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ziracona · 10 months ago

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Christmas season always is nice because I have some more time to write, so have a The Kid chapter. ^u^ Lots of fun to be laying ground work. As always, tumblr gets the chapter first. [Fate/GO AU – The Kid (pt: 1, … 22, 23, 24, 25, ?)]{Some spoilers for original Grand Order run/through Temple of Time, vaguer situational spoilers for later arcs}

“Okay, I think I got it,” says Ritsuka.

“Good. I know it’s a lot,” replies Doctor Romani with some chagrin, giving her a sad little smile, “Are you sure you’re up for it?”

“Well, that’s the thing—I mean, I am,” she answers, “But, uhm. What do you need me for?”

He blinks. “Huh?”

“Well…?” she flushes a little and kicks the dirt of this barren landscape with a shoe, glances at me. I’m not sure what she needs reassurin’ for, but I guess it’s what I’m here for, so I smile and give her a thumbs up. “Uhm,” she continues, turning back to the Doctor, “Can’t you do it yourself?”

Oh my God.

I look at Robin. He looks at me, eyes slightly bugged.

Oh, she’s totally right! We all forgot he’s got free access to her mana supply. Oh, that would be a scary thought in other circumstances.

The Doctor blinks a second more, then opens his mouth, thinks, looks back. “…Oh you’re right.”

She gives him an awkward smile. “I mean, I’m happy to, if it would help. But uhm, I think you understand better than me what we need, so you might do a better job asking right. Or uhm—we could take turns trying!” she suggests helpfully, “If it doesn’t work at first, and you get tired!”

“No, sorry…I…” He blinks again, thinks, straightens up. “I’m…processing a little slow today. At…everything.”

He gives her a smile, and for the first time since the world ended, I kinda think looks almost…relaxed. Honestly, it’s reassurin’ to see. Poor guy has been freaking out. I mean, we all have, but, he’s got I think the rest of us all pooled together still easily beat, the way he’s been sweatin’.

“I…forgot for a second, but.” He holds up his hand, looks at it. Touches his throat, and I can see a faint blue line glowing around his neck. Guess that’s the crest he transferred. Wonder why it’s on his neck? Gotta say though, I kinda appreciate this happened during our outing, because I feel less stressed getting these speeches from him in that dumb little shirt David picked out for him, than I would in the lab coat. Hard to feel like were at Final Defcon or whatever when he looks like that. “I can do magic myself again, now, thanks to you.” He laughs at himself softly and shakes his head. “Well, I’d appreciate you here just the same. You can let me know if the pull on your reserves are too high. If you feel like it’s bad enough, I can always abort. We need Unlimited Blade Works to keep functioning, no matter what else happens. Everyone inside here is depending on it.”

She gives a nod.

“You actually managed to find a leyline?” asks Robin as Mozart meanders over to the rest of us.

He stretches his arms lazily above his head and grins. “Oh, absolutely! Well no—not absolutely or at all. But, the Doctor was right about there being a higher concentration of mana in a part of the marble than anywhere else. Best we can do, and I think it works as a focus pretty well, especially given our odds! Honestly.” He comes to a stop by us and glances around at the giant gears standing like mountains along the horizons in every direction, the endless sand dunes with swords embedded in them beyond count. “I’m just astonished by this phantasm.”

“Yeah, no shit,” agrees Robin.

Me too, I think, studying the place again. It’s huge. I’m pretty sure it goes on a long way past what I can see, too. Full of swords. I heard Emiya’s incantation. ‘The bearer lies here alone, forging iron in a hill of swords.’ No kinda hyperbole, I guess. I think ‘over a thousand blades’ is actually, well, not a lie, but underselling it pretty drastically. Whole thing is crazy!

“You know how long reality marbles tend to last?” asks Mozart, glancing at Robin on one side, then Salieri on the other, “Five minutes, if you’re trying.”

“Cú Chulainn said he’s seen Emiya use Unlimited Blade Works for well over fifteen before,” answers Robin, watching Ritsuka and Doctor Romani continue to discuss logistics.

“Indeed, and we’ve all now seen him run it for about five hours now,” agrees Mozart, “Astonishing.” There’s a silence, and then almost like he can’t not say it, the Caster adds. “The world record? One day.”

Robin looks at him then. So do Salieri, who’d been staring off into space, and Kotarou, who like me has been trying to watch everything.

“So…” I say.

“Will he be able to go longer?” asks Kotarou anxiously.

“Yes,” says Cú Chulainn.

SHIT – where did he COME from?

“Where were you?” asks Robin, jumping almost as much as I did.

“Checking on him,” says the Lancer, stretching. Damn he can be quiet! And fast. Mental note to never fight that guy if you got any kinda choice, I tell myself. “He says he can tell how much he’s got to work with, and even if they burn through a lot the next few hours, he’s got at least four days in him.”

“Damn. We shoulda talked to him before offerin’ suicide,” I say.

“You all did what?” says Mozart.

“She turned us down,” says Salieri.

“Well I should HOPE so. I didn’t consent to that,” he huffs.

Salieri considers saying something to him, sighs, and doesn’t.

“You were part of the conversation where we decided to do it,” says Robin, miffed.

“Well yes, and I said ‘if it comes to it,’” says Mozart.

“THIS isn’t ‘coming to it’?” asks Robin, gesturing to the reality marble around us.

“No,” says Mozart with panache.

“Enough,” says Salieri, “She refused, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”

Mozart keeps huffing just the same.

“So,” says Cú Chulainn to Robin, ignoring everyone else, “They about ready?”

“Yep,” says Robin, “Here’s hoping.”

And how, I think.

The focal point of the reality marble seems to be a hill. Kinda near where we appeared, so, we had to get some of the humans to move away from it. Which means we also kinda got a hell of an audience. We could wrangle them, try and get privacy, but honestly, they all know about magic now, and we ain’t takin’ that shit back any way you slice it. They’re neck deep; deserve to know what they neck deep in, if you ask me. Seems Doctor Archaman and Ritsuka decided the same thing.

