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architect-of-the-last-act · 3 months ago

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Jeremy Von Neuschwanstein and Shuli Von Neuschwanstein || On the quiet, all-consuming loves that toe between companionship and romance, grief and simple happiness, with the tragedy hanging over their heads and the need to be better, and thus shouldn't be acted upon.

Illustrations from A Stepmother's Marchen / Hedgehog's Dilemma, Wikipedia / Waiting Room by Phoebie Bridgers / A Poem From The Adult Daughter To The Narcissistic Mother by Katherine Fabrizio / People Will Say We're In Love, Oklahoma! / Twilight by Stephanie Meyer / tumblr post by starpeace / The Cart by Mary Reufle / Haiku [for you] by Sonia Sanchez / Close to You by niki / Spend Some Time by Eminem / Every Day by David Levithan / Unknown / In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive by Clementine Von Radics / Anchorite (Love You Very Much) by Car Seat Headrest / Unknown / Biotherm (for Bill Berkson) by Frank O' Hara / New and Selected Poems Volume 1 by Mary Oliver / tumblr post by chateauofmymind / Unknown / Kate McGahan / Waiting by Caitlyn Siehl / P.S. I Still Love You by Jenny Han / Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs / tumblr post by poetrylovesongs, / The Best of Me by Nicholas Sparks / song for a lover (of long ago) by Bon Iver / please don't forget me and all the things that we did by Isaac Love / The Sea, the Sea by Iris Murdoch / The Winner's Kiss, Marie Rutkoski / In another universe by Dana Lee / The Crucible: A Play in Four Acts by Arthur Miller / Two Slow Dancers by Mitski / Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You by Gaby Dunn / Next Time by Team StarKid / Jonathan Carroll / The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives / Pyrrhic Victory, Wikipedia / Raushan Ranjan / All My Pretty Ones by Anne Sexton / Your Best American Girl by Mitski / twitter post by fran (galacticidiots) / War of the Foxes by Richard Siken / Crush by Richard Siken / The Garden of Eden by Ernest Hemingway / twitter post by mountain. (sainticide) / The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath by Sylvia Plath / Crescendo by Becca Fitzpatrick / SANDARAFREEDOMPARK / Unknown / Unsent Project / twitter post by aiman (dumbsoftheart) / there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying by p.d / Unknown / Someone New by Hozier / Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays by Christa Wolf / A Self-Portrait in Letters by Anne Sexton / Unknown / “I get so jealous of euthanized dogs” by June Gehringer / Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

#a stepmother's marchen #asm #the fantasie of a stepmother #jershu #<— ik they're a rarepair #BUT i love their dynamic okay #their circumstances make them an ill-fitted couple but they do genuinely care for each other in such a head-in-hands way #wholeheartedly believe that in another life (had they not been stuck in the situation they are now) they would've gotten together :)#jeremy von neuschwanstein #shuli von neuschwanstein #words words words #web weave #could have DEFINITELY fit more but im so tired

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kyoukamybeloved · 1 year ago

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"If i say something touching now, maybe a miracle will happen and Chuuya will go back to normal?"

"Come back to me, Chuuya."

more skk web weaves: 1, 2, 3, 4

In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “I swear, next time I’ll see you I’ll be funny” - Clementine Von Radics// art by @/xymeiyouqian on twitter// Anecdote of the Pig - Tory Adkisson//art by @damianito// bluets - Maggie Nelson// Fourth of July - Sujfan Stevens// left alone - Fiona Apple// a self-portrait in letters - Anne Sexton// art by @/1110yu_ku_si on twitter// Cape Verdean blues - Shauna Barbosa// art by @zaerxa// deathless - Catherynne M. Valente// ivy - Taylor Swift// true blue - boygenius// never let me go - Florence+the machine// the Great War - Taylor Swift// art by @liyv// The Erl-King - Angela Carter// fingertips - Fortesa Latifi// you had me at hello - Mhairi McFarlane// art by @damianito// Trista Mateer// a burning hill - Mitski// new year's day - Taylor Swift// art by @pleucas// a barbie dream house but all the dolls are kitchen knives - Cassandra de Alba// my tears ricochet - Taylor Swift// the perfect pair - beabadoobee// art by @ezariumi// the accident has occurred - Margaret Atwood// the archer - Taylor Swift// little weirds - Jenny Slate// art by @pleucas// Sue Zhao// art by @seukorei// what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo// everybody does - Julien Baker// work song - Hozier//

tagging moots and others users who liked my other web weaves :)

