

“Yeah!” he heard the boy exclaim. “Where’s mommy?”

“Well your mom and I…” Steve trailed off, his voice right behind Paolo, no doubt catching sight of him. “Agent Crawford?” he asked, voice laced with confusion. Paolo’s hand on the milk carton froze and he almost dropped the bottle of water he was holding.

He spun a very clumsy 180 degrees, feeling heat creep up into his neck. Said Captain was only wearing a robe and pajamas. And his hair was in disarray. Oh. He’s hoping that he doesn’t look like the tomato he just saw inside the fridge.

“Yes, Captain?” he really hoped his voice was steady to Steve’s ears because it sure as hell didn’t for him.

“What are you doing here this late on a Friday night?” Steve asked, smiling at him. He didn’t look mad – if anything, he looked surprised and amused. “Isn’t everyone else out? Or you know, resting?”

Paolo nodded. “Yes, Captain. I just thought I needed more training and I was going to work out down there,” he pointed downwards, as if Steve could see the gym from underneath his finger.

Steve let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, Agent Crawford. Get some rest. Nat, uh, I mean, Agent Romanoff is very happy with your performance. Trust me.”

Before Paolo could respond, the little boy tugged on Steve’s arm. “Daddy, I’m sleepy,” he pouted. Steve laughed and mussed up his hair.

“James, Mommy has to stay here tonight. If you want, I can go home with you two and she’ll come home tomorrow. Or… just sleep in Mommy and I’s bed here for tonight.” Steve explained.

Paolo knows this is a personal moment and he’s basically been dismissed by Steve which means he should probably leave. But alas, he felt frozen in his spot, still holding onto the fridge’s door and peering inside it while stealing glances at the three.

“With mommy!!!” the little girl squealed out. Steve grinned and leaned down to pick the little girl up in his arms. The boy – James, it seems – nodded and stood up.

“Crawford,” Paolo’s head snapped up to meet Steve’s eye, “like I said. Nat likes you, and that’s no easy feat. Take it easy. Though don’t let her know about this,” he winked, a mischievous smile on his lips. And with the girl on his right arm, Steve held out his left hand for James to hold on to.

“Y-yes, Captain.” He answered. Steve nodded and walked with the two to the elevator, finally leaving Paolo alone to slump on the floor.

Well at least his question was answered.

But what did he mean by not letting her know about “this”? That Steve told him he was her favorite or that he found out about their family?

Huh. So, Black Widow and Captain America really is a thing. And they have children. Paolo shook his head and smiled to himself. At least he shipped the right couple. He stood up and walked to his quarters. Although he was dying to tell Avery about it, the moment between him and Captain Rogers felt so… personal that he knew he can’t just talk to other people about that. Not without the consent of either of them – he knew it wasn’t his place nor his story to tell.

–

The day after the recruits’ assessments was a very tense one. The two groups were told to meet their COs first thing in the morning to learn about their results.

Steve and Natasha stood before the 30 anxious faces of the recruits, holding a piece of paper with the results. They shared a glance before Steve spoke up.

“First of all, I want to tell everyone: good job on your assessment. We were very pleased with the results.”

“Yes, I have to say, each and every one of you exceeded our expectations,” Natasha continued, to which she was met with shocked faces.

Steve observed the recruits and let out a chuckle, looking at Natasha and raising an eyebrow. The corners of her lips lifted, and she nodded. “To answer the question in your minds: Yes. All of you are now Level 2 agents. Congratulations.” He smiled and clapped his hands, which was followed by cheering and clapping from the newly-appointed agents.

After a while of celebrating, Natasha put her hand up, to which they silenced as she began to talk. “Now, as my group knows, this is the first time in two years that I had a hundred percent pass rate. Well, Captain Rogers and I have this bet – if one of us achieves that perfect rate, we’d owe the other a dare. Since we both achieved that this year, then we both owe each other a dare.” She heard the crowd go “Oooooo” and smirked.

Steve looked at her, puzzled. Natasha stared back at him and grinned. “And I want to redeem my dare right now.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh? What might that dare be?”

“Kiss me.“

Silence.

The agents looked at each other, shocked. Did they hear that correctly?

Steve stared at Natasha, blinking slowly, as if she might as well have told him that she was Loki in disguise.

“Come on, Rogers, you heard me,” Natasha prompted, crossing her arms over her chest and raised a challenging eyebrow at him.

The agents are looking at them back-and-forth, like it was a movie unfolding. It took Steve a while to recover. He stood up straighter and smiled at her. “Why, do you want to make our new agents uncomfortable?” he asked, putting his hands on her waist. She let out a laugh and shook her head.

“I’m actually aiming for the opposite.” She unfolded her arms to hold onto his shirt, standing on her toes to meet Steve’s lips as he leaned down. Gasps and Awwwws erupted from the group as their lips met, which made Natasha smile as she playfully bit Steve’s lower lip before pulling away.

She turned back to the agents, waiting for someone bold enough to ask them the question. One brave soul in the back raised her hand. Natasha nodded and the agent spoke up.

“So, does that mean you and Captain Rogers are dating?”

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. The agents looked puzzled. All but one.

“Agent Crawford, you didn’t tell them?”

All eyes snapped to Paolo, who almost jumped at the mentioned of his name. “N-no, ma’am,” he merely squeaked out, feeling flushed at getting singled out. Steve gave him a thumbs up in return. From the other group, he saw Avery shooting him a looking that’s half-glaring, half-confusion.

“Nice work. I appreciate that.” Natasha told him. “No, Steve and I aren’t dating. We’re married.”

“And we have two kids,” Steve added, smiling at everyone. They stared at them, speechless. Who would’ve guessed?

“You might be wondering why we’re telling you this now,” Natasha spoke up after a few seconds of silence. “Now that all of you have Level 2 Clearance, we can tell you this and you’ll also be seeing more of SHIELD, like getting access to more places in the HQ and such. This is just a heads up that you might see our kids, James and Sarah, roaming around. They’re usually in the higher floors and lounges so if you see them, don’t freak out. They’re used to this environment so please just say hi or something.”

“So,” Steve clapped his hands together, “that’s all for now. Once again, congratulations. We may not be your direct CO anymore, but feel free to chat if you see any of us. We’re here as your mentors to support you. Dismissed.”