So weird, to be workin’ with mages like that. Nice change. –Well, I guess Doctor Archaman ain’t a proper mage. He’s a spirit. Or. Was—is more one of us than one of them, for sure. Rits is a one of a kind draw though.

But I guess in his own way, so is he.

Weird. All this almost feels meant to be. Makes me feel a lot more assured than I should! But hey, that’s how I lived as long as I did! Attitude’s half the battle, like Salieri said. I mean, sure I died young, but I made it through like five or six scrapes that woulda had anybody else well and dead ‘fore I did. I’m proud of that. Here’s to one more!

“Oh—looks like he’s doing it,” comments Robin, interrupting something Mozart was sayin’ to Salieri that I didn’t catch.

Doctor Archaman seems to catch that and turns to look, gives us the kind of tired smile mostly I remember seein’ my mother give Joe and me.

“Need anything from us?” asks Robin.

“Uhm, quiet, I guess,” he says, considering, and then ruefully, “I could do without the audience.”

It’s mostly said like a joke, and it’s uh, at least as much about the 200-odd people around the hill, basically all of whom are watchin’, but my condolences Doc. Let’s see—Rits said 206. Minus us, the doc, and the kid, that means 196 humans. Kinda proud of that. It’s such a small number, but, it’s a lot more than the ten of us. It feels like a lot right now, and I’m really glad we were able to save somebody. Ain’t over yet, I remind myself, Just getting’ started.

“Alright,” he says, and he turns to the sigil he’s drawn in the sand around the hill, and raises his hand. He hesitates then and glances back at all of us though, lingers on his dad and smiles, then addresses the whole group. “Actually, there is something you can do. This is going to be a hell of a gamble, and we really, really need it to work. If not the first time, then, by the third, if we want any kind of working odds moving forward. So. Pray.”

He means it, and I do.

Growin up Irish when I did, New York, to Indiana, to Kansas, to New Mexico, the only constants were that everybody with somethin’ distrusted and hated me just in case it turned out to be merited, and only outcasts like me were worth pallin’ with or trustin’, mostly. But, they were pretty solid. Always figured God for one of those, myself—outcasts. Got killed for bein’ different, gets used to justify 100 different things by sunup, and my Mom told me to be good ‘n pray, and I gotta say, I made a lot of appeals in my life—to the government, to the sheriff, to my Dad, my neighbors. Think God ‘n Lady Luck are the only two who ever answered. So why not? Nothin’ to lose here, and a lot to gain.

I close my eyes, think, “Please. Whatever’s the best thing you got, send it on over, sir.”

Ahead of us, Doctor Archaman raises a hand like he did before, but this time, he shuts his eyes and begins to whisper—or—no, he’s singin’, under his breath. “Shema, Chaver.” Just those two words. The information that isn’t really mine that the grail gave me translates the Hebrew in my head: “Hear, Friend.” Again and again. “Hear, Ally. Hear, Companion.” It changes, but I understand the word. He’s calling for anyone who would be it, in any form.And around him, wind starts to whip up in the desert around us. I see the sun glint off swords, and for a moment, the sky above me flickers and it ain’t empty grey, it’s blue, with white clouds. Stunningly different.

And Doctor Archaman opens his eyes.

“Every word of God is refined,” he says in Hebrew, with the cadence of a poem. His voice is different than I’ve ever heard it before. If I hadn’t already believed he was who he said he was, I would now. “A shield for all who take refuge in Him. A shield for those who walk in integrity; to keep the paths of justice. Hear me if you hear, and answer. Wisdom come into your heart, knowledge pleasant to your soul. Let thought watch over, discretion guide you; let it save you from evil. Return to me: As iron sharpens iron, a man sharpens the countenance of his friend. As in water, face answers to face, so is the heart of a man to a man. Abide our call!”

There is a massive spike in mana around him, and bright aqua blue and white energy flickers like a pillar of fire. From it I hear what seems like two voices, distorted and overlapping, so intense a frequency even as a spirit I feel it in my bones—I-I see humans past me overing their ears, Mozart wince: “A woman of valor who can find.” It tears through us.

Doctor Archaman looks even more shocked than the rest of us, but he recovers, almost stumbling over himself for a second, and calls back “For her price is beyond pearls.” Like a call and response. And he extends his hand.

The light shatters over him and us, force so strong it pushes me back even though I keep my footin’, leaving two little Billy Boot shaped drag lines in the sand for about five feet. Mozart goes over backwards and is caught by Salieri, Kotarou seems to dodge it some way, and Cú Chulainn slams his spear into the ground and hangs on to it, but Robin, and David over way up closer to Doctor Archaman, get pushed back like me. The whole thing is so bright and loud, even a spirit, I squint my eyes a second, and when I open them full again, the light is sliding to the ground and dissipating like melting snowflakes, and a woman is standing there.

“ROMANI!” calls the woman, brown hair, light skin, dropping a giant staff on the ground and making a mad dash for him like a bat outta hell. He looks so taken aback he almost trips backing away from her, but she football tackles him and knocks him flat on his back, then drags his upper half up into her, almost weeping with giddiness.

“I—Huh? –Yes—what??-p-please-“ tries his muffled voice, failing to disentangle himself and getting wrapped around more thoroughly while the rest of us stare.

“Oh my GOD! I can’t believe it! You’re back! You’re here! How are you…-?” She lets go to hold him at arm’s length, hands on his cheeks, eyes brimming, beaming. “I don’t understand! This is amazing!—it’s-“ She can’t finish and starts crying, and pulls him against her again.

He’s clearly got no idea who she is, by the look on his face, like, not even a clue, but no doubt in my mind she ain’t mistaken him for someone else; she knows exactly who he is. The way she’s weeping with joy, she must have known him really well before. Memories the throne took from Doctor Archaman, then? Poor lady. She’ll be awful sad when she realizes that.

