#but still missing them and (possibly?) hoping they can bring their fallen friend back to them

[quibbs126]

So today I decided to try and draw Skyfire, in the same sort of vein as I did the War Dawn trio, to try and practice him

I mostly chose Skyfire since I made a couple posts about him/skystar, so I figured might as well draw him, especially since he shows up far less than his counterpart

To be perfectly honest, I think I still need a lot of work in drawing these guys, as I’ve said many times before. I think I can get the heads, but I start to get wonky with the chests, and I really didn’t know how to do his shoulders

Anyways, so this design is based on his g1 design, mostly this one image I got of him

But I also wanted to take some liberties with his design, at least in the head area. I’m realizing I didn’t actually change much of the rest of the body outside of omitting bits, as per usual

I don’t know, I think I like the head design, I just need a slight bit more consistency with it. Also in my head, he’s got a visor that drops down to completely cover his face, but the issue there comes in his colors. His glass is blue, so logically his visor mask would be blue too. But the top of his head is also blue, and it’s really the only other place the blue shows up in outside of the glass. So either I’d have to make his mask red and break consistency, or change the top of his helm to be another color (probably red) and get rid of one of the few pops of blue he has

I also just don’t know how to draw his chest things, the sides that pop out. So that’s why they look weird

And also, his shoulders are like the one part of him that’s circular outside of his helm, and it really annoys me because it sticks out so much to me, with basically the rest of him being rectangular

Also also, I don’t know how to do the arms either, in part because of the circular bits and also I don’t know how to make the triangular prisms

Where was I going with this? I don’t remember. All I know is that while I like his head, I’m well aware my drawings of him aren’t the best. I still need to learn how to draw Transformers properly. Which I’ve been saying for quite a while now, but I’m not sure how much progress I’ve made on that front

But anyways, last thing to talk about I suppose is the design itself. I quite like it, but because it doesn’t belong to any continuity, only being me tweaking his g1 design, I’m not sure what to use it for. I could use it for my own if I really wanted to, but of my random AU ideas, I don’t really know where to fit Skyfire in them. And would I make all subsequent designs for this hypothetical AU based on their g1 designs? I don’t really want to do that with Megatron, I don’t really like his helm design in g1 (it’s weird and ill defined to me)

But for now I guess, I have made this Skyfire design. Not the best work of mine, but I’m still trying to learn Transformers, so I’ll take it

[jaysgirlx]

living with choso might have just been the best mistake of your entire life. the intended plan was for you to finally get your own place but when you get there the place is in shambles. you got your deposit back when you threatened to get the police involved because the place looked nothing like its pictures.

choso had offered you his spare bedroom time and time again but you couldn't. choso was already such a good friend to you and you just didn't want to impose this on him. but of course, you're not even given a choice to ask him because the moment choso finds out how messed up your new apartment is he's already taken your stuff back to his place.

you're two months in and you realize choso and you had fallen into a pattern. a pattern that you hope won't everbreak. you wake up and choso's already made breakfast for the both of you. he says he's used to it from when he and his brothers used to live together, even though he only makes enough for two.

when you both arrive home from work, you either go out for food or order in and then of course you guys watch movies. "what do you mean you've never seen toy story?!"

"i didn't have much of a childhood, so i haven't seen a lot of movies" he mumbled quiety. for the rest of the night, the two of you had a toy story marathon with tons of snacks (provided by choso of course).

choso knew you loved to snack, so he learned to find your favorites in bulk. anytime you saw you snack on something when you hung out, he would memorize its name so he could buy more. he wanted to make his apartment as comfortable as he could for you. his place was meant to be yours.

sometimes the two of you would fall asleep on the couch together, all cuddled up together. however, it didn't start out like that, at first you would lean on choso's shoulder hoping he wouldn't mind. and eventually, he got annoyed with you just leaning on him and pulled you into his arms. you wanted to protest but you enjoyed it so much that you instead leaned into his body. whenever he'd feel you get comfortable in his arms or his lap he'd whisper "good girl" in your ear. coming from him those words drove you crazy and you wished you could hear them more.

on some nights, after you've both had a long day at work choso tends to carry you back to your room when you fall asleep. he even kisses your forehead and you've caught him doing it and you wish you had the guts to confront him on it so bad but you're happy here. so why risk it?

when choso works late you bring dinner to him and the two of you eat in his office. he always tells you, that you don't have to. that he can bring you dinner instead but when you warn him that you'll nice out he easily shuts up. you guys don't get to watch movies but you do get to talk.

"how's yuji?" you ask him after setting his food on his desk.

"enjoying college life apparently, nobara said they're going to a frat party tonight," he says while chucking.

"do you miss him?"

"why would i miss him when i have you?"

in your mind, there was no way he could've possibly meant that romantically. even after he changed the topic you were still thinking about it, thinking about what he meant and what could be going on in that head of his.

during the weekends, choso spends all his time with you. if you want to go shopping, he pays for everything, buys you lunch, and carries all your bags. he tells you it's in exchange for all the dinners you've bought him even though he's already paid you back for those. and when you get home he helps you try them all and all he can do is compliment you, like you're all his, "these jeans look so fucking good on you, can you only wear them in the apartment? just for me pretty girl?"

and you'd agree to his pleas cause, let's be real you only bought these jeans cause he keep eyeing you in them. and they way he cursed, you knew he wanted you because you felt the exact see way.

maybe living with choso a little longer wouldn't be such a bad idea.

❥ a/n: a little drabble to make up for not posting the college au choso fic yet.

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 2) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Dreams of You by seoktishie

You are a theater actress who dreams of becoming a successful Broadway star. You’ve dedicated your whole life hustling for the show, surrounded by a supportive family and friends you never thought you would lose your best friend and boyfriend on the same day. This puts your dreams to a halt, and you decide to take a break and a soul-searching trip to Korea, where you meet a successful artist that reconnects your love for the arts. OR You accidentally meet Kim Namjoon of BTS, and you had no idea of how an amazing person he is nor how he is the leader of the biggest boyband to date!

🗯️ the yearning and pining *chef's kiss*

Epiphany by 2stanornot2stan

Your soulmate mark seemed self-centred to you "I'm the one I should love" Who would ever want to love someone with that as their soulmate mark?

🗯️ this one is painful. but writing's so good, doesn't fail in pulling my heartstrings.

Escapade by bonnehh_

"Where the hell am I?!" He shrieked, stumbling over his feet like a newborn deer. He was a panicking mess, spinning around in circles to see the unfamiliar sight of giant trees and bushy plants covering the land. The forest was heavily rich with greenery, vegetation and strange fruits. Fallen leaves covered the ground, creating a crunching sound after every step he took. "Calm down, Sweets." I calmly voiced amidst his loud screeches. My words cut through his mess of a mind making him freeze on his spot. Turning on his heel, he noticed me. He stumbled back immediately, possibly because I was covered in angry, red scratches and the bandages covering my arms alerted the male. "What the fudge?!!?! Who- who are you??" He shouted, alarmed by my…seemingly beaten-up figure. "I'm Diana. Welcome to the game." I smiled softly. Hoping my excitement can keep a hold of itself for the sake of keeping the man from getting scared. Dumbfounded, He could only let one word out, "Huh?". Oh boy.

🗯️ a cool one! many adventures and mc has freakishly good survival skills. this honestly cured my longing for that one fic that's no more that was also survival, adventure and game themed with slight crack. I think it was called 'Ready Player One'? (not that famous book and movie). but I think it was a translated ver of a chinese ff on another platform. Idk I still missed it very much, it was also very good. (If you know anything abt this, pls dm me!)

Ethereal by @purpleyoonn

After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

🗯️ I love soulmate stories, this author also has good writing so

Euphoric Endeavours by haveagreatday

Through a series of curious happenstances, the Boys of Bangtan - your campus' most popular and most handsome group of individuals - set their sights on you, a regular student with a stubborn streak and a wayward mouth. Strangely enough, the mere sight of them sets your instincts off, red-lights flashing in your brain - danger, danger, danger, danger. It's too bad that they can't seem to leave you alone, though. They like you too much.

🗯️ enemies to lovers, anyone?

Everything Falls (Into Place) by Hiromi_20 / @blog-name-idk

"I… I might know someone who has a spare room," your brother finally muttered hesitantly. You perked up from where the couch had been swallowing you. "What! And you didn't tell me?" You accused. "You'd be living with a bunch of dudes." "Oh my god Jackson," you groaned, rolling your eyes. "The fact that you're even suggesting them means that you know them all and they're good people, right? It's not like they're gonna murder me and hide my body in the walls or something." "Well, yeah, but…" "But WHAT?" you almost screamed in frustration. "They're all… hot." Silence for several moments. Then you started guffawing uncontrollably, unladylike snorts escaping from your lips. "You are such a dork," you gasped between laughs, tears coming to your eyes. "If I promise not to let them gangbang me, will you please ask?"

🗯️ another really well-written crack fic! goshhh this one's so goood! this one's the real friends to lovers, gosh the pining is just *chef's kiss*

Finding My Pack by @untaemedqueen (paid on Patreon but so worth it)

In which an all-alpha pack unexpectedly found their mate isolated in a sterile room. So the only right thing would be to pamper and love her to make up for all those years she spent alone and lonely.

🗯️ spicyy 🥵 but also cute. I love protective mates

Flaw in The System by Strayberry_

She has 8 moons on her wrist. So do they.

🗯️ honestly Idk what to say about this one. just prepare your tissues for this family of misfits that fit so well together.

Full House by fillomina

Y/N has a steady job and lives alone, that is, until she tags along with her friend to the shelter. Jimin, Hobi, and Yoongi have been waiting to get adopted, and their chance has finally arrived. With the small hybrid pack now living with Y/N, her life never has a dull moment. As Y/N gets used to her new family, she also begins learning more about old friends, making new ones, and getting a very full house.

🗯️ I'd say that I don't like the fact that yn's kinda treated as a doormat at some parts, but it's still good and quite well-written found family fic.

Getting Back Into The Swing of Things by @jellifysh

Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back. "Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, its been years," "No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, its okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?" "You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?" Namjoon was tripping over his words now, he just felt like if he didn't see her now, he would be too late for… something. What, he wasn't sure, but there was an urgent need to have her home safe.

🗯️ just re-read this one again literally yesterday, still as good as the first time. I love strangers to friends to lovers.

Her by untouchablerave

The question hangs between you, and you’re desperate to ask it. Usually, you don’t mind much who is on the other end of the appointment, as you’re so focused on a list of kinks, trying to map out a scene in your head, but this time, the ‘who’ is all you can focus on. Your boss looks at you. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this but… do you know BTS?” Your head snaps up in shock. “You’re fucking with me,” you gasp. “I’m dead serious,” your boss replies. “Jeon Jungkook just came of age. He wants to lose it right away.”

🗯️ spicy but soft soft softtt

Hidden Marks series by Havenesa

❶ Hidden Marks

What does it mean to be soulmates? What do I love about her? What is the reason? Does there need to be a rational reason to love someone? Maybe I love her amber eyes, or the way she tries to hide her smile whenever we get into playful arguments, or her love for just living. Maybe I just love her because she is simply just Han Sera.