–

“How dare you not tell me!” Avery whispered a bit loudly at Paolo while they were in the newly-accessible lounge.

“Captain’s orders.” Paolo grinned sheepishly, waving at the little kids who just entered the room accompanied by their father. Steve caught his eye and winked at him.

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firebirdsdaughter · 5 years

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Hmmm…

… I wonder if Yua was supposed to just have AIMS scrap Horobi and didn’t, for some reason… Interestingly, Over-Time translated Isamu’s line as ‘you were poking at him’ while Genm Corp translated it as ‘we [AIMS itself, presumably, rather than him] were fiddling around w/ it’… Presumably he’s referring to repairs, and it’s not a huge difference whether it was Yua or just generally AIMS that did so, but… Curious. I guess they were maybe trying to find out what made him go homicidal and hoped repairs would give them access or something, but maybe that failed.

All in all, I don’t think Yua was ‘supposed’ to just leave him w/ AIMS, in particular Isamu. I don’t think that Gai necessarily cared to specifically order her to see Horobi destroyed, but he may have intended for her to do that. Though I do hope him deliberately pausing to step on Horobi’s chest indicates a past w/ them, I think he considers Horobi to have served his purpose and no longer cares what happens (which could come back to bite him, and I hope it will). This, I guess could be Yua’s way of trying to give Isamu some closure after everything that happened—which makes her being smacked w/ Gai’s reveal that he was the root cause of Daybreak all the more rough, bc she knows very well how that effected Isamu, and I think was hoping he’d find some sort of peace from it now…

Meanwhile, Isamu’s starting to question his outlook. Obviously, he’s not going to just flip a one eighty, but… He’s actually looking at the state Horobi is in and taking the time to think. I think he was building up MetsubouJinrai and esp Horobi as some sort of… I dunno, big, dramatic… Thing, in his mind, and now… For all, in a way, I think he recognises them more than even Aruto does, Ismau’s not quite the level of thinking of HumaGear as ‘people,’ which is why I think he was saying a ‘pile of scrap metal,’ but… He finally comes face to face w/ what he believes to have been the architect of his trauma, finally apparently overcomes it, and… It’s just not right. I feel like Isamu’s getting the sense that there’s something wrong here. Bc this ‘big enemy’ that he’s built up, this threat is… Now just a broken, shutdown robot. It’s not quite pity, but… But he’s shifting. I think he’s starting to wonder just how this happened.

I still think Isamu’s a better person to interact w/ Horobi bc, well, we all know how Horobi and Aruto piss each other off, but also… I dunno. I have a strong suspicion that, if anyone can understand Horobi’s mindset, it’s Isamu, the one who has also spent all those years consumed by hate and anger. And I also still think Isamu will be better able to accept/understand a certain aspect of singularity that I think Aruto doesn’t quite get, which is that it’s merely about AI evolving beyond human understanding, in the same way that the details of the human mind are. I think, as I’ve said before, that Isamu is better able to accept the concept of self-aware HumaGears still having the capacity to change and grow, that they have an equal capacity for good and bad, and that what their predominant mindset is upon awakening is about what drove them to wake up, but that it’s not the be all and end all. All Aruto did when learning about how Jin was only fighting bc it was all he knew, was how he was raised, was lament ‘why couldn’t you have been different’ and then destroyed him. Isamu, going by the ep 17 preview, is actually going to be confronting and debating and arguing w/ Horobi, which I think is a key difference. It’s not that Isamu likes HumaGear, he doesn’t, but… I think esp w/ Horobi, there’s a weird respect/recognition there. Isamu holds Horobi accountable for his actions, shouts and tries to argue w/ him, like he has w/ every other HumaGear, w/ only Raiden fighting back. I still think Aruto’s sympathies and definition of ‘good’ in HumaGear are still very rooted on whether they benefit humans, and he still doesn’t quite understand the potential he talks about. I think he could have talked Jin down if he’d questioned further, if he’d shown respect and recognition for the fact that Jin had become self aware, and still had the potential to change. Jin was already incredibly advanced at processing and acting and responding. Like I said in a previous salt post, imagine if Aruto had kept pressing, if he’d eventually discovered the cause of Jin’s grief, offered to help fix Horobi and find a way to work together. But he didn’t. He couldn’t seem to grasp that HumaGear don’t stop evolving and learning. If anything, he taught Jin that even if a human espouses wanting peace w/ HumaGear, they’ll still just destroy one that goes against their perceptions for any reason, that they still don’t see HumaGear as thinking equals. Aruto probably could have reasoned w/ Jin—maybe it would have taken a while, but he could have. But… It’s like, he talks about seeing them as people, but in the end didn’t treat Jin like one. Isamu, on the other hand, hates and fears HumaGear, but… He tries to fight w/ them, he tries to engage. When he has Horobi, who, as far as he knows, caused all his trauma, right in front of him, his first thought isn’t ‘if only you’d been different’ it’s ‘this is who you are right now and this is who I’m going to engage w/.’ He doesn’t think ‘we should reset/remake you and ‘correct your learning’ (ugh, that wording pisses me off),’ he thinks ‘I am going to fight and debate with you as who you are.’ He wants to argue, to hold Horobi accountable. I don’t think he’s thinking ‘I can change your views,’ but he’s giving more validity to Horobi’s mind and ability to think than Aruto gave to Jin’s. More respect.

It’s part of why I think it’d be stronger to have Isamu be the human who get through to Horobi. They’re foils. Isamu treats Horobi more like an equal, imo, than Aruto treated Jin. Like an equal he hates and wants revenge on, but more of an equal. He doesn’t expect HumaGear to be naturally kind and benevolent, and never has. He’s more ready to accept them having darker sides and thoughts and feelings etc. I can’t deny that I also get a smug little feeling about the possibility of such a feat kind of throwing in Aruto’s face that he didn’t need to destroy Jin, by proving that HumaGear aren’t bound to what they learn upon their first singularity. Maybe even something where Horobi can look at him and ask why Isamu, who was traumatised by HumaGear during Daybreak, who hated Horobi above all, can look at him [Horobi] and consider things, can actually recognise him and confront him and spare him long enough to actually talk to him—but Aruto, w/ all his speeches and love for HumaGear, concluded so quickly to just kill Jin, who he had just learned was a child raised into this conflict, all while going on about wanting HumaGear and humans to ‘smile’ together. Why did Aruto, the supposed sympathiser, conclude that Jin, a child just following someone else’s wishes, deserved to die while Isamu, who hates HumaGear, could conclude that Horobi, who was giving the orders and possibly the most willing villain, should have at least a chance to live?

