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therantspot · 27 days ago

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I've been seeing a lot of eurylochus hate on tiktok and I've come to rant about how you're allowed to hate him if you want to (I understand) but also, from my point of view, the man doesn't deserve it all. (this is in no way hate towards odysseus, I love the dude)

the way I see it, he literally is just a man. he's made mistakes, obviously. shouldn't have opened the bag, shouldn't have questioned odysseus in front of all the crew, shouldn't have eaten the cows...

but people are calling him a hypocrite for the way he shouts at ody for sacrificing 6 men when he was ready to run for his life when they were with circe. and stupid for opening the bag when he had one job. and dumb for eating the cows.

here's the thing though. eurylochus started out in the musical as the guy that's worried for the dangers that await, he just wants to get home, like everyone else on the ship. he's the first ready to battle for the chance of food to feed themselves and skeptic at polites' view of being nice. he's all "let's get our food by force and get going, we gotta get home" ("I say we strike first, we don't have time to waste, so let's raid the place and-")

but then the kindness plan sort of works. for a quick second, before they start to get slaughtered by a cyclops. odysseus gets them out of it because he's a great leader tho. smart and with a plan, the kind of man eurylochus has relied on for over 10 years. his brother.

but... his brother is tweaking a bit, he had this fight with his matron and lost one of his best friends along with idk how many men that we're under his care... anyone would be traumatized, even if Odysseus doesn't see it yet (I believe he had a time of denial where he wanted to stay positive like polites, but deep down he was spiraling). and eurylochus shows his concern in luck runs out. was he wrong for voicing his concern in front of the crew? absolutely. but I think eurylochus' brain was also tweaking. bro was worried and wants to get home. he also can't help but think how in his war experience, there's many plans that have gone wrong, people around him keep dying and so what if? what if one of his captain's plans goes wrong and they're all goners? and Odysseus understands!! ("thank you for the concern (...) I understand that we're tired, I understand that we're fazed"), but he tries to remind him to have faith in him. so eurylochus does. and I think he's always had faith in his captain, he just didn't trust the gods to be in their favour anymore, because lately, they haven't. he also voiced it at the beginning of the song ("don't forget how dangerous the gods are").

and then eurylochus opened the bag. big fuck up. and maybe it's too far fetched and I'm just looking for ways to justify his behavior BUT. I don't think he did it just to disobey captain's orders. if he had done it because he didn't trust odysseus then guilt wouldn't have been eating him later. I understand it might be because Poseidon suddenly showed up and killed most of the fleet like a minute after he did, that's a big possibility, yes. I also don't think he did because he believed the bag held treasure. he trusted odysseus' word over anything else, so when he said the bag had the storm inside eurylochus believed him. but what if, just what if, by opening just enough the winds would propel them to Ithaca? then again, if the storm was holding them from getting there in the first place why would a man desperate to get home try that? this is not my strongest argument tbh.

then he wants to leave the men as pigs and go home. he truly just wants to go home (10 years of war, a horrible journey back when it should've taken like a week at most, my dude just wants his mom to pick him up and take him home and honestly, same). but bruh. he's been the one that's repeatedly said that they shouldn't trust strangers or gods, reminding everyone to be on their guard, and suddenly his men see a woman and forget all about it???? the guy is traumatized, mourning, tired, and angry. on top of that they placed an enemy that his men should've easily been able to defeat had it been a regular woman and they ended up as pigs, so he really sees no way of beating her and getting anyone back. of course he wants to run away!!! safe whatever is left before he loses himself completely ("look at all we've lost and all we've learned, every single cost is so much more than what we've earned, think about the men we have left before there's none, let's just cut our losses, you and I, and let's run")

and that's exactly the difference between eurylochus in puppeteer and odysseus in Scylla and mutiny. eurylochus wants to run away because he doesn't see another way out. he's seeing his friends disappear one after the other either to death or to magic, and he's on survival mode. whoever is left, whoever is still alive, they should leave before they aren't anymore. they all need to get home. odysseus however, he's blinded by the need to get himself home to see his wife and son. he's the one that has to get home, and to ensure that, they have to pass by Scylla's lair, because if they don't go that way, Poseidon might get them and if he does, he won't let Odysseus get out alive this time. so if 6 men is what it takes, he'll do it. it's not running away, it's sacrificing.

i think the next turning point for eurylochus is actually mutiny. but here it's important to talk about how much the journey has changed him, odysseus, and their relationship and the way they see each other. like i said, eurylochus starts the journey worried about what's up ahead and, like everyone else, thinking only about getting home. but he trusts his captain with his life in every decision he makes. he also speaks for the entire crew. odysseus also starts the journey tired and thinking only about getting to ithaca. but he's got 600 men to think about as well. as captain, their lives and deaths are on him, and with every turn, he loses more and more of these men. like it or not, he's responsible for it, even if he tried his best, even if he didn't mean for it to go in that direction; he's in charge, he's responsible. it's sorta like when parents tell the eldest kid they're the model for the younger siblings.

but in the polyphemus' cave, when odysseus panics and eurylochus has to wake him up from his unresponsive state, it's not only a blow for ody, it's also a blow for eurylochus. he relies on odysseus to carry them through and he wasn't answering. they were all going through the same thing, watching their friends die, but he was the one that's supposed to keep it together the most. alas, they're all just men. and that's when eurylochus' concerns and picture perfect of odysseus start to show and blur.

odysseus still tries his best to lead with kindness like polites showed him, taking care of everyone as he should, but with every passing day and with every hardship, it becomes more and more difficult to do so. and then, just when he thinks he's about to get the answer that will save them all, by going down to literal hell, the guy with the answer tells him he won't get home to his wife and kid (the thing that's been keeping him sane and giving him hope throughout this shit of a journey). that everything they've done, all the kindness, all the being nice, has been for nothing. he also realizes that he's taking way too long and he's losing too much, like his mom, who was left waiting. so he breaks (monster).

throughout this whole thing, he never doubted eurylochus would be by his side, and he lowkey neglects and takes him for granted. dismissing when he wants to tell him something ("whatever you need to say can wait some more, of that i'm sure" in puppeteer, and if he'd let him talk he probably would've been able to prevent mutiny, but he was too distraught and wanted time to think), and he was warned in keep your friends close too, even if he didn't know it. he was also warned by the prophet, but he still didn't know it ("i see a brother's final stand"). i think it's because while odysseus did want them all to go back home, at least during most of their travels, he mostly wanted to get home himself. deep down, he was always ready to make the sacrifices, life just hadn't forced him to make them or hadn't made the right circumstances or traumatized him enough.

eurylochus sees how the experiences change him from the outside, and what it means for the rest of them every time odysseus loses himself some more. but this is odysseus, it's his brother, the man he entrusts his life to, the man that's guided them through war and the underworld, taken them out of the weirdest troubles, and the man that's most desperate to reach ithaca. and the guy that's seemingly gotten his shit together (finally) and is ready to do whatever it takes, slay whoever now (different beast). so he'll pull through, right? he might be a monster towards the dangers that are trying to get them, but he's always done his best to protect them, so there's nothing to worry about.

so a part of eurylochus has trouble believing odysseus would really sacrifice six of their friends, because he doesn't want to believe it. but the smartest man he knows wouldn't just tell them to "run for their lives" when he's well aware they're in a fucking boat. and he is desperate. eurylochus asks, begs, odysseus to tell him he's wrong in thinking he didn't just do what he did, because he needs his brother to not have gone completely off the path they paved at the beginning of the story ("use your wits to try and say i'm crazy and mad, that this is all a trick the gods have sent").

but he's too far gone in his tunnel vision, and eurylochus has to think of himself and the men that are left too, who also want to get to their families. and at the rate this is going, he's losing too many friends. at first, odysseus was to blame only in the "he's responsible for all of us because of his role as captain", but he never meant for their men to die and he tried with all his might to keep them safe, but as of right now, he used them as bait and let them die on purpose. he can't stay in charge if he won't fulfill his role as keeper of them. so eurylochus stages mutiny. rightfully so? maybe, maybe not. i personally think he didn't do it out of hate, he just didn't see another out. but he wasn't a hypocrite any more than odysseus was, so in my opinion, he was justified.

anyway then they get to the sun god's island. and people like to say that he shouldn't have killed them cows. and this is one of the parts were the hate makes me lowkey mad. as humans, when we're pushed to a point of heavy starvation or anything that endangers our lives, we enter survival mode, where instincts take over and we do things we wouldn't do if we were in our right minds. and that's exactly it, eurylochus and the rest of the crew weren't in their right minds anymore. they're hungry, and they don't have the willpower odysseus seems to have. they've given up after everything they've been through, and they're hungry and don't think they'll make it home anyway, so they eat the cows. eurylochus can't help it, and even after all, he still cares for odysseus, but he doesn't believe in their chances anymore ("ody, we're never gonna get to make it home, you know it's true", "i'm starving/tired, my friend"). he's past the point of hoping, he wants it all to end, and he can only think of his hunger, the one thing he can actually do something about in that moment. ("how much longer must i suffer now? how much longer must push through doubt? how much longer must i go about my life like this, when people die like this?" he repeats it in plural as well, voicing the crew)

so in the end, he kills the cow. and then odysseus gets to choose and he chooses himself. he has to see his wife and he'll take any opportunity that allows him to. he's on survival mode too, just with a different goal, the one that keeps him sane and makes him push through everything horrible that happens to him.

the odyssey is a story that shows how its characters lose themselves to sorrow, each in a different way. so neither odysseus nor eurylochus are to blame for the way they acted, life pushed them to the edge and they each responded in different ways. it wasn't fair to either of them, they're just men that can only withstand so much.

#epic the musical #eurylochus #odysseus #they all just wanna go home!!!#all of them #not just ody #i love the development they both have even if uts tragic #it's very human and I think it's great bc of that

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ebonyslasher · 1 year ago

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Hello! Hru? I love ur blog soo muchh♡ may I request human! Reader (from Kagome's world) who's really strong? Like the reader surprised the Inuyasha men (inuyasha, naraku and sesshomaru:> if you're not comfortable with these you can always change!) When a demon tried to attack her & the men tried to save reader but stop when they see her beating the demon up with bare hands or with a weapon she found brutally💀😭 And they just stood there dumbfounded like how tf🧍‍♂️? And when they ask how is she so strong, reader just shrugs and goes like "martial arts?"

Thank you and feel free to use any pronounces! I just wanna read sumn for once that doesn't have weak reader pls I'm so tired 💀💀

Hey anon! Sorry this is so late. I do agree with you on the last part. I'm tired of the weak reader all the time too. People gotta switch it up you know?

Strong ass Human!Reader in the Feudal Era with Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, and Naraku:

Inuyasha:

Reveling in the heroism of saving a nearby village, the group started their journey elsewhere. Trekking through the forest, your rag-tag group ran into a boisterous pig yokai. Who, unfortunately, became smitten with your looks.

"I will have you as my bride. And we can make all the hanyou I want!"

Ew. The initial response was to ignore the pig. There've been many demons who would bother the group. And, after the fight you all came from, you just wanted to make camp. Inuyasha grumbled a quick, "Piss off," as the group passes by.

But, it seemed that the Pig was serious about his stupid claim. He bares his teeth and shoots forward at you, grabbing your legs. World tipping over, your head thumps against a patch of lush grass. How lucky. However, you felt a strong pull on your leg, dragging your body away from your friends.

Hell fuck no! In the midst of the dragging, your bag was in the perfect position to grab easily. With how quickly things happened, Inuyasha jumpstarts to save you. You grab the bulky hammer in your bag, hiding it from view.

The pig yokai guffaws and throws you over his shoulder. "When I see someone worthy of being a bride, it's my right to claim-OOUGH"

One hit to the dome scratched some skin off and left his brain to rattle. "WHAT THE-." The next swing made contact with his cheek, sending sanguine liquid onto the ground. The pig stood there shocked, with blood leaking from his mouth.

He gets angry and charges at you, again. This time, he wouldn't get you. Grounding yourself, you kick him back, which sends him flying back a few feet. Taking charge, you jump and start to gruesomely work on his head with the hammer.

"What da HELL!!! Y/N!!!" Inuyasha yells. He's totally flabbergasted. His eyes and mouth are so wide, it's comical. There's the desire to step in and protect you, but it's so impressed how strong and ferocious those swings were. Inuyasha didn't want to interrupt. It was kind of hot.

Although, Inuyasha is a little peeved that you didn't let him know how strong you were. The way you sent him back with that kick was unexpected. He starts cheering you on.

"Way to go Y/N!" He's standing there smiling with his hands on his hips. Once the beast was knocked out (or dead, who cares). You turn back to head to the group.

"Y/n that was so cool! When the hell did you get so strong?"

"Uhhhh....fighting with my cousins growing up?" You shrugged. "I just want to go lay down, can we hurry up and make camp somewhere?"

Now, he's wondering what type of humans your cousins are.

2. Sesshomaru

This is one of the worst fears you had. Spiders. In your time, you could easily avoid an encounter with one of these wretched creatures. Modern houses and bug repellents helped tremendously. Not going out into nature and definitely NOT living in Australia did too. Since you've traveled back to the feudal era and were forced to interact with nature, your luck has been tested. And it just ran out today.

A fucking spider demon appeared. It was grotesque, smelly, and an abomination. And it was big too. It wanted to attempt to best Lord Sesshomaru in battle. Sesshomaru, of course, refuses. So, the dumb thing tries to shoot webs at you. Thankfully you dodged.

The hate for spiders took over your body. The fear you had compounded on top of that, making you scarier than the demon. It tries to stick its hairy and pointy leg through you, but you were quicker. With desperate and angered bare hands, you tore off its leg.

The spider yokai shouts in pain. Taking advantage of it's pause, you quickly tear off each limb. One by one.

Sesshomaru, in all his glory, stands there and says nothing. Does nothing. It really doesn't look like he's reacting but he is. The Demon Lord is extremely surprised that he's tense. His eyes are wide. Only thing that's slack is his hands.

The dagger in your side pouch begs to be utilized. It's appeased by you yanking it out and stabbing the yokai in one of it's many eyes. The screams, the power, and the needed imagery of you decimating this spider was iconic.

To Sesshomaru, it was obvious you were untrained. The ferocity of your actions cover it well. He's impressed and takes mental note to start training you. Maybe, have you be a little more graceful with your movements.

"This one had no indication of the strength you hold." Sesshomaru states.

".......I just really fucking hate spiders." you sardonically reply.

"...Hn. Noted. This one concurs with your sentiment."

Silently, he is pleased with this discovery. A small smile graces his face after you turn away

3. Naraku

Narakus' lower demons were soooo annoying. Their existence was one that irritated you. Irritating when they sucked dick to Naraku and when they tried to be condescending towards you. Just because you were human. The audacity sent you over the edge.

The edge it sent you over was one close by. One of those things became unruly in your presence. Acting as it was better than you, the ugliness of it all. The decision to put it back in its place was swift and malicious. An example to others who felt the same.

Precise, your hand shoots out to grab the lowly yokai. Chucking it, the demon bashes against a nearby rock. It's body twitches on the ground, confused on what just occurred. Slowly, you walk over. With no urgency or care. It felt like you were Michael Myers in that moment. Once you made it over, you stare before stomping it. One more. And again. Again. Again. AGAIN. AGAIN. Until there was a crater in the dirt it crumpled in.

Naraku, some distance away, observed the scene with shocked eyes, his mouth slightly open. "This human...!"

He is pissed that you hid this information from him. And how did he miss this? He frequently spied on you, sent his wasps when he couldn't make a puppet! But now that he knows....you can be of use for him. You're a bit too....alluring to be considered a lackey, but he needed to have control over you somehow. A sly grin graces his face upon observing the aftermath. The squished gruel of guts and blood staining the ground and your shoes.

He approaches, with a questioning stare. "Y/n...pray tell, how did you aquire this power?"

"Oh, my parents had me do martial arts since I was a kid. Plus, I was angry."

All Naraku can think is how nice it was of your parents to prepare you for him and his deeds.

#black reader #inuyasha #sesshoumaru #naraku #inuyasha x reader #sesshoumaru x reader #naraku x reader

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d1xonss · 1 year ago

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Desert Rose

Chapter 6 ~ Metallica

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 1

✧ Word Count : 4.6k

In this chapter ~ With the plan of the CDC in motion, the whole group packed up everything and headed for the long and boring journey to get there. The trip hit a few unexpected bumps, leading to even leaving a member behind, but the question remained once they arrive if any of this was even worth it at all.