🗯️ This one's so angsty yet so good, the writing's also so good at making the characters so human that I'd always end up sobbing at every re-read.

❷ Connecting Hearts

What defines a soulmate? Is it the mark that you were born with, only shared with a selected few? Or a bond which was created through pain and suffering? You'll have to read to find out.

Highlight by Alphathyx

Hana attends Atlas Academy of Arts also known as the AAA to pursue her passions in Hiphop with best friend Hoseok and Prince Charming Jimin. The school gets selected along with other arts schools to compete in an inter-school competition which prize could open doors to any arts students dreams. She along with seven boys, discover what it means to love, but a tragic incident spirals the competition and them into a mystery no one saw coming.

🗯️ friendship and struggle to success <3

Hotel California by Deliebre

You are a badass business guru that works for a huge gaming company. Your home is Korea but you travel often. You are in California for work but keep bumping into hot Korean men, which makes you want to do more than bumping...

🗯️ immediate connection... yes please!

In The Dark by BearPawBeach

"How can that be? I am looking right at you. I am speaking to you right now." "That's the thing. I don't know! That's why I came here today. Yesterday, when you laughed at me, you laughed at me. I almost didn't believe it myself, but the more I thought about it, the crazier it sounded. So I came here to see you and to know if you can see me!" she blurted out. He could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. "Look, you don't need to lie to me. There is no need to make up some crazy excuse to meet someone." "I'm not lying! I really am invisible," she argued back. The man just threw his hands up to concede and turned to walk away from her again, walking right out of the building. The girl followed in hot pursuit. "Do you really not believe me? Why would I make something like that up? Yes, I know it sounds crazy. If I were you, I would probably think it's nuts too, but I am telling you the truth!"

🗯️ mc is invisible in this one, story's kinda sad and cute!

In Your Roots by sweetinsanityy

Jungkook is the perfect alpha, a little too perfect. Being the youngest in Bangtan, a group full of alpha's, friction has been happening between him and the boys. He's too strong, too dominating, too wild, and too much for Bangtan to handle. The perfect solution? An omega just for himself. You happen to be the perfect candidate. But the other boys want a taste of you as well. Or, you're hired to be an omega for Jungkook to take care of, and maybe he and the rest of the boys get too attached.

🗯️ another one about the boys being absolute simps!

Iridescent Love by @imnotlauriane

From a fated meeting to a life filled with wonders, the path of discovery is much, much harder than what I had prepared myself for. Especially when my identity, the only one I knew of ends up being a total lie.

🗯️ sad... but it got better. and what did I say abt imnotlauriane's stories? they're all good!

It's a Little Complex? by Infired_Mochi

Starting college and moving into a new apartment with complete independence has been your goal. Due to all the hard work at the cafe during your high school years, and your parents pitching in a few dollars, you can afford to stay in the apartment that is just the right size. However, did you get more than you bargained for? A few other college students occupy the rooms next to yours, seven to be exact. Eight rooms reside on the third floor of the apartment complex and yours is on the farthest right wing, apartment number 308. Just wait until you meet them.

🗯️ sooo it's a little complex... just read it!

Late Bloomer by basicwitch13

Despite growing up in a wolf pack, you were never able to shift nor had a second gender present itself. It seemed, by all accounts, that you were a typical human. So you carried on, burying yourself in your work as a sociology professor—until one of your students introduces you to his pack and changes everything.

🗯️ yes to yearning, pining, and healing.

Like Crazy by @euphoricfilter

The story of seven loves across eight lives.

🗯️ so freakin well-written

Little Do You Know... by @yoongiofmine

In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose.

🗯️ another idk what to sayy, just read bcs it's so gooood.

Magic Shop by AriZedd

In which Yn is meeting new friends (and an old one) getting charmed day by day.

🗯️ just read this crack fic, strangers to friends to ... I'm obsessed.

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4 | NAVI

[trashywritestrash]

Short and Sweet

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count: 853

Warnings: Best friend’s brother— is that a warning? This is just a short lil thing for Valentine’s Day

A/N: The poem and response in this came from Thomas Richardson’s “Gentleman’s Valentine Writer” which wasn’t actually published until 1828 but I needed ideas, okay? Also, I wrote this when Bridgerton was still the lead in the poll lol

Living beside the Bridgerton household had many advantages. Being close in age to Daphne gave you the perfect excuse to spend time with her. However, spending time with Daphne meant also spending time with the rest of her family, which allowed you to form a close bond with them all. One Bridgerton in particular being Benedict.

Benedict was a few years older than you, but within a perfectly reasonable range that made it acceptable for you to fancy him. How could you not? He was sweet and sensitive, but he had a playful side that brought joy any time you were fortunate enough to witness it. Although, you never dared to dream that Benedict might return your affections. You were the best friend of his younger sister, surely he would not think of you in that way.

Initially, you had been excited to be presented before the queen and sent out into society. But while Daphne had been deemed the season's incomparable, you had fallen into her shadow. You were happy to see your friend receive many visitors and gifts, but some days it would hurt to see a line of men outside her door while you waited in an empty sitting room.

Waking on Valentine's Day brought nothing but sorrow. It was only one month into the social season and you already felt that you were destined to become an old spinster. With no prospective husbands in sight, you would likely have to face a second season. You did not expect that you would receive any callers that day, yet you waited in your sitting room in a fine dress, as you did every other day. Your mother sat in a chair at the far end of the room, leisurely reading until something would happen.

Early into the day, your butler entered the room with a calling card in hand, "A Mister Bridgerton is here to call upon Miss Y/L/N."

"Send him in," You replied, feeling your chest constrict. It was possible that one of Daphne's brothers had come to pass along a message for her, but a gentleman visiting while you were accepting callers still brought you a shred of hope.

Moments later, you saw Benedict step through the doorway, holding something behind his back. He smiled, "I see I have gotten here before the rest."

You returned his smile, nervous, yet calmed by his presence. "I think you will find that the gentlemen are coming to your door today, not mine."

"Then they are fools and I am lucky to have you all to myself."

"What can I do for you, Benedict? I find it hard to believe you would be here as a suitor." You spoke the words in jest, but felt your throat tighten as you said them all the same.

Benedict's smile fell into confusion, "What is so hard to believe about that?"

Taken aback by the genuine confusion in his tone, you clarified, "I only mean to say that I would not have expected it."

"If that is the case, I hope that you find this to be a good surprise," For just a moment, you heard a bit of nerves in his voice as he tried to present a confident image. "Unfortunately, I cannot stay long. But I wanted to bring you these and to officially declare my affection."

Finally, Benedict moved the hand behind his back to reveal a beautiful bouquet of morning glory and myrtle. You smiled wide at the sight, "Thank you, Benedict. They're lovely."

Shortly after, Benedict had to take his leave, although he promised to come back the following day. Once he had left, you reached for a book on the language of flowers. You found that morning glories are used to represent affection, meanwhile myrtle is used to represent love and marriage. Learning that brought a blush to your cheeks, finding the meaning to be a little bold, but not unpleasant.

It was then that you noticed a small folded piece of parchment beside the flowers. When you unfolded the paper, you could see the painted design done in watercolors. A man and a woman stood beneath a tree, which was situated between a lovely cottage and a church. The image was small, but you could tell that the couple was you and Benedict. On the other side of the parchment was a simple note.

I boast not eloquence, dear Miss, Nor do I write exceedingly fine; Therefore, I bluntly ask you this-- Pray, will you be my Valentine?

As you looked down at the note, you felt your heart swell. You held it close to your chest, feeling as if you could burst from happiness at any moment. Your mother then looked up from her book. "What is that, dear?"

"It is nothing!" You responded quickly. Luckily, your mother did not push the issue further.

That night, you folded the note once more and placed it in the drawer of the nightstand beside your bed. As you attempted to fall asleep, all you could think of was that you could not wait to see Benedict again.

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[cottonlemonade]

Chickening Out

word count: 630 || avg. reading time: 3 mins

pairing: Oikawa x chubby!Reader (feat. Seijoh4)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

synopsis: Oikawa couldn’t pull through kissing you and his friends find out

“What do you think happened?”, Matsukawa whispered to the others.

He, Iwaizumi and Hanamaki stood in their captain's bedroom, looking down at the bulk of blankets hiding the boy.

“Sick?”, Hanamaki suggested.

“Dead?”, shrugged Matsukawa.

“Rejected?”, Iwaizumi offered with an indifferent groan.

“He hasn’t even touched his milk bread yet.”, Hanamaki said, adding, in his mind, a piece to the puzzle as he pointed to the little bag they had carefully placed by the pillow as to draw their friend out.

“You think it has something to do with the new girl he’s been running after the past month?”, Matsukawa asked, his arms crossed in front of his chest, examining Oikawa’s form closer, maybe to check for breathing.

Iwaizumi nodded knowingly.

“Do you think she slapped him for pulling something weird?”, Hanamaki wondered, feigning scandal by raising his hand to his mouth.

Matsukawa tilted his head and shrugged again, not excluding the possibility.

“Would serve him right, being rejected by a girl like that.”

“A girl like that?”

“Yeah, one you’d actually want to date.”, Iwaizumi explained and the other two nodded in agreement.

After a short stretch of silence, Hanamaki asked, "Has anyone checked if she is still alive?"

"Oh my god, guys, I can hear you.", came Oikawa’s muffled voice from under the blanket.

They took a precautionary step back when he lifted the cover and rubbed his face.

"Come on, Trashykawa, you missed our morning jog. We just wanted to check if you’re still breathing.", Iwaizumi explained and approached his friend's bedside, thinking for a second, then retreated again and sat down on the desk chair, the others following his example of bringing distance between them and the glaring setter.

"What happened last night?", Hanamaki asked again.

Oikawa really did not feel like sharing.

"Nothing.", he turned his back to them when he put his feet on the floor, looking for his slippers.

"So, you struck out?", Iwaizumi asked bluntly.

Aware of the fact that they would not stop pestering him until he told them, he took a deep breath and recounted last night’s events. How he helped you study (not missing to tell them how adorable you looked in your home clothes and how your school uniform didn’t even do your cute squishy form justice), how you had fallen asleep at the desk about two hours into your study. How he had brushed your hair out of your face and just watched you sleep for a while, making sure you were comfortable and just as he was leaning in to take a picture of your adorable expression you had woken up and sleepily apologized for nodding off. Oikawa had then realized just how close your face was to his and how desperately he wanted to kiss you. And so he had packed his books, given a lame excuse and stormed out of your room instead.

“You… you ran away?”

“She was almost asleep, okay? Would you want your first kiss with someone to be when they are asleep?”

“So what are you gonna do now? Just never talk to her again?”, Iwaizumi lifted a mocking eyebrow, hoping his friend would understand that this was not an option.

"What could I possibly tell her, though?"

"Say… say you remembered that you had early morning training, which you did by the way, and that you only then realized how late it already was.", Hanamki suggested.