It’s weird, and hard to explain, and this turned into salt w/out meaning to. I may post the top part again w/out all this stuff, so people who don’t want to deal w/ all this rambling don’t have to. It’s just… I feel like it’s an interesting comparison. Aruto loves and sympathises w/ and supports HumaGear, but can’t seem to accept that they might develop thoughts other than exclusive benevolence to humanity. Doesn’t… Quite understand that ‘self-awareness’ isn’t just some ‘final true nature’ if that makes sense, but something that means they’ve evolved beyond human understanding in the same way that the actual subtleties of the human nature are beyond understanding. Like… Like he can’t accept HumaGear who vary from his ‘ideal’ of what they are to the point that he can’t understand that, just like humans, self-aware HumaGear are still changing. Isamu, meanwhile, hates and fears HumaGear and is trigger happy up the wazoo, but… He… He ‘sees’ them better, if that makes sense? He doesn’t expect them to be unquestioningly benevolent towards humans all the time, bc he never thought they were. He treats them the same way he treats other humans he doesn’t like. I wouldn’t say he quite considers them people or anything (he is shifting in his views and it was partially Aruto who prompted that), but he gives more respect to their capacity as people for both good and bad than Aruto seems to. Aruto’s sympathy is rooted in how they benefit humans. Isamu never thought they were a benefit, but while he’s not sympathetic… He almost recognises them as people more than Aruto does.

None of this makes sense, I know. I’m sorry.

#Firebird Salt #I'm sorry it's hard to explain #I know the cultural implications #like how it's about being part of the society #but what's bugging me is that I think they COULD have reached Jin and brought him back into society #Jin was so special as a HumaGear made by another HumaGear #not made to serve humans #yes he was made to destroy humans #but he wasn't programmed like that he was RAISED #imagine if he had been human #I bet Aruto would've pressed more there'd've been trying to talk him down #a self-aware HumaGear should be clarified as being the same as a human #still constantly learning and changing #I'm really kinda hoping Horobi gets to confront Aruto and be like 'you talk about wanting us to live in harmony but you destroyed my son'#'who was not responsible for this and just doing what I and the ark told him'#'how is that sympathising w/ us and respecting our singularities?'

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I definitely understand how you feel about Splendore. I have some different opinions myself...I actually consider Avaricia good, but the weakest of Hikaru's songs so far. And don't get me started on my favorite/least favorite Kalafina songs! Rougher is a good way of putting it. Her voice doesn't sound clear and sharp, but it's definitely not from her singing. Honestly, it doesn't make things any worse, though. About her singing itself, I heard her do a lot of those rougher high notes in [1/3]

the Kalafina days. I think it’s because her voice has dropped with age, and those high C notes like in ARIA or Splendore are at the edge of her range. It’s just my own interpretation/theory, but those moments sound like she has to shout in order to reach those highs. I can sympathize! I’m sure some people would talk about bad technique etc, but I really don’t have any idea about those things. All I know is that Hikaru’s been singing (from what I recall, her mother practically forced her [2/3] into it) since she was a child, so I trust that even if she’s not using the best technique right now, she’ll be able to move past it and improve further, as Wakana did. Anyway, I’m really happy for her as well right now. My own personal taste corresponds more closely to her music than to what Wakana released in her solo album (though I enjoyed that as well) and what’s more, it makes me so glad to see the amount of people excited and supportive of her new career in the Youtube comments. [3/3]

Hi there!

Once again an apology is in order. This reply is super late. Sorry to have kept you waiting. Without furher ado, let’s get to your message.

Quite a bit of time has passed since my last post about Splendore and by now the chorus has really grown on me, it’s probably still my least favourite H-el-ical// song but I do enjoy listening to it once in a whil (especially in the morning when I am on my way to work.) It’s not a song I can listen to in the evening or at night though.

I have noticed that often my opinion differs from that of other fans. Maybe it’s because I have a very weird/unique taste, I don’t know. But yeah, if I had to rank the H-el-ical// songs 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

Avaricia (I am quite surprised at myself that I like this song so much because I am really not a huge fan of the verses. But for some reason the chorus is very appealing to me. This is also the only song I can listen to on repeat and by repeat I mean for hours on end)

pulsation

Splendore

As for Hikaru’s voice. I wanna say that it has undergone some changes which I guess is only natural for someone who has been singing for such a long time. But then again, I feel like Hikaru’s voice has always been very fluent, it’s been in a state of constant change ever since the get-go. That’s why it sounds wrong to me to say that her voice is completely different to what it used to be. For me her voice has never been THIS or THAT, it has always been this, that, and the other. I am honestly not sure if her voice has dropped that much throughout the years, if it has gotten more nasal or if she has more trouble controlling it in certain situations. If you ask me she has always had multiple issues but depending on the circumstances, they were either very apparant or practically non-existent. She has been singing higher and lower parts for ages, sometimes she nailed them and other times it was quite messy. Her nasality occasionally worked in her favour, other times it really wasn’t all that flattering. While she seems to have trouble with higher parts in certain songs she somehow manages to sing the Hanae parts in “oblivious” which by her own account is something she wouldn’t have been able to do in the past. All of these things make me wonder what exactly is going on with Hikaru’s voice...but I am in no way qualified to analyse it in detail...nor do I wish to do that if I am being honest...I think it could just be a lack of intensive vocal training. It seems like that’s something that has been very much neglected during the Kalafina years. Maybe Hikaru is just as clueless as Wakana when it comes to the facets of her own voice. We know that Wakana is doing lots of voice training these days, I think Hikaru would profit from that as well.

Either way, just like you I am confident that she will eventually figure out how to use her voice in the best possible way. For the time being she should just enjoy doing what she wants, I am certainly not rushing her. As long as she is happy I am happy. She has my support no matter what.