"Alright, y'all know what to do if anything goes wrong, just honk twice and we'll all pull over." Shane said, clapping his hands together.

This morning was hectic to say the least as we all got ready bright and early to head off towards the CDC like Rick had planned. Everything felt rushed as the group packed up the entirety of the camp, gathering our most precious belongings into small bags as we gathered around for one last moment before diving straight into the uncharted territory. It was nerve racking.

I could sense immediately that everyone was uneasy about this decision, now more than ever knowing that we were actually going through with it. Since I first woke up this morning there had been nothing but tension and anxiety filling the air, though nothing seemed to change. In fact, the need to get there faster only grew with how quickly Jim seemed to be slipping away.

After Shane's long and drug out speech, the directions in which he recited for us to go, Morales stepped up next as he looked to all of us with saddened eyes. "We're...we're not going." he hesitantly announced.

Our eyes looked to him and his small family, unsure if they knew what they were doing. "Are you sure?" Rick asked the man.

He nodded, "We're sure. We have some loved ones hauled up just a few hours away. And I gotta do what's right for my family." he confirmed.

The situation then only grew tenser as the rest were forced to say goodbye to some good people they had known since the outbreak first started, feeling as though they were losing them for good. But no one wanted to stop them from finding the rest of their family, only offering tearful embraces as they parted with heavy hearts. I only waved towards them with a small smile, silently wishing them the best even though I hadn't known them all that well.

Through everyone's emotions we all wished them luck as we watched them pile into their car and slowly drive off down the dirt road, honking and waving out the window until we couldn't see them anymore. Genuinely I hoped that they would be okay and continue to be safe going off on their own, but there was something about the situation telling me that something bad was bound to happen. Though I didn't want to jinx or dwell on it, so I just let it go.

Everyone then began moving towards their own vehicles now seeing as they were fully gone, causing me to shake my head at my thoughts and jog over to retrieve my bag before we left. Though upon a second glance, I quickly realized that there was little to no room anywhere else in the many cars lined up in front of me. There was one spot left in Shane's Jeep, while the other option was in Daryl's pickup. Awesome.

I couldn't lie though, it wasn't that hard of a decision as I found myself instantly moving towards the truck, lingering towards the passenger side as I opened up the door. "Mind if I ride with you...?"

He huffed with a shake of his head, "Whatever."

My brows raised as I ignored whatever mood he was in, hopping in with my bag and set it down by my feet, beginning the drive to the CDC as soon as the RV started to move and lead the line of vehicles. The anticipation weighing heavily on each and every one of us. I glanced out the window as my elbow leaned against it, staring at the entirety of the forest passing by as we slowly made our way down the little mountain. There was a long silence that followed, but it wasn't uncomfortable. However, I grew bored of it after only a few minutes and found myself mindlessly looking for any cd's laying around if I was lucky.

Surely he and his brother had some type of music in here considering they either look like they listened to hick country or death metal. Which one, I wouldn't know for sure until I found wherever their secret stash of music was in this rusty thing.

Daryl quickly took notice of me poking around and I could tell he didn't like it. "The hell ya doin?" he asked, taking his eyes off the road for a split second.

"Do you have any cd's?" I asked him. I couldn't even remember the last time I had listened to some music, and I was dying to get away from the silence.

"In here." he said, pointing to the center console.

I opened it and looked in, noticing he had a decent number of cases lined up against each other which brought a small smile to my face. Flipping through them quickly, one immediately caught my eye, taking out the disk to place it in without a second thought.

"What'd you pick?" he asked.

I just held my finger up, signaling him to wait for it to start playing. He rolled his eyes, but managed to keep his mouth shut until, For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica started to blast through the shitty speakers.

He looked back at me in clear disbelief before shaking his head, "Nah, ain't no way yer a Metallica fan."

I glanced over at him with a nonchalant shrug, "Well, believe it. There's dead people walking around, clearly anything is possible these days."

My comment caused a flicker of amusement to flash across his face, the corners of his mouth twitching up slightly before he looked back toward the road to keep driving. I leaned my head back on the cushioned seat, resting my eyes and tapping my fingers on my legs to the rhythm of the song as I listened. Although there was still a dull pressure in the front of my head that was causing me to grow much more tired quicker than I anticipated. And before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep without even realizing, feeling the truck vibrating soothingly as he drove.

My heart about fell out of my chest when I felt someone lightly shaking my shoulder as I somehow submerged myself in a deep sleep, "Rose?" I heard Daryl's voice rasp. My eyes snapped open as I turned over quickly to face him, still trying to wake up as he continued, "Come on, somethin happened, we're all pulled over."

I nodded slowly as I processed his words, following him out of the truck and walking side by side to see what the issue was. Except I couldn't help but replay the moment Daryl woke me in my head a few different times now that my brain was actually registering what was going on. That was the first time he called me by my actual name, and for some reason it caused a flutter to erupt in my stomach, hearing his gravel voice say it so clearly. Though I seemed to drop it before I could linger on it too much, focusing on the actual problem at hand as we all surrounded the RV.

Jacqui came out breathlessly, "Y'all, it's Jim, he's looking really bad, I don't think he's gonna make it." she said sadly.

It was a tough pill to swallow, nearly an impossible thing to accept, but Jim reluctantly informed all of us that he wanted to be left behind. Practically the entire group began to protest, wanting to think of another solution rather than just ditching him on the side of the road, but that wasn't what he wanted. I didn't know how I felt about the sudden idea, but in the end, it was his choice. And no one else could really seem to argue with that as there was simply no other resolution.

Rick and Shane trailed back into the RV with hesitance as they removed him from the mattress he was laying on in the back, gently taking him by each arm to support him towards a tree up a small grassy hill to our right. They placed him down on the ground, making sure he was comfortable before everyone else began going up to him to say their goodbyes.

God this was depressing, parting ways with Morales and his family just this morning and now having to say goodbye to a dying man that chose to be all alone when he passed. The situation was enough to send my stomach twisting in remorse. One by one I watched everyone say something to him with a certain sadness on their features, some hugging him before swiftly turning back down the hill before it got to be too much.

I didn't do much other than a simple wave with a nod, not knowing if I could find the right words before slowly turning to head back toward the truck.

"Rose, wait!" Jim suddenly called.

I was taken off guard at his wish to speak to me, but who was I to say no? "Yeah?" I asked in a soft voice, crouching down to his level.

"I wish I could've gotten to know you better," he said with a smile "you seem like a great person and you're strong. Never stop fighting"

I was honestly at a loss for words, his sincerity leaving me speechless. I hardly knew this man at all and here he was, giving me a piece of advice and confidence after only knowing him a few days. If anything, this just made me feel even worse for him than I did before, making it harder to turn back around and leave.

I nodded in genuine appreciation, "Thank you, Jim. I'm so sorry this happened to you..."

He smiled a little, "It's okay," he breathed, "I'm seeing my family again...that's something I can't wait for."

My lips curved up to return his smile, giving his hand a squeeze before turning back to trail down toward the road, noticing Jim had called Daryl back to say something just as he did with me. I didn't look back even though I may have wanted to, opening the door and closing it again as I stared down at my feet, waiting for him to get back. I couldn't help but think this was all a waste of time now, heading towards the CDC while Jim was left behind here. It didn't feel right.

Not a minute later I felt Daryl return to the driver's side, starting the truck back up with a sputter to follow the others ahead of us once more, not even giving the man a second glance as we passed. I didn't ask what he said to him, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little curious.

A variety of different songs played as an hour passed, driving down the long and tedious roads. But suddenly, Daryl's voice was the one to break the silence which surprised me greatly. I could've sworn at first that I imagined it.

"So, how'd ya end up findin the group anyway?" he asked, not looking over at me.

I hummed, "Well...when they were stuck it Atlanta, they saved me from a bunch of walkers...I guess they just heard me and came running. But Andrea for one wasn't a big fan of helping a stranger, believe me she made that very clear." I muttered with a scoff, "To be honest, I didn't even want to come back with them to camp."

He then looked over at me a bit curiously, "Why?"

I shrugged, "Because I figured I was better off on my own, away from people. That's kind of how it's always been for me, so I didn't like the idea of coming into a group so suddenly."

He grew silent for a moment or two after my comment, leaving the entire conversation nearly up in the air as I thought he was done speaking. But again, he surprised me. "So, that means you ain't stayin?"

My eyes glanced over at him for a second, desperately trying to study him and figure out what was going through his mind. Though something I was able to catch was a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but I could've been completely off about that. I mean, why would he of all people care if I stayed or not?

"I wasn't going to at first," I admitted, "But I guess I came to realize that it's kind of nice having people around. And I don't know, maybe a change would be good for me."

I attempted to open myself up a bit more since I decided to put my trust into these people. Normally I would've never in a million years said any of that to him, wanting to stay closed off in fear of being judged for what I had to say. But somehow this...felt different. It almost confused me with how well I could talk to him so effortlessly. But then again it shouldn't have, seeing as he was a good listener. Just like I tried to be.

He didn't say much in response to my answer, just a ghost of a smile appearing on his lips before turning all his attention back to the road, Metallica still playing loudly in the background.

The road trip of a journey finally led all of us to what seemed like the CDC, the giant and expensive building being on the outskirts of everything else. But we all silently knew this was the place, the metal guard rails blocking every single thing was kind of a big giveaway. My brows furrowed with worry as I saw the number of dead walkers laying outside, piling up around the sidewalk, but that didn't stop anyone else from getting out of their vehicles to scope the place out.

I was quick to follow as I stepped out of the truck, the worst smell hitting my nose instantly the moment my feet hit the ground. There were walking corpses scattered everywhere, a small group of them wandering around not too far off from where we were parked. Yet, none of them had taken notice to us, though it was only a matter of time before they did, knowing we needed to be fast about this.

We all quietly took our weapons and gathered around together in a small circle, watching each others backs as we sprinted up towards the large, fancy structure as fast as we could. My eyes stayed firmly on the walkers just a few feet away, glancing back at them over my shoulder every few seconds to make sure they stayed in place as we figured out how to get inside. I prayed that the doors would open, granting us a little hope that we all desperately needed after coming all this way.

But my hope was instantly squashed the moment we got close enough, seeing shutters over the glass doors that was blocking us from entering completely. Upon realizing that we had hit a dead end with darkness approaching, the group was quick to panic, the kids clinging to their mothers as the rest of us tried to figure out what to do.

"Rick- Rick, this is a dead end." Shane said to his friend, trying to pull him back away from the doors as there was clearly no way of getting inside. But Rick was stubborn, trying to find a way we could break through as he paid Shane no mind from just behind him as if he wasn't even there.

I glanced over my shoulder again as if on instinct, this time seeing the walkers had now moved closer towards us, their eyes locked in our direction as their limbs flailed around wildly. "Walkers!" I yelled to get everyone's attention.

"You led us into a goddamn graveyard!" Daryl yelled to Rick as he quickly began to load his crossbow, firing it towards one of the monsters.

"He made a call-"

"It was the wrong damn call!" I interrupted him. I was angry and very panicked. I didn't want anyone else to die and if we couldn't get in we needed to leave. Right now.

"Godamnit, shut up! Do you hear me? Shut up!" Shane yelled right back at me, turning to Rick to attempt to convince him to leave, wanting to head toward Fort Benning instead like he wished from the beginning.

That alone set everyone into a fit of different arguments as none of them liked either idea, wanting to just leave instead of standing here right out in the open. It made no difference to me where the hell we would go after this, it didn't fucking matter. What was important right now was getting the hell out of here alive before we were too dead to discuss the matter further.

I tuned out their frantic voices as they yelled at each other, stepping up further towards the walkers to stab a few of them in the head before they could get too close to the others. Their blood began to spray in all different directions as I hit them, ripping my knives back out of their heads quickly to move onto the next, seeing bolts fly by my head as Daryl had the same idea. Neither of us couldn't be bothered to listen to their disagreement, not when there was danger heading our way in every direction.

But right before I could kill the next one in sight, I felt my arm being gently tugged back toward the vehicles, looking up to see Daryl. "Come on, we gotta go." he spoke in frustration.

I didn't need to be told twice, following his lead so we could make an escape. But we both seemed to stop in our tracks when we heard the sounds of the shutters opening, squeaking loudly as they rose. The two of us looked at each other for only a split second before bolting back toward the doors, following along everyone else.

My steps were cautious as I raised one of my knives, unsure if we could completely trust this place, or better yet anyone else who still lingered behind the thick walls. It was then a sudden voice came from the top of the stairs, loud enough to give us a heart attack.

"Anybody infected?" the man asked, a shadow lining over his features.

Rick swallowed before stepping forward, "One in our group was...he didn't make it."

My brows furrowed a bit at why Rick felt the need to bring it up, though I didn't linger on it long as my gaze searched to scan the big, white room we walked into. Everything was clean and neat like it hadn't been touched in years, a futuristic vibe circling through the entire place.

"Who are you?" he then asked, "What do you want?"

"A chance." Rick breathed.

"That's asking an awful lot these days." said the man before pausing to think, to consider. "You'll all submit to a blood test...that's the price to get in here."

Rick nodded assertively, "We can do that."

He remained silent for a few more seconds as he eyed us suspiciously, almost as if he was rethinking his decision, before his eyes looked back to the outside as he saw the amount of walkers now filling the streets. He opened his mouth again only to tell us to grab the rest of our things as he planned to shut the heavy doors, informing us that they would be remained closed as this was our only chance to do so.

None of us hesitated then to take off back outside in a flash, gathering up everything we needed from our vehicles parked along the sidewalk before sprinting right back. We quickly slipped by the few corpses that continued to reach out for us, rushing past their slower steps as we all made it back just in time before the shutters came down once more at the press of a button. The locks then clicked loudly, the sound nearly bouncing off every wall with how much of an echo was present in the room.

The man then nodded for us to follow him as he introduced himself as Edwin Jenner, telling us that he was one of the doctors that used to work here before the outbreak. Though I didn't fail to notice how he didn't linger on the subject for long before he went into talking about the structure of the building, how secure and safe it was as we all stepped inside an elevator. The space alone immediately made me grow uncomfortable, not quite fitting all of us comfortably as I was being squished in between Glenn and Dale in the back. My shoulders were scrunched up uncomfortably by my neck, feeling Glenn trying to step aside the minute he noticed, muttering a small apology.

The ride was finally cut short after we passed a few floors, landing on the fourth as it dinged and came to a stop, the doors opening to freedom. Jenner led us further down a long hallway and towards a room on the right to take us in to get our blood drawn just as we promised in the first place. I tried not to think about it too much as it didn't seem like a big deal before, but now that it was practically staring me in the face, it was all I could think about.

My breathing picked up a little and my hands began to sweat when I knew it was almost my turn to go next. I've always been a bit afraid of needles, but I knew I needed to do this in order to have a safe place to sleep tonight. Imagine that. There were literal monsters outside that were constantly after us the second we let our guard down, but nope. Needles. That was my breaking point.

Daryl noticed from a distance how fidgety I was becoming and caught my eye from a few feet away across the space. He gave me a nod in reassurance as if that would somehow give me the confidence I needed, but I still appreciated it nonetheless as I managed to smile in return. Swallowing thickly, I anxiously inched closer to the table the moment Andrea was finishing up.

A heavy breath passed through my lips as I sat down in the hot seat, briefly closing my eyes as I prepared myself, "Afraid of needles?" Jenner asked.

I just nodded my head silently as my eyes remained closed, trying to think about anything else other than the thing about to pierce through my skin. Though I was surprised to feel someone grasp my right hand gently just before Jenner got a chance to do anything. I opened my eyes again to see Glenn giving me a smile as he squeezed my hand slightly, giving me the comfort that he was right there. I found myself nodding thankfully before closing my eyes again, trying to distract my mind from the slight poke where my vein was.

"Oh son of a bitch" I muttered to myself when I felt the blood rushing out of my body.

Glenn snickered softly, but never let go of my hand as Jenner took as much blood as he damn well pleased, "Take it all why don't you. Bleed me dry." I sarcastically quipped, acting as if I was giving birth.

"I just need a small tube full." he informed.

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, "Small my ass."

A few people around me let out a light chuckle at my behavior, only opening my eyes again when I felt Jenner placing a band aid over the hole he put in my body. Exhaling through my nose, I felt a little more relieved now that it was over and done with.

"Hey, we think she might've gotten a concussion not too long ago, could you maybe take a look?" Glenn suddenly asked.