"You really think she'd believe that?", Oikawa asked, doubtfully.

Matsukawa snorted. "No, but what else can you say that doesn't make you a coward?"

He effortlessly caught the pillow Oikawa threw at him.

[phsychobanana]

A Memorable Goodbye

Pairings: Edmund Pevensie x Reader, some Caspian x Reader (Platonic though)

Summary: When Edmund has to say goodbye to a girl that he has slowly fallen for, something unexpected happens.

Word Count: 983

~A/n~ This is my first story on here so I hope you like it!

"I wish we had more time together." Caspian says to Susan from Y/n's side, a soft smile on his lips. Y/n glances between the two and backs away, sensing the slight tension there.

Once she makes it back to her spot, a few gasps are heard and she looks over at Susan and Caspian. The two stand there, swapping spit like there is no tomorrow. Which, for them, is true.

See, the Pevensie siblings were leaving once again. They saved all of Narnia, had a party, had a few makeout sessions as you can see, and are ready to go back to their world.

Y/n was sad, to say the least. Her and Edmund had grown quite close these past few days and she didn't want to have to say good bye to him.

"I'm sure I'll understand when I'm older." Y/n hears Lucy say from her left. Peter laughs and smiles softly in his younger sisters direction.

"I'm older and I don't think I want to understand." Edmund shakes his head, but instead of looking at his siblings or the two kissing teenagers when he says this, he looks at Y/n.

Peter smiles knowingly at his brother and Lucy simply furrows her eyebrows with a confused smile.

"If you like her, you should tell her before we leave." Peter says, rubbing Edmund's back.

Edmund shrugs his brothers hand off, "What's the point? What if she likes me as well? What, I just tell her, get her hopes up, and leave forever? I can't do that to her."

Peter nods, not having thought of that.

Edmund continues staring at the girl as she makes a disgusted face at her two friends that were still kissing. She turns her head, making eye contact with Edmund.

'Gross' She mouths to him, pointing at his sister who was surprisingly good at holding her breath.

He lets out a quiet chuckle at the girls face and she makes her way over. He panics slightly in his mind but remain calm on the outside.

"I'll miss you, King Edmund." She says with a teasing smile.

Edmund swears he could've melted just from her smile alone. It was one of the most beautiful things about her, he absolutely adores it.

"I'll miss you, Queen Y/n." Edmund says, making her eyes widen.

"Queen?"

"You are my wife, no?"

Y/n chokes on her spit, not having prepared for those words to leave Edmund's mouth. She had long forgotten about the stupid promise he had made when they were fighting at the castle.

Edmund was being attacked and Y/n ran to help him. He was meant to use a torch to help signal all of the Narnian's, but he had been compromised.

Y/n gripped her sword as tightly as possible, running as fast as she could to get to him. She burst through the door and slashed the man across the back, he groaned in pain and dropped Edmund to the ground, turning to Y/n with a furious glare. Edmund rushes to grab his own sword but he couldn't find it.

Y/n glares at the man as he pulls out both his and Edmund's swords. Y/n was not one to test,especially while angry. Edmund knew this, hell all of the Narnian's knew it. She used her sword to make both swords fly out of the mans hands. She steps forward and stabs him in the stomach, when he falls to his knees she pulls her blade from his stomach and kicks him in the...sensitives.

Edmund looks at her as if she placed the stars in the sky, "When all of this is over, I'm gonna marry you."

Y/n raises a brow and smirks, "I'll hold you to that."

"You never did put a ring on it, though. How dare you break your promise." Y/n pushes his shoulder and pouts jokingly.

Edmund smiles and lowers his gaze, "Sorry about that."

Aslan's voice brings the two from their conversation.

"It is time you leave, children."

Y/n looks over to Edmund, "Goodbye, Pevensie. Love ya."

Edmund's heart beats wildly at her words and he gains a boost of courage. He leans down and places a soft kiss to the girls cheek, making her grin.

"You missed."

"Huh?"

"You missed."

Y/n grabs Edmund by the collar and pulls him into a sweet kiss. Her soft lips meet his slightly chapped ones in one of the best kisses Edmund could have ever imagined. He places is hands on her waist just as she pulls away.

"I-I l-love you, t-too." He stutters out, heart beating so fast that he's struggling to breath.

Y/n smiles and pulls herself out of his grasp, kissing his forehead and walking away.Edmund watches her as she walks past all of his siblings giving them each a wave.

"What, no kiss for me y/n/n?" Susan asks as a joke, pouting at Y/n.

"You've gotten enough action." Y/n says, smirking at Caspian as said boy looks down with a pink blush spreading across his face.

Y/n walks over to Caspian and stands next to him as he wraps an arm around her shoulders. She lays her head on his shoulder as they both watch the people they are in love with leave.

Caspian rubs her shoulder in comfort as they stand there in a comfortable silence, Edmund stepping through the portal first.

Then Peter who waves to everyone, including all of the people who are watching this scene.

Then Susan, who blows a kiss in Caspian's direction before stepping through the portal.

Then Lucy goes, smiling at everyone before leaving.

"Well that was a memorable goodbye." Y/n says, touching her lips in slight disbelief of the fact that she actually kissed the boy. The boy she had fallen for. The boy she had trained with for days. The boy who made her laugh within that awful time. The boy of which she loved.

Edmund Pevensie.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Hello friend! I'm in love with your writing!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

Idk if your requests are still open but I'd like to request something if you don't mind!

I LOVED the hurt/comfort/whump fic you did for Hunter. Could you possibly do something like that for Tech x Reader?

Maybe Tech and the reader are on a mission together or maybe they've crash landed somewhere or something. The reader is badly hurt and Tech has to take care of her and treat her wounds and save her and comfort her in his own special Tech way 😂😍

Oh @arctrooper69 what can I say? I mean ... I think a thank you is just not enough. You have made my day with this request, so I took my time to give it the proper respect it deserves. I hope you like it. If it wasn't exactly what you were looking for I do apologize.

Please note that you are always welcome to send in requests. As this is a special request, it will be stored in my One Shots & Mini Series Master List.

The story got a little away from at 1400+ words, but I hope it's close to what you wanted.

And who doesn't love Tech. I love this adorable nerdy man.

Love oo,

His Promise

Warnings: Snow, injury, blood, explosions, crash, grief, fear, anxiety, hurt, fluff, near death, feelings of being a burden, getting in the way, I think that's it. If I miss any, please let me know.

Please note the explanation of Snow, Tech gives, was taken from the National Snow and Ice Data Centre.

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The wind was picking up, as the snow piled down and was doing everything in its power to keep you and Tech from being rescued. You looked at the snow as it came down in sheets outside the entrance of the cavern he found, mesmerized by its beauty. 

“It’s beautiful and so calming …” you said slowly, your body already weakened from your injury and loss of blood.

“What are you talking about?” Tech did his best not to let the slowness of your breathing or even the breathless way you were speaking affect him. His anxiety was already high, and his fear of losing you was nearing his breaking point. 

“The snow…” you kept watching the soft flakes float down as they gently landed on the ground, piling on top of one another, almost as though they were unable to survive without the comfort of those around them. 

Tech glanced up to see the blizzard which prevented you both from leaving. As he watched the speed of the wind, he calculated it would’ve been nearly impossible for Hunter to bring the ship close to them. As he looked at the used bandages already soaked through with your blood his fear only grew. You needed immediate medical attention, more than he could provide at the moment, or it would mean certain death for you to be out here any longer.

Frankly, he couldn’t stop picturing the way you lunged forward as the ship crashed. He was helpless to watch you, as your body fell forward against the console, as a piece of the console broke off and jabbed you in your abdomen. It all happened too fast and somehow in slow motion. He could still hear your scream piercing his ear as he pulled you off the console.

He tried to stop the bleeding right away, however when he went to look for the med kit, he realized only too late that it had fallen out of the shuttle when the engine and the side compartment blew. All he had left were his emergency bandages and gauze and they weren’t nearly enough. 

At that moment, he couldn’t care less about how beautiful the snow was or how calming the blizzard looked from inside a cavern, that he only had to find because that piece of osik shuttle decided to have a fuel leak, catching on fire. 

Within seconds he had needed to drag you out of the relatively warm and safe shelter you both had, grabbing what supplies he could before the ship blew up. Thankfully, he had been able to send a message to Hunter when the shuttle crashed initially. So it was only a matter of time before the Marauder showed up, but …

His eyes fell back to the bundle of used gauze, his anxiety climbing as he knew you needed more first aid than he could provide at the moment. You needed the Marauder, you needed his med kit that he carefully stocked and kept safe on board the Marauder. At this point in time, he didn’t care about any kriffing snow.

“Snow is an accumulation of packed ice crystals. The condition of the packed crystals determines a variety of attributes, such as colour, temperature and water equivalent. As weather conditions change, the packed ice crystals can change as well, and this affects the characteristics of snow.”

You chuckled at his ability to pull forth information like it was nothing. Unfortunately the chuckle turned to coughing. Only causing you to dribble more blood out of your mouth, you wiped away what you could. He didn’t need to see that, “Tech …” you coughed again, “turn off your brain for two seconds, don’t think and just look. Just watch.”

He pulled the heater closer towards you, “Stop talking and try and warm up.”

“Tech…” you held his hand, “just look.”

His eyes drifted up your body, till he locked eyes with you. They were pleading for him to listen and to just have him appreciate what you found mesmerizing. He tried to follow your advice, focusing on the snow, but all his mind kept drifting back to was this blizzard that was preventing you from getting the medical attention you needed, so desperately. 

He shook his head focusing back on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. Trying his best to keep you with him. 

“Tech,” you gripped his wrist “… stop …”

“No.”

His tone was firm and full of anger, why did he agree to let you come with him? If he used his brain instead of allowing his feelings for you to dictate his actions, you wouldn’t have been here. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Why did you always insist on following him? Why didn’t you just stay behind on Pabu? Simply because you wanted to see the galaxy, and he was excited to show it to you? It was his fault you were here. It was his fault you were in danger. It was his fault he … was going to lose you.

“Tech …” you squeezed his wrist. He removed your hand from his wrist, placing it off to the side as he focused on your wound. He didn’t deserve your touch, he didn’t deserve to have you comfort him. It was his fault you both crashed on this force forsaken planet. 

There was nothing you could do as you watched Tech pull away. 

From the moment you met him on Pabu, the way he worked with Phee as he helped rescue the villagers when the rogue wave was rushing towards the island, and the way he helped make everything more ‘efficient,’ you couldn’t help but fall in love with him. You wanted to learn from him, to listen to him go on with regards to anything and everything. Only problem was you never had the courage to actually utter the words you were dying to. Phee told you time and time again, ‘later’ was never a guarantee, and now as you lay on the cold floor of the cavern you were in, bleeding out of your abdomen, you realized how little time there was left. 

  Tears welled up in your eyes, as you realized you needed to unburden yourself. You needed to tell him what had been pressing on your heart before you didn’t have the strength to, it didn’t help that you were feeling weaker with each passing second. Also didn’t help that you could tell he was angry, actually a more accurate description would be infuriated, more than likely at you.