Hmmm, I wonder where you got the idea that Hikaru’s mother practically forced her into a music career...? In all of Hikaru’s interviews that I have read and listened to there is really nothing that would indicate such a thing. Quite the contrary actually, she has always been by Hikaru’s side, supporting her through all kinds of hardships. She might have pushed her to keep going and she was definitely very strict in her upbringing methods but I never got the impression that she forced her into anything. After all, it was always Hikaru who was quite adamant about becoming a singer. If Hikaru hadn’t been so stubborn in that regard her mother wouldn’t have worked so hard at getting Hikaru where she wanted to be.

I am more partial to Wakana’s music but that‘s mostly because I am a ballad-girl. Plus, I have always been into “classical” voices. It was definitely Wakana who first got me interested in Kalafina’s music. But I love Hikaru to pieces and so far I have been really enjoying her songs. I can’t wait for them both to experiment and prosper.

#kalafina #reply #hikaru #helical #splendore #Anonymous #H-el-ical//

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Tagged by: @grelleswife Thanks for the tag! ^^

Author name: I go by Bemused Writer pretty consistently now! In the past I went by Sky Falls and Elisabetta Avalone as well in the early 2000s on FF.Net. Bemused Writer became my default by accident if I’m completely honest and it’s because of Tumblr. XD Eventually I figured it would be nice if people could easily recognize my works, so there it is!

Fandoms you write for: At the moment I’m mostly writing for Vanitas no Carte but I’ve written for several fandoms including Pandora Hearts, Voltron, Dragon Age, Good Omens, Blackwell series, etc. In the past I wrote for Death Note, Harry Potter, Naruto, and Fullmetal Alchemist (this was back in the FF.Net days; most of those aren’t online anymore, alas). I’d actually like to write for those fandoms again someday, but for now I’m focusing on my in progress stories. ^^

Where you post: AO3, FF.Net, and Dreamwidth primarily. AO3 updates the fastest.

Most popular oneshot: Based off of the kudos count on AO3 it’s basically a tie between two oneshots: Earth Is Where the Heart Is (Good Omens) at 97 kudos and Trust (Banana Fish) at 94.

Earth Is Where the Heart Is was my take on what things would be like if Crowley really had been the archangel Raphael before he fell and what his time in Heaven would have been like and how his friendship with Aziraphale and Lucifer developed.

Trust was a look at what might have happened if Eiji had taken Ash up on his offer to “come alone next time” and visit him in prison. That makes it sound kind of ominous, but it was mostly fluffy with a bit of angst (it’s Banana Fish, so...).

I think it’s interesting that my most popular oneshots aren’t even remotely related to the fandoms I write for most. XD

Most popular multichap: The reigning champion for this is still Change On the Horizon (Vanitas no Carte) with 116 kudos. I did this as a multichapter fic for the 2018 VaNoé week. It was a series of loosely connected stories showing the development of Vanitas and Noé‘s relationship from friends to possibly something more. I tried especially hard on this one to keep everyone in character and I feel pretty good about how it turned out. My personal favorite chapters were “Wearing Each Other’s Clothes,” “Face Holding,” “Ice Skating,” and the free day, which I used for “Rooftop Dance.”

Favourite story: Ahh, now that is a tough one. It’s often whatever I’ve written most recently. XD However! There are a few that have stayed with me, possibly because they truly reflected something I wished for in fandom most:

The Descent (Vanitas no Carte/Diablo AU) - I wrote this one so quickly; it just flowed out of my fingers. It was a very cheery kind of mania. XD Diablo is a game I’ve played since I was a kid, so getting to revisit that and write the characters in a new environment where everything is so different was a great deal of fun. I really liked having just three characters to focus on (Noé, Vanitas, and Jeanne) and how they related to one another through such difficult times. I’m working on the sequel right now as well and while it has a different tone, I’m enjoying that one, too. ^^

Dealing with Monsters (Vanitas no Carte) - I don’t write from Vanitas’s perspective as much as I do Noé’s but this time I did as I explored a possible past for him. This was another one that just poured out.

Starting Over (Blackwell series) - This is probably the smallest fandom I’ve written for to date as far as AO3 popularity goes. But this story means a great deal to me simply because of how much I love Rosa and Joey. I write a lot of romance in my stories, but pure friendship and devotion still remains one of my favorite relationships to see depicted and I believe that’s what these two had. In terms of writing I also feel like I really captured their voices and I am proud of that. It was also pretty cathartic considering the actual events of the game. 8D

What Once Was (Dragon Age) - I always thought it was implied in DA2 that Merrill cared a great deal for the Warden, but that doesn’t often get explored in fandom or in the game itself either. In this story, I explore how she joined her clan, how she the met the Warden, and how she may have felt for Mahariel.

Story you were most nervous to post: Hmmm, no specific story, but I’m always a little concerned about posting things that are a little more explicit in any regard whether it’s violence or sexuality. As such, I probably rate things a little higher than they merit, but better safe than sorry.

How you pick your titles: I am the worst with titles. If I could just entitle everything “A Story about X” I probably would XD Instead, I usually attempt to name it after a theme present in the story.

Do you outline? For chapter stories, often. How detailed the outline is depends on the kind of story. Whether or not I follow that outline is something else entirely, but the outline helps get the ideas flowing and then I know if something needs to be moved around, removed entirely, or if there’s an entire arc that needs to be added a little bit better.

Having said that, I have definitely started stories without any outline, added one later, and all that jazz, so it’s a mixed bag. XD

Complete stories: According to AO3 I have 30 completed stories. Most of these are oneshots, of course.

In Progress: I currently have 8 in progress. Two of these are meta-based, so there’s a little less urgency there. As such, I’d say 6 in-progress stories proper.

Coming Soon: I have about three stories planned for The Untamed! I also have chapters for the in-progress stories planned! I just ... need time to write and edit! 8D

Having said that, the next chapter for The Red Streets of Paris is currently at nearly 4k (woo!) and the combined word count for The Untamed stories is nearly at 7,500 words.