She looks past him then and sees Ritsuka and says, “Ritsuka!” letting go of Doctor Archaman and crawling off him, snagging his wrist as she climbs up and starts to tow him after, and then her expression changes. Fear. A flicker of disbelief. She scans Ritsuka again: confusion, fear, sadness. Analysis. Acceptance. She blinks, and then the ability to read her expression so easy vanishes like she’s locked it behind a vault.

She turns to look at the Doctor again, and her expression is happy still, but it’s sad too. “…Roman, when is this?”

“When?” he echoes, clearly lost, “Who--?” He makes it to his feet and dusts himself off. “–Uhm. 2015. About two months before the end of the year. And…?”

She looks at Ritsuka again, and her expression softens, but in a sad way. Ritsuka is giving her the same blank, big eyed look the Doctor was when she arrived.

“Ah. …Wait.” Her brow furrows. She looks back at the Doctor. “Two months before? -Are we…IN Blade Works?”

“Bl—yes,” he says, confused, but regaining a modicum of composure now that he’s not being climbed like a tree, “How do you-? You know me. I mean, you must, but?”

The woman glances from one of us to the next, taking the whole situation in, sucks in a breath, and lets it out slow.

“Alright,” she says, opening her eyes and turning back to face him fully, letting go of his hand, and pressing her fingertips together, “Sorry. I thought I was…some time else. You haven’t met me yet, poor you, but I know you.”

“Oh,” he says like that makes any sense.

“Luck for us, I didn’t open my mouth more. I’ll uh, try to keep a lid on that, to not cause any more wrinkles in time than I already have,” continues the woman grandly, all composure and charisma and control, like she wasn’t soaking his shirt with tears a second ago. Like this is light, and easy. “I guess you’ll need proper introductions, then.”

“Yes, although, uh, if any of your knowledge would help us,” he tries, clearly curious.

Yeah man. A lady reacted that way to me, I would be curious too. –Wait he means tactically.

She regards him and smiles. “Hmm. I guess some of it might. First things though: I,” she continues grandly, with a sweeping arm gesture, “am Leonardo Da Vinci.”

wait she’s a what now?

“Although, given my choices-“ she pauses to gesture to her extremely female lookin’ self, “I would prefer to just be called Da Vinci. The expert inventor, the renaissance woman, the genius; class: Caster. At your service once again, Roman.” The name she says quiet and fond, not like the rest of it at all.

He seems flustered by this, but nods. “Well, glad to have you, uhm, Da Vinci. I’m – well, you’ve got me at a disadvantage, because it seems there’s a lot you already know, including me and the young lady there, but, I’m Doctor Romani Archaman, that’s Ritsuka Fujimaru, and these are King David, Archer, Antonio Salieri, Avenger, Fuuma Kotarou, Assassin, Cú Chulainn, Lancer, Billy the Kid, Gunner, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Caster, and Robin Hood, Archer. We’ve got one more Archer, but he’s focused on this reality marble. But, you knew the marble, so I’m guessing you knew that too.”

“Not my first time meeting any of you,” she says with a very self-satisfied smile, eyeing us in turn, and then zeroing on Salieri, “Exceeept you. Antonio Salieri? Avenger…Interesting…”

She truly does seem both interested and deep in thought, like this must be significant. Salieri begins to look uncomfortable.

“But, anyway,” she adds, looking up, “happy for you to make my acquaintance. Unless, anybody remembers…?”

I don’t. Sure think I woulda. I lean over to Robin and whisper, “You met her before?”

“No,” he whispers back as he gives her a nod.

“I didn’t know the throne ever did anybody favors,” I observe.

He glances over. “Huh? Do you not like her already?”

“No! No—I didn’t mean like, did you a favor forgettin’ her. I meant --Like, if she can choose to get a new body made to order, who did it take six inches off my stature?” I ask.

“It did?” he chokes out.

“Yes! I didn’t used to be five-two!” I reply, incensed.

He laughs silently and shakes his head. “Guess it liked her more.”

“What did I ever do to the throne??” I ask, “I thought it was just terrible to all of us, but if even the throne is giving me the short end of shit, where the hell is justice in the world?”

“Never to be found unless you make it,” replies Robin with a grin, turning his attention back to them.

Damn if that ain’t true. I mean happy for her, but damn. It really didn’t have to do me that way…

“Well, well,” says Da Vinci, turning slow, hands on her hips, proud smile and she glances the area up and down, then turns her laser focus back on Doctor Archaman in full, “What happened?”

“Uh—I can tell you the short of it,” says Doctor Archaman. He runs a hand through his hair and awkwardly adjusts a glove. “But, you know me. How is that possible? –You said ‘when’ is it-? Does that mean…?”

“Mmmm,” she nods, shutting her eyes, “In short form, I have memories of you I haven’t earned yet.”

“But you can’t have residual memories of the summon you’re on,” pipes up King David with a note of anxiety in his voice.

“No,” she agrees thoughtfully, “But I didn’t say they were from ‘this’ summon. Just that they’re about you,” she smiles at Doctor Archaman, “Some time in the future.”

Doctor Archaman has a look on his face like he doesn’t quite believe that, but I dunno why. Seems likely enough to me. And I mean, if she’s lyin’, it ain’t out of any kind of ill will. We all saw that greeting—you’d think she was the guy’s wife or somethin’.

“Al…right. You might be able to help a lot then,” he replies, eyeing her, “but-“

“—Are you hurt?” asks Ritsuka with a note of panic in her voice, stepping forward.

Da Vinci blinks, and turns like a cat trying to see its own tail, reaches blindly for her back. Rits is right. How did we not notice that? Her hair I guess? It’s so long, must be it was in the way before she bowed and it fell over her shoulders in front, but, her dress is torn, and there’s blood around it, like somethin’ stabbed her between the shoulder blades…only, it’s a sideways cut. Not the way you’d usually use a knife to the back…? Maybe I’m wrong-

As Ritsuka sees it better, she hurries forward holdin’ her little medkit. “You are! –Here, let me-!”