“I’m sorry.” You offered the only apology you could. “I’m sorry I’m such a burden, even now.” You took in a shuddering breath as Tech stopped moving his hands for two seconds as he focused on your face. “I’m sorry for always pestering you to teach me,” you offered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry for not listening,” a tear slid down your cheek, “I’m sorry for putting you in this position. To have to feel responsible for someone like me.” 

He shook his head, his teeth clenched as his anger, grief, fear, and sadness overwhelmed him completely in that moment. He pulled off his helmet and placed it beside him. 

“Stop.” It was his only command.

“Please, I …” you coughed again, trying to not cough on him. “I just want … I need to …”

He cut off your speech as his hand cupped your cheek, “Cyar’ika …” tears welled up in his eyes, “you were … are never a burden.” He couldn’t believe that’s what you thought of him… that’s what you believed he felt for you. He shook his head again as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I have loved every second we have spent together. I made a point to record every moment with you, because they were more precious to me than breathing.”

You held on to his bicep, keeping him close as tears streamed down your cheek, “Tech … I … I don’t want to go… I want … I want to stay here with you…”

“You’re not going anywhere. I just got you …” his tears landed on your cheeks, mixing with your own, “you’ll be okay. I promise.”

“Hold me… please… just hold me until…I can’t feel your arms anymore.”

“I’ll hold you longer than that,” Tech pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as he felt your body grow weaker. Your eyes were closed, your body was growing pale. He was so focused on you, he didn’t hear the voices calling out to him, at least not until he felt Hunter’s hand on his shoulder. He didn’t wait, there were no more seconds to lose. He rushed towards the Marauder with you in his arms, he wasn’t going to lose you. He promised. He was going to bring you back.

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[silvergyus]

I am not gonna lie, bsf to lovers is so yeonjun coded, in those fics I always daydream are so yeonjun with bsf thoughts.

I sometimes he is the type to befriend you for "I don't think I should let her know I like her, should know my possibilities first" iykwim?

Like, he is the type who’d always be a best friend, it wasn’t his intention to be a good friend, he only wanted to know his chances, to know you so well he could figure out or ask, if he's your type, he's someone you'd find any romantic potential.

But being your friend isn't something he expected to be natural as if it's meant to be, for both of you to confide in, know eachother more in vulnerable moments. it only makes him wanna stay more with you. to tease or bicker with you, annoy you so even in his absence you'd curse him, thinking of only him.

This makes his heart flutter and ease, like a combo of first love and a love so eternal, he feels like, you can tremble him with just a touch and have him sleep in your lap like it's just, because. strong-willed and says he doesn’t do 'love' yet melts for your warm touch, he is the best friend falling for you.

Then when he witnesses how beomgyu ( or anyone ) shows interest in you, all of mustered feelings pour out like water overflowing from a filled glass, tearing up and hiccuping onto your shoulder randomly on a night as he says "why them of all the world?" "do you truly not feel it?" " am I the only one?" "It hurts you know?" "I'm your best friend, I know you the best, like no one ever, is it a taboo to love you?"

"I love you!"

well you just can’t say no, afterall he is your best friend, your man, Choi Yeonjun who has fallen for you and none, like NONE in this world could love you more than him.

BYE LEMME SWIM IN BSF YEONJUN SOFT THOUGHTS.

best friend yeonjun who always has had an interest you please, you mean everything to me

I can totally see him trying to drop hints but your clueless self doesn't even realize and when beomgyu is downright openly flirting with you and blowing up your phone, it starts to eat away at jjunie. the two of you go out for drinks, and he's weirdly quiet despite his usual cheery demeanor and your shared history of fun nights out, giggly and talking and catching up (even tho you see each other basically every day)

and when you get up to grab another drink from the bar you leave him tucked into the plush red leather of the booth. he misses you as soon as you step away and gets so in his head about you being gone, beomgyu stealing all your time and leaving none for him. not fair, he thinks, he was your best friend first. and his eyes get so watery that when you come back, you set your drink down with alarm, sliding into the booth seat beside him and he just spills. maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the way that he saw beomgyu look at you, maybe it's the way he felt his chest ache seeing you walk away.

his head is heavy against your shoulder as he blabbers, "do you really not feel it too?"

you pet his hair, unsure of what he means, unsure of where this sudden outpouring is coming from. the back of your mind still squashing down the lingering hope that maybe, just maybe, he likes you. the hope that you shut down long ago. "what are you talking about jjunie?"

his voice is wobbly when he looks up at you through wet eyelashes. "I love you y/n. I have for a while."

you heart warms. you kiss his cheek, not sure how this confession will change your relationship, but open to everything it has to bring. "I think I've loved you the whole time choi yeonjun"

[captainwinterrsoldierr]

Title: Will I See You Again?

Fem!Reader x Jason Grace

Synopsis: Reader misses Jason and ponders if she’ll ever see her sweet boy again.

Part 1? Maybe?

~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~

Y/N walked along with Percy, it was a beautiful day in New Rome. But all you could think about was Jason. Your love who went missing months ago and thought amongst to be at a Greek Camp for Demigods. Never she would’ve thought she would be saying that. A Greek Equilvent? To Camp Jupiter? It didn’t make any sense to her. But it was true because her friend, Percy was from that exact camp.

Oh how she missed her sweet, blonde, tall boyfriend. It scared her, no terrified her to think that it’s possible he could’ve forgotten her because of Juno. Percy seemed to only remember one name the entire time his memories were gone, and that was his girlfriend Annabeth. Y/N could only hope Jason remembered her in the same manner.

She thought about all the things that her and Jason had gone through. Y/N had taught Jason how to be more human outside of being a praetor. He didn’t need to be this perfect son of Jupiter, because it was more human to make mistakes and to be himself. She remembers all the dates they had gone on, all the quests they’ve completed. And slowly but surely they fell in love.

~

Y/N can still picture when Jason asked her to be his girlfriend. She sat in the library reading, it was her day off from the Legion and she wanted to relax and have some time to herself. She had a cup of coffee next to her. She felt so at peace. Y/N heard the library doors swing open loudly but she didn’t bother to look up as she was deep in her book.

“Shhh!!” The Librarian hushed.

“Sorry sorry,” said a familiar voice. You looked up to see an out of breathe Jason. She smiled and thought he looked so cute. He made his way over to her and he looked incredibly nervous.

“Hey y/n.”

“Hey Jason what brings you around here today?” You asked setting down your book. Jason looked down and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“I was - I was just wondering if you wanted to take a walk with me around the lake?”

Your heart skipped a beat. You and Jason usually do things together but you couldn’t help but feel the slight romantic tension in the air. You ended up falling for this sweet boy. But little did you know he had fallen for you. You who helped him open up a bit and realize there’s more to life than being a soldier.

“Sure! Let’s go.” You said grabbing your items and leaving with Jason. He held open the library door for you and slowly closed it so he wouldn’t get scolded by the librarian.

You two walked in comfortable silence side by side. Shoulders ever so slightly grazing. Both you and Jason’s hands swung at your side as if waiting to see who would grab whose hand first. And that was Jason. Jason slowly grabbed onto y/n’s pinky, then slowly made his way to holding her hand. She can feel the heat in her face, her heart pounding. In panic she pulled away and stopped walking

“I uh- sooooo,” She stumbled.

“I brought you out here Y/N to tell you,” He Gulped. “To tell you how much I like you- like as in more than just a friend. You’re so precious to me. You’ve shown me so much and I want you… if you will have me.. be mine?”

Y/N felt as though her heart was about to bounce out of her chest. Her face was beet red, her hands felt sweaty. This love she felt for Jason couldn’t be expressed into words. Jason could tell she was panicking and grabbed both of her hands and held them to his chest. His other hand caressed her cheek softly.

“I’ve just felt like there’s something there between us, and if you don’t feel the same way I under-“

“No Jason, It’s not that I’m just.. nervous. I like you too a lot. Maybe more than like.” She finally said.

“I don’t want to get hurt, I like you so much Jason but I know you have a lot of girls that like you, are you sure you want this?” She asked.

Jason smiled, gods his smile was so gorgeous. He nodded, and slowly leaned in “More than anything.”

Y/N finished closing the gap and pressed her lips against Jason’s soft ones.

“I’ll never leave you, I won’t ever look at any girl, I want us to be together, I won’t ever forget you I promise.” Jason whispered.

~

“Earth to Y/N??? Helloooo?” Percy waved a hand in front of your face. You snapped back to reality, a single tear rolled down your face.

“Are you ok there?” Percy asked concerned.

“Yea sorry I just was relishing on a memory. Just thinking when and if I’ll ever see Jason again.” She said. Will she ever see him again?

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

Friendship, Like a Mirror's Shards

They stood as friends ready to be divided, and already feeling the divide in their souls.

"I'll miss you," said Anneka for the hundredth time.

"It's only a couple of months," said Sadie, in a voice that was supposed to be comforting and didn't quite manage it. "It'll be over before you know it!"

Anneka frowned and picked a daisy, tearing off the petals one by one. "It still feels like a long time. You've never gone away this long in my entire life."

Sadie tried to smile, failed, and grabbed for Anneka instead. They clung to each other like each had found a port in the storm.

"Is it possible to love someone too much?" asked Anneka, voice wavering. "Maybe you're being taken away because I care about you too much." She always cared more about people than they cared about her; it was just a fact of life.

Sadie laughed. "Honey, no. We're going for a holiday, it's not - it's not the end of the world, you know?"

Anneka tore the last petal off the daisy and dropped the stem. She wanted to say that it felt like it. She wanted to say that she loved Sadie more than anyone in the world. She wanted to ask her if she truly found her annoying.

She said nothing.

"But, listen, you've reminded me - I wrote a letter, and you mustn't read it unless you're terribly lonesome. Promise?"

"Promise." Anneka received the dainty pink missive with eager hands and wished she'd written one too. "What does terribly mean? In this context."

"I don't know. Like you can't bear it."

"All right." She put it in her pocket, feeling a little cheered up. "I'll do my best."

~

The time, as one might expect, passed. Anneka moped for a while, then decided to put her best face on and pretend she wasn't broken up by Sadie's absence. She walked and rode and practised a few things she'd been meaning to get around to for a long, long time. The letter burned in her pocket, and one day she put it in a drawer, underneath her clothes, and left it there. No matter how much she wanted to, she kept putting off reading it, in case she wanted it more later.

Once Sadie came back, she forgot about it.

~

Anneka pulled things out of her drawers in a hurry, mind whirling. She wasn't going to bring everything, not right now; but she did need at least a couple of changes of clothing. She scrambled through the sorting to shove things into a small case, rather haphazardly, dumping other things in piles on the floor. When she came back for the rest, she'd clean it up. No need to get it all now, especially since Vaniah would be waiting for her.

She got to the bottom of the drawer and paused in surprise at a pink letter, inscribed in a child's large hand with her own name. Memories came flooding back, and she wondered suddenly how Sadie was. They'd fallen out of touch last year, and Sadie had since shifted to a town four hours away. Despite their closeness as children, as adults they only retained a general sense of acquaintance. They didn't really know each other now.