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i-smoke-chapstick · 9 months ago

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‘WILDFLOWER AND BARLEY,

-GOTHAM!EDWARD NYGMA X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Sometimes you don’t think you deserve him….other times, you think it’s for the best that you stay.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!riddler x female reader. SMUT AND ANGST!! reader is toxic, but eddie is too, so its ok. eddy being vanilla but also strangely dominant. guys this fic is FILTHY. also,, part 3 to gotham characters eating you out. takes place with like season 2 eddy, post kringle. Did i write a fic inspired by a Hozier song that isn’t even released yet? yes. readers taking advantage of eddy. but also, eddy is more than willing to give. kind of a character study. im so sorry if i made reader too mean ive had this idea for a week😭

fic requested by @clementine-writes-things <3

♫ “My coffee black in my bed at 3 / You’re too sweet for me. You’re too sweet for me.” Wildflower and Barley by Hozier

You’d fucked up, majorly.

God, what were you thinking?

Edward Nygma, the quirky forensics guy. The loon, as your fellow officers eloquently put it. And you didn’t necessarily disagree. He was certainly a peculiar fellow. He had always a thing for…what was her name? Kristen Kringle. That was it. You’d been working with him for years, watching him moon after her. You could…understand the appeal, you guessed. She had a sexy sixties librarian type of thing going for her. She kept to herself. Maybe you should’ve done the same. She’d dissapeared a few weeks ago.

You somehow landed yourself in the bed of Edward Nygma. You’d been hooking up…For the past two weeks in a row. No judgement, yeah?

It started as a joke. You and the other officers, chatting with beers and obnoxious comments towards the other tools in the GCPD. Jim Gordon…Harvey Bullock. The way the men couldn’t seem to keep their mouthes shut, especially Jim.

Well, you’d gotten plenty tipsy, staying after work. You pummled those beers back like it was your last night alive. And hell, living in gotham? As an officer? It very well could be.

They were all drunk and laughing out of their minds. Anything anyone said seemed overly funny. Especially when one of your fellow cops brought up the name, “Nygma” like the name was it’s own disease.

“You think Y/N could sleep with him?”

“Yeah, Y/N, go fuck the loon. I wonder what it’s like.”

“You think he says riddles when hes cumming?”

“Whats long, hard, and has ‘cum’ in the middle?”

The numerous voices of your “friends” rung out, and in the moment, drunk out if your mind, you too thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

“I could do it.” You affirmed, alcohol giving you the liquid courage you wouldn’t typically have. After the “oooooo”ing from some of your coworkers, you decided, fuck it. Edward was tall, had nice cheekbones, and was smart. You could do worse than a one night stand.

So you confidently marched into that forensics room, high on the dare the other cops had given you.

You found him, looking into one of the forensics mirrors. He was muttering to himself and you snorted. Weirdo. Oh well.

He pushed up his glasses when you two made eye contact. He was sweating, for some reason, in that lanky labcoat and rubber-gloved hands. He stood up straight and went rigid when he saw you.

“Ms. L/N-“ He was about to question, when you rammed your lips onto his. You remember it like yesterday- how hesitant he was. The way he parted for air, breathing wildly at you. He kept trying to ask questions the whole time you were eagerly undressing him. But he didn’t seem to mind your fowardness.

Well, just your luck, that one night stand was the best fuck of your life. The way his cock fitted perfectly into your body, like it was made for your cunt alone. You two fucked on the forensics cabinets, your coworkers in the next room over, and it was exhilarating. Especially when the usually reserved Ed got unusually rough, pulling your hair and smacking your ass just right.

By the time you two were done…you were fucked out of your mind. Pleasantly surprised.