Da Vinci reaches out a hand and catches her shoulder and stops her, smiling softly. “No, I’m alright. That’ll vanish on its own in a minute. Here, look.” She takes a knee and turns her back towards Ritsuka, and they’re facing my side, so I can see from here that there’s skin past the tear, not a wound.

“Oh,” says Ritsuka, calming down.

“Thanks though,” says Da Vinci brightly, “Don’t worry! I just got here. I’m not about to leave you.”

“Odd thing to say,” I hear Salieri say quietly. I can tell he’s thinking very hard.

I mean…is it? Maybe a little odd, bein’ so new. She just seems real friendly to me.

“You were right,” observes Doctor Archaman, kneeling and tilting his head to inspect the tear too, “The fabric is resetting itself.”

That ain’t odd—our clothes mend just like wounds if we get hurt, generally. Just a little flash of magic—after all, that’s what makes our forms in the first place, clothes and all. What’s weird is her being damaged on summon. Ain’t supposed to work that way.

Doctor Archaman touches a piece of bloody fabric and it tears free in his hand. He looks down at it, an odd expression on his face. Below him, her dress shimmers and closes and the blood that was soaked into it vanishes with the tear. Doctor Archaman looks at where it was, and place his hand on her back, brow scrunched up, then looks at the front of her chest. For a second I’m confused, then enough of the parts of me that have been shot realize he’s checking for where he thinks an exit wound would have appeared.

“Were…? …You shouldn’t have been wounded on summon,” he says to her.

“I wasn’t,” she points out.

“You were damaged, then—if slightly,” he corrects, brow scrunching up again. He looks at Ritsuka, then back at this new Caster, straightens up, and offers them each a hand. Both take him up and stand with him. “How did…?” Something else occurs to him. “How did you remember me?”

“Would you believe luck?” she asks with an impish grin.

“No,” he replies.

Her grin widens, and she puts the back of a hand to her forehead. “Oh Doctor, you wound me.”

“You’re being awfully cagey,” he comments, relaxing at her manner, “You did something wrong with the summon.”

“ME?” she asks in mock innocence, “You’re the summoner! Tch, some workman, blaming his tools.” She smiles at his expression, breaks into a laugh, and then shrugs, “Well. You can hardly blame me. You said you’d give me the short version of the situation here, right? Well, the short version for my situation is I was on my way back to the throne after my last summons still, when I heard you calling, and I wanted it bad enough it looks like I made it.”

“That’s insane,” he says, deeply impressed.

“That is, it’s like a millisecond, but good for her,” agrees Robin quietly to me.

“No kiddin’,” I whisper back, logging away that that’s apparently barely logistically possible.

“I am a genius inventor,” she says smugly.

“Yeah, I g—” He chokes mid sentence and falls to a knee, clutching his throat.

“Oh no!” calls out Mozart in the understatement of the year, dashing forward. I got no clue what I and my gun can do to help, but I go too.

“Roman!?” calls Da Vinci. She takes a knee to be by him, but before she can, he’s jerked physically backwards, towards the tip of the hill and the staff our new caster dropped there. His crest is lit up in full brightness on his neck, dragging him back with it with force as he clutches at it, then tearing him up into the air at the hill’s pinnacle and holding him there.

I hear King David shout his name, Ritsuka too, most of us. The only one who gets to him is King David though, whose hand just touches the tip of his shoe as he jumps to reach him, before the summoning circle explodes with light again and blasts him back out of it, the doctor’s shoe with him. The light changes color from white to aqua to pink and purple, then shatters into a pillar of smoke, and a second woman stands on the hill. She’s taller than the first, dark skin, and black, almost purple hair, covered in jewels and bright fabric and a really elaborate headpiece like ears and horns, and she’s holding him in her arms bride style as he coughs his lungs up.

“Oh heaven,” says David in astonishment before Doctor Archaman can manage to choke out anything.

“Makeda?” the Doctor manages in utter disbelief between gasps, gaping.

“Solomon!” she calls ecstatically, dragging him forward and smashing him into her chest in a hug, burying her face against his. WHOOPS she weren’t supposed to say that out loud I’m pretty sure!

“What?!” he manages, too stunned for a moment to do anything at all, “But—you aren’t even on the throne! How in the heavens did you-?”

She relaxes her hug and beams at him, eyes bright, and sets him on the ground. He unsteadily regains his feet physically but I’m pretty sure not mentally.

“You called! And I heard,” she replies excitedly, “I had to fight pretty hard though! There was a spirit in there that wasn’t even on the throne who was fighting like a black rhino at full hate! I—”

She sees Da Vinci.

“YOU!” Her arm goes up, eyes and mouth wide, pointing at her.

Da Vinci just stares, mouth wide as well, for a second, like she’s blanked on what to do.

“Uhm. Yes,” says Doctor Archaman with extreme anxiety and discomfort, “I seem to have, uhm. –Wait—I don’t understand? How are you able to come at all, when…?”

Never seen a man so out of his depth. My heart goes out to him.

“My Qu—Makeda—Queen of Sheba,” he tries desperately.

WAIT THAT’S WHO?!

“Why were you summoning her?” asks …the Queen of Sheba?? “Don’t you—” She pauses, looks him over, and grabs his left hand. He’s so stunned he lets her, and she rips the glove off and immediately action comes back to him with a vengeance and he yelps and snatches it back like a man who’s burned his hand on a stove.

She blinks at him, processing something, as he turns a sorry color and fights for his life to get the glove back on quick. What the hell?

“Oh,” says the Queen of Sheba, in a voice like she can’t decide if she’s sad, glad, or disappointed.

“Queen-“ he starts.

“-Wait,” cuts in Da Vinci, “Are you? From?” She makes an insane hand gesture.

“Does ‘Tituba’ mean anything to you?” suggests the Queen of Sheba, “Maybe familiar with the uh…?” She makes a gesture like a noose for some goddamn reason.

“Oh!” says Da Vinci ecstatically, “Yes! Yes! Then, you’re the-“

“-Please!” interrupts Doctor Archaman desperately.