She must remember to write to Sadie and tell her of the wedding, probably send pictures of the ring and all that. Sadie had been interested in weddings as a child, liking the dress-up aspect of them despite not being interested in having one herself. Anneka wondered how she was doing with the law now. She should write and ask.

She opened the letter carefully, reading it despite the time she was taking doing so. By the end she was crying.

~

Dear Anneka,

I'm going to miss you. I hope you know how much you mean to me and always will. No matter what happens in our lives, we'll still be a part of each other, won't we? I think people are like smashed mirrors and we all pick up a bit of each other and reflect them. I thought you were the poetic one, but leavetaking brings out the poet in me, or something.

When you're fearfully lonely, I hope you read this letter and remember how much I love you. Imagine me hugging you really tight right now. This is only a letter so I can't, not really, but it can help, can't it?

I think people underestimate how much little things can help. Letters, or telling people you were thinking of them, or any of that kind of thing. When you think about it, we're really made up of all the little things, aren't we? Life isn't about the big choices - well, not completely - it's about the everyday moments and the time we spent together and the laughter we shared. The little choices every moment, to choose friendship or apathy. Apathy is dangerous, Anneka. It's the worst thing you can succumb to, I think. Even worse than actively wrong things, you know?

Letting people slip away is so easy and yet it's the thing we must prevent above all else. It's dangerous. I hope I don't do the same with you, Anneka. I love you too much to let you go. (I wonder how much the people who do let one another walk away feel like that at the start anyway?)

(Surely having tried and having loved and having felt is enough sometimes. Surely sometimes you're just not going to hold on to a friendship. Maybe it was worth it all the way along even if it isn't forever. Treasure the moments regardless of their longevity, if they're important.)

I don't know. I get existential sometimes, you know? I like to write and I like to love and even more, I like to be loved. I still love you, Anneka. I will even if we get to the stage where we can't tell each other. It's still here inside me. Is that where it matters most?

Sadie

~

When she got to the home that would be hers from now on, Anneka's first task was filling her drawers with clothing. She put the letter underneath, carefully, where she could read it again. Maybe someday she'd show Vaniah.

~

tagging @silent-silver-slip who got me thinking about the whole concept of friendship and losing friendships and it still being important anyway

[commanderbuffy]

the tanthamore affair - bonus scene (ch. 7)

“Canyon maze,” Kit says, her voice soft and shaky, but some how still confident, as she raises her head up from where it had been resting on Jade’s shoulders. 

A shiver runs down Jade’s spine like ice. She pulls out of Kit and shuffles backward across the large mattress, as far from Kit as possible. Jade’s heart is beating a mile a minute, and she brings her knees to her chest, wraps her arms around them.

Her eyes feel large and wide in her head as she keeps them on Kit. She waits, waits for Kit to explain. She doesn’t have to explain. But it’s Kit. Kit always talks to her, even if Jade sometimes has to wade through babble to figure out what she’s actually trying to say.

But there isn’t even babble for her to sift her way through.

Instead, Kit breathes heavy, her body is in the same position it had fallen to on the mattress as Jade had pulled away from her. Which is when Jade realizes that Kit is hyperventilating. 

“Kit,” she calls out. “You need to sit up. You’re not able to breathe properly like that.” She wants to rush to her side, lift her up and place a reassuring hand on her back as she coaches her through the timed breathing that has always worked in the past when Kit was in the middle of a panic attack.

But she’s naked, and Kit just called canyon maze. She called their safe word. The word that ends their friends with benefits relationship full stop.

No questions asked.

“Kit,” Jade pleads, “Please just sit up.”

Her voice must make it through because Kit sits and raises her arms to lace her fingers behind her head, opening her airways. Jade keeps nervous eyes trained on Kit’s face and mentally counts each inhale and exhale. In for five, out for seven. 

Color starts to return to Kit’s pale face.

Jade doesn’t want to push Kit to talk. She knows she doesn’t deserve a reason. That was the point of ‘canyon maze’. The point of trusting each other. The point of the safe word.

But Jade’s nervous for Kit. Something is wrong. Something that Jade missed. How had she missed it? There had been the incident in the bathroom, of course, but otherwise Kit had seemed fine.

Hadn’t she?

Had she so absorbed in her delusion that Kit…that they were…that they could be…had she been so self-centered that she hadn’t realized that Kit was suffering silently?

But Kit doesn’t tell her what happened. Instead, she quickly stands and pulls the clothes out of the top of her duffle bag - a USC t-shirt and sweatpants.

“Kit…” Jade hedges, hoping to reach her friend. Because, despite everything, Kit is her best friend. She’s her person.

“No,” Kit shakes her head. “I…I can’t. I have to…I can’t…I have to go.”

And she does, without turning back to face Jade for even a moment.

So, Jade stays there, naked and alone and the AC is cranked too high without Kit’s body heat beside her. She’s not sure how long she sits curled into herself, staring blankly at the corner of duvet where she’d kissed up Kit’s body. Kissed her. Pressed her lips to Kit’s. Felt like there was something there. Something more.

She’d thought Kit was going to tell her that she loved her.

She thought…she’d thought she was more to Kit. But now, she realizes she never could be.

Eventually, she reaches into Kit’s bag and pulls out a sweatshirt. She doesn’t know where her bag is, and Kit’s she can reach without leaving the bed.

And Kit’s sweatshirt smells like her. Smells like her deodorant. Smells just so distinctly Kit.

So, when Jade falls asleep on the too big mattress in the too cold room in the too empty space, she can almost pretend that Kit is still there with her.

Jade expects the tears to come.

But they never do.

Because she should have known. She knew it was inevitable. 

That Kit would break her heart.

[stalkedbytrains]

Dead Letters, Missing Wife

First Letter

Dead Letter #2 The Vows of Children

Luckily, you hadn't moved at all since you moved into this house. Your parents moved out to the suburbs back when you were small, right before you met Siobhan actually.

That means that going to the pond is an easy affair. It is not far at all, but for an adventurous six year old it felt like miles away.

You're still amazing that your parents left you alone unsupervised for so long as a child. So many things could have happened to you, and a lot of them were not good.

The pond has largely remained the same over the years, but it feels smaller now that you are older. The water is high this year because it's been a wet summer. You find a nice fallen tree to sit on, not something super big but big enough to support your weight and something close to the edge of the water.

A loud croak interrupts the silence of the space, loud enough to be super close and big enough to only come from a large and ancient toad or frog (you can never tell the difference).

You sit and marvel at the scene around you, even if it is ruined a little by the proximity to a major roadway.

After you fail to push away the nervousness of the burning letter in your bag, sent to you from your wife from who knows where, you reach in and bring out the heavy piece of paper.

There's something about this letter that is different than the first.

This one feels like the precipice, the threshold you must cross to solve the mystery, to find Siobhan.

For a moment the doubt swell inside of you, threatening to take you over and turn you back, to turn you home.

However, you have never been afraid of the unknown.

Well, maybe that wasn't entirely true since you seek out answers before you invest in anything.

Then you see Siobhan in your mind. The girl that you loved and the hazy thoughts that defined her.

You have to know, you have to see this through.

You break the seal of the letter and you can almost feel the subtle changes that happen in response. The world has changed slightly, and you change with it.

"My love,

There's an expression I heard once that I can't help but think upon as you go through this journey: look to the mouths of babes if you seek the truth.

I think there is some truth to that even if the religious aspects and the concepts that these distant gods hope to impose upon you is not something to lionize. With the words you said to me on the banks of the pond will always stick with me.

You told me that you would always be there for me.

You said that you would always love me, no matter what I wore or who I was.

You vowed to always help me with my homework. Even if I started hanging out with Clair more than you.

That last part always made me laugh. You were always so concerned and jealous that I might want to be friends with Clair more than you.

I can promise you that was never an option. She always seemed very aloof and like she was better than you and me. And I remember the time she threw your toy over the fence during recess. I got in a lot of trouble for getting it back for you, but it was worth it.

Like so many of the things I do for you.

I hope that you remember what I vowed to you. Because I still stand by it. If you asked of me the world I would give it to you. If you wanted me to give up all that I am supposed to be, it would be the easiest choice in the universe.

If you wish for me to keep on this mask and this veil that you know as me, then I would be happy.

Your eternal love,

Siobhan"

You read the letter once. Twice.

Again.

The words have a weight.

There's a shadow that this letter casts that extends back in time.

You don't know what your memories of Siobhan are. Are they rose colored? Good natured and child-like? Did you accidentally gloss over the bad things and the terrible events that a child didn't want to hold on to, keeping only the good? Or did you latch on to someone that you knew was interesting and different and strange and possibly dangerous because she was all of those things and your life was not?

There's something here that you can't quite figure out.

Despite the last lingering warmth of autumn and the sun shining down on you, you feel a chill.

The vow that Siobhan made you, all those years ago comes back.

The extremely serious six year old held your hands and told you, "I vow to protect you from the invisible and the hollows. I vow to care for you more than I care for myself. And I vow to always trade my pudding for your carrots at lunch."

You laugh to yourself as you remember how much you hated the carrots during lunch and always tried to convince Siobhan to trade them for her dessert. She never complained, or refused.

But now you can't help but think about things that are invisible and hollow. What are they? What is that supposed to me?

Clearly Siobhan and some strange government office thought that these vows were binding in ways more than just legal.

The frogs croak loudly at you as you sit and think.

There's a cold, empty space in your guts. A deep nervousness that has been growing since you opened the second letter.

You jump off the log and run back to your house.

You can't shake the feeling that you need to read the third letter as fast as possible.

You really should have brought it with you.

my kofi with all my other works

[bubblygiggles]

A best friend thing (CAROLXDARYL TICKLE FIC) Season 10 SPOILERS WARNING

as per requested, i hope you enjoy <;3 @rwateringcan03

The revving of the motorcycle’s engine roared through the forest. Upon Carol’s request, Daryl and she were on their way to a spot where they could hunt. She rested her head on his back, wrapping her arms around his waist, trying to engrave this moment into her traumatized memory. Being away from him for so long felt strange, lonely almost, even though that’s what she intended to find comfort in when she sailed across the sea on her small boat. Their friendship, his presence, and dog made her feel safe. Lost in her thoughts, she played with the folds of his shirt, hugging him from behind. She would have never thought the redneck squirrel eater that she shared a camp with would become her closest friend. What would he have done to her ex-husband if he was still alive now? Would they have been friends had he lived? she felt Daryl move her hand away from his stomach. 

“Don’t tickle me when I’m driving woman” he barked over his shoulder.

“Sorry” 

She forgot that he was ticklish there. One of her favourite things was to tease Daryl and make him crack a smile. He’s always so grumpy and serious, especially since losing Rick. She didn’t blame him, they lost so many people along the way, it would drain anyone from their last drop of joy. 