Since then, you hadn’t been able to get away. You told the cops it was vanilla, and reveled in their dismay. But…you came back for seconds. And then thirds. And then fourths. And then you couldn’t remember the last time you woke up in your own bed.

And just as if you were Kristen…he started following you. Your coworkers snickered. You’d see homemade cupcakes left on your desk. You’d catch him staring at you from the other side of the precint. You writhed under his gaze. For a man with not much expirence, he was obnoxiously good at sex. And he was even more obnoxiously good at not understanding the meaning of coworkers with benefits, and not a relationship.

But…mornings like these? You can’t complain.

Taking yourself back to the present, you awoke in his bed. The sunlight of the open windows bled through your eyelids, and you felt yourself smack your lips. You blinked yourself awake, same as you always did. You shifted underneath the covers, which had been neatly adjusted over you. It was infuriatingly comfortable. You let a yawn escape your lips.

“Ah, good! You’re awake!” You heard his voice chime, far off in the kitchen. You looked up, seeing his tall frame. He stared at you adoringly, and you felt your heart pang.

He carried a tray of coffee and breakfast. You sat up. It was the usual morning routine. He made the most exquisite breakfasts for you.

“A necessity to some, a treasure to many. I’m best enjoyed among pleasant company. Some like me hot, some like me cold. Some prefer me mild, others prefer me bold. What am I?” He spoke the riddle quickly.

You blinked at him, tired. You shrugged nonchalantly.

He made his way over to you, swiftly and delicatley placing the tray in your lap.

“Coffee.” He looked a bit dissapointed at your lack of answer, but brightened back up instantly. “Almost black, not quite. 1 Sugar. No cream. Just how you like it.” He noted, and it was in this moment, you felt the weight of your actions. He’d memorized everything about you. Whatever records you liked, he’d play softly. He’d learned your favorite flavor cupcake, and how you took your coffee. Gods, he’d even bought the brand of toothpaste you had at your house, so it was familiar brushing your teeth in the morning.

You squinted, adjusting yourself to the sunlight of the room. Golden. You felt the weight of the tray, and met his gaze. God, it was intense. The way his big, puppy dog like eyes harrowed in on you. Like you were the world.

He was practically wagging his tail, watching you take a slow sip of coffee. He wanted praise, as though perfected it, finally.

He was too sweet for you. You didn’t deserve any of this. But selfishly…you couldn’t resist.

You gave him a small nod in approval, letting the liquid glide down your throat. Damn it, The coffee was perfect.

He positioned himself next to you on the bed, sitting, legs crossed. He looked at you almost creepily, eyes never leaving as you finished your breakfast and coffee. You didn’t say a word to him, but you did listen to him ramble quite a bit. Every now and then he’d ask a casual question, and you’d stay silent, or give him a one worded answer. You’d see his smile falter, but he’d continue.

When you were done, he’d grab the tray from your hands. You let him do the work for you. You liked his bed. He came back, eyes big and bright. He sat once more, looking at you expectantly. You furrowed your brows.

“…What?”

He shrugged, giving a slightly nervous, manic giggle. You cringed a bit, but faltered when you felt his fingertips glide across your thigh.

Oh. Thats what.

“…We have work in an hour.” You replied. The mantra played in your head. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve him. You felt guilty.

“I’ll be quick.” He affirmed, peeling the covers back. Oh, fuck it. Who were you to deny him?

He didn’t lie, he was fast. The covers exposed your skin, still undressed from the previous night. You felt the cool air on your thighs and pussy, and couldn’t help it. You caved.

In an instant, he was worshipping your legs, working his way up. He kept eye contact with you, laying gentle bites and pecks into the plush of your skin.

He kissed his way up, tonguing the bite marks he left in his wake. You shivered when his lips hovered over your pussy. He wasted no time. No, he didn’t tease you, he needed to please you as quickly as he could. It was a need for him.

His tongue came into contact with your pussy lips, and you shivered. Instinctivley, you threaded your hands through his morning messy hair, and shoved his face into you. He reciprocated instantly, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good. He licked up and down, tongue flicking gently on your cute little pearl of a clit.