Prompts: I’m not totally sure I follow what this one is asking? But if it’s asking whether I take prompts the answer is not at this point in time. I already have way too many ideas I want to explore and several stories I need to wrap up. Attempting anything more would be too much. XD

Upcoming story you are most excited for: Right now I’m looking forward to finishing up a oneshot for The Untamed that explores what Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian discussed in The Silent Room after their revelations. I’m also looking forward to a multi-chapter story going over their adventures once they reunite. It will feature illness, curses, WWX defending LWJ, and a lot of chaos, so I think it will be fun. 8D

Five authors: I will tag @ineverywordandsong, @thecryoftheseagulls, @bagel-san, @descendant-of-truth, and @skylights422 if any of you would like to give this a go. ^^

#Bemused's post #fanfic update #vanitas no carte #the untamed #blackwell series #dragon age #banana fish #good omens #long post #Tagging for the stories I've written and planned #Basically it's tagged for the fandoms that actually got talked about here XD

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minty-fresh-21 · 6 years

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Boy in the Dog Park (Ch.2)

Summary: “Hello listeners! The local police station asked me to remind all of you out of the roads tonight that, here in Gainesville, we believe in a speed limit of 19 miles an hour. If you go 20, well, you’re going to jail.”

Gainesville is a strange town. Virgil should fit right in.

Now if only Virgil could figure that out. Luckily, he’s got three friends, and maybe eventually something more, to help him along.

Warnings: Non human characters, Past violence, non descriptive violence

Chapter Title: The Second Meeting

Chapter Summary: In which having a nice conversation does not go as well as the pariceipencts would have liked, and Patton ships Viremy

Words: 3227

Need to Catch Up? Previous/Next Also posted on AO3

They were back at the park again. This time there was a chill in the air, and all three of them were wearing their Midwinter Festival sweaters. Logan had protested that ‘it wasn't even All Hallows Eve yet.’ Patton just laughed at him while Roman forced the sweater over his head.

None of them mentioned it, but all three of them had an apprehensive air about them. It had been a week since they had met Virgil. Though, Logan thought privately, meeting was a rather strong word for someone running away from you when you tried to introduce yourself.

That Forest had moved away and was now encircling the local library. (All the Librarians were trapped, and there hadn't been any contact with them for three days. They were probably fine. On the other hand, Logan hoped it moved soon, because if it didn't he would be racking up huge late fines, with the amount of books he currently had checked out. No one in Gainesville liked late fees. No one. Hiring demons from the underworld as your librarians probably was not the library director’s smartest idea.)

Patton had told them yesterday that he was going to the Park with Blue again tomorrow. He hadn’t asked them to come this time, but they dragged themselves out of bed to tag along with him anyways. (Both Roman and Logan had quietly agreed that Patton’s habit of getting up so early was outrageous.)

Patton was the one who finally brought up the topic they were all thinking about. “Do you think he’ll be here?” Before Logan could reply, a voice interrupted

“Hmmm, Gurl, Probab-!”

Roman reacted as dramatically (as usual) to Remy sneaking up on them, shrieking loudly. “MOTHER-”

“FATHER!” Patton quickly cut him off. “Now you!” he squealed, pointing at Logan.

“BROTHER!”

Remy paused, raising an eyebrow at the three of them. “Y’all are insane.”

Logan chuckled internally, and nodded. You would probably have to be crazy to survive in this town, anyways. “That’s fair.”

“Where did you even come from?” Roman gasped, still recovering from his shock.

“I’m a minor chaos god. I can teleport.”

“...”

“Well anyways Patton, how’s your garden going?”

As Patton happily rambled about how his chrysanthemums were coming along, Logan subtly leaned over to Roman.

“What did he mean? He’s not actually a god, right?”

Roman looked affronted, hissing back at him. “What the hell, Logan? Don’t you know it’s rude to question someone’s mortality status? Why would anyone lie about that?”

Logan blinked, sitting back in his original position, suitably chastised. “Ah, my apologies, we didn't really have, uh, that, where I come from.”

Roman’s face softened, and he nodded, straightening back up as well. Though Patton continued to chat with Remy, Logan and Roman started to scan the edges of the park, attempting to spot Virgil.

All three of them were hoping to see the mysterious Virgil again, for various reasons.

Roman wanted to see the tiny man again, not just because he was adorable, but mostly. Logan wanted to make sure that Virgil was alright. They had startled him badly last week, and he had panicked a little too much to be normal. Patton wanted to apologize to the man, having worried about him all week.

Roman was the one who spotted Virgil first this time. He grinned triumphantly, poking Logan in the side to draw his attention to the approaching figure edging it’s way along the fence.

While Virgil walked over to Holly, who was still on her leash at Remy’s side, Roman and Logan had a quiet squabble where Roman crowded about how he “Saw him first, suck it, Microsoft Nerd!” and Logan glared and hissed back that “It wasn’t a competition, Roman.”

When Virgil reached Remy’s dog, he plopped down on to the ground, glancing up at them warily.

Remy broke off his conversation with Patton to grin down at him with an almost predatory smirk.

“You did show up, how nice!”

Virgil flushed, scowling as he glared adorably up at Remy. Patton let out a small “Awwww…” at the expression.

Ignoring Patton's reactions, though they did cause his cheeks to darken, Virgil quipped back at Remy. “Shut up Rem. No one asked for your opinion.” Logan raised an eyebrow at the odd exchange, but decided that they must have met up at some point between when the three had seen them last week and this saturday, and this was a continuation of a conversation he wasn't privy to.

Remy snorted at Virgil’s response, but turned to introduce Virgil to the three of them formally.

“This is Virgil, as you already know. Vee, this is Patton,” Patton gave the man a brilliant grin, which caused him to blush a beautiful shade of violet. Observing this, Logan to wonder whether Virgil’s blood was a similar shade. “Roman,” Roman gave a dramatic bow to the man sill sitting on the ground next to Holly. “And Logan.” Logan gave a soft nod towards him.

“Salutations.”

Virgil gave them a nod, but didn’t say anything, his spitfire attitude from earlier gone.

“So Kiddo,” Patton began. “I know we gave you quit the scare last week…” He trailed off, not knowing how to proceed without making the apology awkward, but knowing that pausing was only making the situation more awkward. He looked at his boyfriends, growing slightly more panicked as the seconds wore on, hoping one of them would save him from himself.