They finally arrived to a spot near a river, where they hunted for little critters and fish. Carol spotted a deer which she hit with an arrow, but it escaped into the territory of the Whisperers. Daryl had to stop her before she crossed the invisible line. She had so much vengeful hate for that horrible woman, calling herself Alpha like she’s someone important. Daryl had to bring her back to reality, away from the enemies’s ground. 

They sat down on a fallen tree, surrounded by shy bird songs and the echo of the forrest. 

“Let’s runaway together.” Carol broke the silence.

“On your boat?”

“Yes, you and me.”

“And dog?”

“And dog.”

“The sea ain’t my thing… You could come home instead?” He glanced at her reaction, which saddened at the thought of going back to the place where she lost her son. She shook her head as to shake out the bad thoughts from her head. 

“Fine, let’s take your bike instead. Drive into the unknown!” 

“We ain’t got enough gas for that. We’ll just end up stranded somewhere.”

She rolled her eyes. “Since when did you become such a party pooper?”

“Since I haven’t seen my best friend for too long.” 

They looked at each other, exchanging a slight smile. 

“Are we going to have matching bracelets?” She teased.

“Shut up.” He playfully pushed her, chuckling.

“We can make a matching one for Dog too.”

“Yeah, we could.” 

The silence returned, making itself comfortable between them. She felt the distance that she created in their connection by leaving him for so long. He has been alone, and so has she, it’s almost as if they forgot how to be around each other. She didn’t like that, not at all. 

“Why are you so quiet?” She kicked her legs slightly, saying it while she looked at the ground.

“What do you want me to say?” 

“I don’t know..”

“Yeah, my point exactly.”

“Well, you can sing or something..” a smile formed on her face from the thought of him singing 

He looked at her with the most dreadful look possible. It’s the silliest thing he heard her say in a long time. 

“Or laugh at least!” She poked his stomach, making him crunch up in defence. 

She kept on poking with one hand until she slipped in her other, now clawing at his sensitive belly. The sensation was too overwhelming for him to handle, forcing him to bring his knees to his chest, hoping to block her evil fingers. But all that did was make him lose his balance and fall backwards onto the ground, legs hanging over the fallen tree. She laughed out loud in surprise. Oh how she missed their tickle fights.

Dog got up and delivered an abundance of wet kisses onto Daryl’s face, giving Carol the perfect opportunity to attack. She lunged at him, clawing gently at his exposed stomach, his shirt rid up a little from the fall. 

“NAHAHA CAHAHAROHOL STOHOHOP!” He desperately tried getting a grip of her hands, but she was too quick for him to catch them. He wiggled around like a worm on a hook, throwing her off and getting up as fast as he could. 

“Oh no we aren’t done here” she got up too, a playful grin on her face.

“Carol…” he backed away slowly, as she followed his steps.

“Do you remember how I used to wreck you back at the prison?”

“It’s not fair… You’re not ticklish.”

“Well, sucks for you.” 

At that, he made a run for it, using the trees to pivot faster and try to throw her off his trail. But she was in a playful mood, there was no winning for him and he knew that. She chased him around a little more until he slipped on muddy leaves, landing right on his back. Next thing he knew, her weight pinned his torso down and he felt his shirt being pulled up.

“AAAAH HAHAHA”  his husky scream was followed by a hoarse laughter.

She blew a raspberry right on his belly button, making him kick his feet in the air. God he hated when she did that. 

“Another one?” She teased.

“NononoOnoOnono PLEASE just gentle tiCKLes” his voice jumped with every tickle he felt.

“Okay Pooki” She resumed her attack, lightly scratching his stomach underneath his shirt. He bucked, he rolled from side to side, he squeaked and yelped and kicked, but he never stopped her. Seems like he missed their tickle fights too.

His raspy laughter soon went silent, laying on the cold ground as waves of tickles tormented his body. He couldn’t even open his eyes he was laughing so much. Carol eased up on him, pushing his sweaty bangs covering his eyes. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, exhausted laughter gradually stopping. She lay down beside him, resting her face against his arm. 

“I missed you.” She gently said.

“I missed you too.” 

[offsidekineticist]

Somehow I have both the inspiration and the motivation to write, like, complete pieces and not just scattered collections of scenes? Not sure how long this will last. I'm hoping long enough that I can actually write this arc, because that would make me really happy.

So here's the next part of the (Completely Platonic!) Breakup. I, uh, may have almost made myself cry with this one....

CW: sad post-breakup Theo, violence against children, violence against Theo, blood, discussion of imminent torture and execution

Your Greatest Regret

It's been some time since you had to endure a breakup. It feels strange to call it that, this falling out with your best friend, but it is the closest word for what you're experiencing. You hadn't realized how much a part of you he had become until he left, and now you realize you don't know how to be whole anymore.

Because wherever you go, there he is. He is in the impulse to commit the children's antics to memory so you can use them to make him laugh. He is in the tin of chocolate in your cupboard that you would never touch for your own sake (you haven't been able to stand chocolate since the bleaching). He is in the half-finished scarf you meant to give to him, and the second floor study he used to use as a foyer. If you hadn't already known you loved him before, this cavalcade of loss, the likes of which you haven't known since before the bleaching, would have convinced you.

This is not your first breakup. In your youth - or at least before the bleaching - you had fallen in love every other week, or so it seemed, usually with someone who absolutely did not deserve your regard. It had irritated Regill to no end before he left. And because of your emotional issues back then, you are well-acquainted with explosive, belligerent separations and the subsequent effort to purge your life of all reminders of your ex. Even so, you feel lost. You try to convince yourself that this is nothing you haven't felt before, but you can't. 

Giliys is–was–special. He was the first after the bleaching. You honestly hadn't thought you were capable of falling in love anymore, it had been so long–more than forty years passed between the end of the bleaching and meeting Giliys. You had thought it was just part of the price you paid for that emotional distance, that calmness that made you say–still makes you say–that the bleaching was the best thing to ever happen to you. And if that was the price of self-control, of not destroying another relationship as you did with your brother–well, you were perfectly capable of being happy alone.

And then you met Giliys, and he tried to stab you in your living room before collapsing and falling on his knife, and you really couldn't do anything except drag him to the couch and apply what you could remember of emergency field medicine to hopefully avoid the scandal of Mr. Theo asking the town guard to dispose of a corpse for him.

You had forgotten the good parts of life Before the bleaching. You remembered the overwhelming rage, the loss of control that came with the deluge of poorly managed emotions. You had forgotten what it was like for the mere thought of someone to be enough to make you smile, or for their touch to bring a high that lasted all day. You had forgotten the excitement that came with a surprise visit, the sheer joy of surprising someone special. You had forgotten what it felt like to be in love, and Giliys reminded you. He made you feel young in the best possible way, and now you feel his absence in the worst possible way.

You hate it. You hate that you miss him, after what he did. You hate that still, even after that revelation, even after watching him stand and boast of what he built on the backs of the damned, even knowing he sees nothing wrong with betraying innocents to hell and making you complicit–still! You love him–or at least you love the man you thought he was. But your heart doesn't seem to know the difference. It will settle for the man that he is, and you hate it for that.

The library is your only relief. When you walk into the children's section in the morning, you can almost feel your grief slough off at the door. Even before the bleaching, this place was your sanctuary from whatever emotions plagued you. The moment you walk through the door, it is no longer about you. It's about the kids. And so for those few hours every day, you can (mostly) escape your loss. 

It makes it all the more disturbing when that sanctuary is violated.

It begins early in the morning, before any of the children have arrived, about five months after you ceased to be whole. The library manager calls a staff meeting, and you assume it's going to be about the collection boxes for outdated histories of Cheliax. (Ever since they installed the new boxes, the lids have been getting stuck, so people have been leaving them open, and now you have birds nesting in books scheduled to be burned at the next clarity festival. Figuring out what to do about the nests has been the controversy of the month) Instead you find your very nervous manager standing beside a dwarven knight in black armor: armor sculpted to mimic musculature exposed from under flayed flesh. It is the armor of the Order of the Rack, the knights tasked with erasing unapproved histories and dangerous thought from Cheliax. 

(For a moment, you still think he's here about the birds' nests)

Your manager clears her throat. "Good morning, everyone! Ah, as you can see, we have a guest today. Maralictor Trorhammer is here for a, uh, routine inspection of our facilities. And, possibly, to help with the collection box situation?" 

"No."

"Alrighty then!" She says, doing a dreadful job of masking her nervousness with relentless positivity. "Please cooperate with Sir Trorhammer and the rest of his knights to the best of your abilities. Obviously they work very hard to keep us and our community safe, so we should do what we can to help them help us during this…standard inspection."

You've worked at this library for nearly a hundred years. There is nothing standard or routine about a unit of hellknights showing up for a surprise inspection. They are looking for something–or someone–specific. Your thoughts flash to your mother's bag, currently under your desk in the children's section, filled with the books you've saved from the pyre over the years–you didn't dare store them anywhere but on your person, lest someone stumble upon them during a visit or burglary. But your paranoia has backfired. Whatever the knight is looking for, he will surely search your bag for it. And you can't help but feel as though he's watching you specifically.

The meeting adjourns, and you return to your desk, and you try to convince yourself they can't be there for you. Your only contact with resistance groups was through Giliys, and your books are your most cherished secret. Not even Qweck knows about your collection–you've only ever told Giliys, and he would never tell a Rack knight about it. 

He wouldn't, you're sure. He would never. He was angry with you, sure, but he wouldn't–

Wouldn't he? You threatened his life, after all. When has Giliys ever hesitated to eliminate a threat?

You do your best to push aside these thoughts. It doesn't matter how the Rack knows, it matters if they know. In all likelihood, they don't yet, but that doesn't mean they won't stumble across your secret by accident. You need a plan.

An absolutely mad plan spins itself in your mind: take your bag, say you're taking a break, and walk out. Follow the road east, do not look back, do not stop until you are in Andoran. Then your sanity returns to you. Putting aside that you have a duty to the people of Brastlewark, that you have a life here, and that you would almost certainly be caught before you crossed the border–why, in heaven's name, would you ever want to go to Andoran?! 

No. You need a better solution. You're on the right track–go for a lunch break with your bag of books–but instead of running away, just find a better hiding space. Go home, empty the bag in the attic, return to work. Yes, that could work–if you can make it to your lunch break without being found out.

The morning passes painfully slowly, the knights clanking about the library in search of something, incorrectly reshelving books, glaring at the children, and complaining that the ceiling is too low. You do your best to ignore them and go about your day as usual. You find books about teeth for little Kelsib, and you help Prin read her latest picture book, and you check on the kids drawing in the art corner and admire their work, and–

"Whose bag is this?" One of the knights–a female aasimar with flaming yellow eyes–shouts while holding up your mother's bag, and you curse your forgetfulness for not keeping it on your person. For a moment, you consider pretending you don't know whose it is before realizing that would be pointless–your colleagues and the children all know that bag by sight (your mother embroidered a very distinctive smiley face onto it before she died, and you've meticulously repaired and maintained it since it came into your possession). Even if they didn't, it was found at your desk. Denial would only risk someone else being hurt while the hellknights pressured someone to admit the obvious.