They stop and look at him.

“Please,” he manages with slightly more decorum, but uh, not much, “Da Vinci, uh, Queen Makeda. Say anything that makes sense. I’m begging you.”

They both look at him.

Da Vinci bursts out laughing. “Oh, I’ve missed you Doctor Roman,” she says, walking over and taking his hands. He almost warily lets her, beyond confused.

Behind him, the Queen of Sheba walks up and drapes her arms around his shoulders. Ooooooh, right. He had like 1000 wives didn’t he? Famously? No wonder, I remember, I guess he’s still a ladies’ man? “Don’t worry. It’ll be different now,” says the Queen of Sheba, leaning her head against his.

“W-What?” he says, low-key terrified by that and I gotta admit I wouldn’t just love the sound of it either.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” whispers Robin through his teeth, leaning close.

“Not a drop,” I reply the same way.

“Me either,” agrees Kotarou, who I forgot has gotten close enough to hear, “If she gets to look exactly how she wants though, why did I get stuck as a teenager now?? I wasn’t even famous back then?!”

“I said that too! But about my height!” I say excitedly, turning to him, “If it can be fair and good, the hell did we two do to it?!”

“Maybe she figured out how to get on Alaya’s good side? Maybe she could give us advice?” says Kotarou hopefully.

Damn I didn’t even think of that!

I eye Da Vinci with some renewed interest.

Across the way, Salieri looks almost out of it, watching this scene unfold. Damn, I didn’t even think about that. Height and age got nothin’ on what the throne did to him, poor guy.

“Any other beautiful women coming out of that summoning circle to answer your call?” asks David cheerily, walking up to Dr. Archaman, “Or just these two?”

Da Vinci smiles at him, and Queen Makeda gives him a slightly uncomfortable look.

“Well, there were some others who heard,” replies Da Vinci, playing along and making a muscle for show, “But she’s the only one I had to fist fight.”

Dr. Archaman looks deeply worriedly at the circle now.

“Alright then,” says Da Vinci, clapping her hands together and then stretching them above her head, before waving a wrist and summoning the staff she discarded on summon back into her hand, “What’s the emergency, Roman?”

“Ah—Right. Uhm,” says Dr. Archaman, running a hand through his bangs and trying to straighten up, but failing because the Queen of Sheba still has her arms laced around his neck, “Uh?” he adds towards her.

She smiles and lets go.

“Okay. Well, the short version is we’ve got a very limited amount of time before everyone here dies, and if we die, the world ends,” he says.

“Oh, just that,” says Da Vinci.

He smiles back at her, “Just that.”

“A reality marble?” questions the Queen of Sheba, taking a few steps further onto the hill, and touching the hilt of one of the many swords embedded in the ground.

“Yes! Right, sorry,” says Doctor Archaman, turning to her, “You aren’t familiar with it like Miss Da Vinci i—”

“—Oh please never call me that again,” interjects Da Vinci happily, “Just ‘Da Vinci.’ Or ‘Technical Advisor.’”

“You’re gunning for a position after being summoned for two minutes?” asks Doctor Archaman.

“Well, it was mine the first time, and I want it back,” she says innocently, batting her eyes in a way that is more like teasingly bumping someone with an elbow than sincere flirting.

“Whatever,” he says in complete distraction, turning back to the Queen of Sheba, “Sorry. Uh—This is the noble phantasm of one of the heroic spirits working with us, Emiya, an Archer. His Master-“ he indicates Ritsuka, who immediately looks incredibly uncomfortable at the title, “-has an almost impossible fount of magical energy, and according to our lancer there, Cú Chulainn, he’s already able to sustain it for far longer than most reality marble users can, considering its sheer mass and scope, but that all considered, we’re still working under a finite time constraint-“

“—And you decided to burn energy summoning TWO MORE heroic spirits??? CASTERS at that?” asks Da Vinci, delighted.

“—Well, I didn’t mean to summon two,” he replies awkwardly, “Or specifically ask for Casters, but, yes. We didn’t have a choice.”

“Because you die if the reality marble goes down?” ask the Queen of Sheba.

How the hell did she?

Most of the others look surprised, but King David don’t. I try and remember all I know about her. I know she’s super wise, and a queen with a lot of riches and power, but I got no clue if she had some kind of foresight or mental abilities. If she does though, that’s great! The Doc said we needed someone with time travel, mechanical marvels, or clairvoyance, and if we actually got one of those three on the first try?? Or uh—first and a half?? Second? Whatever—right out the gate? Then hell yeah, go us!

“Right,” says Doctor Archaman, “There’s a lot more I’ll go into detail with you, but the short of it is, the world was supposed to—or—going to end, at the start of the next year. A demon, Goetia, was going to do it. Is going to do it. Or, in a way, has.”

“But you said it’s…” Da Vinci furrows her brow and blinks, puts a gloved hand up to her chin. “…That shouldn’t happen for another two months.”

“It shouldn’t,” agrees Doctor Archaman, “It can’t, as far as I can figure it out, any way I look, but it did. Two months early. Or, it hit us, two months early. We jumped into the reality marble to escape it-“

“-Smart,” says Da Vinci.

“-Thanks—and it worked,” he continues, barely missing a beat, “But. Now we’re stuck here. And once the magic supply for Unlimited Blade Works runs out, we go back to history, and get erased with the rest of it-“

“-Unless you can move to a fixed point in time, somewhere not destroyed by Goetia, before then,” finishes Da Vinci, thinking it through with him.

Oh, she’s smart. I bet she’s gonna be real useful! The hell am I sayin ‘she’s smart’—duh she’s smart!! She’s one of like, the world’s most famous genius inventors ‘she’s smart’ yeah and bread tastes good.

“So…You know of another fixed point then, if this was your plan?” asks the Queen of Sheba hopefully.

“Yes!” replies Doctor Archaman, relieved, “I do. Chaldea Security Organization, in the North Pole. I could give exact coordinates. I would put –well, I was going to say ‘cold hard cash’ but given the circumstances, I’m betting lives on it which is a lot more. I would bet anything—no, it’s not even a bet—I am sure, that they’re there.”