Jenner nodded his head and pulled out a small flashlight from his pocket as he shined a light in my eyes to check my pupils. He instructed me to follow his finger as he waved it back and forth over my vision a few times before clicking it back off with a nod. According to him I only was at a stage one, and it looked like the worst had already passed, informing me that I should wait another day before I should be back to normal. Thank God.

Though when I stood up from the chair, I began to feel a little lightheaded and almost stumbled to the ground from sudden dizziness as I got an instant head rush. Glenn thankfully caught my arm the moment he noticed and helped steady me as Jenner glanced down towards me in question.

"None of us have eaten in a while." he informed the man.

Jenner looked at my state for a moment before nodding towards the doorway we once came through, "Follow me."

He then then surprisingly led us to a large cafeteria where he offered us food, water, and anything else we needed that he could provide. We all sat ourselves around a large table, having our first actual meal in months. Everyone was talking loudly, laughing and drinking some wine that Jenner brought out as we enjoyed each other's company.

It nearly felt like some kind of movie as I lived in the moment, actually enjoying myself for the first time in a very long time. These people I now surrounded myself with made me feel happy and just a little less lonely, thinking back to myself that I clearly made the right decision to stay put. That could be the wine mixed with the concussion talking, but my words were far from a lie.

The group then quieted down suddenly as Lori agreed to let Carl try some of the wine that was being passed around, after a little convincing from Dale and Rick. We all watched his face carefully as he raised the glass up to his lips, before slamming it back down on the table with a disgusted look.

"Eww!" he exclaimed, his face scrunched up, "That tastes nasty."

Everyone burst into laughs at his reaction while Lori just nodded in approval, "That's my boy." she praised with a smile as she poured the rest of the wine into her glass.

"Why don't you just stick to soda over there, okay bud?" Shane advised towards the kid as he pushed it closer to his direction.

"Not you, Glenn." Daryl was quick to say.

The man heard the brief mention of his name and looked up from his spot next to me, "What?" he laughed in confusion.

"Keep drinkin little man, I wanna see how red your face can get." Daryl continued with a slightly scrunched nose.

I laughed at his words which quickly caught his attention from where he was placed across from me. He sent a wink over in my direction and continued to eat his food, occasionally taking a swig from the bottle he was drinking straight out of. I liked seeing this side of him, or of anyone actually. It was nice to watch them all just enjoying themselves for one night, not having to worry about a damn thing. But it was especially amusing to see Daryl loosen up a bit, and Dale finding just about anything hilarious with the amount of wine he consumed.

"So where is everybody, Doc?" Shane suddenly asked after a few moments of bliss.

The room went oddly quiet in an instant after that, all of our eyes traveling to the doctor. Jenner looked uncomfortable with the question, but still felt the need to answer it anyway as he couldn't ignore the elephant in the room any longer.

He informed us that he was all that was left here and the others either evacuated with their families or "opted out"; committed suicide. There was no cure, and no hope for the future as far as he knew, leaving us all in an awful silence as the hope we once had, dimmed into absolutely nothing. It remained dead silent in the room as we all tried to process his words, Glenn being the first one to speak out of everyone.

"Dude, you're such a buzzkill man." he directed at Shane with a groan.

It remained incredibly awkward as we continued to eat, still talking somewhat and laughing occasionally but the vibe of the room felt different considering the disappointing news. I really took the time to think about everything he said to us just moments ago, suddenly getting a bad feeling about the missing details he obviously avoided.

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Lost & Found - Chapter Nineteen.

Another chapter and wishes of a very happy Friday to my beautiful audience! :D

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

Words - 3,763

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

4am. It was not a time Emma was used to seeing, unless she was up late being railed into a new shape by Guero, or enjoying the pleasures of partying. She knew Lee would be even less impressed, with how much she thrived upon a good night’s sleep.

The very lady was waiting outside as they came out, Gilly yawning in the passenger seat. With their bags dumped in the back of her Escalade and Axl dropped next door for a stay with his uncle Tyrone (who proclaimed ‘imma spoil the dude to death, man!’) they climbed in, still half asleep. Since Emma had no passport or ID yet, Lee, Gilly and Guero were sharing the driving, just over three hours each to make the ten-and-a-half-hour journey rather than flying.

“I feel bad, that we can’t fly and it’s because of me,” she huffed, Lee hitting the freeway, the engine roaring as the six hundred and eighty-two horses beneath the hood all charged to gallop.

“How come you ain’t got that sorted yet?” Gilly asked, Emma sipping from her bottle of cherry Coke, burping quietly.

“Because of a point Guero made,” she began, tightening the lid and placing it in her lap. “Since I’ve been a missing person, there’s obviously still a file open on me, one which will be closed when I show up. I’d likely have to be interviewed by the police over where I’ve been and who with for so long as well, too many questions would be asked.

“If I ratted on Rocco, my worry about being snatched would turn into a worry about being shot in the head. I was going to go down the new identity route and buy fake documents, but depending on how all of this goes, I may not need to.”

Lee looked at her in the rearview mirror, winking with a smile. “Here’s hoping, sugar.” She then paused before noting something glaring in similarity about the way all four had chosen to dress. “I can’t help but fuckin’ notice, I love the way all four of us try to look a little less like the tattooed reprobates that we are and instead, end up looking like the goddamned Addam’s Family.”

Every single person within the car was donned in black, all of them beginning to laugh when they noticed that their attempt at semi-smartness had them appearing as if they were attending a funeral.

“Goths R Us, man,” Gilly snorted with amusement, beginning to whistle the theme tune to the aforementioned family movie, Emma giving the double finger click at the required point, too.

“Well, I gotta say it, sunshine. You suit being a redhead,” Lee then spoke, turning to look at her, thinking how pretty her bestie looked in the long, red wig with tumbling waves.

“Doesn’t she, though?” Guero chimed, winking at Emma. “Maybe a little too much. Goddamn women, pulling some Jessica fucking Rabbit magic on a man."

"What is it about you guys and that woman?" Lee cried, moving her car to the middle lane to overtake a slow-moving vehicle ahead. "She's a fuckin’ drawing!"

"Yeah, and I'd nail her until I erased her, I swear to god," he chirped, Gilly busting into hysterics.

"Same, bro. I'd fuck her until her colours ran!" Everyone fell apart in fits of laughter, Lee thinking that already it was more than worth her 3am start and missing her precious sleep for the sheer entertainment value alone. She wasn’t the only one glad of it, the comic relief provided by her boyfriend and Gilly just the thing Emma needed to take her mind off the fact that with every mile that passed, she was nearing the man she feared most.

By the seven-hour point, Guero returned to her side in the back while Gilly took his turn behind the wheel, her nerves were palpable. Looking out of the window while gnawing on the side of her thumb, she saw a hand reach for hers in her peripherals, turning to watch Guero softly shake his head with a faint smile.

“You’re stressing.” Pulling her hand away from her mouth, he grasped it in his, shifting over a little closer and wrapping his arm around her. “You gotta stop. Nothing bad is gonna happen.”

“Easy to say that,” she muttered, leaning into him.

“Yeah, it fucking is,” he snorted, kissing her head. “Cuz’ I’ll fucking finish him if he lays a finger on you, and you know this.” His hand tightened its grip on hers, his nostrils flaring a little. The rage towards Rocco still swirled just as tempestuously as ever, along with his already short fuse.

He softened a little then, realising she likely didn’t need to hear it, or worry about him being able to hang onto his fiery temper. “I get it, you feeling nervous. It’ll be alright, though.”

Nervous was somewhat of an understatement, Emma feeling like she wanted to throw up as Gilly parked outside the hotel just over three hours later.

“So, what I’m thinking is that after talking to Obispo, these guys seemed to be enjoying everything the resort had to offer. Squash, golfing, casino, etc,” Lee began, after the guys had gone to check in. “Which means that I can hang around in the bar, keep an eye on the comings and goings of ‘em. Except, fuck. I don’t know what he fuckin’ looks like.”

Emma pulled out her phone, calling up Google. As with a lot of notable members of the mafia, Vincent’s face was very easily accessible. Clicking on his mugshot from an arrest after a large shoot out he’d been arrested for his part in around a decade ago, she turned the screen. “Like that, but a little aged. He’s very distinctive.”

Lee had already taken a good look at the hotel layout, scanning the pictures and seeing that from the large bar and restaurant area, the front desk and entrance was visible. She was entirely happy to play barfly with Gilly while Emma hid in her room. “Alright, and there’s my visual. He looks... intense.”

That was one way to describe a man who had once chopped off someone’s feet and fed them to Diavolo, his Akita. “He is, he’s very formidable.” Her voice was small, the quietness of her tone reminding Lee of her demeanour back when they’d first met, minus the shaking and the stuttered words.

Reaching for Emma’s hand, she cocked her head. “It’s fuckin’ gonna be fine. You forget I’m ex-military. I know how to run a fuckin’ smooth operation, sunshine.” She winked, Emma feeling at ease, squeezing her hand back before the arrival of Gilly and Guero parted them, hopping out of the car.

“Lobby is all clear from anyone of the Italian American persuasion,” Gilly spoke, swinging his rucksack over his shoulder. “Let’s go.” Taking Guero’s hand, she gripped it tightly, adjusting her sunglasses before beginning to walk. She felt as if she had a serpent writhing around in her guts, some cold, spiny creature that thrashed angrily, her heartbeat escalating, expecting him to pop up at any moment and snatch her again.

Heading in through the glass doors that slid open with a silky glide, her eyes were everywhere beneath her oversized aviators, Guero pulling her to the right, past the front desk and through to the safety of the ground floor hallway. Immediately, she felt herself unravel a little.

“Okay, we’ll see you guys at some point, I guess. I will call with details from my little stakeout,” Lee spoke, she and Gilly continuing down the hall as Guero opened the door to their room.

As soon as she was inside, she felt the creeping sensation at her back abate, yet she was a nervous mess, riddled with anxiety, wanting to go straight into her medication bottle and swallow back a couple of doses to calm herself. Taking more than her standard dose tended to have the opposite effect, though.

Reaching for Guero, she wrapped herself around him, burying her face against the side of his neck. Safe person. Safe person scent. It transported her back to a time where he was the only person she’d trusted while in the thick of her anxious duress, but for that moment her body refused to comply with the logic her brain was desperately trying to convey.

“Breathe, baby. It’s okay.” he told her, hands stroking her back, feeling her chest rising and falling rapidly against his, her heart pounding hard. He closed his eyes, arms tightening around her, a tide of anger rising within him. She’d worked so hard in the last near eleven months to recover, and now there she was again, trembling and frightened.

The urge to go and wait outside of Rocco’s room and bypass the plan completely, to shoot him in the head as soon as he laid eyes on the vile, abusive, child trafficking, raping sack of shit who’d once again reduced his sweetheart to a nervous wreck was almost all encompassing. He knew though that would land them in the kind of trouble none of them would survive, taking out a mafia boss without the agreement of those who served under him.

He couldn’t even imagine an alternative to Calabrese condoning the hit, or being told that the Romano family would handle it internally, should he be in complete agreement with the proposal they were bringing to him. None of them could live unless he died, and Emma? She’d be returned to Staten Island, with nobody to save her.

The thought of being dead and her alone in the world had been on his mind so much, he’d even considered fleeing with her to Mexico, should things not go in the favour of the Mayans. He loved his club, but he wouldn’t be a sitting duck, waiting for the weight of the mafia to crush them.

He believed in standing to fight, and his loyalty to the club tugged strongly at him, but he was smart enough not to remain on a sinking ship if he saw water beginning to pour in. He had not come to such a conclusion easily, either. His simple desire to survive outweighed anything else, now that it potentially could come down to that.

Realising he was spiralling into his own thoughts, he shook himself from it all, being present for her, as he needed to be before anything else. Holding her close had begun to calm her, Emma finally straightening to kiss him, resting her forehead to his.

“And I’m calmer now.” Her thumbs stroked over the flecks of stubble dotting his cheeks. “Thanks for always been so steadying when I need you to be.”

Smiling, he kissed her again. “You’re welcome, and good. I fucking hate seeing you like that, all cuz’ of him.”

Sucking in a breath over her teeth, she drew her shoulders up, the weight of her sigh tugging them down again. She hated feeling like that, too, everything rushing to the surface once more. “Let’s pray he isn’t going to be around much longer to do it, huh?”

It went without saying, he thought.

They hung around in the room for a few hours, Lee calling at just before seven, informing Emma that the mob guys had all just arrived in the bar for a drink, before being told by one of the staff that their cars were ready. With it looking like they were heading out elsewhere for the night, she was safe to go and eat dinner in the restaurant, a prospect that made her feel nervous, but that she participated in all the same. She changed into a long, tight grey dress, having to fend off Guero before they left.

“What’s the matter with you?” she laughed upon sitting at the table, Lee virtually vibrating in her seat opposite. “You look a little jazzed, buddy.”

“Been on the fuckin’ coffee all afternoon! Changed to sparkly water about halfway through, but I didn’t wanna get loaded propping up the bar and I think choosing to be caffeinated might’ve been a little bit of a fuckin’ mistake!”

Gilly snorted with laughter, shaking his head. “Dude, I told you to get decaf.”

“Can’t ever do that, fuckin’ decaf is bullshit! I’ll be fine, they gotta pool here and I brought my swimsuit. I’ll go swim it off, do some lengths, get all the energy out, y’know?”

Her very wide-eyed demeanour had them in soft fits, Lee’s hand shaking upon her beer glass, making her food order at a hundred miles an hour to the entertained looking waiter.

“And I gotta deal with this all night.” Gilly laughed, receiving an elbow from the hopped-up lady herself. She seemed to calm a little for eating, a firm but polite no given when the waiter asked them if they wanted coffee once they’d finished, calling it an evening at 10pm. Well, Lee and Gilly stayed up to see if Vincent returned back at a decent hour, but Emma and Guero headed straight back to their room.

Opening the door for her, he gestured that she should enter first. “There, you get me being a gentleman just once, before I turn straight animal.” He smacked her ass, kicking the door shut, Emma removing her boots and socks.

“Love, you’re always straight animal,” she purred, winking at him. He snaked his arms around her, moving her hair, softly biting the side of her neck with a playful growl. Those nibbles turned to kisses, hands pawing at her. Grasping his hoodie, she pulled it over his head, her nails gently raking down his chest as his mouth met hers, manoeuvring to the bed, pushing him onto it.

“I have to take this off, my head is like a furnace.” Pulling off the wig, she unclipped her hair and let it tumble loose, messy waves framing her face, Guero sitting up to watch keenly as she began to lower her dress. The way his eyebrows rose significantly at the reveal of her black, diamond mesh underwear tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Wow. Get the fuck on me, right now.”

Ahh, the desired effect.

“Is that what you want, hmm?”

His eyes swept her with desire, his cock beginning to harden at just the sight of her, nodding in response to her words.

“Yeah, I know what you want,” she spoke, coming to sit astride him, pushing her fingers into his mouth, her nipples hard against his chest through the thin mesh of her bra. “You want to pin me down and fuck my tight little pussy until I gush all over your cock, don’t you? Mmm, I love it when you get me so wet that it starts running over my thighs, when you hold me down and pound me so hard, I get dizzy. Yeah, I love it like that.” She ran her tongue up the side of his neck, her hips beginning to gyrate, grinding herself against the big erection she felt tenting his jeans.

He groaned barbarously around the suck upon her fingers, his teeth clamping in a hard bite, Emma pulling them from between his gorgeous lips before her mouth locked to his. Their kisses rained sensuality and steamy heat, Guero lying back on the bed, the feel of pristine hotel linens sumptuous against his bare back, hands travelling all over her as he moaned against her tongue.

If there was a sweeter way to kill time, he was yet to experience it.

Moving beneath her, his body topped hers, pressing her into the bed as his hands slid to make short work of her underwear, sitting up only to shed the remainder of his clothes before his mouth was on hers once more. He kissed her with all the love and heated desire he felt for her, hand trailing down her thigh as he shifted his weight a little, fingers skimming over the sumptuously dewy petals of her cunt.

That first touch had her arching off the bed, her back bending like a crescent moon, her moan rich and full bodied, his thick, clever fingers spreading her wetness around, settling upon her clit and beginning to circle. His touch was so perfect, Emma mewling softly as she felt her core ache, his breaths heavy against her neck as he moved to kiss her elegant throat, a soft groan rumbling his as he pushed two fingers into her.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking wet for me already.” He rumbled, his mouth finding hers, kissing her with all the heat of a furnace, those keen fingers seeking out her sweet spots. Focused rotations forced soft little exclamations from her, Guero drinking them down like wine as his lips locked with hers. “Yeah, that feel good, baby?”