"That would be mine," you volunteer, keeping your voice as even as possible. "Why?" The library is completely still except for the sound of clanking as the other knights step closer, encircling you like black metal sharks that have caught the scent of blood. 

The knight silently turns the bag inside out. Dozens upon dozens upon dozens of books cascade to the floor–the result of decades of skulking and lying and stealing from clarity pyres, exposed and laid bare in front of the worst possible audience. 

(Was this how Giliys felt? This simultaneous horror and relief as you no longer have to carry this secret because your very life has begun to evaporate in front of you? No. It can't have been. He only lost a friendship that night. You're about to lose what's left of your world.)

Trorhammer, who was watching from the side, begins going through the pile. He wears a self-satisfied smirk as he looks up. "Found you," he says, and nods in your direction. You're suddenly seized by two knights who stood behind you through this display. Your hands are forced behind your back and locked in manacles. It's all so fast, and you want to retreat into the rapidly forming mental fog in your mind, except–

"LEAVE MR. THEO ALONE!" Pel, a spirited girl all of five years old with bright blue hair that bristles out in all directions, shouts from across the art corner, her drawing of knights and dragons forgotten. Before you can say anything, she has jumped to her feet and hurries towards you.

"Pel, no–!" Too late. She came too close. The half elf holding your right arm with a painfully tight grip kicks out a pointed black boot that's bigger than Pel is. You watch Pel launch backwards and into a bookcase with a thud and a crack. You hear screams, but none of them belong to Pel. She crumples onto the floor, and you see the blood begin to pool beneath her head. You try to pull away to her side, but you're held in place by black gauntleted hands that grip you painfully close.

"I don't know what this man has been teaching you," Trorhammer says, addressing the children, "but that is what happens to dissidents. There is a rot in this town, and it will be burned out, whether by my order or by your king. See that you're not burned with it."

"They are children!" you shout at Trorhammer as the knights on either side of you drag you to the door, rage rising in you as you hear your charges' whimpering. Trorhammer raises his right hand. The knights holding your arms stop. The dwarf steps directly in front of you. Without warning, his hand whips out, backhanding you with a spiked gauntlet. Your glasses crunch and shatter and bend under the force of the blow. The spikes tear through your flesh. The broken pieces of your glasses fall to the floor as you cry out in pain, and you hear another chorus of screams and sobs.

"As I said: this is what happens to dissidents," Trorhammer says, returning his attention to traumatizing the children. "That you are young will not save you from what's coming," he finishes, and you realize, much like Giliys, Trorhammer is also special: you can't remember ever, even before the bleaching, hating a man as much as you hate this bastard. 

You're dragged away before you can say a word to the children cowering in what should have been their sanctuary. You see the other library staff coming from their stations to see the source of the commotion.

"They hurt Pel! She needs help!" you shout to your colleagues. None of them move, frozen by fear or shock or indifference or something–it doesn't matter why because Pel needs their help. "Help Pel! Help her, please!" you shout as you're dragged out the door.

Your arrest will be remembered the way the Great Fire of Brastlewark is–everyone living in Brastlewark at the time will be able to say exactly what they were doing when they found out. Those who watched them frog-march you through the town to their prisoner transport will whisper about how composed and serene you looked, despite the gashes, like a holy martyr in a painting. The Thrune loyalists will remember it differently–they will call you detached and aloof, dissociating, already breaking under the strain. But then your loyalists will tell of the children you saw along your march, and how you smiled and nodded and gave them what comfort you could, and the more reckless among them will meet in basements and back rooms and attics and plan their vengeance, because House Thrune would rue the day they hurt Mr. Theo.

But you know none of this. You only know they are marching you through the streets in broad daylight where the children can see, and you must put on a brave face because the children are afraid, and there will be more to make them afraid in the coming days because yours will not be the last arrest, and you must show them how to be brave, braver than any child should ever have to be. You failed the children in the library. You will not fail the ones out of it.

They throw you roughly into the transport and slam the door behind you. There are no windows. You are alone in the dark, and it hits you: You are going to die. They are going to take you somewhere far away and beat you until you say what they want and then put you through a sham trial and execute you in the public square. You will never see your library again. You will never walk the streets of Brastlewark and greet your neighbors again. You will never find out what was finally done about the birds nesting in the collection boxes. You will never know if Pel is going to be alright. And you will never see Qweck again, unless she comes to watch you die.

(Gods, please no, you'd rather die a thousand horrible deaths than let her watch them kill you)

There are so many things you are going to miss, so much you still wanted to do and see, but you realize your biggest regret–and you hate that this is your greatest regret, and you hate yourself for regretting it–is that you never told Giliys you love him, too. And it galls you that, after everything he did, you already know your last thoughts will be of him.

[skyplant]

Honestly, I agree

I thought that our relationship with "new" old bros will be a little harder. Not like in original, bc MC much more capable protect themselves, but still, it was too fast, even if I mean fine with that, I still would like a little longer knowing each other /although I can believe that Mammon always will be our first friend//

But again, yeah, I want nightbrige a more dark, I hope that season two give us that .D

I mean, give us more conflict! I would like to see MC who more distant from those bros bc it's hurt to be with them, but still they NEED to be with them bc they need pacts and MC just suffering argh

/hope brothers saw that letter which MC wrote for them, I NEED ANGST

Not funny party at the end of season >:(

/sorry for my english and have a good day!

Exactly my problem with the new game. While I haven’t gotten past lesson 11/13 (I haven’t really touched it since lesson 14 released) there hasn’t been anything interesting since the reapers lair.

What I would of liked Solomare to do was have Lucifer spare MC but abandon them after the curse was placed and swear to kill them if they returned or something (like appeared around the rest of the brothers). It would have added extra (more like some) proper conflict and you could have a sub plot of MC having to run off a timer before the brothers could ‘marinate’ and become more demonic, meaning that MC would have to try and regain the pacts before they got too demon-y.

THEN AFTER they regain their trust without lying (as much as possible) we could have all the fluffy crap. Like come on, it took probably 17ish lessons for us to get that in the first game, it should be harder this time, especially with them all being freshly fallen.

And it’s also real weird how we get all the VERY intimate options so early in the game.

As you said, it would make more sense for MC to be distant as it would 1. Add more conflict, and 2. Would build tension to get to that conflict. Like imaging this, Asmodeus tries so hard for MC but they can’t be around him because of their emotional turmoil and THAT is what leads to the bath tub debacle where Asmo snaps and tries to go back to the celestial realm. OR MC could mainly interact with Satan because he’s so different from our Satan, and it’s like they’re 2 completely different demons, and that would build jealousy but also fix the entire bs that is there only being mean options for him. (My god do I hate the treatment of nightbringer Satan).

It would also bring on some really interesting plot line with Belphie, MC being the most distant with him because of their fears of lesson 16 repeating.

There is just so much missed potential because Solomair wants to give us “fluffy intimacy” just so they can take in more money!

Also your English is perfectly fine!

[oddyssey77]

Legal Trouble - Annabeth

TW: Lawyers :D

POV Annabeth Chase

We clambered out of the cave through the crevasse in the roof. I still couldn't understand what was happening to us. I wanted to believe that Percy and Nico were out there somewhere looking for us as well. I also began to notice that Will was starting to act uncomfortable when we talk about the attack on the camp. As if he were holding something back from me.

We were standing in a large, endless wheat field and no matter how far we'd travel through it, nothing ever changed. I decided to not bring up how little I knew about our situation. I was completely lost and had no plan whatsoever. None at all. 

Nothing, no matter how hard I thought, made any sense to me. It was completely illogical. Are we in another realm? Are there more stone warriors looking for us right now? Is Luke really dead? Can Athena help me? Is Percy out there? Does he know what's going on? How is Ethan Nakamura involved in everything? Are Will and I going to make it back?

"It'll be alright, Annabeth. There is something about this place, Something not powerful." Will told me.

"How is that alright?" I argued

"No, good powerful. It feels similar to when I met my father last year."

"So Apollo's around?"

"I'm not sure."

"Before the attack started on the camp I could see it coming. I think Apollo sent me a vision." Will sounded very uncomfortable talking about it.

"Well what was in the vision?"

"I could see them marching up the hill. And there was a voice. It was chanting something. A prophecy."

"What was it?"

The Engineer and his fall from grace,

Once more shall you see his face

In caves, cliffs, fields and flames

You must escape the worst of games

"Well we've been to the caves and now we're in the fields." I said, "That just leaves cliffs and flames." 

"I think I like our two better." Will decided. I nodded absently, agreeing with him, but I was still focused on that prophecy. 

"Who could the engineer be?" I muttered, "Valdez maybe."

Will looked at me ominously, "Annabeth. There's more."

The Sun, the star, the ocean, the wise,

Will fail to stop his inevitable rise.

The boar, hammer, strength and flight

One will die from the wretched blight.

"Well that's jolly." Will chuckled sarcastically. Will always deflects negative thoughts and expectations or he covers them up with humor, "So it looks like I'm the sun, you're the wise, and I'd be willing to bet the ocean is Percy, wherever he is."

I shook at the sound of Percy's name. 

"The boar is the symbol of Ares," I sighed, "That could be Frank."

"The hammer's Hephaestus. So that's probably Leo." Will stated

"So we are just missing the star, the strength and the flight." 

"Flight would've been Jason." 

The silence was so loud it hurt my brain. Jason. It had only been a few weeks since his death. We were all still shook to the bone at the thought of him. Will loved Jason. They had been best friends while the Argo II was being built. Will treated grief differently though. 

The rest of us wanted to distract ourselves. Think about anything other than Jason. Or, in Percy's case. Just cry. But Will didn't grieve. He pretended to himself that everything was alright. As if Jason were still here or something. He would forget that anything was wrong and just carry on smiling, hoping that the nightmare would end without him having to face it.

"Well that's an unsettling prophecy," I sighed

"Then you're not going to like this."

"What?" 

"There's more."

To save the dove who's eyes bleed red,

But wind up calling upon the witch of dead.

Face off against the fallen king,

And suffer the pain of his final sting

"Oh gods."

"So no matter what we do, this king will still win?" Will asked

"Not necessarily. It's possible that we still win but the king will still manage to do something terrible."

"Well dove is Piper. Something bad is going to happen to her. We all had to share a paragraph. She gets this one all to herself."

"So whatever happens, Piper is in danger." I sighed, worried about my friend.

"Something like that."

~Some Time Later~

After slashing our way through the endless fields for another few hours, my stomach was starting to groan. Will and I hadn't even thought about food. We were in desperate hunger by now though, and it wasn't getting any better. 

"What's this?" Will pondered as we approached the only clearing in the wheat for miles round. There was a pile of rocks in the center with an engraving that read Ὁ Δικαιόπολις βραδέως ἐκβαίνει έκ τοῦ οἴκου.

Shrine of Demeter I translated,

"Don't suppose Demeter's around?" 

"She couldn't be behind this could she??" Will asked

"Well I'll bet she's at least behind all of this wheat." I muttered, "Stupid wheat."