He circles it and taps it with his tongue, saliva dripping and mixing with your juices. His movements are quick and calculated, and he indulges you, body and soul. He hums in pleasure when you arch your back up into him uncontrollably. It’s almost uncharacteristic- the way he switches from being so soft and gentle, to practically making out with your pussy. You feel his fingers dig into your thighs, like he’s a whole different person when he’s mouth fucking you.

Your moaning and shaking, saying his name over and over. Somehow, your getting off to this. To the idea you don’t deserve him. That he’s such a nicer, better, smarter person than you. And although he doesn’t vocalize it, you wonder if he strangely shares the sentiment.

It’s almost like he knows. Like he’s self-aware- of all your selfish thoughts. Like this, him eating you out, him on his knees for you, making you breakfast in bed- is some sort of revenge.

He knows what he’s doing. He’s making you feel awful, guilty for your mistreatment of him- by giving you more and more of him. And you find yourself cumming in his mouth at the thought.

He greedily laps at your swollen clit, overstimulating you. You let out a loud yelp, and he keeps going, only for a few more seconds.

It’s weird. He’s weird. But as you sober up from your orgasm, shaking underneath him, you brush those strange thoughts from your head.

You look into his gentle eyes again, watching him ramble off apologies. You two will most definitely be late to work. You scold yourself. Why would you think such an odd thing? No, he’s a complete sweetheart. Not a degrading bone in his body. You think.

Yet…you still feel the bruises forming on your thighs. And the burning guilt of using him.

You left his aparment in a hurry, driving yourself insane. You seem to convice yourself it was a weird orgasm thought, maybe you’re more kinky than you thought; for some pseudo pyschological self degradtion.

You go to the precint, just as you do every other day. The work is effectively still just as boring and your peers are still just as insufferable.

You’re given a few files by some mysoginistic cop you haven’t aquainted yourself with, who obviously assumed you were the new record keeper. You snort, but decide to take it. You browse over the files, snooping. They are forensic files, and your heart drops. Ah. You’ll have to give these to him.

You enter the forensic room without knocking- at least, you’re about to. But you hear him mumbling to himself, and decide to listen in for a moment. Curiosity getting the best of you.

“You’re too good to her.” You hear him argue with…himself? “You need to show her whose in charge.”

“I am!” He retaliates to his own voice.

“By making her coffee?” He snarls, and your brows furrow. He smashes a file cabinet closed loudly. You jump.

“Yes!” Ed’s voice growls out, fed up. “If you were smart enough to understand-“ He begins, and you’ve heard enough. You enter the room.

Ed looks at you bewildered, and you look at the same. He’s sweating, and his hair is in dissaray. You two make eyecontact and you grimace. What the hell?

You hardly register what he was actually saying, and more that he was having a seemingly very heated conversation with himself. You watch him fumble with his glasses.

“…Ed?” You question, and he snaps.

“What are you doing here?” His voice is quick and sharp. Thats uncharacteristic. You wince.

“Uh, files.” You nod to the papers in your hands, and he blinks, standing up straight. He clears his throat.

“Right.” He recovers, quickly. You narrow your eyes at him, and hum, giving them to him. He’s about to speak, but you rush yourself out of the room, heart pounding.

He is weird. He is a freak. You chime. Your coworkers have been right.

Any shred of pity you had for him has dwindled significantly, and you mull it over in your mind.

Maybe you do deserve eachother, You think. You’re the best he’s going to get.

#x reader #gotham #gotham x reader #batman #batman rogues #batman x reader #gotham villains x reader #batman rouges gallery #dc comics #gotham edward #gotham edward nygma #edward nygma gotham #edward nygma x reader #edward nygma #edward nygma x reader smut #the riddler gotham #the riddler smut #the riddler #the riddler x reader