She couldn’t even form words, delight tumbling through her, merely uttering a soft little moan as her head fell back on the bed, his fingers entering, rotating, dragging back, moving his thumb to her clit to stroke it in perfect rhythm. It always boosted his ego a little, seeing how easily he could make her sail into bliss with just two fingers.

It didn’t take long for him to kiss a sizzling path down her body, his mouth craving to be quenched with what drenched his fingers, removing them, sucking her wetness from them with a hungry grunt. He pushed her legs wider so she splayed for him, delving his tongue right into her folds, the syrupy wet of her pussy drenching his mouth.

His tongue dragged her eagerly, long licks from her glossy opening to her clit making her very bones shudder in ecstasy, Guero groaning, watching her body undulate before him. The rolling heat of his tongue pressed flat as it circled her clit, sending waves of bliss through her, her little whimpers filling the air, his hands gripped at her waist as he felt her puddling against his tongue.

She looked down, watching him do it, gasping, her fingers raking through his hair. “You look so fucking hot with a mouthful of my pussy.”

He grinned against her, sucking on her clit. “And you look the same while you’re getting it ate, mamas.” He winked, closing his eyes, groaning as he took a mouthful of her, loving the feeling of her thighs skimming against his face as she writhed.

He sucked upon her like ripe fruit, his groans deep, like boulders rolling over one another, the heat radiating up her spine as she panted, watching him tipping her further into mindlessness before her eyes closed and her head fell back. The flickers of the very tip of his tongue working in speed over her clit were too much, but not enough, her body shaking in response of being so lit up. It felt like an ice storm meeting magma, her body gleaming for him, Guero pushing his fingers back within her heat, burrowing deep.

Placing a suck upon her clit, his cheeks hollowed, the pressure gentle at first, fingers circling her walls, entering her then with rapidity, that suck intensifying until he had her crying out softly. His hunger to devour had him tearing his fingers from her, covering her entire slit in the thirsty suck of his mouth, grunting against her folds as his tongue laved her incessantly.

Reaching for his jeans, he undid them, sliding them and his boxers down, kicking himself out of them with impatience, the need to be within her rocketing through him. His heart thundered in his chest as anticipation skittered over him, kissing his way back to her mouth, lips meeting hers in a hot mesh of filthy indulgence, his words matching.

“Wanna spread those gorgeous legs and let me fuck you, huh? Is that what you want, for me to bury my big dick right up deep in this pretty little pussy, huh blue eyes?” Those words fuelled the epicentre of her bonfire, Emma nodding, their kisses scorching as he moved between her legs and glided into her, her walls tensing on his shaft, dragging a groan from the depths of him. He sat back on his heels, taking root in her, his eyes watching the sight of it, his cock sinking in and out, her wetness bathing him thickly.

He fell to her then, the blinding need to chase the fire roaring through his veins consuming him, his flames catching at her edges as she wrapped her legs around him, their mouths meeting messily.

“Oh god,” she gasped, clasping his face, seduced further by the look of dark lust pooling his near black eyes. “Fuck me, yeah, that’s it. Oh, fuck me!”

And he did, pounding into her relentlessly, hitting her so deep, shocks skittered through her. He slowed then, wanting to make it last longer than the rampant charge his arousal was dictating, pulling himself back, thrusting a little shallower, almost retreating, slipping back deeply. His head dipped, sucking her nipples in turn, tongue circling them with a hungry grunt, his hands stroking paths of blissful heat up and down her thighs as his cock hit her deep, deep, deep.

“Mmmm, fuck. You look so goddamn pretty, spread all around my dick. Got me so fucking drenched, beautiful.” he groaned, sitting back up again, the sight so steeped in erotic heat, he had to close his eyes for a moment, those tingles pulsing too rapidly, the desire to chase his release held fast, slowing, long lashes parting again as he stared down at her. “That feel good, huh?”

“Oh, you’re fucking amazing!” she cried out, her body jolting when he brought his thumb to her clit, tight circles spreading glimmers through her, pleasure melting down her spine and puddling at her cunt, covering him further in her dew. She raised herself up on her elbows, her hips shunting against each of his thrusts, fucking him back with purpose as she let her gaze fall to watch it.

He reached beneath her chin, making her focus on him, his forehead resting to hers as he stared at her with so much love, her heart felt full to burst. Stroking his face, she felt like she could see her entire future in the dark sparkle of his lust blown pupils, nuzzling him, whispering her love, sharing kisses steeped in sweet, yet burning heat.

Her heart jolted suddenly with the weight of it, the realisation of exactly what she would lose if Vincent didn’t agree. He had to, because there was no way she would willingly or easily part from Guero now she’d finally found him.

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Being an angel is pretty inconvenient, huh? (Ch. 6)

Finally, Lloyd returns home to Dirk. But he's never figured out a way to tell him about his new wings. How does one even start? [A Lloyd wingfic]

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving, Dirk, Noishe Rating: T Word Count: 6852 Mirror: AO3 Notes: For Colloyd Week 2023, Day 6: Quote Day: “What would I wish for now if a falling star crossed the night sky?” This is long and self-indulgent, as expected!

In the distance, Lloyd saw the spiral of smoke, how it drifted up into the sky.

He craned his head, leaning back to watch it climb. In the darkness, it was harder to differentiate it from the clouds. Much of the weather lately had hidden away the sun, and that included the stars when night fell, blanketing them, making one's journey home just a bit more difficult.

But he and Colette had still found the way. They had traveled through Sylvarant so much, both on land and through the sky, that it was second-nature to find the road that led to Iselia, and eventually, to Dirk’s house.

To his house.

Lloyd kept watching the smoke, then lowered his gaze to see the warm light from the windows. The one on the far right illuminated a stable, along with the shifting ears of a creature deep in sleep.

He didn't hear Colette’s footsteps, but he noticed the soft violet shade that stretched along the road. “We don't have to go just yet, if you're not ready,” she said. The tip of her wing brushed over his own, pure light against feather and bone.

He could hear his father at work. The rhythmic clunk of the hammer echoed through the stillness. It was one sound of many that Lloyd had grown up with, sometimes even falling asleep to it as Dirk continued to work late into the night. For a commission, for a repair to the house that was long overdue, or for a project of his very own making.

The sound may as well have been lifted from his memories. His dad had always said dwarves rarely changed throughout their years.

Lloyd swallowed. But then what will he think when he sees me?

There was a soft meow from behind him.

He turned to see Blippy poke his head from the basket Colette carried. The once tiny kitty had grown, though only by a few inches or so. Blippy’s white fur shone bright in the night. Wide eyes looked up at Lloyd, then started pawing at a feather that dangled just above a wet nose.

Lloyd couldn’t help a small laugh that escaped his throat. “Hey, my wings aren’t a new toy for you.”

Colette smiled but made no move to stop the kitten. “And after Yuan gave him a bunch of cat toys for him to play with too.” She hefted up the bag she carried in her other hand, the felt of one pet toy sneaking out from the top.

“...Yeah, why did he have those toys anyway? You think he used to be a cat owner?”

“Or maybe it used to belong to Noishe when they traveled together! I think Yuan really likes animals.”

“You sure? He seems too grumpy to be an animal lover though…”

Blippy was oblivious to their talk, still bapping away at Lloyd’s feathers. With a grin, he placed a gloved hand over the kitten’s head, scratching just beneath his ear. Even so, those tiny paws kept reaching for him.

“Hey, little guy. We’ll play with you soon. Just…first I gotta—”

And, Lloyd had thought they weren’t being particularly loud. There were always little rustles in the forest around nighttime, the kind that would make Noishe retreat further into his pen, or even sneak inside the house to cower underneath Lloyd’s bed.

The keening whine through the air made him think otherwise.

Going by Colette's expression, even she hadn’t expected Noishe to already be upon them. “Ah, N-Noishe, wait!” But Lloyd already felt the great paw right in the center of his back, nudging against his wings.

He fell face first into the ground.

“Gah! Noishe! Heavy!” Lloyd struggled, but the great green beast was busy nuzzling his snout against Lloyd’s cheek, letting out great bark-whines right in his ear. “Okay, okay! I'm happy to see you too but get off!”

Also, having four legs, this meant Noishe kept accidentally stepping right on Lloyd's wings, as well as his back. I don't have to worry about losing these on my own, he's just gonna break them off!

“Calm down, boy! Here, look! We have a new friend for you!” Colette was truly doing her best, petting Noishe’s ears as he still half-trampled over Lloyd. She then lifted the basket, where Blippy was looking up at Noishe with another mew.

The sound was new to Noishe, who had rarely been around normal cats and was only used to the monstrous ones, like giant lynxes or chimeras. He whined, pressing his paw against the back of Lloyd’s head.

Despite having wings, Lloyd sure was getting to know the ground a lot more!

“Oy, what's all the racket, Noishe? Are the little foxes bullying you again?”

And just like that, Noishe stepped off Lloyd, giving mercy to his wings (and back). He was sure he lost a few extra feathers…

“Mr. Dirk! It's us!” Colette called out, helping Lloyd get back to his feet, brushing off dirt clumps and grass from his jacket. “We're home!”

And it was that word, home, that made Lloyd suddenly freeze.

He was still facing away from the house, from Dirk. So right now, his dad had a full view of his wings, which were a little scuffled now from Noishe’s paws, their feathers probably falling off and floating to the ground.

And Dirk wasn’t saying anything.

Lloyd took a shaky breath. A part of him didn’t want to turn around, instead feeling the instinct to fly away and hide. But he had come all this way, and there was something aching in his chest to finally be inside his house after what felt like such a long time.

When he did turn, he was careful to keep his wings folded, so that they wouldn't get in anyone’s way. They were always getting in someone’s way. “Hey…Dad. Um…” He smiled tremulously, giving a small shrug. “Surprise?”

Dirk was only a few feet away, standing at the other end of the logs that served as a makeshift bridge over a small river. The dwarf’s arms were crossed, silently looking at Lloyd more and more, the wind ruffling his thick beard.

As the moments passed, all Lloyd could think that this had been a mistake. His wings shifted, curling inward more as if they could fully hide behind his back. “Sorry, I… a lot happened and…”

“Ya came here earlier than I thought,” Dirk interrupted. He scratched at his beard, humming softly. “The renovations aren't quite ready yet. Thought I’d be done sooner, but I suppose all these centuries are finally catching up to me.”

Lloyd blinked. “Reno-what?”

“Well, don't just stand there, boy. Nights have been colder here lately, ya know. What with that Celsius lass taking root in Triet now. Get the both of you inside and I'll heat up some stew.”

With that, Dirk stepped back into the house through the front doorway. Warm light framed his silhouette before he moved to the side where the kitchen was, the clinking of pots echoing.

Wait, Lloyd thought. Something seems different…

“Uh, Dad?” Lloyd asked, looking at the entrance to the house for a long while, squinting and unsquinting until he finally understood what he was seeing. “Where's the door?”

It sounded weird to say out loud, but there really was just suddenly no door at the front of his house! The metal hinges were still present, and as he looked closer, there were wood shavings scattered along the floor. That, and the door frame itself seemed to be carved in a little more than he remembered.

“Ah, that? The old one won't fit the new measurements, so I had to take it down.” Dirk brought an old cooking pot to the fire stove, the logs already fairly lit. “I only had Ms. Sage’s letter to know just how much I would need to widen the doorway for you, and I still need to fix the top as well. I’ve also been mending your clothes that you left behind—so you’ll need to put on your jackets a little differently. I’ve fashioned some clasps in the back to make it fit better, but should more or less be the same. Reminds me of the time I had to lengthen my very own trousers when you had yer growth spurt!”

Lloyd was just more and more confused at the new information being given. “Wait, the Professor's letter? When did she…?

A whine from Noishe pierced through the night, followed by a wagging tail that thumped against the ground at the scent of prepared food. Dirk turned at the sound—and it was then he noticed the little kitten Colette still held, wide eyes shining bright from the fire stove.

“Got yerselves even more mouths to feed, did ya?”

Lloyd remained standing outside, but Colette heard the invitation in Dirk’s tone, stepping towards the doorway, basket in hand. “His name is Blippy. But, I guess Professor Sage must have told you already.”

The dwarf chuckled as he gazed at the little animal, petting its head, his thick hand nearly thrice the size of it. “Fine little critter. Lloyd, you did good saving this young one.”

Something about that made Lloyd leave his confuddled daze, shaking his head—which in turn made his feathers fluff up. “So you already knew about my wings!? This whole time?!” A pause. “You know everything?!”

“Ay, keep yer voice down! No sense shouting to the whole world at this hour.” Dirk faced Lloyd, the sweat on his brow apparent from the work he had put himself through. “I got no word from ya all this time. Had me worried sick if you were hurt or worse. So, I sent a query to your teacher. I figured if anyone would know anything, she would be the one.”

At that, Lloyd hung his head, running a hand through his hair. “And I've been freaking out about how to tell you…”

“I'm sorry we haven't sent anything in so long,” Colette quickly apologized. “So much happened all at once, that we just, kinda lost track.”

Dirk smiled at her, his thick beard moving like a bristly forest. “Now, you know I always appreciate your letters about how you and Lloyd are faring. That isn't the problem here.” Back to Lloyd, the dwarf’s arms were crossed once again. “What grieves me though is how my own son could not trust me.”

Lloyd raised his head with a snap. Feathers fluttered on the wind, one of them sneaking into the house to land shyly on the hardwood floors. “That's not-! I mean…” He groaned, taking a deep breath before starting again.

“You see this, right?” He gestured to his now stretched out wings, feeling every creak and motion they made. He couldn’t move them without feeling awkward, these extra limbs having no where to go and hide. “I've been going over and over how I was going to tell you about this! I, I had to talk to other people first. And I still don’t really understand how these wings happened or why it did, but…” His wings bristled without his meaning to, embarrassing him just then. “I just didn't want you to see me…different…”

Lloyd suddenly felt so small as he spoke. And his wings were still far too big.

It was a while before Dirk spoke again, with only the sounds of the boiling pot and the crackling fire taking up the wasted space between. “Lloyd, I thought I had taught you this already, but perhaps I need to drill it into your skull a little more.”

“Huh? What do you mea–Ow!”

Lloyd could only hear Colette gasp slightly as he felt the sharp sting. Knuckles rapped against his forehead, a small tap for Dirk, but a dwarf’s strength was never to be underestimated. Lloyd placed a hand over what he was sure was a bruise already forming. It hadn’t been a punch, yet it almost felt like one. “W-what was that for?”

“It's to get through your thick-headedness!” Dirk yelled. “Don't you get that you change in front of me every time I turn my head? One moment, you’re a little tyke barely reaching my knees, and the next, you’re a grown man who carries his swords with pride. Why would you having wings now make any true difference to me? For all I know of humans, I would have believed them sprouting wings was as natural as breathing air!”

Lloyd gawked. “But we don't… well…” He looked to Colette, who still had her own wings out, their light suffusing the inside of the home with that soft violet he had grown so used to. “I guess some of us do?”

At that, Dirk’s great hand reached to clap against Lloyd's shoulder, making him stumble, his right wing flapping to keep him balanced. But there was a supplication this gesture now, not frustration nor anger. “You’ve changed, and you will always keep changing. But no matter what, you are still my son.” A small smirk could just barely be seen through his dark beard, but Lloyd had learned to recognize it through the years—and it was there. “You are still my very own child that I raised in this home, regardless of blood.”

A still moment. His father's smile. Lloyd had heard similar words before.

Why had he forgotten that already?

“Now, will ya come in already? Colette's already beat ya to it! Which means she’ll have first dibs on the potluck surprise I'll be making.”

“Dwarven Potluck Surprise? It’s been so long!” Colette beamed—and Blippy meowed right after. "Ah, but I don’t think you should eat that.”

Colette had already gone inside Dirk’s home, perhaps unconsciously so. Her wings fluttered, motes of light drifting in the air as she realized her position. Perhaps it was because she had always been invited here that she had gone in so easily. “And sorry, I should put these away…”

Dirk waved his hand. “Nonsense. They give the house some much needed light anyways.” He patted Lloyd’s shoulder again, gentler this time. “Well? Will you be coming in or will I have to pull you by the ear like old times?”

Lloyd would have argued against that, if he had felt like himself. But he looked again at the doorway, at the markings of sawdust and hammer marks that had taken place. “You were making that bigger for me,” he said.