"STUPID WHAT?!" A voice boomed from behind us.

Demeter was standing there, in her green flowery dress with a pouty expression on her face. 

"Demeter," Will gasped, "I meant not to insult you or your crops."

"He really didn't." I assured.

"Alright. I believe you. If I am being honest I am not here because of that." the goddess huffed, "Your friend was here not long ago. daughter of Zeus."

"Thalia??" I gasped in shock

"Yes. With the Roman she was. She gave me quite a stern talking to. I was almost convinced to change my ways. But with everything that is going on underground, and with Apollo's desperate need for my help, I didn't deem now the appropriate time to repopularise the farming industry."

"What's going on underground?" I asked inquisitively.

"What's going on with my dad?" Will asked in succession. 

"Oh, Apollo came to my palace yesterday. He has been there ever since. He's gotten himself into quite trouble with Olympus. Zeus is not happy."

I was about to share my deepest apologies for Apollo's situation and turn the conversation back to the underground thing. That is, if Will hadn't had butt in.

"Take me to him," Will demanded.

"Will," I muttered angrily, "What are you doing?"

"I have to see Apollo. I have to."

"Very well." Demeter granted. "But you must swear to do something for me, son of Apollo. You too, daughter of Athena."

Something about this request made me very uncomfortable.

"This may feel like an attack, you being here, but it is not. This is a quest. On this quest, you will venture through caves, cliffs, fields and flames."

The line of the prophecy I thought. 

"When the choice comes, Solace. You must save her. Or I will whittle out every curse I know onto your mortal bones."

"Jolly," Will muttered.

"Save who?" I asked her. But she didn't respond.

"Swear it, Solace."  she bellowed

"Careful, Will." 

"I swear. I swear I'll save her. Whoever she is." 

Demeter nodded approvingly and the area around us lit up like Christmas. I was forced to shut my eyes and felt a searing headache hit from the intense brightness. I felt the soft grass get replaced by cold, solid flooring. 

I hesitantly opened my eyes as I realised that I was crouching in the porch of Demeter's official palace on Olympus. I looked around at the tall green marble columns holding up the large pediments. I designed this I thought. 

Demeter's palace was a tricky one for Annabeth to plan out. It needed to have nature bond with the fundamental man-made aspect of a palace in general. Annabeth was proud of her work though, she had tinted the marble green and had vines growing around it.

"In we go!" Demeter shouted indignantly. The doors large, ornate doors opened by themselves and the stubby, little goddess trotted inside like she owned the place, which of course, she did. Will Solace shuffled close behind and gestured for me to follow. 

"Whoa," he gasped, amazed. I could tell Will never spent much time up on Olympus.

"Welcome to Mi Casa!" she announced. turning to face us. She expected for us to see an elegant, peaceful lobby to her palace filled with fancy decorations, and expensive bronze busts of her head, just like I had designed it.

It did not look like this. 

THUMP!

Demeter was instantly thrown off her feet and slammed into the ground, as Hermes flew past, propelled by a pair of winged Converse. Demeter tried to crawl back to a stand, but Artemis skipped over her, clipping Demeter's head with ankle and hurried off.

Behind them, Hephaestus skirted up a flight of spiral stairs, knocking pricey ornaments over as he frantically typed into a computer. 

Demeter huffed as she watched all of these gods run around her home, wrecking the place. But she didn't look mad. In fact, it put her into a much sadder mood instead. She solemnly looked at them and sighed.

"Apollo's legal trouble had overrun my palace. Hermes, Artemis, Hephaestus, Poseidon, and I are his legal team. We are using my home because it is the furthest from Zeus's throne."

"What legal trouble?" Will questioned. But I think I already knew the answer. 

"Zeus is trying to prosecute your father for the crimes against Olympus that he knowingly committed last summer in the war against the giants."

"That's so unfair!" 

"What will they do to him?" I asked

"If Zeus has his way, Apollo will no longer be a god. Gods follow the rules was his argument."

Zeus isn't much of a rule follower himself. I thought, thinking of Thalia and Jason. But I decided not to say it. Can't be good to insult Zeus in his own kingdom. Will didn't have the same restraint on the matter though...

"Zeus can take his bull crap rules and shove it up his-" Thunder boomed. 

"Apollo's trial begins in an hour. We must hurry." 

As Demeter led us through the rooms of her palace, I began thinking of my mother, "Where is Athena?" I asked and Demeter stopped abruptly, causing Will and me to crash into her.

"Athena?" Demeter said her name with such disdain it angered me, "Athena took one look at Apollo and this ragtag team and turned her back on all of us. On her own brother. 

"She wouldn't have-" I began to say but Demeter wasn't finished.

"Then, she invited all of her lawyer demigod children up to her palace, and damn does she have a lot of them, and created not a team, an army of different beings, all hell-bent on wiping Apollo off of Olympus!" 

Annabeth didn't want to believe that her mother would've done something like that, but she didn't know what to believe anymore. Demeter calmed down and turned to Will. 

"He's just through here," she ushered him through a set of doors and Will told me that he would rather speak to Apollo alone. I understood this and waited outside. I glanced at a pile of files sitting on a cute little desk, covered in flowers and picked up 3 of them. 

In the event of our success in this trial, I willingly hand over my domain of disease and healing to Demeter, goddess of agriculture, in return for her full assistance in my defence team. 

Signed: Apollo

I was so mad, I wanted to throw this contract across the lobby. How could Demeter talk bull about my mom when she's only helping out so she can become the goddess of disease and healing as well as agriculture and farming? I felt so bad for Apollo. He risked a lot for us, giving Leo that prophecy too soon, and now he had to give up everything he loved? It wasn't fair. How could Athena not see that?

She shuffled through the other two contracts which were similar, promising Hermes poetry and Hephaestus the Sun. The whole Sun! Apollo would hardly be a god anymore if he had to give that away. I realised that Poseidon and Artemis were the only gods choosing to stand with Apollo. It made sense that Artemis would because she is his twin but Poseidon I couldn't figure out.

"Annabeth?" I nearly jump, scattering the papers I should not have been looking at across the floor. Poseidon chuckled and stared at me, understanding what was troubling me.

"Hermes and Hephaestus would have stood with Apollo anyway," Poseidon assured me, "They just wanted to see if they could get anything out of it."

I looked into Poseidon's eyes and saw the same green swirls that I would see in my boyfriend's every single day. Oh my gods. Percy! I had completely forgot about everything. The attack on Camp Half-Blood, the fight against Luke, the hike through the endless wheat fields. 

I needed to get back. I needed to find out what had happened. But maybe Poseidon knew.

"Where is Percy?"

"Percy?" he pondered, "Where is Percy?" 

"You don't know??"

"Well I knew about the Camp getting ambushed by stone warriors, supposedly killing Will Solace, Nico Di Angelo, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Thalia Grace and, well you. And Percy of course, but I knew yous were still alive. I just didn't know where you all were.

"So Percy's alive?" I gasped, relieved by the news. 

"Yes, but something about his current state has a deathly aspect to it. Like he's not fully dead. As if he's dead but his soul can't reach the Underworld." Poseidon chimed as if he hadn't just proposed the concept of his favourite son's afterlifeless death, "Or..."

"He could be alive, but in the Underworld!" I gasped, glad to finally have a lead. 

"If you want to know more. You should talk to Artemis. She should be in Demeter's study. Poseidon smiled warmly at me. I tried to ignore the pain behind his eyes. He couldn't get involved in mortal matters like this as much as we could get involved in Apollo's trial. Being a god probably sucked more than any of them would care to admit.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Come in!" Artemis called. 

I made my way into the study. It was adorned with bookshelves and plans, there was a work table, a writing table, a garden table, an architecture table, a cartography table, there was a table for everything. So exactly my kind of room. 

There was a teenage goddess in the centre with her hands placed firmly on the astrology table, which was made of a glass globe that projected a map of the stars. You could swipe through the constellations and map them as you go. Her head was hung low and I thought I glimpsed Zoe's constellation on the table but Artemis swiped it out of view before I could check.

"Annabeth Chase," she chided, "To what brings thou to Olympus on this dire hour?"

I forgot about Artemis's Victorian dialogue and was instantly stunned by my nerves in the presence of the goddess. I never felt very comfortable around Artemis. She had always been my biggest what if? If I had lived my life any differently, I could've been a huntress right now. Leading the pack with Thalia.

I realised that she was still waiting on an answer and blurted out, "A Demeter teleportation special." 

I didn't mean to crack a joke but it seemed to be effective in cheering up her half-aunt.

"My brother is being wrongly prosecuted, the huntresses are scattered, my chief lieutenant is missing, and Z-" she cut herself off and bit her lip.

"And what?" I asked

"T'is nothing of importance," she shrugged.

"Lady Artemis," I bowed, "You were there that day. The Festival of Jason Grace."

"I was," she admitted, "When the warriors laid siege I made a swift escape up here to help my brother with his dilemma."

"Yes," I remembered, "Will says you couldn't get involved?"

"Alas, no. As much as I desired to 'nock some arrows' as one might say, I am forbidden to assist in demi-god matters. And I think we have enough trials to suffer as it is."

I nodded and focused in on her Astrology table.

"What are you looking at?" I dared the question

"Uhh, the path of Sagittarius." she responded wistfully 

"That's Virgo," I stated glancing down at the table. I expected a goddess of the moon and stars to know that. Artemis cursed in Greek which I doubted would be approved of around the huntresses. She shuffled around the table, trying to find Sagittarius but after a few seconds, Artemis did something I never thought she would do.

She collapsed into her chair.

She shrouded her face in her palms, giving up hope. Tears poured down her face. I think this is what's known as a divine breakdown.

"I can't keep doing this." she croaked, "This job. It hurts too much." 

Annabeth met her wet, teary eyes and spoke kindly to her.

"What happened?" 

Artemis scooted toward the table again, trying to keep things together. 

"She's gone. Zoe, from the stars." I couldn't believe my eyes. Right where there should've been a constellation of a teenage huntress with her bow drawn, willing to sacrifice everything for those she loved, there was nothing.

"The problems never stop piling up!" she cried. I had never seen the goddess like this and I soon found myself doing something I never thought I would. I gave this 16 year old-looking 3000 year old a hug. A big squeezy hug.

I heard the voice of Hermes call through the mansion.

"Alright Team Apollo!" he yelled, "The time for trial is now! Everyone gather outside!"

Artemis stood up and her expression sharpened. The tears faded completely and her outfit converted to a suit that much resembled one of a lawyer.

~Some Time Later~

I watched as Team Apollo left the building all in identical suits and it was quite a beautiful sight.

"Very Legally Blonde" I muttered. But Will didn't laugh. He hardly looked like himself at all.

At that moment, Demeter, in her cute little suit, without even turning to face them, snapped her fingers above her head and the whole scene changed leaving Will Solace and I back at the Shrine of Demeter in the endless fields. 

RUSTLE! 

I turned and couldn't see anyone who could've made the noise. Except that was the problem. I couldn't see anyone. Will had ran away.

This Chapter is Dedicated to Sophie