“But you can’t move a reality marble,” says the Queen of Sheba, more like she’s thinking than as a disagreement. She walks along the hill and runs her hands along more of the swords, thinking.

“You can’t no matter what?” I ask Mozart mentally, since he’s our caster.

He shakes his head and mentally replies, “No. Reality Marbles don’t exist in space. –In reality’s space, I mean. You inverse reality to make them. You turn inwards, and move yourself and others into your inner world, and shut out reality completely. This worked because we don’t exist in reality right now at all. Reality Marbles by nature shut reality out, to make the internal reality of one person the truth for as long as they last. Like stepping into a reflection’s reality, if that reflection was your mind. But the downside is that, since they aren’t in physical space of the world’s reality, when they end, even if you move around inside them, you always go back to wherever you were when the marble was initiated.”

That makes sense I guess. I knew how they worked after the Doc’s explanation, but I had figured there must be some way to cheat the movin’.

Romani gives a shrug. “So we need a way to…cheat the system.”

“Again,” says the Queen of Sheba.

“Again,” he agrees, “And, to do that, I knew we needed someone with mechanical expertise well beyond what I could imagine, time travel abilities, or clairvoyance.”

“Wow, two out of three in one go,” says Da Vinci, “You hit the jackpot.”

“There’s not a third coming, right?” he asks her nervously.

She sparkles at him.

“So, with some future-vision clairvoyance,” Da Vinci gestures to the Queen of Sheba. Ah that answers that. “And mechanical expertise at your disposal,” she gestures to herself, “What’s the plan?”

“I was really hoping one of you would have one honestly,” he says tiredly before thinking he shouldn’t say that out loud, then quickly clears his throat and straightens up, “Uh. Okay. With both, the plan is to have Makeda—The Queen of Seba—divine anything at all that can help us figure out the how to get to Chaldea alive, and then you, with whatever resources the rest of us can pool, build whatever it is that would get us there.”

Da Vinci starts to say something, but the Queen of Sheba’s, “I can do that,” beats her to it.

Makeda—wait is it disrespectful for me to think of her by her first name since she’s a queen and all? –uh, the Queen of Sheba—walks back to the center of the little summoning circle Romani made, and waves him over with a hand.

He points to himself questioningly, and when she nods, walks over a little hesitantly, and sits opposite her, legs folded. She holds out both hands, and he places his into hers.

“Shut your eyes,” she says, doing it herself, and he complies. She starts to say something else, then stops, opens her eyes, and looks at him. If I was a normal human still, I wouldn’t be able to see anything from as far back as we are, but with the sight of a heroic spirit, I can see her expression perfectly from this angle, and she watches him…sad, and painfully, deeply fond. Then she shuts her eyes.

“I won’t predict your future,” she says quietly, but voice firm and commanding, like the queen she is, “You know the rules. I don’t want to cause something we’d both regret. But you focus, on this place you want to get to, and the situation, and the problem, and everything you know. And I’ll read our future, this whole group, for the next week. If everyone would be quiet, please. This might take a minute.”

We all shut the hell right up.

Even Mozart, who’s usually annoying Salieri by whispering to him, is just watching. Even as bad as my magic perception is as a modern spirit, I can feel this weird change in the air. Like…the way ridin’ a horse with no real destination felt in the early hours of the mornin’, under a full moon. Liminal, and like time was tickin’ in a way where every second was worth about 60 more than it’s meant to. Like time ain’t quite, but is almost, standin’ still.

It's a good feeling, but kinda a sad one in a way, because you know it’s about to be gone.

And then it is. I blink, and I can tell we’ve been standin’ there for what must have been around ten minutes, but it’s like I jumped through it in one.

The Queen of Sheba opens her eyes.

“Da Vinci, you need to make the Shadow Border and you’ve got 71 hours to do it.”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?” sqeaks Da Vinci in the manic space between outraged, ecstatic, and mental breakdown, “By myself?!?! Here??? In a reality marble?!?! BY MYSELF?!!?”

“What’s a shadow border?” I ask Mozart.

“Why on earth do you think I know??” replies Mozart, “Do you think I know every thing every single Caster can do??? I’m only human. : ( …ish….”

Salieri sighs as if he’s somehow sensed this exchange.

“You can do it,” says the Queen of Sheba, very certainly, “And you won’t do it alone. That won’t work, actually. You need the Archer to make it.”

Every one of us looks at a different Archer.

“No, not them!” says the Queen of Sheba like this should be obvious, pulling Doctor Archaman up behind her and then gesturing to the group at large, “The one making the marble!”

“You’re crazy!” says Cú Chulainn, staring, “Archer can’t do that. He’s running the marble.”

“He can do both,” says the Queen of Sheba like it’s easy.

“Can he?” asks Salieri.

She nods.

“If he fucks that up, we’re all dead,” says Cú Chulainn in vehement disagreement.

“He’s the only one who can make the Shadow Border,” sighs the Queen of Sheba with a shrug, “So if he doesn’t try, we’re all dead anyway.”

“This is the only way?” Doctor Archaman asks.

“There is rarely an only way, in life,” says the Queen of Sheba, placing her hands on her hips and cocking her head, thinking, “But you asked me to find a way. Predictions aren’t always accurate. They show the future as it was when I read it. Telling you to do this, telling you why, any action I take, or you take, could change the outcome. And that goes for anything we do, or any prediction ever seen. Time is in flux, always. Not even the past is set in stone. As…Goetia is making example of. Time is its own kind of thing, almost like space, which is constantly interacting with true space and matter and energy around it, and can be moved upon and in as well, in all kinds of ways. This isn’t the only way, but it’s the way that I believe in. No matter what we leave up to chance, no matter what could change because of what we say or doubt or do differently, this is the one I am convinced will work, Solomon. I can’t say more; I won’t say more. But in all my wisdom, and sight, and knowledge, this is the path I know we live on. Is that not good enough for you anymore?”