Dirk nodded. “No sense in having you squeeze your wings through the front door. The one on your balcony should be wide enough, so I’m trying to make it the same here. I might need to move one of the windows to do so, but it's been a while since I’ve done some real construction work. A good time to keep my skills from being too rusty!”

There was joy in his father’s voice as he spoke, even some excitement at the idea of building something for Lloyd. There was no half-heartedness, no worry, and nothing fearful. And with his dad being so close to one of his wings, barely raising a bushy eyebrow at their size, Lloyd realized then.

His vision got blurry all the sudden. He tried to hide it with a quick swipe of his arm, but it only seemed to make his tears fall down all the more. “Ah, dammit, s-sorry.”

Even so, he couldn’t stop crying.

Lloyd found himself leaning on his father’s arm who guided him inside. The shadow of his own wings fell over the dwarf, but Dirk didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Now, now, yer apologizing as much as Colette here. You must be starving, lad. Come in now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t…believe it would be okay.” Harder to speak, just like when he was a little. He’d been such a crybaby back then. “I’m really sorry…”

“Hush now. Also mind the tools there, ya don’t want a wicked nail through your boot. We’ll have a bit of a draft while we eat but I’m sure it’s nothing you’re not already used to.” Dirk continued to speak gently, as he would do when Lloyd was little, crying over monsters in the dark, and nightmares he could put no name to.

Maybe it was the pain of getting his wings, the weight of them, the constant ache and everything else that had made him forget. He moved through the doorway, already wide enough that he barely needed to tuck in his wings as he stepped inside. The familiar scent of the simmering potluck, the soft light from Colette’s wings painting the walls, the tiny whines from Noishe as he settled himself in a corner, hoping for scraps to come his way.

Remember, this is your home.

Lloyd really had forgotten so many things.

But he remembered the stew tasting so, so warm.

The skies stayed cloudy throughout the coming days. Again, Dirk commented how it must have been Celsius’ doing, the icy summon spirit bringing forth a chill that the thick forests surrounding Iselia did not know—though not enough to hurt the trees or any of the plants in their garden, thankfully. “A customer of mine said the desert had its first snowfall,” he would later say. “It seems change is happening everywhere.”

Lloyd hadn’t been sure how long he would stay home this time. Typically, it would be a week or two at a time before he and Colette would set out on the road again. But as he seated himself on the balcony railing, his wings helping him keep balance, hearing his father put the finishing touches on the doorway below, he was finding it harder to leave.

That, and Blippy seemed to really like it here, too.

The white kitten was already growing so fast, barely fitting inside his basket anymore. So it only made sense that he would wander around the home, poking his head among the potted plants and snatching any dried fish that Dirk had stored. There had been some worries, from both Lloyd and Colette, about the river that wound around the house and if Blippy would fall in. Still, the river never ran fast and was barely over a foot deep, yet even so, Dirk had set about creating a little wooden fence, so that Blippy didn’t accidentally dip a paw in the water in curiosity.

Yet, maybe they had been worrying too much, because Blippy was far more interested in Noishe instead of some water.

Lloyd watched Blippy chase after Noishe across the grass. The small little flash of fur was bright, mewing all while Noishe whined and tried to hide in his stable. His dad turned his head occasionally towards the sight, letting out a chuckle or two before going back to his work.

“Looks like they’ve been getting along lately, don’t you think?”

Lloyd felt the brush of her fingers against his wings. The touch was so light, reminding him of the way she would press her fingers into his palm. He grinned, still watching both dog and cat rush across the ground. “Maybe. Either that or Noishe is great with kids.”

Colette looked down, her own soft laughter escaping her lips. He felt her fingers move from her wings to around his back—to the new openings in his jacket for his wings to comfortably hang from. It definitely took Lloyd some getting used to wearing it, but his dad’s tailoring skills were nearly as good as his crafting. The back clasps in his jacket could be tightened after he put it on, so that he no longer had to wrestle his wings through the makeshift openings he and Colette had tried to do on their own. No more tearing through the fabric, and no more worries that his jacket would simply fall off because of such new shapes.

“I’m glad he still kept these red,” Colette noted, and he could hear the playful tone in her voice. “Or would you have wanted to try a different color?”

“You know, now that I think about it…blue would look pretty great on me. Oh, or maybe purple!”

“Aw, purple is cute!” And before Lloyd could argue that purple could be more than just a cute color, she also moved to sit on the railing beside him, carefully brushing aside the clinging ivy and the soft dust of pollen that had draped over it.

She lost her balance almost immediately.

Lloyd quickly reached out and grabbed her arm. “Whoa, watch out! You can just take a chair if you wanna sit.”

“Hehe, sorry…” Colette gripped her free hand onto the railing now, but she didn’t move, instead continuing with, “But I think I know what to do about it.”

With that, Colette’s wings slowly slipped past her shoulders, their soft light slightly muted by the sunshine. He felt the tip of one of her wings tap his shoulder. Soon, she was sitting taller, more comfortably, her legs swinging from the railing. “There!”

She did it so easily, all with a wide smile. Her wings fluttered a little, reminding him of a butterfly’s own.

As the wind shifted the tree boughs near his balcony, carrying the scent of pine in the early spring, he kept his eyes on her. For so much of that first journey, Lloyd had seen her wings often. Easier to fight with, she had told him before, even when she worried how the others must have seen her. When she was numb to pain, her wings highlighted the scratches across her palms from gripping the chakrams too tightly. When she was locked away and could no longer speak, her wings were always at the ready, their once soft light seeming harsher in the dark, reflecting off eyes that never shifted or blinked.

Lloyd tapped his fingers against the railing, eyes shifting downward. “Hey, Colette. You don’t need to have your wings out for my sake.”

Between them, there were the sounds of Dirk’s hammer, the distant cry of a hawk overhead, and the continued whispering from the trees. The light of Colette’s wings stayed draped over the railing, over his hand where his Exsphere continued to rest on.

“I know you don’t want…what happened to me to happen to you too.” His wings furled inward slightly as he spoke. “So, it’s okay. Really. You don’t have to risk it.”

Colette had already suffered for her wings as they were. Why should he have to add more to that?

It was then he heard the railing creak from motion, watching as the familiar violet shade moved away from his hand. But before he could even start to feel a little lonely then, Colette had grabbed his hand—from the front.

“Remember when we used to fly together?” Colette asked him. She was flying before him, her wings gently beating, sending drifting motes of light to scatter across the earth. “Not just in Ozette… but before that? We should do it again. Let’s go and fly!”

Again, the rhythmic sound of the hammer, now followed by the gentle whines of a certain creature who must have noticed Colette hovering just above.

“Uh… did you just ignore what I was saying now?” Lloyd asked in turn, more out of befuddlement than anything else. He could usually follow Colette’s thoughts well, but still, she managed to surprise him now and then.

“Oh! No, I was listening!” Colette nodded, her face all serious to the point that her cheeks were a little puffy, a feature that Lloyd couldn’t help but find adorable. “And this is my answer!”

“So, you did ignore me.”

Colette grasped his hand close in both of her own, leaning in. Her blue irises held patterns in them, like constellations. “Lloyd, I want to use my wings with you again. I know I used to be a little worried before about it, when I told you about what Kratos mentioned to me. So, when it actually happened to you, I did try to stop using my wings. I got scared. I didn’t really understand.”

Her nearness made his heart race again, but he grasped her hand back with his. “That’s why I said it’s okay to not use yours. You shouldn’t have to because of me.”

“But what if I want to, Lloyd?” she countered, the rare hint of exasperation in her voice. “Can you believe me that I want to? Like when we used to fly up in the skies… When it felt like it was only us in the world. I know it’s selfish of me, but I liked that. I miss flying with you.”

Lloyd’s wings unfurled again, unconsciously done, but he didn’t shy away from it. He remembered seeing doves do the same, like the ones that would sometimes make their nests within a hidden corner of his rooftop.

“…I’m actually kinda nervous flying that high with these,” he admitted, clearing his throat. “I mean, I did fly to my balcony this morning! Like, from the ground…”

Colette’s fingers threaded between his own, soon reaching for his other hand. “Then you just need a little practice. Let’s get you more used to your new wings. I can teach you!”

Her excitement was getting more and more obvious, her serious face from before breaking into a grin. She gently tugged him forward, and all Lloyd could do was let her. His wings were already opening, catching the wind, feeling the way it shifted around his feathers.

“Heh, so should I call you Professor Colette, then?” he teased, just as he felt himself leave the railing. “Or, I guess it would be Professor Brunel…”

“Hm, but I like hearing you say my name, so keep the Colette part!” And with a little triumphant pull, she held Lloyd’s hands as they both hovered in the air just before his balcony, their wings beating in sync.

Lloyd gazed at her, at her wings painted against the cloudy skies, like the fragments of a stained-glass window. He swallowed a small lump in his throat, hoping it didn’t make his flight a bit unsteady. But flying had always been like this, hadn’t it? To trust yourself to not freefall through the air, to leave the stability of the ground for the uneasiness of the air.

It was exciting, when he thought about it.

“So, Professor Colette, I always wondered… How come you got so good at flying right away when you got your wings? Even when I had my old ones, I still had trouble with them.”

Colette seemed surprised by the question. Her wings beat rapidly in the air as she thought of her answer. “Hm… maybe it’s just part of my luck?”

“Haha, what? That’s not how luck works!” Lloyd tilted his head, his legs hanging down, still unconsciously searching for a floor to stand on. “I think?

“Well, I am very lucky.” She pulled him further up into the air, giggling. “Maybe my luck with flying will rub off on you!”

And she was quick, already guiding him on a flight path only she seemed to know. But she didn’t forget to wave down to Dirk below, calling out to him with a clear voice. “We’re just going out, Mr. Dirk! We’ll be back before dinner!”

“Ah, leaving me your pet to take care of, eh?” But little Blippy was already being stroked by Dirk’s great hand as he took a break from his work. The cat stared ahead, eyes wide as it craned its head up towards a flying Lloyd and Colette. Still, it didn’t reach out to them. It was very content to stay and be petted by a well-knowing hand. “Stay safe, you two!”

From the height of his balcony, his father’s shape didn’t look that much different than on ground level. But with flight came the distance, came the eventual loss of detail, until even Dirk’s beard could barely be seen. It was similar when flying atop a Rheaird, except Lloyd could turn in the air, and keep holding onto Colette’s hand, watching the trail of stardust from her wings float all around. Maybe with enough of it, her light could even make his own wings shine.

At some point during the day, the clouds finally began to part—but Lloyd barely noticed. He was too busy keeping his eyes on Colette, and how her wings moved with all the ease that he wished he had.

The initial flight was shaky for him. He nearly lost his balance numerous times, and his wings would grow tired. They were no longer just made of light, but of muscle and bone. He had to rest them occasionally, stopping at a hill outcropping or a tree branch, with Colette waiting beside him until he was ready to fly once more.

“Feel like I’m not making this as fun as it used to be…” he said with a small laugh.

But Colette would only shake her head, the light from her wings darkening her hair. “It’s always fun with you, Lloyd.”

And then, she would take his hand to fly off again, over the forest he had known so well since he was a kid, watching the twisting rivers that cut through hills, and the dirt roads that wound down cliffs past an abandoned ranch, until they would reach the gates of Iselia. But they were so high up in the sky, they might have been mistaken for large birds if anyone saw them. Or at least, Lloyd was hoping for that.

He quickly identified the roof that belonged Colette’s house, spotting the well beside it, and the small backyard where they would both play swords together when they were young. Another quick glance to the right, and he thought he recognized Phaidra walking past the front door, her ash blonde hair catching the dim light of the setting sun.

Lloyd knew he’d have to see them too, with his new wings. He’d have to see the entire village, sporting the same wings as the angel that had come down on that day of the Oracle. So, he felt some relief as they flew farther past the village, Colette’s hand still holding fast to his.

But, that was also when he started to question. “Uh, where are we going anyway?”

Colette looked back at him, her hair flying about her in a golden array. “Just a little further up. How do your wings feel?”

“Eh, still kinda tired? But I guess they don’t ache as much.” So he flew with some trepidation, too anxious to really make any careless dives or twists in the air like he once used to.

His wings really did have an annoying habit of flying into things if he wasn’t careful enough, so he was little relieved they had left the forest for more open spaces. It wasn’t like before, where his wings of light could disperse whenever he felt like it. He couldn’t just land on the bough of a tree, sitting against the bark when he felt tired. Now he had to calculate just how much space his wings needed, how they would make it difficult for him to just lay back unless he folded them up properly. (Which also made it a bit hard to sleep in general!)

Then, as he flapped his wings a little hard, trying to catch the air, he winced. And with that came a little groan of frustration.

Colette noticed. “Oh, again?”

“Ugh, yeah…” He tried turning his neck but had no real luck. “These ribbons just keep getting in the way now!”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there!”

Lloyd could barely question her what she meant exactly, his neck cricking from his ribbons restricting his movement. He could feel every flap of his wings only making it worse, until Colette guided him to land on somewhat uneven ground.

“Here, let me look.” Colette quickly moved behind him, and soon he felt her hands move aside those ribbons from his mass of feathers, a careful unwinding of thin fabric from his wingspan. “This left one really held on!”

Lloyd sighed, his shoulders drooping. “I think I’m gonna have to tell dad about getting rid of these. I can’t fly right if these ribbons keep tangling up in my wings!”

Colette straightened out the white ribbons, her fingers smoothing out wrinkles. “I think it would work if they were shorter.”

“No way, they’d just look kind of dumb if they were short.”

As he felt her still holding onto his ribbons, he looked straight ahead. In the distance, he saw the ocean, hearing the crashing of waves against a rocky shore. The sun, he finally noticed, was already going down, sinking into the ocean as the sky overhead darkened. Lloyd angled his head around, realizing just where exactly they were both standing on. He caught a glimpse of the carved opening that had been made at the top of the stone structure, from where the light of the Oracle had shone so brightly all that time ago.

The Iselia Temple? Why did she bring me here?

But Colette still seemed to be busy with his ribbons, even long after she had untangled them. She already spoke before he could ask her. “What if we tied it up?”

Lloyd immediately knew what she meant. He hesitated. “I don’t know about that…”

“But you did it for me!” Colette was doing her best to hide away her grin as she guided him to stand on one of the curved outcroppings of the temple, many of the stones enveloped by moss. She stayed behind him, straightening out those ribbons even more. “Remember, your ribbons got tangled up in my hair when I wore your outfit that one time.”

“That’s different!”

“How so?”

“Hair and wings aren’t exactly the same…” But he already felt her tugging on them, and the motion of it was nice. Almost relaxing, such as when she brushed his wings, careful with his feathers.

“Fine,”he relented. “If you really want to—”

“Oh, whoops,” Colette said with a giggle. “I was already doing it. Sorry!”

“Huh?!” Lloyd reached back around his collar, his wrist brushing against his wing. But his fingers found the knot that was made, along with the little bow that Colette had tied up nicely with his white ribbons.

“Now they won’t get in the way. Also, they look cute!”

Well, he knew he had to admit it then, especially once he tested a small beat of his wings then. “Huh, it is a lot better now! …I’m gonna need to do this for my other jackets.”

“Maybe we can have each one a different style!” Colette suggested. “I can make your Tuesday jacket have a more braid-like ribbon.”

“You sure you didn’t already do that?”

But Colette just poked out her tongue at him as a tease as she stood next to him again. Lloyd looked at how the night sky was seen through her wings, sparkling more than they ever did on their own. It took him a second to realize that it was already nighttime—had they really flown all afternoon?

“How come you wanted to come here?” he asked her. He caught sight of the crumbling stairs that led to the temple, the flagstones long overtaken by the earth. It seemed even more in disrepair, for probably ever since Colette left, no one else besides them had gone back to this holy place of Cruxis worship. Now it only crumbled, along with everything else of the old religion.

“The stars are always so clear by the temple,” she said, craning her neck upwards. “Not as well as by your house, but it’s always very dark here, so the stars shine brighter than they do when in Iselia.”

In the sky, there were patterns—different ones now, with the reunification of the worlds. How often had Colette had to stay late at the temple, counting the stars from the windows? How often had he done the same from his house, waiting until he could go back to Iselia again to see her?

Lloyd was still looking at her when he saw something then—like a trail of starlight that connected the span of her wings, from the top-most left to the bottom. He watched its travel, a movement so fast across her expanse.

“A shooting star?” Colette said, looking over in the same direction. “I wonder… what would I wish for now…?”

Lloyd knew what he once would have wished for.