Logan took pity on Patton and picked up where he left off, deciding to just go to short and simple route, and get straight to the point.

“We started you badly last week, and we wish to offer our apologies for it.”

Virgil offer them another smile, this one more shaky and hesitant. He flushed an even deeper shade of violet.

“It’s okay. I overreacted.”

And awkward silence came over them before Patton realized that standing in the dog park with the dogs on leashes was kind of silly. Blue was tugging on his leash, eager to run. Patton unclipped him, releasing him onto the various squirrels throughout the park.

Remy followed suit, unhooking Holly from her leash and watching her try to catch up to the hyperactive puppy. When Blue took a rather sudden turn, changing course to pursue a particularly chunky squirrel, Holly, doing her best to follow him, managed to perform a spectacular backflip as she lost her footing. A laugh was startled out of Virgil, which in turn, startled the three of them. They hadn't talked with Virgil much yet, but he didn't seem like the laughing type. A snicker wouldn't seem out of place coming out of his mouth, but not a laugh. Yet here he was, giggling, at Holly.

Too cute.

Remy snorted at his dog, then poked at Virgil with his foot. “Go on, go play with the dogs and let the grown ups talk.”

Virgil scowled at him. Then, after a moment of thought, a vicious smirk came over his face that made Logan become wary of what mischief he could be planing. In a few swift movements, Virgil grabbed Remy’s leg from where it was still digging it into Virgil’s side, and gave it a quick yank. Remy yelped and fell back. Before anyone could even react, Virgil was gone, running after the dogs at a speed that was a bit too fast to be human.

Remy, still lying on the ground, sighed. “I’m not sure if I should be angry or not”

“To be fair,” Roman said, “you kind of deserved that.”

~~~

Almost a half hour past with the three making idle chatter between themselves and watching Virgil running around with the dogs. He somehow managed to keep up with Blue, occasionally even out pacing him. At several points, Patton had to gently reach over to shut Logan‘s mouth. (Greyhounds can run up to 43 miles per hour, the fastest human to date had clocked in at only 28 mph, how…?) Virgil finally came back over, painting lightly.

He flopped on the ground, in the same spot he had been sitting in before, next to Remy who had never actually moved from where he had fallen. Logan was half convinced that he was asleep at this point, but was unsure because of the shades that the god was wearing.

Patton happily flummped to the the ground on the other side of Virgil and struck up a conversation.

~~~

Eventually they had all ended up at the ground. Patton was throwing a ball for Blue to chase. Holly, who had worn herself out already, had joined her owner in dozing off. Roman was sprawled out, with his head in Logan’s lap, Logan leaning against the fence of the dog park.

Casual conversation was flowing between them for now. Remy was almost certainly asleep, having started snoring 15 minutes ago. This was the subject of the conversation now, Roman poking fun at him.

“Is he snoring, or trying to start a lawnmower?” He snorted, as a particularly loud sound left Remy.

Virgil laughed, which startled the three once again, still not expecting such a light sound coming from such an emo nightmare.

“No, he snores like that all the time,” Virgil snorted, “especially when he’s sitting up or laying on the ground.”

“How do you know?” Logan’s comment was absent minded, no real purpose to it besides curiosity. He regretted asking when this small smile easily slid of Virgil's face.

~~~

Sometimes, Virgil regretted opening his big stupid mouth. Why did he say that? He was just felt so relaxed with the three, he let slip details that prompted them to ask questions about his past.

Questions he didn't want to answer. Questions that took him right back to when he was sitting in a strange bed with a strange man sitting slumped over next to the bed in a chair. Terrified to move, to make a noise, terrified that he was going to wake up this man. This man who must have healed him, but also must have seen his deformity, the most disgusting part of himself, because he wasn't wearing his jacket and the stranger had seen him and he was going to hurt him, maybe cut off his tentacles, maybe that wouldn't be so bad-

“Virgil, are you okay?”

Oh Damn it. He had zoned out. They probably thought he was a freak now, not they wouldn't have realised it soon anyways because he so stupid and can’t even control his own limbs when he got excited. He-

“Virgil, can you hear me?.”

That was Remy. When did he wake up, did Virgil wake him up? He did, he did, he did. That was bad bad bad bad.

“It’s gonna be okay, Virgil. Do you need to leave?”

Yes, he wanted to leave! Where was he, where-

Where was he? He was outside. Outside, not in a bed.

Outside. There was dirt. Pebbles pressing into his palms and in a flash he was aware of his hoodie still around him. Not in a bed, or a house. Outside.

“Virgil? Can I touch you?”

The dog park. He was at the dog park, with Remy, who wasn't a stranger, not anymore, who would never do those things to him. Remy was safe.

“Yes.” His answer startled himself. He took a shaky breath to steady himself and repeated “Yes, you can touch me.”

Remmy was hesitant at first, reaching out to rub Virgil’s back. Virgil grabbed Remy’s arm and curled into his side where he was crouched next to him. Virgil shivered in his jacket, breathing coming unevenly.

“Remember your breathing, Virgil” Remy murmured still rubbing his back. “One.., Two… Three…” After a while of that, Virgil was calm enough to remember what had started his attack.

He jerked up, spinning around to face the other three sitting next to him, ready to apologize for freaking out- but they weren’t there.

“Virgil? Are you okay?” Remy asked cautiously, his hand stilling on Virgil’s back.

“Where did they go?” Virgil asked “Why-”

“When you started to zone out, they woke me up. Once they saw that I could handle it, they thought they would be better more of a hindrance to than help. And they left to give you some space.”

“Oh.” Virgil let out the breathe he just now realized he was holding. At least his extra limbs hadn’t busted out of the back of his jacket. Now they knew he was a freak, but at least not how much of a freak he was.

Remy was looking at him now, intently peering over the top of his shades. Virgil shuddered slightly when he met him at Remy's inhuman, hypnotic (literally) eyes. It was times like this that Virgil was reminded that Remy was a god.

“You’re not a freak, Virgil.” Virgil started, starkly reminded of how Remy was so good at reading his thoughts. Remy had assured him many times that he couldn't actually read minds, but Virgil still doubted sometimes.

He looked at the ground, using to meet Remy's eyes. “I'm tired.” Closing his eyes, slumping into Remy’s chest. “I'm just tired.”

Thankfully Remy drop it for now, though Virgil had no doubts he would bring it up again later. “I’m going to teleport you to your clearing, close your eyes.” Virgil nodded faintly, and did as instructed.

He felt a faint squeeze, and heard the whispers you hear when you're alone. Remy had teleported him before, and had already warned him to never open his eyes, otherwise the old gods, the ones who lived in the space between where you were and where you were going, who weren't quite as kind as Remy, was would try to tempt him to stay.

Thankfully teleporting didn’t last long at all, and they were soon surrounded by bird song and the sounds of the stream instead of those Whispers. They were inside his tent, though. He could tell because of the still air, instead of the near-constant breeze of the forest. His eyes refused to open now though, the loss of energy from his attack hitting him in full force.

Remy placed him on his sleeping bag and drew back. Virgil was just awake enough to realize that he was going to leave.

The thought of being alone out in the open hit him hard, as it's often did, and he desperately flung out his hand to catch Remy’s sleeve.

“Don't go, please- please.” Remy didn’t reply, but laid next to him, and Virgil relaxed.

He was lulled to sleep by the sound of Remy’s steady breathing, and the sparrow that was singing in the trees.