She stares up at him with her big, bright eyes like the ocean in a reef. He meets her gaze for a moment, then smiles softly.

“Of course it is. It always will be.”

“You’re both crazy,” says Cú Chulainn to himself with a sigh.

“Why does she keep calling him Solomon?” Ritsuka asks King David very quietly.

Ah yeah, shit!

“Mm, good question,” says King David, not missin a fuckin’ beat, “It’s a bit grating. They obviously know each other, and she was once intimate and quite close with my son as well. He was a pinnacle of a man—handsome, intelligent, charismatic. I suppose it’s a bit like calling him ‘Romeo.’ –Our Doctor must remind her of him in that way. I should be insulted at the comparison perhaps, in more ways than one, I mean—he’s my son, after all, but, I like the good Doctor pretty well myself, and given Solomon’s…” He clears his throat. “Uhm, proclivity, for romancing women. With the 700 wives and all his extra concubines, well. I can’t really argue he doesn’t deserve to become a term of something in regards to romance. That’s his own fault. The real question is more if that’s a compliment-compliment, or a very backhanded one…”

Doctor Archaman, who has heard all this, looks like he wants to die.

The Queen of Sheba looks deeply confused, and Da Vinci taps her on the shoulder and whispers something for a moment.

“…Ah,” says the Queen of Sheba, “It was a compliment,” she adds to Ritsuka and King David, “The Doctor is very wise.”

Kind David shrugs. Doctor Archaman does not look any less like he wishes lighting would emerge from the sky to strike him dead immediately.

“Okay well that’s all sweet and I guess a little reassuring,” says Da Vinci, patting the Queen of Sheba on the shoulder as she steps back, “But uh. On to things that actually matter, how the hell am I supposed to build the Shadow Border again in under three days, with no materials? I built that thing over months and months, with a lot of help, and the best resources a girl could get, and even then, it wasn’t easy.”

“No,” agrees the Queen of Sheba, moving away from the doctor to talk to Da Vinci, “And you’ll have to pilot it yourself. But think about it! It’s not impossible. Emiya can replicate anything he’s ever seen and studied.”

“But he hasn’t,” says Da Vinci.

“No, but you have. We just need to sync you two up, and give him your memories. So long as we keep that link going, and you oversee, he can make it for you,” says the Queen of Sheba excitedly.

Da Vinci considers this. “…Damn, that might actually work.” She starts to look kind of excited. “No, you’re right! She’s right—this could—someone get me a chalk board or some papers—something! Right now!!”

Everyone starts fumbling and looking around. Doctor Archaman reaches into his pockets with the pleased face of a man who knew carrying a pocket notebook would pay off, and comes back aghast to remember he’s wearing the stupid slutty little V-neck his father picked out and not his lab coat with the notebook. Shit, do I have anything the lady could use? Uh…Shoot. Uhm…

“Here!” calls someone from the crowd. A girl with long brown hair and a cut someone has bandaged on her arm, sprints through the ranks and produces a pretty sizable sketchpad and an assortment of pens and pencils.

“Thank you!” says Da Vinci excitedly, “Here, hold this!”

She shoves it back into the girl’s arms, open now, like she’s a podium stand, and starts writing on it while the poor girl awkwardly complies and goes rigid, trying to hold it for her.

“Okay, so—the issue usually is you can’t move a reality marble, because it doesn’t occupy true space. Now, the thing Miss—what do you like to be called? Queen? Sheba? Makeda?” asks Da Vinci.

The Queen of Sheba shrugs. “Sheba is fine for now.”

Da Vinci nods and goes right back to drawing a really complex looking chart. “-the thing Sheba said to make—the Shadow Border? It’s a transport vehicle,” she explains, looking at Doctor Archaman, who comes over to study the chart with her, hand to his chin, “But not a customary one. It’s meant to travel sliding between realities, through void space.”

“Isn’t that…impossibly dangerous?” asks Doctor Archaman.

“Oh, we’re well past that,” says Da Vinci happily, “We’ll all die in three days if we fail anyway, so in for a penny. Anyway! It traverses through the reverse side of the world, the sea of imaginary numbers—uh, in layman’s terms—” she mercifully adds to the rest of us, “Think of that like…the reality marble, the inverted, internal landscape, of the entire world itself. –And doing that, you can re-materialize anywhere, because what you do is erase yourself from existence, essentially, while maintaining a proof you exist so you don’t actually die, and then transform back from a theoretical existence, to a physical one, at whatever anchor coordinates you chose.”

“Like teleportation in execution, but since you’re using realities that already exist to genuinely traverse the space, you’d cheat things like boundaries and magecraft, that otherwise would stop you,” says Doctor Archaman in fascination.

“Exactly! It’s like what you did—removing yourself into this marble so that, as technically you aren’t ‘in reality’ at all anymore, you can’t be erased from reality. Only, instead of a stationary jump, it is made to move.”

“Can you jump from a reality marble into void space?” asks Doctor Archaman.

Da Vinci shrugs. “Actually, it should be easier than leaving reality. Void space is essentially the reality marble of the world. Instead of having to make jump from reality to the reverse side, which is quite a jump, the initial entering of the sea of imaginary numbers should be easier, as we’re already in a place between realities and sealed off from the world. The only really dangerous jump will be re-entering reality at Chaldea, but since you’ve got a solid anchor point and know exact coordinates it should, in theory, work.”

Doctor Archaman studies the charts she’s drawing as she circles the last point on it and steps back, and the rest of us move collectively a little closer, trying to see. The human girl who brought the sketch pad looks down, trying to see it from upside-down herself, an some of her hair falls in the way. Da Vinci moves it behind an ear for her without looking up.

“See?” she says, taping a line of equations with a pencil.

“…Yes, although, the idea of depending on a magecraft replicated paper moon created by a heroic spirit who’s never actually seen the original makes me want to throw up a little bit,” agrees Doctor Archaman slowly, “I mean…maybe, maybe, with us all pitching in to help but…”

“It just has to work once,” says Da Vinci, eyes practically glowing, and very sold on this now. “We can do it. One time.”