When his wings had ached, had been covered in blood and made him hate the very thought of moving, he would have wished for them to be gone. He would have wished he had done things differently. He would have wished he hadn’t put Colette through so much trouble, just to care for him and his stupid mistakes.

In the night, he saw how his right wing moved to circle around Colette. A large wingspan, the feathers pulled at by the ocean breeze. They were the same color as the kitten he had dove in to rescue from the river. Whatever reason his wings had decided to change just then, he still couldn’t say. That same kitten was probably resting in his father’s lap, who mostly likely was still waiting for him and Colette to return home.

No wishes came to his head, but something else did.

Lloyd took Colette’s hand. “Fly with me.”

Colette barely had a moment before Lloyd’s wings outstretched, wider than before. Only once had he ever felt this confident with them—back when they had been of light for the very first time, and he flew off to the skies with no hesitation.

“Come on!” Grinning wide, he urged Colette to follow, rising high above, watching as her wings beat rapidly to match his speed.

“Lloyd!” she called back with a laugh. “Are you okay to fly this high up?”

High enough that even the temple seemed small, high enough that it felt like they were the only two left in the entire world.

Their flight path was of curves, and sudden dives, and over the ocean currents that made laughter break out between them. But still, he guided her higher, just enough so that he felt nothing else could be better. They finally stopped, uplifted by the winds, the twin moons shining down on them. They made the night less dark, surrounded by the stars that were so numerous, like an endless sea.

Stopping in mid-flight, he moved his hands from hers, to wrap around her waist and bring her close in an embrace. Just a few days before, he would have felt too awkward to do this, too unbalanced, too much of a mess to give her what she tried to give to him.

His wings beat softly to keep them up. Even if Colette’s wings were snuffed out at that very moment, he wouldn’t let go.

“Colette, I’m sorry I couldn’t say it back then when you kissed me.”

He felt the heat rise in her face, warm against his cheek. He watched it brighten as he moved back to look at her, her hair framed by her wings and the stars. “Ah, that was… I just did it without asking you—”

“I love you, too.”

Maybe it was cheesy to say it here, up in the skies, but he wanted a place where only Colette would hear him, where she couldn’t mistake it for anything else.

“I’ve always loved you, but I only really got it back at the Tree. It takes me so long to get anything. It’s kinda pathetic, huh? And even when I finally realized, it took me even longer to just say it. I kept you waiting this whole time, even after you told me. I’m sorry. I don’t want to keep doing that to you. I love you, Colette. I love you.”

Her kiss had been her way of telling him, the most obvious thing that even the densest person would have picked up on. He always made so much trouble for Colette.

She lowered her eyes, but her hands fidgeted. Fingers moved to slide up his collar, to thread across his hair. “Then…can you make it up to me?”

He moved closer, his forehead pressed against hers as they both floated lazily through the sky. “Yeah. What is it?”

“Can you kiss me back?”

Was it as far back as Flanoir, as far back as on his balcony before she would leave for her journey, when he first wanted to kiss her? He had loved her then, longer than he could put a single memory to it. So many times, so many moments, but it had been up to Colette to guide him. The wanting flooded through him. He could hardly even speak anymore.

Still, when Lloyd pressed his lips to hers, tasting that familiar sweetness from before, hearing the soft sounds Colette made against him, he finally felt he did something right for once in so long.

Flying had never before felt so wonderful.

#tales of symphonia #lloyd irving #colette brunel #colloyd #colloydweek2023 #dirk #fanfiction #multi chapter

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deans-baby-momma · 1 year ago

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A/N: Just a little something I came up with on the LOOOOOONG trip home from vacation. Inspired by a song we listened to. Anyone wanna guess? LOL

Lightning flashes across the sky illuminates the otherwise dark highway, thunder tumbles in the distance indicating another springtime storm approaching.

The headlights of my car barely penetrate the sheets of rain to reflect the lines of the deserted highway. Rural roads are not known for their stellar lighting, no streetlights and not many homes that have bright bulbs to shine out that far.

I can barely see five feet in front of me as I maneuver the rental car I’m using between the lines. I am ready to get to the next town, find a hotel and take a good hot shower before falling into bed. Today has been tedious and tiresome.

Another flash of light from the sky bounces off something on the side of the road and I slowly apply the brakes. As I get nearer, I can make out the silhouette of another vehicle on the side of the road. Dark, maybe black; sleek but big. Not a truck but an older car, one that is made from actual metal and chrome and not the fiberglass and plastic the newer ones are manufactured with now.

I look out the passenger window as I pass to see if the driver is inside or if someone is standing nearby but I see no one. Hopefully some other good samaritan came by and picked them up and they aren’t walking in this torrential downpour from the sky. I don’t know anyone who would enjoy walking in this crap.

A couple of miles down the road, though, I see someone walking along the edge of the asphalt, hands in their pockets and their shoulders slumped over trying to shield the rain. I can tell it hasn’t worked as the whole top half of their body is soaked through, their clothing clinging to them like a second skin. He has no umbrella or coat, like he wasn’t expecting to have to walk in this mess

As I get closer, I can tell it’s a man. Tall, muscular and bow-legged. His cowboy swagger gives away his condition and makes me swoon. Cowboys are my weakness. When he notices me, he turns his head and I swear my heart stopped. Not only was he built like a God but he looked like one too!

I pull up alongside, rolling down my window and offer him a ride. His response is a smile as he reaches for the door. As soon as he is out of the elements and the cabin is once again a reprieve from the outside, I press the gas and continue my journey.

“Thanks again,” he says and his voice is smooth like honey. “I didn’t think I’d ever see another vehicle.”

“Yea, not many people out at the time of night,” I responded. “Especially in this storm.”

We ride along in silence for a while until we start seeing the telltale signs of the next town. I sigh in relief, thinking of how I’m that much closer to that hot shower and nice, warm bed that awaits.

“Is there anywhere you want me to drop you off?” I ask, silently lamenting that my time with the stranger is coming to an end.

“I guess just point me to the closest motel. I was just passing through and I doubt there is a mechanic shop open this late to go get my car.”

I pull into the Motel 6 and put it in park. “Well, I’m staying here. I’m just passing through too.”

“Thanks for the lift,” he says as he opens the door and steps out, heading to the lobby.

Grabbing my bag from the backseat, I climb out of the vehicle and close the door, locking it and walking toward the lobby myself, to check in. As I step inside the building, I hear the concierge telling the stranger that there are no vacancies.

“You gotta be kidding me!” he huffs as I see rain drops drip from his hair and slither down his neck into the back of his shirt. “There’s nothing? Not even a sofa in an empty corner?”

“No sir,” the young boy says. “We are booked solid.”

“You can stay in mine,” I say as I approach the desk. “I have a room and most of these places have at least a cot.”

The stranger and the boy behind the desk look at me bewildered. Yes, I just offered a stranger a place to stay so he doesn’t have to sleep outside in the rain. This is the same stranger I picked up on the side of the road not even an hour ago. So what? I’m a nice person.

I step up to the desk and check in, grabbing my key and turning to the man standing behind me. “We’re in room 23. Come on,” I smile as I walk out of the lobby, my suitcase rolling along after.

The storm rages outside the window as we settle in for the night. As I predicted, the room provided a full size bed and a couch with a pullout mattress. After my shower, I snuggle down under the comforter on the bed and listen to his teeth chatter.

“Get over here and get in the bed,” I tell him, sitting up to see his silhouette shivering under the thin sheet. “I didn’t pick you up just to let you freeze to death in my hotel room.”

The man stood up as a flash of lightning lit up the room. He was in nothing but a pair of boxers and I salivate at the sight. He is pure brawn, muscles sinewy and taut; his stomach has a small paunch but other than that, he looks like he could take care of himself in any situation.

His skin is ice cold as he slides into the bed alongside me, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. Or is it the fact that I’m absolutely turned on by him?

We lay on our backs, both of us staring at the ugly yellowed ceiling above our heads. I close my eyes and will myself to sleep but before I can accomplish that, I feel his hand begin to run along my thigh.

Before long, we are in the throes of passion, his body thrusting into mine with ease. He was doing everything just right and had me cumming in minutes. I screamed out my release as I heard him grunt and then felt his spendings filling me full.

After cleaning up, we cuddled and drifted off to sleep. I’d never felt more like a woman than I did in this stranger’s arms. It was magical,

The sun shining through the window woke me up and I lay there, still in his arms as I lamented what had actually happened. I had picked up a stranger on the side of the road, brought him into my hotel room, where we made love and I hadn’t even asked his name!

The man who rocked my world was still asleep when I was dressed and ready to leave. I grabbed the complimentary pen and pad and left him a note. It’s the least I could do.

‘I am the flower you are the seed. We walked in the garden, we planted a tree

Don't try to find me, please don't you dare.

Just live in my memory. you'll always be there.’

To be continued…..

2nd A/N: Hopefully the last part will be posted this weekend (6/16-18)

@spnbaby-67 @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @kazsrm67 @chriszgirl92 @deanwithscissors @raisinggray @fanfic-n-tabulous @hobby27 @stoneyggirl2 @brownbearhusky @purpleeclipseeggsland

#all I want #song inspiration #a lil drabble #first person pov

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senjuushi · 2 years ago

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Event Translation — Brand New Journey ~Italy Expedition Volume~

Episode 8: Galleria Umberto I

—After their one full day of sightseeing was over, (Player Name) and the others returned to Naples.

A recently built arcade stands right in the middle of a street lined with shops both new and old.

Marks: There are so many people out, even though it’s nighttime.

Carcanore: Hey, look, it’s Galleria Umberto I.

Marks: ...? What’s that?

Benetta: This shopping gallery. It was built in the 19th century, during the large-scale redevelopment of Naples that followed the cholera epidemic.

Benetta: After that, problems such as deterioration did come up, but it’s still the foremost shopping gallery in Naples, and always bustling with people.

Carcanore: The domed ceiling is fifty-eight meters tall, and isn’t the mosaic on the floor gorgeous? It depicts the twelve constellations.

Carcanore: You can find everything from fast-food restaurants to menswear stores with a century of established history here. There are other such galleries and shopping districts around, but I think this one is the most “Naples-like” of them all.

Benetta: Precisely. —ah, that reminds me.

Benetta: I have some business at the shoe store. Did you receive the items you ordered?

The boutique Benetta went to was one of an ultra-luxury brand.

Cutlery: H-Hold on a second! Is this... Salvatore Gamoferra*!?

Carcanore: Yep, Benetta only wears Gamoferra shoes.

Cutlery: I thought you were wearing super well-tailored clothes...! How much do your wardrobes even cost...!

Benetta: Sorry to keep you waiting.

Marks: Is this store really that impressive?

Cutlery: It’s a first-rate brand! It’s beyond expensive.

Benetta: We hold Bella Figure in high esteem, and that means maintaining a pristine appearance.

Benetta: Wearing products made by a trusted brand that represents Italy is only natural.

Benetta: All of your clothes are from this brand as well, aren’t they?

Cutlery: Eh! Seriously!? You gave clothes like that to tourists who were just passing by...

Benetta: I couldn’t bring shame to my guests, could I? Especially when they saved Bonito’s life.

Carcanore: Anyway, wanna take a little break and hit up a bar? There are some places here that are famous for their cannoli.

Benetta: Before that... Bonito.

Bonito: Yeah?

Benetta: Go put these shoes in the car, please. It’s not becoming to walk around with a large number of shopping bags.

Bonito: ...a-ah! No problem at all.

Carcanore: ......

The bar was crowded with a large number of people. Tourists and residents of Naples all mingle together.

Master:

Today’s been fun.

We were able to enjoy Italy to the fullest thanks to you.

Carcanore: We should be thanking you too! You gotta come again sometime. I can show you around way better next time.

Cutlery: Yeah. ...I thought bars like this only served alcohol, but there’s all kinds of food here too, huh?

Carcanore: Yep, everyone here in Naples has their favorite bar.

Marks: The pubs in England feel totally different. This place is lively, but still relaxed...

Benetta: That’s also Bella Figura.

Marks: Really?

Benetta: Indeed. Well-becoming behavior is also essential.

Benetta: That’s why, even when going to bars, it’s unheard of to dress poorly or disgrace yourself with intoxication.

Benetta: My gun, as you can see, also honors beauty.

Benetta placed his gun on the table. The upper third of the slide is missing, and the barrel is exposed.

Marks: ...the barrel looks off. What does that mean for how it functions?

Benetta: It means that it’s beautiful.

Marks: ...beautiful... Master, do you understand? I don’t get it at all.

Benetta: It’s fine if you don’t understand. ...is Bonito not back yet?

Carcanore: Should I pay now? Umm... I wonder if I have one for this place.

Carcarnore pulled a pouch out of his bag— stuffed full to bulging with its contents.

Cutlery: What’s that?

Carcanore: Hold on a sec... got it!

The pouch had all kinds of discount coupons inside, and Carcarnore took one of them out.

Carcanore: I got this coupon half a year ago! The expiration date is... wow, just in the nick of time! It’s today, how lucky~♪

Cutlery: ...is this Bella Figure too?

Benetta: No...

Benetta: Carcanore is a fine person, and fundamentally Bello. However, I don’t think this frugal behavior is ideal...

Carcanore: I can’t help it. Even I don’t know why I do it— it’s just my nature, at this point. Or maybe a habit?

Carcanore: Also, can you cut it out with the “frugal behavior” jab? I just understand the value of money! Isn’t it smart to think like that?

Benetta: I’m not going to answer that.

Bonito: Sorry for the wait! The shoes are in the car now.

Bonito finally returns. Instead of sitting down, though, he took a step back. For an instant, (Player Name) feels a chill run down their spine.

Marks: —nh!

*gunshot*

Benetta shot Bonito.

Cutlery: ...huh?

Notes:

*“Salvatore Gamoferra” is an altered version of “Salvatore Ferragamo”, a real (and also highly expensive) Italian brand.

#Senjuushi #千銃士 #Marks #Cutlery #Benetta #Carcanore #Translation

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enjomo-arch · 1 year ago

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@goldenfists , sett asked : fans and enthusiasts had gathered around, their cameras poised, capturing every moment in anticipation of the forthcoming action ⸻ all eyes were fixed on the two figures walking across a street after a workout session, sett himself and his devoted trainer, a dynamic duo ready to showcase their undying prowess. he observed the eager crowd, the growing clamour of cheers and camera clicks, and a smirk thus played upon his visage, a reflection of the confidence and determination that coursed through his very veins. the knowledge that they were being watched, their every move scrutinized and celebrated, was an exhilarating rush, a reminder of the impact they both had on those who followed their journey.

with a casual ease, he enveloped a limb around ace's shoulder, tugging him close in a gesture more than simple camaraderie. he leaned in then and placed a gentle kiss upon his cheek, chuckling against it when the sounds of gasp touched the entrance of his ears. ❝ that cheek is smooth… you gotta tell me what'cha do, freckles. ❞

as the two made their way home after one of ace's demanding gym workouts, a sense of excitement filled the air. him and sett were both popular figures in their own right, and their fans couldn't believe their luck in spotting them in the midst of their daily lives, just walking through the street together seemed like a way to spread gossip through the social media. many whispers and giggles came from the lively crowd surrounding them, people walking in their footsteps and exhibiting the excitement upon seeing not only their favorite singing star but the icon of fitness walking so close together.

a bag hanging freely over the shoulder, the strap tightly held in one hand as hazel irises scanned through the crowd. ace didn't mind it, it was a nice experience to be recognized on the street and the publicity also helped him maintain his gym. it was when sett started to come regularly to maintain his form, and ace became his support and friend during their work out journey. he could see how much his friend enjoyed the attention, photos and popularity.

when his arm wrapped so tightly around the ravenette's shoulder, pulling him close as the muscular bodies of the men clashed mid ways against each other, and then a warm breath tingling the tanned, freckled skin before he felt a lone kiss marking a spot. he caught the black, cowboy hat before it managed to slip off his head. ace couldn't help but muffle a chuckle within his lungs. only a rippling sensation of his voice passed through his vocal cords. surely, sett was doing it for the loud squeals coming from the crowd of fans following them, and it excited him. a wry smile, teeth bared in a playful smirk as ace wrapped his own arm around the broad shoulder of the heartsteel member.

❝ s' gonna be all wet if y'keep slobbering all over it. just some shavin' cream, boss. ❞ his words followed by a small wink. sett and ace were bold with their touch, relishing in the physical contact and not shying away from it. despite not being a thing, despite what everyone thought it was fun to make a scene, to make people talk. ❝ we gotta lose 'em though unless u wanna eat with thirty people around. ❞ his thumb silently pointed at a high, metal fence by which they passed.