~~~

When Roman, Patton and Logan got home, Patton squirreled himself away into his bedroom, and tried to forget about the days events by watching the newest episodes of his favorite cartoon, Moon Stories (An animated show about the adventures of one of the moon goddess’ children.) He wasn't very successful.

Roman has brought him lunch at noon, just a ham and mushroom sandwich and some chips, but other than that, no one bothered him, which he was glad for.

At the moment, he could hear Logan and Roman talking in the living room, but didn’t feel like joining them. He flopped onto his messily made bed and flung his arm over his eyes. The events in the dog park had shaken him. Virgil’s blank, stricken face, breathing shallow, not responding to them was seared into his mind.

He felt tears well up in his eyes thinking of how much terror he must have been in. The poor thing was so scared! And they had left him!

Paton wished they could have stayed and comforted him. But they had woken up Remy, who, once he had come to his senses, was quick to help Virgil. They would have made it worse if they had stayed.

Remy was obviously well equipped to help him. If Patton had to guess, he would say that they were more than friends. They were obviously close. Virgil seemed very relaxed in Remy's presence. Logan may have been confused as to why Virgil would have slept with Remy before, but Patton thought it was rather obvious.

The two down stairs had stopped their conversation, and were coming up the stairs now. The lighter set of footsteps headed for Logan's room, while the heavy pair stopped in front of Patton's own door. Patton smiled, as he knew roman was deciding whether or not to disturb him and knock.

Saving him the trouble, Patton stood up and walked over open the door.

"Hey, Ro." Patton flashed him a small smile. "How’re you doing?"

"I'm good Pat. I actually wanted to ask you how you’re feeling. You looked pretty shaken."

Patton shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes. How do you respond to that? He just saw his friend- at least he hoped Virgil was his friend, despite having only met him recently - having a panic attack. That's not something you got over quickly.

Roman let out a breath, not quite a sigh, but close. He swept Patton into a gentle hug, just as much for his comfort as Patton’s

"Next Sunday, if he comes -," Roman broke off, clearing his throat. "When he comes, we can apologize."

"Yes. " Patton smiled a little brighter. He hooked his chin over Romans shoulder. "I could bring him cookies!"

Roman chuckled. "That you can."

"You talked with Logan?" Patton mumbled, the mood lowered again.

"Yes." Roman released another breath, this time it was definitely a sigh. "I think I managed to convince him it wasn't his fault."

Patton nodded as best he could with his chin still hooked over Roman's shoulder.

"And how is he feeling?"

"I don't know. He's closed off again. But I think he just needs some time alone."

Patton hummed sadly. When their relationship had still been in the beginning stages, Logan had a hid a lot his emotions from the two of them, especially his negative emotions. They had been working on open communication, but it seems that Logan had regressed. Their nerd was a genius, but he struggled with emotions and social cues.

"Well," Patton let out of breath, blowing his bangs out of his face. "Remy is good for Virgil, at least."

Roman hummed, nuzzling into Patton's hair. "We can't just assume that they're together, Patton."

Patton's finally broke the hug and flopped back onto the bed. "We can't just ask him either, though. We don't want a repeat of today."

Roman fell onto the bed next to him, spreading himself out dramatically. "It's not our business, really, but if you're that curious, ask Remy. He might give you a straight answer."

"Yeah..." Patton trailed off tiredly." I just feel terrible about scaring him so badly..."

Roman only replied with a sleepy sigh. When Patton looked at him, he was sleepily blinking at him, half asleep already. It had been a long day. Patton let out of small, sad sigh. Normally, all three of them slept in the master bedroom, but it seemed that tonight they were sleeping in separate rooms. He understood that. Logan needed some space at the moment, but he still missed the extra body in bed. He nudged Roman under the covers, where he murmured sleepily at him, then Patton slipped under the covers next to him.

He fell asleep to the sounds of wolves howling out in the street.

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scarletlotus182 · 6 years

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OC x Fate Grand Order

I went and remade a servant profile for one of my OCs last night and I’m kind of proud of how it turned out so I’m posting it here!

Rachel [ Assassin ] ***** {B A A Q Q (A)}

Strength- C+ Agility- A+ Endurance- C- Mana- A+ Luck- B- NP- EX

Star Absorbtion: 98% Star Generation: 25% NP Charge ATK: 0.97% NP Charge DEF: 4%

Q: 5 A: 4 B: 2 E: 6

[0]: Rachel is a prodigy mage who was the product of an affair and is eventually taken in by her father. Raised to be her family's heir, Rachel was given strict training day in and day out to perfect her magic. In an effort to escape her father she accepted a job that would take her into the pacific northwest that changed her life forever.

[1]: Height/Weight: 157cm/47kg Source: Fool of Osiris Region: Pacific Northwest, USA Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Gender: Female Noticeably small in stature, noticeably angry when that fact is brought up

[2]: Despite being a creative and artistic person, much of her magic is used oppressively, focusing her mana into dense singularities that destroy wraiths. Naturally this is the result of spending years in the household of her father, where nothing else matters but success.