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kermit-coded · 5 months ago

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I Loved You Like The Sun

acknowledgements by danez smith // the authority (1999) // hysterics of love by eric fischl // come the slumberless to the land of nod by traci brimhall // the authority (1999) // grief lessons: four plays by euripides // the authority (2003) // wayward son by rainbow rowell // the authority (2003) // in love with you by kenneth koch // the authority (2003) // denis sarazhin // long story short by taylor swift // wildstorm winter special (2005) // a hunger like no other by sk osborn // the authority: revolution (2003) // vigil by clementine von radics // the authority: revolution (2003) // a crash course in molotov cocktails by halyna kruk // the authority: revolution (2003) // unknown // the authority (2008) // eden robinson // the authority (2008) // diary of anaïs nin // the authority (2008) // it will come back by hozier // the authority (2008) // unknown

#my webweaving #web weaving #wildstorm #lucas trent #andrew pulaski #midpollo #the authority #midnighter #apollo #dc

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vittacorle · 1 year ago

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if I love you, is that a fact or a weapon?

'the red girl' from 'the bread we eat in dreams' by catherynne m. valente || 'wuthering heights' litjoy special edition Illustrated by felix abel klaer aka superstarfighter || 'i’ve got you under my skin' @ezrul-00 || 'romance or the end' by elaine kahn || 'the haunting of bly manor' (lyrics from 'midnight show': a part of the killers' 'murder trilogy') gif credit @scarychristmas || sandarafreedompark (via wnq-writers) || 'the hunger games: the ballad of songbirds and snakes' directed by francis lawrence || 'the hanging tree' from 'mockingjay' by suzanne collins || 'wuthering heights' litjoy special edition cover Illustrated by superstarfighter || 'i swear, next time i’ll see you i’ll be funny' from 'in a dream you saw a way to survive' by clementine von radics || coriolanus snow x lucy gray baird @maeroemer || 'i'm not calling you a liar' by florence + the machine || 'star wars: revenge of the sith' gif credit @dani-clayton || c.c. aurel || 'the musketeers' [S01E010] gif credit @thewildmother || 'hunger' from 'dark. sweet.: new & selected poems' by linda hogan || 'dinner & diatribes' music video by hozier || 'the ballad of songbirds and snakes' by suzanne collins || rachel zegler & tom blyth on the set of 'tbosas' via twitter || 'syringa' by john ashbery.

happy xmas month @janeaustenlover!

#tbosasedit #snowbaird #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #coriolanus x lucy gray #lucy gray x coriolanus #thgedit #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #aliena hello!!!!!!! i hope you like it!!!!!!!! i tried to make it as less of a movie as possible lol #dark romance is alive but we simply can't make it to the screen in the year of our lord 2023 #subtle cinema is six feet under so we're both stuck here with a watered down version of tbosas #.......................................#but the book is forever in our possession #so is an image of lucy gray in coryo's head #a head that had gone mad after two months relationship #heathcliff WHO #may they snakebird together for eternity joined in the afterlife

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zzztlk · 8 months ago

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OMG i think im obsessed with TTB lately i have to ask do u have any voiceclaims for Regan and Nat (also Rabiel) ? Or at least any description of their voices ? Would love to hear them in my head they get me so normal hghghrhrr happy womens month

MWAHAHA.. ty and you're in luck I'm a little insane about this stuff. Regan has a husky but young sounding voice and speaks with a loosey goosey cadence to fit. She's very smiley and you can definitely hear it when she talks. A very close voiceclaim would be rio Romeo.

Nat has a higher voice than Regan's but has a sort of unfitting graveness to it, kinda like how the VA for clementine in the walking dead game tweaks her performance to make the character sound more serious and grown up in later seasons. She's got a bit of a mix between a standard US accent and a Singaporean accent so it's hard to find a voiceclaim for her, but in terms of her timbre and how she carries herself through speaking the Crane Wives' frontman is pretty much what I imagine.

Rabel is an interesting critter. I try to write his dialogue to sound the way an angel would talk and he'd have this three-part harmony voice going on, singing more than just speaking (ttb you are not immune to the queer media musical curse /j). It consists of a man's voice, a woman's voice and a child's voice. I don't have a vc for all three lol but hozier is one hundred percent what I think about when I imagine Rabel.