#goldenfists #ii. hiken › in character .#ii. verse › modern I .#gym bro yaoi fr #ace suggesting illegal break out onto a property to lose a crowd ? more likely than u think hehe #god i love them bromance they're just so scrunkly joo #.queue

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ironicscavenger · 2 years ago

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YEAR IN REVIEW | 2022

I probably say this every year, but oh, how weird was this year. Looking back this time has been strange. You can really see the ups and downs throughout my posts. While 2022 left me with quite a few scars, I also achieved a lot. So, without further ado, let’s journey through what happened this year.

Note: like last year’s review, SNTM gets its own section.

The Highlight

I was not very consistent this year, but the most constant was the Emerson Legacy, even if that was about one post a month. I focused on them because they are my comfort story, a way to soothe myself. They are so close to my heart, and I really hope to continue their story. But I do believe it’s okay to take my time with it. They will come when they’re ready, and when I’m ready too.

My favorite post per Month

Well, then, these are my favorite post for each month. Just to clarify, however many notes they got does not influence the decision to include them. I was not very active except for SNTM, especially in the first half of the year. But slowly things get better.

January | This was a slow month. I did work on SNTM, and finished the makeovers. This month feels like a continuation of december last year, so it’s seems fitting (1 2 3 4). I did share a lot about my personal life, so most original posts are text. Wanna hear something funny? I posted the blind vote here, and closed the poll on November. Meaning I had the poll up for almost a year (lol).

February | If January wasn’t exciting, February takes the cake. Too many things happening all at once. I talked about it a lot and you guys listened. No original posts that month, but we did get trending a lot.

March | This was a rough month. Only 3 reblogs total. This was my lowest point. It’s odd to look back and think how badly I felt, and how everything seemed to be falling apart, in contrast to how good things are looking up now. It’s getting better, and I’m so glad.

April | Things were better in April. I was mostly using Tumblr as a distraction. But I worked on my comfort story, the Emerson Legacy. Slowly getting back to it.

May | May was a mixed bag. I continued working on the Emerson Legacy, and did a moodboard for it. But my favorite post was an edit of Saffron. I love making graphics like these, gotta get back to it. IRL, I started working on my thesis.

June | Small things, but nice things. I was channeling my energy into things I could control. I so wanted to make edits for pride, but all I got was a lousy icon. I did a couple more moodboards (1 2) and continued the Emerson Legacy.

July | Had another dip this month. I was overwhelmed with finals, so only two original posts. I tested some poses for Caroline (chef’s kiss as always) and made little graphics (if you can call them that) with the screens. Also, I started working on SNTM again.

August | I don’t know if I told you this guys, but I had a breakdown mid-exam. It was a real wake-up call. After that I started therapy, and even in the first session, things were so much better. On simblr, I got a new icon, and did some edits for an ask game (1 2). That was fun. Also, I was in full gears making SNTM.

September | I edited some outtakes, and that was all. I was really busy making SNTM, and got really close to finishing. Also, a funny thing happened while filming the show.

October | I continued the Emerson Legacy, and SNTM was back after months. I didn’t participate as much as I wanted for simblreen, but I had fun anyway. Also, October feels like a million years ago.

November | Only one Emerson Legacy post, and SNTM continued on a steady path. In real life, I finished the year’s internship, got an offer to continue doing summer work with one of my tutors, and finished my thesis (with an A, the highest grade possible). I still can’t quite believe it. What a month.

December | Not much happened. I was obnoxious about the Wold Cup (still can’t believe we’re champions 🇦🇷), and dedicated the rest of my time to prepare for the holiday special. SNTM kept going until the holiday hiatus. Things are going well.

SNTM

These are the statistics this year. We had a major hiatus from January, and returned on September. Since then, we’ve mostly gone uninterrupted. I am quite happy with it overall, especially considering I almost shut it down. But, at the end of the day, I love this show. Let’s hope we can continue it next year. As for my top pick, my favorite video of the year, the fight between Vivi and Iman, takes the trophy, for the sheer drama and potential.

Thank you!

Truly, I will remember this year forever. The truth is I’m proud of myself, and I have earned the right to say that. I worked a lot on myself, and can honestly say it was worth it. For 2023 I want to be kinder to myself, to allow me the moments to breath, grieve or rave, and to give myself the credit I’m due. I want to enjoy life, because it’s so short. And it is my sincere wish that you guys can do that too. I love you all.

Goodbye 2022!

Past Reviews: 2021 | 2020 | 2019 | 2017

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Tumblr’s Year in Review

#ts4 #sims #ts4 edit #simblr #holiday special 2022 #year in review #long post #goodbye 2022. it's been real

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itsallcomplicated · 1 year ago

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I wish my parents DID put me through therapy when I was 6.

TW: Mental health, Immigrant household, self harm, drugs, alcohol

I grew up in a Mexican Immigrant household where mental health was scorned upon and seen as a burden. I don't think my parents were even aware of the word "anxiety" until I was 16, and even when I was trying to explain to them just how anxious I was and how I was so afraid of it eating me up, they instead turned to me and accused me of being on drugs. Of course, we moved past this, but that's the problem at hand, we only moved past it. We didn't attempt to solve anything, or try to find me some healthy coping mechanisms, or even attempt to understand my triggers. Moving past it became my motto for the rest of my life, and I didn't even understand just how unhealthy that was.

I'm 22 now, and I'm trying my hardest to clean up a mess that I hadn't even realized had gotten so bad. I wouldn't say my anxiety is debilitating, but I would say it's kept me from trying so many times. I've learned some pretty rough habits when it comes to coping and communicating about my feelings, many of them being unhealthy and ultimately causing rifts in relationships around me. I know I'm at an age where everyone around me is starting to find their footing and their stride, and I feel like I'm just now learning to stand up. No one's journey is alike, but sometimes I wish mine could have been different. Sometimes, I really wish my parents had come from a place of understanding and concern when my first grade teacher told them that I had attention span problems, and I may suffer from ADD/ADHD. I wonder what would have happened if my parents allowed the schools therapist to just talk to me and allow me to find proper resources and counseling that could have ultimately helped me shape proper and healthier coping mechanisms than the ones I've learned on my own that often cause me more harm than good. Instead though, my parents ignored this and moved past what they thought was just a chatty child who couldn't stay quiet during reading time.

I wonder if by my parents letting this one situation happen, would I have any anxiety today? Most of my anxiety starts from the moment my attention drifts away from a task I meant and needed to do. From the moment that I actively start to think one hundred million different thoughts and start ten different tasks, I have started an absolutely terrifying journey of anxiety and dread that I just simply didn't want to partake in. I end up putting so many things off, that I'll end up turning around and realizing that I have so much to do now and so little time.

You see, it's really easy to just write it off to personality and even the goddamn zodiac. "She's such a taurus!" Yeah sure, tauruses are lazy and we love food, but there is no reason I should be laying in bed on a Tuesday eating an entire bag of Puffs. Tiktok has made it so easy to excuse the ill behaviors and negative coping mechanisms I have, I can write it off as a "rot" day, or as a "self care" day, but how many self care days can I have before I have to admit that I'm just procrastinating and disassociating before my brain catches up to me and realizes how behind we are and now I have to be anxious for the next week? I gotta uninstall Tiktok, it really just fortifies my intentions of staying in bed, especially when I start doom scrolling. I'm aware now, obviously, that these behaviors and my lack of self discipline in exchange make things difficult for me. I've become too comfortable staying comfortable, and doing absolutely nothing with my time. I've started becoming hyperaware of the fact that I am incredibly lazy and all too okay with people taking care of me. But I've had enough of myself being a loser (I have to be mean to myself here guys, it's only because I KNOW I can do better) and allow myself to just try for once in a really long time. I can always make up an excuse to explain my behavior, or to defend my right to staying in my bed all day and call it an act of self care. But at the end of the day, I have got to be honest with myself and understand that this constant excusing and defending my behavior will ultimately lead me down the horrible rabbithole of anxiety and self deprecation. Being lazy is my version of giving up. I'm really tired of myself being so uninspired. Kim Kardashian was so right, I do need to get my ass up and work. (pls that was just a joke)

It's easy to give up, because giving up means that I didn't have to fail due to other circumstances, I failed because I didn't even want to try. It was my choice to fail, and I could live with that. I liked this control. But we'll unpack my need for control some other time, because that's become a prevalent issue in my life.

Therapy could absolutely help me find healthier coping mechanisms and just help me function. But I'm terrified of therapy. I wish that going to therapy wasn't as scary as my parents have positioned it to be in my head, but I'm terrified to make the decision to go in and speak to someone. I think it's the thought of someone else having to realize that I've gravely set my own self behind, and I didn't even realize it. I always feel like it's too late to try again, but that's a lie. I have a whole life ahead of me, I just need to learn the proper tools to take care of myself and actually hit the ground running with the anticipation of continuing to try. I know I'll thank myself when I finally make the decision.

I tried therapy only once in my adulthood, and it was actually the worst experience ever. I went more as an act of rebellion and to prove to my parents that therapy could be beneficial. On my first and only meeting with my therapist, I filled a questionnaire out. It was questions like "Do you experience thoughts of self harm? Have you smoked marijuana? Do you drink alcohol?", and to be quite honest with you at that point in my life, I was answering with a whole lot of yes's. I was 20, first time on my own, living in a shared apartment with easy access to both weed and alcohol. I didn't know what discipline was, so yes, taking advantage of both substances was going to be my go to. I was also going through the most ridiculous breakup of my life, but that deserves it's own post. Also the pandemic. Everyone was having a hard time. Anyways, the questionnaire evidently now led my therapist to believe I was undergoing a horrible manic episode and I was showing signs of mania. I was horrified and she further frightened me by telling me I may have schizophrenia. I never went back after that session, because truly that just boggled my mind and I just thought she was going to tell me I was depressed or anxious. So I moved past it, and didn't ever look back at therapy. I regret letting that first session warp my feelings towards therapy, because I seriously needed the help then. I need the help now, but omg that girl in 2021 needed it way more. After three months of dealing with an atrocious breakup while living with my ex and also meeting a really confusing situationship, and becoming an alcoholic, I created really bad habits and coping mechanisms. I'm unlearning them everyday, and everyday I know I heal more and more from the bullshit I've caused. Therapy can still be a resource I can reach out to, and I know I'll work up the courage one day, but I'm just happy to say that I want to try.

REMINDER: This is just a vent post. My entire blog is literally just my journal to express myself, otherwise I think I will explode. Peace, love, gossip girl xoxo 💋

#mental health #trying #self care #self improvement

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stenka-razin · 2 years ago

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The Star Trek Generations Review I Posted on Letterboxd Earlier

Cuz I know y’all like Star Trek!

Yeah it’s not very good. I think most of the TNG flicks are a mixed bag at best and while this isn’t the worst, it’s a mess and really rough at times. I would, however, be remiss if I didn’t point out the nuggets of good ideas mixed in here, and I think the best is Picard’s arc. Picard is confronted with a traumatic event in his Brother and Nephew dying off screen, leaving him the last of the Picards. I think his knee-jerk to immediately regretting not raising a family of his own is a little abrupt given his reputation for hating all children, but it is sensible in the face of a great tragedy. And once within the Nexus he’s tempted with his own zoo of kids. It’s what he wants at that moment. And the resolution is a wise choice. Picard doesn’t end the film with any sort of child, surrogate or otherwise, but just a renewed appreciation of his life and decisions. You will always have regrets, so it’s important to treasure the decisions you’ve made. Yes, it isn’t the most revolutionary statement, even within Star Trek which already has many movies about getting old, but it is effective.

The same motif is played with Kirk. And it’s much worse. Kirk seems to regret his whole life as a Starfleet Officer, in the Nexus living out the moment he told his lover he would reenlist in Starfleet, effectively dooming that relationship and setting him on the course to all the adventures we know and love. Only this time he stays with her, casting Starfleet to the side. Star Trek? Fuck that! It’s a character decision that not only clashes with how Kirk had been developed over the last 4.5 films, it doesn’t even develop naturally within Generations. Kirk’s whole journey starts because he finds out Sulu managed to raise a family*. But we know that it was never an either or decision because Sulu was in all those movies doing the Starfleet thing! Hell, in the opening sequence we even see Kirk still striving to get into the action of the Captain’s seat. This is not a character that comes off as regretting being a Starfleet Captain. And to make matters worse, the woman he gives it all up for is literally never mentioned before the final act of this film. If you’re going to make one of the iconic heroes of screen give up everything that makes him heroic, you should let the audience understand what he’s doing so for. Hell, if they didn’t want to spend time developing another character, they could have referenced someone from a previous episode or movie, like Carol Marcus, since this movie expects you to have seen every previous Star Trek anyway.

That last sentence is really what pushes this movie from an eh Star Trek film to a bad one. So many TNG plots are tied off in this. On one hand, yeah it is rewarding for fans. Just because it’s going to the cinema for general audiences doesn’t mean they need to abandon plotlines the Trekkies have been following for seven years. But they take so many of these and while they try to recap the broad details for anyone who missed an episode or just plain forgot about them, it diminishes the impact everything has. All the references to El-Aurians and the Borg feel simultaneously integral to this plot and not nearly developed enough for us to really connect with the Sorin character. Same with the references to Picard’s family. But all the other stuff? Save it for other movies! Like the Duras sisters didn’t really need to be here, and they barely even remind you what their agenda is beyond “Klingon nonsense.” The Emotion Chip? Yeah, doesn’t connect to the main plot at all. You gotta have Riker because he’s main cast, but he has nothing to do here. I’m shocked Q didn’t stop by just to say Hi.

All of this complicates a plot that barely has legs anyway. The basic premise, guy is obsessed with getting back to the Nexus to get away from his tortured ending existance, is reasonable enough as a plot. Him kidnapping Geordi and probing him for information about Trilithium? Absolutely pointless. Sorin already knows how Trilithium works and he has no reason to assume he can use his VISOR to spy on the Enterprise. Then they get into a needlessly confusing prisoner exchange scene and patience is tested. About getting into the Nexus. I’ll buy that yes he has a missile that can shoot into the sun in 11 seconds and that for some reason he can’t fly into the Nexus but can stand on a planet being annihilated by it because reasons. It’s at least addressed. Sorin’s method of moving the Nexus ribbon by destroying stars fucking with Gravity. They could dwell on the ramifications a little more but it’s a cool concept. Here’s what’s dumb though: If they don’t stop Sorin they get sucked into the Nexus. And that happens. The nature of the Nexus is it is a place without time, so you can exit it at any point. Even ignoring the stupid idea to pop out just seconds earlier instead of days where they could have saved more lives. The issue I have here is that, there is no tension. You fail to stop him? You go to the Nexus. Where you can leave whenever. So you can try to stop him again. And if you fail that time? You go to the Nexus, leave, try again. And on and on. They would have infinite chances to stop him so… who cares? Picard and Kirk literally cannot lose….

So there you have it. It’s stupid mess of a movie that tries 9 million things and only kind of succeeds at one. If it weren’t for Nemesis existing it would easily be the worst TNG flick. I’ll still take its attempts at life philosophy over anything in the Abrams films, but it’s just not a good successor for either TNG the show, or the Star Trek films. And it absolutely does not work as a stand alone film.

*I like that Kirk says it wouldn’t be the Enterprise without a Sulu at the helm, when literally the previous movie Sulu is captain of a whole different ship. Which yeah that’s another thing. Sulu raised a family AND became captain. He didn’t have to give up shit! BAD PREMISE.

P.S. Yeah it’s very obvious from the dialogue that Chekov and Scottie were supposed to be Spock and McCoy. Would have been a great character moment if Kirk was reminiscing about Spock and Picard was like, oh yeah, one time I was sent to arrest him. Great friends with his dad, though!

P.P.S. Oh yeah, Shatner and Stewart have no chemistry. No threat to the Spirk shippers here. They’re literally riding horse in the most romantic setting on Earth, with Kirk preparing a homemade breakfast and everything.