[3]: { Noble Phantasm: Dark side of the Moon } Rank: EX Type: Anti-Personnel With extreme focus, Rachel tunes her mana to channel the power of the moon. Focusing it into her blade, she cuts the connection between life and death and returns the souls of her opponents to the void. This ultimate technique was mastered after Rachel was able to open her heart to others and shake herself free from the oppressive teachings of her father. With her creative spirit set free, this is only a first in a long list of techniques.

[4]: Call of the Raven: A+ Rachel's familiars are the ravens that watched over and guided her as a child. A raven is cunning, and scouts for the pack. With this, Rachel is given insight on her enemies that's on par with Rank A Clairvoyance while also giving her the path to defeat them.

[5]: Rachel's journey through the Pacific Northwest was defined by three women that she met there. First was a woman in red, who reflected Rachel's past, and wandered aimlessly with no direction. Second was a woman in black, who showed Rachel her future, had she continued to close her heart. Third, however, was a woman in white who showed Rachel the present - and how to live in the moment.

[I]: In the household of her father, Rachel never had a chance to spread her wings or express her inner self. Despite that, her older half-sister Amanda always encouraged her to try. And so, in the nine years she lived in that house her only act of defiance was dying her bangs a bright, and vibrant purple, a color that proudly displays the color of her soul, the color of her magic.

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Passive Skills: -Presence Concealment B: Increases own critical star generation rate by 8%.

-Territory Creation A: Increases own Arts performance by 10%.

Active Skills:

-Magecraft A: Increase own Arts performance for 1 turn by 50%

-Cry of the Raven A+: Grants self-evasion for 1 turn. Charges NP by 40%. Increases crit star generation by 75% for 3 turns. Grants 10 Crit Stars.

-Iaido A: Increases Crit Damage by 50% for 3 turns. Increases DEF by 35% for 3 turns

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== Noble Phantasm: Dark Side of the Moon == [ Arts ] Rank: EX | Classification: Anti-Personnel | Hit Count: 1

[ Visual: Purple energy swirls around Rachel as she focuses on her blade in it's sheath. After a second a full moon reveals itself and illuminates the screen. Then Rachel draws her sword in a slicing motion and the moon turns black while the background turns white and the motion of the blade sweeps across the enemies. ]

-Effect : Inflict heavy damage to all enemies Remove Enemy buffs Chance to Instant-Kill all enemies Damage: [ 450% | 600% | 675% | 712.5% | 750% ] Death Chance: [ 60% | 70% | 80% | 90% | 100% ] ==================================================

[Summoning] "Assassin Class servant at your service! You can just call me Rachel."

[Level] "I'm a long way from perfect. There's no way I could stop here!"

[1st Ascension] "You've gotten me this far? Maybe you aren't such a hopeless master after all."

[2nd Ascension] "Ah, it's so good to be going on adventures like this again! I'm getting really excited now!"

[3rd Ascension] "With my mastery of the dark arts, I won't let you down, Master."

[4th Ascension] "To believe that dark is evil is naive. Darkness is simply another aspect life."

...

[Battle Start 1] "Don't lose your cool now, Master."

[Battle Start 2] "As I am now, there's no way I could lose."

[Skill Use 1] "Lunar Gate, open!"

[Skill Use 2] "Darkness, embrace me."

[Command Card 1] "Target sighted."

[Command Card 2] "I'm ready!"

[Command Card 3] "Let's go!"

[Attack 1] "Chaos Bloom!"

[Attack 2] "Dread Wings!"

[Attack 3] "Binding Order!"

[Ex Attack] "Final Indignation!"

[Noble Phantasm Selected] "Lunar Gate; Full Moon formation."

[Noble Phantasm] "Focus, you think you've seen darkness? Let me show you, Dark Side of the Moon! Now return to nothing."

[Damage] "Urgh."

[Damage from Noble Phantasm] "It doesn't... hurt..."

[Defeated 1] "I'm sorry... I really messed up."

[Defeated 2] "Mia..."

[Victory 1] "That was nothing, were they even trying?"

[Victory 2] "Didn't even break a sweat!"

...

[Bond 1] "You're not a bad master, y'know? Inexperienced and a little naive, but there are worse things to be."

[Bond 2] "I'm surprised how easy it is to talk to you. You remind me a lot of an old friend of mine. We met when we both transferred to a new school and it actually made me feel better knowing I wasn't the only out of my element."

[Bond 3] "This sword? It was a gift from my sister, from when she went on a trip to Japan. There's an engraving of a raven on the blade that's styled after my familiars. It's my most prized possession!"

[Bond 4] "I wasn't always this talkative. I used to be more... reserved. It wasn't like I was shy, I just didn't like talking to people. Or rather, I just didn't like people. But sometimes people are just like that because they haven't met the right ones yet."

[Bond 5] "Hey Master, I want you to know something. I really appreciate people like you. Someone friendly and easy going who has no trouble reaching out to others, they're the best kind of people. It was someone like that that saved me, y'know?"

[Dialogue 1] "Maybe I should sharpen my sword... Wait, do servants even need to do that?"

[Dialogue 2] "I hate stories where dark is evil, it's such lazy writing!"

[Dialogue 3] "I wonder how Amanda's doing. Ah, she's my sister, she kept me company through a lot of rough years."

[Dialogue 4 (Musashi Present)] "That swordswoman is gorgeous! Ah, b- but I'm a married woman so it doesn't matter!"

[Dialogue 5 (Osakabehime Present)] "That weird, albeit pretty shut in - I feel a strange sense of kinship with her. Gross."

[Dialogue 6 (Orion Present)] "That's Artemis? Well, I guess they say 'don't meet your heroes' for a reason."

[Likes] "Shounen anime and action games! Oh, and pretty girls!"

[Dislikes] "Ugh, everything... That's not true, I think I just hate stuffy, uptight people."

[About the Holy Grail] "A device that grants any wish? Hmmm, as a mage, I wouldn't trust anything like that. But assuming it's true, I'd use it on my mother. She's been through a lot."

[During an Event] "It sounds noisy out there, I- I'm not that good with crowds."

[Birthday] "Though I don't think birthdays are anything special, it's nice having something to celebrate."

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