#OK I AM COMMITTING TO NO LONGER BEING DISAPPEARED #I WILL GO THROUGH MY ASKS FR THIS TIME #ALSO STREAM HOLLOW MOON BY CRANE WIVES #nat #regan #actually I'll just make tags specific for ttb asks #ttbasks

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fr0gg13b413 · 1 year ago

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AREN'T STARS MEANT TO BURN?; ON SELF-DESTRUCTION (FOR ACHIEVEMENT'S SAKE)

friedrich nietzsche // would that i, hozier // meditation on the threshold: a bilingual anthology of poetry, ‘monologue of a foreign woman’ by rosario castellanos // boyish, japanese breakfast // nineteen, movements // angel on fire, halsey // nata sin // vincent van gogh // notes from underground, fyodor dostoevsky // holly warburton // joan crawford // unknown, pinterest // first fig, edna st. vincent millay // Clementine von Radics // holly warburton // forugh farrokhzad, tr. by hasan javadi & susan sallée // she knows, j. cole // @/ragingantisocial // some kind of perfect, krista ritchie and becca ritchie // holly warburton // burned out, dodie // unknown, pinterest // a moth to a flame (burnt child), stig dagerman, tr. by benjamin mier-cruz // unknown

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twdgdeadmanwalking · 6 months ago

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— FIVE SONGS I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSES

Tagged by: @myriadxofxmuses

Tagging: @grayfxce , @ask-lee-twdg, @scarred-by-monsters and whoever wants to steal this.

Clementine

Godsmack - Under your scars

Five finger death punch - wrong side of heaven

Evanescence - Hello

The Eden project - fumes

R.E.M. - Losing my religion

Nick

Linkin Park- what I've done

Hozier - take me to church

Imagine dragons - demon's

Laura Doran - Say Something (I'm Giving Up On You)

Three Days Grace- Never Too Late

Kenny

Evanescence - My last Breath

Johnny Cash - Hurt

Linkin Park- Somewhere I Belong

Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes

Seether ft. Amy Lee - Broken

Luke

Fall Out Boy- Immortals

Linkin Park - Castle of glass (I highly recommend the official music video to this one to get the full impact)

Bad Wolves - Zombie (no pun intended, epic cover though, sad but true story behind this one)

Avicii - Hey Brother (his relationship with nick really)

Anadel- Remember Me (I cheated on this one sue me kekeke. Just means I agreed with telltales choice of song on this)

#ooc #myriadxofxmuses #dash games #grayfxce #scarred-by-monsters #ask-lee-twdg

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astraule · 3 days ago

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PLEASE MAKE MORE VIOLET X READER I JUST REPLAYED TWDG SERIES AND I NEED MORE OF HER🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

"Through My Eyes"

Pairing: Violet x Reader Song: The Parting Glass - Hozier TW: Loss of vision, strong language, hinting at Lee from season 1. Y/N: She/Her reader Word Count: 1K Summary: Violet talks about her deep sadness of losing her sight and her final memory with Minnie. Y/N tries to reassure her and opens up about his or her feelings of loss and love in return. Some months later, in the courtyard, Y/N tries to help brighten the mood for Clem, saying that a shorter hairstyle would be safer. Later, after the hunt, Violet finds Y/N in their dorm room; Y/N has prepared a sweet surprise, meant just for her. She is so happy and grateful that she can only say how much she loves the present, while hugging Y/N tightly with thanks.

Y/N POV: (Ericson’s Boarding School Gates)

Violet clung to my shirt, her voice shaking as she begged, "Please, don't let me go." I could feel her desperation, and I pulled her closer to me. "I promise, I won't let you go," I gasped, just as Clementine's urgent voice pierced through the chaos behind me. "Open the gates NOW! We've got wounded!"

Huddled together in the school courtyard, exhaustion began to seep in, and we were all breathing heavily. "It's finally over," Clem reassured AJ as the gates swung shut. "Come on, Violet, let's get you inside," I said, taking slow steps alongside her. "Ruby, I need you!" I called out, noticing her lagging behind us. "What happened out there?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.

“That blast was greater than expected, almost as great as an atomic bomb," I commented as Ruby leaned forward to hold open the school’s main door. "Now I see why they recommend you should protect your eyes in an atomic explosion," Violet contributed.