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siriwesen · 1 year ago

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image ID: screenshot of a tag by tumblruser perfectlyzombiemuffins, added to the post saying "Siri this is a god take do you have more thoughts that you would like to share"

@perfectlyzombiedmuffins

why would you challenge me like this??? I HAVE LIKE? so many ethersea thoughts but to elaborate on this one: I think narratively speaking, i havent listened to "the stolen century" arc in a while, but I think it would be so beautiful and yet ironic and perfect if Devo became John Hunger in his quest to open the portal to save Amber + Kill God. Like hear me out. Devo is.. so angry. He is full of trauma and anger and the anger is what fuels him and what keeps him going. By the end of ethersea he chooses to become the Voice of Hope. The person people look to when they despair. And Devo has a goal and ambitions! But also anger is fucking exhausting! Like - no one ever tells you how exhausting it is to be angry all the time! And Being so driven, being so desperate in a world that is hostile to your existence and the people you love, being driven to connect to other worlds, fucking up timelines in the process, who knows if Devo truly achieves his goals. Who is to say that by the time he achieves them he is not a totally changed man? One that may not even be fully in control of his powers/magic/apperature? To get as powerful as John Hunger is with his world consuming ... essence, you gotta have ambitions to get started. You need anger, and love, and hope, and so many many many emotions. No one EVER starts a project because they don't care about it. No one ever stays on a thing when they stop caring. But when you're too deep in your personal little cycle of hell, of your own making, allowing yourself to take a step back and acknowledge you wasted your time, energy, ressources... it shatters you. Better just keep going with whatever is left of your original plans. Abandoning them, even if they have become a mockery of your original intent, would mean to admit defeat? Idk where I'm exactly going with this. But I love stories that lead a character to the opposite or very far away from their original starting point. Especially in terms of morals and view on the world. I mean, i could also nominate Toliver, but Toliver is already KINDA??? cynical and wants to see the World burn, so Devo is just a more beautiful and terrible journey. Also the rafts/black goo/ black rain in the Finale of Ethersea, when Devo walks up the stairs to Orlean, this really feels like vaguely hunger adjacent. The imagery just made me think of the hunger and I wonder if there is some sort of connection to whatever Orlean was building and causing with those portal rifts and whatever made the hunger become what it would become eventually in Balance! Also we have in the early beginnings.. the infinite clam arc - the crew hunts down some fucking weird magic anomaly bright light thingie???? That is never really further explained except that it creates infinite spaces apparently (?) > Trash hole and ambers bag of holding.

And it's never explained really what the fuck it is or where it came from or why Orlean was even studying it and I think about it every fucking day.

If Steeplechase is connected to Balance

And balance is connected to Graduation

Dust being connected to Amnesty

Then Ethersea origin of John Hunger?

#ethersea #look its not perfect im probably missing something #BUT just narratively speaking.. having a character like devo become someone like john hunger... in my brain it just WORKS it fucking WORKS!#balance

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jazzmynerule · 3 years ago

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“You’re so fucking selfish”

Prompt: y/n is madly in love with stiles and it’s honestly getting exhausting having to sit down with him and the conversation always being ‘Lydia looks so pretty today’ ‘I love Lydia’ y/n ends up almost telling him she likes him and everything goes downhill

Warnings: swearing

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“Allison I honestly don’t know” I flung myself onto her bed whining like a kid “y/n you need to get up and tell him like right now” she said grabbing my arm and pulling me up “right now? Like at this very moment?” I asked “yes right now go y/n if you don’t tell him now you never know when you will be able to remember you’re moving to New York in a couple weeks” she stated pushing me out of her house and towards my car “Allison I don’t think I can do this” I started panicking “baby yes you can you’ve got this!” She smiled pushing me in the car closing the door “I’ve got this” I sighed starting my car up and heading towards the stilinksi household

I parked just outside his house and made my way up to his door knocking on it “stiles open up its cold out here!” I yelled knowing he can hear me “coming!” He yelled back obviously tripping down the stairs on his way “hi” he smiled quite an awkward one “hey I came to talk to you about something” I scratched the back of my neck kinda embarrassed of what I’m about to say “could it be quick I’ve kinda gotta do something” he fidgeted with his thumbs “yeah sure” I laughed nervously “uhm so stiles I’ve been thinking for a bit and I kinda li-” just as I was saying it a half naked Lydia comes walking down the stairs and my heart instantly dropped down to my toes “oh hey y/n” Lydia smiled as she hugged stiles from behind “hey lyd” I smiled holding back tears “what was it that you were saying y/n?” He asked “oh nothing don’t even worry about it stiles it’s kinda stupid anyways” I softly cried looking at them holding each other like how I pictured me and him hugging “hey what’s wrong” he let Lydia go and came to my side as I started heaving for air like my lungs have collapsed “nothing I’ve gotta go” I tried to leave but he wouldn’t let me “y/n please what’s wrong” he begged me to tell him but I was too focused on the fact that my heart has been shattered “please stiles just let me go” I pushed him getting out of the door and running to my car dialling Allison’s number “hey! How did it go?” She chirped through the phone obviously waiting for me to tell her good news “i was too late Allison Lydia has him now” I cried “oh y/n/n, come back to mine dads made chocolate pudding we can sit in my room and talk about how much of a hunk Johnny Depp is” she said as I silently agreed and hung up “you’re such an idiot y/n” I whispered knowing damn well this was gonna happen

I moved from beacon hills to New York a week after the whole incident happened and that was what? 2 years ago, I’m going back to beacon hills bc I miss my friends and I need to see stiles and talk to him

I got off the plane and headed out of gate 4 towards the car park to find Allison’s car, slowly but surely I found her and sprinted towards her with two suitcases and a duffle bag hanging off me “y/n you sexy bitch” Allison screamed getting out of the car and running my way “I missed you so much” I said mid sob dropping my luggage and jumping on her “I missed you more” she giggled snuggling her head into my neck sniffling back her own sobs “c’mon you’ve got so many more people to see” she smiled a half smile “yeah I know” I smiled back grabbing my things and packing them away in her trunk “let’s go!” I yelled jumping into the car as we started our journey back to hers

“Hey I thought we were going to yours?” I questioned watching her pull into a very familiar drive way “nope everybody is at Scott’s so I’ve brought you here” she said hopping out of the car making her way inside “everybody including the one I’m dreading to see” I sighed following her inside “we are in here Allison” Scott yelled from the living room “coming” she yelled back as she grabbed my hand making sure I know I’m safe “ guess who’s home” she smiled bringing me into the room as everybody stopped talking and stared at me “y/n?” Scott excitedly yelled jumping up and swinging me around in his arms “hi Scottie” I giggled ruffling his hair “who are they?” I asked pointing at three new faces “that’s Malia she’s a werecoyote that’s Isaac he’s a werewolf and that’s Kira she’s my girlfriend” Scott smiled as they all smiled and waved “girlfriend?! Wait so you and her aren’t together anymore?! And you didn’t tell me?!” I screamed pointing at the both of them as they both hesitantly nodded their heads “what the fuck kind of friends are you” I sarcastically scoffed as they both laughed “hey y/n” Lydia smiled getting up and hugging me “hi” i softly said hugging her back “good to have you back” she smiled sitting back down in her seat next to Malia “you should probably go talk to stiles he’s a bit pissed you didn’t say goodbye to him” Scott whispered seeing stiles death stare me, he’s whole appearance has changed so much, he didn’t have that famous buzzcut anymore his hair was puffy and soft, he has a couple more freckles on his face and his body isn’t as skinny as it used to be he’s gained quite a lot of muscle, if my heart wasn’t racing enough it’s definitely picked up in speed “stiles come with me for a minute please” I said walking towards the kitchen as I heard him follow me “before you start speaking how could you y/n honestly after everything we’ve been through you decided that not saying goodbye to me before you left my life for two years was a good idea? You’re so fucking selfish” he scoffed “firstly I was mad at you okay and secondly you were always too busy thinking about getting in Lydia’s pants to even listen to me anyways so I don’t know why you’re so mad when In fact I should be mad no I am mad I’m so unbelievably pissed at you stiles�� I yelled back poking his chest “oh yeah? Why huh?” He said sitting on the bar stool “because I fell in love with you and that day I came over to yours and found you with Lydia I was going to tell you I was so fucking excited to finally tell the boy I’ve loved for 8 years that I love him but instead I walked away with my broken heart in my fucking hands stiles you broke my heart without even realising because you were in love with her and not me” I sighed letting the tears I’ve built up fall down my cheeks as I stared at stiles’ shocked face “you broke my heart stiles” I cried sitting on the floor with my head on my knees “hey hey listen to me, yes I did love Lydia and I’m sorry okay but when you left me standing at the door while you walked back to your car crying made me wanna throw Lydia off me and swoop you in my arms and never let go, y/n I loved Lydia but I loved you more I still love you okay and I don’t think I’ll ever stop” he lifting my head up so I can look him in the eyes “but what about Lydia?” I asked sniffling back another sob “it didn’t work out I was hung up on you and she was hung up on Jackson” he smiled kissing my forehead “you should’ve just told me that day y/n because right when you left I ended it with Lydia” he sighed pushing the loose strands of hair out of my face “you’re an idiot” I breathed out “I know” he chuckled kissing my forehead “we should probably head back” i began standing up grabbing a hold of stiles’ arm and we made out way back into the living room with everybody “finally now we don’t have to watch you both torture yourselves any longer” scott rolled his eyes as i walked over and smacked his head “shut up” i scoffed taking a seat next to stiles on the couch

#stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine

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genshin-impact-fics · 3 years ago

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Streamer!Genshin Reacting to Character!(Y/N) Dying in Game

!Warning!: Major character deaths & angst

Characters: Diluc, Venti, Childe, & Zhongli

Diluc:

It was a race to get inside one of the bases of the Abyss Order to put a stop to whatever plans they were in the process of executing that could potentially put many lives in danger. Diluc was rather calm while playing though it would be a lie to say that it wasn’t a bit annoying that the route to the domain was timed

It was once inside the domain did things pick up fast as it seemed to be a fighting wave system which after beating the first two rooms there was a short scene where in the end Lisa and Amber stayed behind to hold off the incoming enemies so the rest of the group could go further. It seemed like forever doing some of the puzzles to unlock the doors to reach the next fight

In that fourth room after the defeat of hilichurls and abyss mages did suddenly a short cut scene appear to show the appearance of an Abyss Lector. As remembering how much he hated fighting this guy in the spiral abyss he already knew what he was in for; however that was until your character stepped forward with your weapon ready. Diluc was actually sad to have to leave you behind as he was hoping that you’d be one of the characters that went with him to the very end

“I think I’ve watched enough shows and movies to know what this could be leading up to.” He’d comment to his viewers as he finally reached the destination where the Abyss Herald was. Finishing the fight triggered another cutscene as the traveler’s sibling appeared and was making their small speech, asking if the lives of the “friends” the traveler made were worth losing

Diluc is watching with a straight face as he kinda expected this but the who was what he wasn’t sure about and truthfully the only one he’d be truly heartbroken about is your death, but they wouldn’t kill you now of all times right? Wrong; soon the cutscene finally came across where they had left you and you were leaning against the wall extremely injured with your weapon laying beside you. Diluc is frowning cuz he has to watch you die now

Listening to your final words as you spoke to no one Diluc would sulk in his chair a little. In the last moment before your eyes closed, if you mentioned something about not getting to tell his character your true feelings it is visible that Diluc looks like he wants to cry(but he doesn't). Once the screen showed the mission complete he’d grab the plush he had of your character and hold it looking at his camera. “Of all the characters I thought were going to die, I wasn’t ready for it to be (y/n).” At that point he’d probably call it a day from there but he’d still talk to his viewers as he probably would watch the tribute videos that fans had already made

Venti:

Everything was in chaos as it looked like archon war 2 was going to be taking place, but this time it was a war between the Abyss Order and the Archons. He was heading to Mondstadt to help and to check on you. Dvalin was flying around sending attacks at the abyss members. “Ah traveler there you are!” The sound of your voice as you landed before him; as weird as it was to see you in your archon robes was odd but you looked so good! After a short conversation you had gone flying off and it was time to get back to fighting

Things were looking good as it seemed like they were winning against the abyss order though it wasn’t over yet. It was until up in the air did a cutscene starting showing you and the traveler’s sibling fighting going at it. Venti is so captivated by how serious and cool you look fighting, but it all changed when the sibling landed a blow that caused you to fall from the sky ending up falling into the Whispering Woods

Venti couldn’t run fast enough to get to the woods to check up on you but when he did the first thing he saw was the sibling standing before you. He’s already sad and yelling at the sibling for hurting you though it seemed that now he was there the sibling went and disappeared revealing the real condition you were in. “No, no, no! This better not mean (y/n)’s dying.” He’d say in denial as he’s already starting to cry a little

“A-Ah Windblume h-haha… Sorry you have to see me like this.” Even in a moment like this you gave him such a cheesy grin until you seemed to grimace in pain. “Unfortunately it seems like… This is it for me. As long as the winds blow I will always be with you, so please watch over Mondstadt for me.” Your words were making Venti cry as it was like back in your story quest but only ten times worse. And to think it was already painful as it was your next words that did him in. “Maybe in another life we will find each other again and maybe then we can be together.”

Watching you start to glow until you turned into partials of light till nothing of you was left, Venti is devastated. The chat is crying with him as he’s saying how awful it was that his sibling had killed the love of his life! His viewers are going to send him fanart and fics to look at that was an alternative that you lived in the game

Childe:

It was a big fight with the confrontation of the Fatui Harbingers, facing off against one of the other stronger members that blocked the path to proceed to seeing the Tsaritsa. The boss’ first stage was fine; however during the second stage it seemed after losing a certain amount of health the damage that Childe was dealing significantly decreased.

It was when the cutscene started that Childe was already dreading the foul legacy form he’d be facing this time. You suddenly came out of nowhere and already in your foul legacy form yourself Childe is going crazy over how cool you look; he’s also swooning at the fact that you’ve come to his rescue. The fighting progressed until you landed a successful hit that weakened the other harbinger; however, at that same time the other harbinger managed to hit you with a powerful attack

Childe is screaming at the sight of your mask breaking while you fell to the ground. He’s so glad that his character is running over to check on you instead of the fight picking right up, but he’s already feeling the feels hit him hard cuz he hates seeing you hurt. Seeing you back to normal, the damage you sustained was really bad; then the worst thought came to his mind. “This-This better not be what I think it is,” he’s saying not looking away from the screen listening to you weakly talk

“Haha don’t give me that look sweetie, I couldn’t just let this be where your journey ends.” Hearing those words and the nickname you used for his character was sad. “To think we’d be able to travel together more, but hey… Promise you won’t stop fighting and could you look after my siblings for me.” Childe is literally crying now that the reality of the situation is clear. If he gets a choice of dialog to choose from he is going to pick the choice that says that he pinky promises

If your character smiled at the choice he wanted to smile but he’s also just sad, you were dying in his character's arms. If you had given a small love confession in the little bit of life that was in you, he’s going to ugly sob and once the fight was starting again he needs to pause by going into his bag

Immediately he goes getting his big plush of you and coming back to hug it and cleaning his tears with his sleeve before looking at the camera. “I wasn’t ready for this, my baby!” He was not expecting to be losing you; he figured that some characters would possibly die but you were the last character he thought would be killed off in the game. There’s Fs in the chat all around and the crying emote; it’s sad boi hours in this chili’s. He doesn't wanna do the fight but also he gotta avenge you so this last stage fight was for you. Afterwards he’s gonna go look at fanart and video edits

Zhongli:

After helping some of the other nations and their archon’s fend off the abyss order it was time he headed to Liyue to find you. Of course as usual it wasn’t going to be as easy as running around the harbor until he got word from Xiao that you were in Cuijue Slope. So he headed over to help you before anything seriously bad could happen to you

Getting to the open area there you were fighting against the sibling as you were even in your archon robes. Going in and interrupting the fight his sibling clearly looked annoyed and proceeded to try to get him to side with them which of course he didn’t. A Herald appeared to allow the sibling to get away which the fight with the Herald commenced

Just when Zhongli finished up the fight thinking he had won it strangely went to a cutscene as his character and you started to talk; however it was when the fallen Herald came out of nowhere about to attack his character but must to his surprise you shielded him not only taking the hit, but also using your elemental burst to finish off the enemy. Zhongli is frowning at how badly you were hurt as he already has a bad feeling this wasn’t going to end good; the traveler was helping you sit up after having fallen over

“I’m glad to see that you aren’t hurt my friend.” You said as you certainly have seen better days. “Sadly I believe my time has come… Do not be sad dear friend, I have lived many many years… As knowing you has been life changing. Though rocks change from erosion, know that no time will change how I felt about you.” Your words broke his heart as you had such a soft expression on your face as your body began to glow and before he knew it you turned into particles of light and disappeared. He probably wouldn’t cry at most maybe a tear but he is clearly upset about your passing in game and would take a break to talk to his viewers and maybe look at the fanart that surprisingly had been put out already

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