(Violet’s Dorm Room)

"That should be enough for now; just yell for me if it starts burning," Ruby finished things off with Violet. "Thanks," Violet said, her head hung low, and then Ruby was gone from the room.

"Vi…" I started, sitting down next to her on the bed. "I never thought I would be in this position." She managed to say between sobs, her voice shaking. "Vi…" I said softly again. "Now I'll never be able to see again," she finally whispered, her sadness palpable.

"Vi, Vi… I'm right here," I soothed her, snaking my arm behind her and carefully situating her head on my shoulder. "Finding out about Minnie… that's the last memory I have of her prior to my sight going dark. I only wish I never had to see her again… especially before I lost my vision," Violet admitted.

"I know, Violet. It was a big surprise to see Minnie too, after what she had done to Sophie… to my Sophie. Both of us face it, but I think that together we can get over it." I said, placing my hand softly on her shoulder.

"I know how you're feeling; I've been there myself." I reached over and gently laid my hand on her thigh. "It is possible to love again after someone special in your life is gone, and that is something I want you to know I truly understand." I concluded by saying

"Y/N, I need you to know it's not because I will never see Minnie again; it's because I will not be able to see you anymore." She lifted her head off the ground in search of my eyes, but those eyes, once blue, now swirled with a white hue and were unable to lock onto mine.

"I'm right here," I whispered, placing my hand on her cheek until she finally looked at me. "I heard that when people go blind their other senses become heightened. You feel different now, softer," she said, leaning into my touch.

I started to say, "Vi-," but my words were cut off as Clem and Louis burst into the room, making me take a half-step back from Violet. "Violet, are you okay?" Louis asked. "I'm so sorry I wasn't around to protect you from that, the walkers-" he began, but Violet hastily cut him off with, "It's okay, it wasn't your fault.”

Clem said, "If there's anything whatsoever that we can do to help you in any way, just say so." Violet said, "I appreciate that. Please don't worry about it. But there is one thing that I'd like to ask for now.” Louis said, "What is that?

(Months Later, Courtyard)

“What do you think? " I asked Clementine, setting the scissors down and handing her a mirror. "Ah… you may want to use these, though," I added, handing her hair ties to neaten her up a bit. As I saw her face fall into an expression of disappointment, I hastily appended, "I'm sorry if I ticked you off. I just thought… shorter hair is a safer choice." She swallowed hard before answering, "It's not that. You just brought someone to mind.”

As we looked up, a voice we had become all too familiar with interrupted the conversation. "What are you two doing?" Clem then exclaimed, eyes wide. "Whoa, Violet, it looks like you're really getting the hang of that cane!" she said with a grin. "I'm so happy to see it put to good use."

Violet smiled and said, "Honestly, it is not that bad. My other senses do a great deal to compensate, and knowing the layout of this school perhaps better than anyone else does certainly pay off." I then said, while smiling, "If you will allow me, pretty lady, I am coming closer now." With that, I put my arm around her waist and lightly kissed her cheek.

Clem set the handheld mirror down on the table and stood up. "We're going hunting later. Want to join us?" "Absolutely!" Violet replied with glee. I laughed and said, "You're still the same old Vi when it comes to taking down those whooping walker ass." "Be sure to watch your backs out there, you hear me? And after you’re all done, I’ve got a little surprise when you get back!" I exclaimed.

Violet POV: (Vi’s and Y/N’s Dorm, After Hunt)

"Y/N? Louis said maybe you'd be in here." I entered the room, bubbling with curiosity. "Is there some kind of surprise for me?" A wave of joy washed over me; Y/N, who seldom did anything for anyone, planned something special. "Vi~" her voice chimed from my left while an endearing sound echoed with every step she took toward me.

"I've made a wind chime that I'd wish you could see. There are all of these colored metals, each representative of one of us; Clem, Aj, Louis, Ruby, Aasim, Willy, Omar, you, and me. I know you will like the feel of it and what it sounds like. I also glued crystals I found in for added appeal." Y/N said, and when I touched it, I got the best sensation.

"Y/N, I love it so much!" I exclaimed, jumping into her embrace.

I'm so grateful for my very first request. I really hope that I get a lot more in the future!

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