Doctor Archaman looks at her, looks back at the Queen of Sheba, looks finally to his father, and then turns to Ritsuka.

She’s watching with big eyes, I think like uh, well, me, and some of the others, about half of this gone right over her head, but just the same, when he looks at her, she straightens up and squares her shoulders, and nods.

“Alright,” says the Doctor like he can’t quite believe it, “Let’s get started.”

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“And once it’s been scanned, replicated, and constructed, I and Mozart and Sheba can do the finishing touches, so you can go back to focusing on the reality marble,” says Da Vinci cheerily.

“Oh, is that all,” replies Archer dryly.

He’s still sitting on the rock a little ways from where we came in that he’s been camped out on the whole time, and he looks tired. Usually, I’d enjoy watching him sweat a lot more, but they really aren’t fuckin’ around with the workload on this one.

“Ohhh, you’ll do fine!” encourages Da Vinci, taking his arm and trying to pull him up. He very unhappily obliges, and gets to his feet with a grimace, poor bastard. “The prophet says so! Plus, you’re made for this, right?”

“I’m made for replicating things I’ve seen,” he replies, “Especially if they’re weapons. This is both notably not a weapon, and not a vehicle I’ve ever even seen a picture of, forget seen in person and scanned.”

“That’s where the mind-meld comes in,” says Da Vinci patiently, arms still wrapped around one of his.

This woman is an agent of pure chaos, I think, watching her with a little interest and a little caution. I appreciate that in a woman, but even I am not exactly chomping the bit to do what, to the best of my ability to understand the science, constitutes a jump from inside the closed internal world of a reality marble, to the reverse side of the world itself, by erasing your existence mathematically and then re-establishing it to an anchor point in reality as the worst form of pseudo-teleportation ever conceived. I’ve been killed all kinds of ways, but physically deconstructed to the atom by the universe itself, and denied re-entry, if this goes wrong, ain’t high on my list of fun new ways I’d like to try. No version of vaporized is ever just super fun, and I’ve been dying for most of the last three days. I want one 24 hour fucking break. That really so much to ask??

“Sure,” agrees Archer tiredly, “Which makes it theoretically, in maybe the most horrifying way conceivable, possible. But you’re asking me to use someone else’s memory, to scan an object I don’t specialize in, in their memory via some fucked-up astral projection walk, and then rebuild it physically, while on hour eight, now, of maintaining the entirety of Unlimited Blade Works.”

“You love to complain,” I say automatically despite the fact I actually agree with on this one. It’s just too much more my nature at this point to want to hit him.

He gives me a grimace. “Yes, I’m completely unreasonable and thankless in how I handle my 18 tasks at any given moment. What are you even still doing here? Weren’t you supposed to get sent back to the throne to stop draining my resources?”

“Easy—guys, come on,” says Ritsuka, raising a hand toward each of us, “Cú Chulainn saved us all back in the vault, remember? And Emiya’s working really hard to keep us alive. He can complain if he wants, it’s okay.”

That takes him down like another hour of me ribbing never would have, and he guiltily looks at the kid and exhales.

“It’s fine. If it’s all we’ve got, it’s all we’ve got,” says Archer. He straightens up a little and turns to Da Vinci. “Let’s do it, then.”

She grins.

“One little problem,” says Robin Hood, stepping forward, “We’re all working off one source of mana, yes, but you two don’t actually share a master. Doctor Archaman summoned those two,” he indicates the girls, “But the kid summoned the rest of us.”

“Well, that is unfortunate and does make it harder,” agrees Da Vinci, letting go of Archer for a second, “But we can still do it. We just have to enter a deep state of rapport some other way.” Behind her, Archer gets a look on his face and rubs miserably at an eye. She whips around on him. “Get your mind out of the gutter. Not that one.”

“Thank God,” says Archer.

“You’d probably break concentration on Unlimited Blade Works,” she adds, turning away.

He almost laughs, and I see him give a smile for the first time in a while as he turns and glances at the back of her head.

“So, what did you have in mind?” asks Kotarou.

“Dreams won’t work, obviously,” adds Billy, “Since neither of you can originate one.”

“Really a shame, because that’s easily the easiest way,” observes Da Vinci sadly.

“It’s going to essentially be the world’s worst game of telephone,” says Doctor Romani sadly, tired I guess of everyone else beating around the bush.

“If it would help, we could swap contracts?” suggests Ritsuka worriedly.

“No, I think that would kill him and everyone else,” says Da Vinci, “But it’s sweet of you to offer.”

“Yeah, I did think about that,” says Doctor Romani, turning to her, “But the instability it would cause even temporarily to leave him uncontracted in hour eight of that phantasm, even with the odds for us with his Independent Action, I can’t justify taking the chance.”

She nods.

“The world’s worst game of telephone?” reminds Mozart with evil glee.

“Yeah, uh. Basically, he needs to focus. I have spells that I know that can help, but I’m not his master,” says Doctor Romani, rubbing his head. Maybe I feel worse for him than anyone else here. That guy got steamrolled by the universe and it just keeps coming at him. Man, and I thought the throne hated me. “Memory partition would be ideal, because it would make it so he can completely focus on both this, and Unlimited Blade Works. Even though it admittedly will take a little time to set up, I genuinely think it’s his—our—best bet, because the time and general risk it will lower once it’s up, are much more valuable than even the longest getting a partition going could feasibly take. If he can temporarily memory partition and focus at 100% on both the shadow border, and his phantasm, that’s our best shot at accurate construction and safety, and getting out of here before the what are we at—70 hours and counting, mark?”

He glances at the Queen, who nods.

“If he’s willing, I can cast the spell alright even without being his master,” continues the Doctor, “But it’ll go a lot faster if Ritsuka works with me as a focus. Once we do that, he can have half himself focus on the reality marble, and the other half of him can safely work on the shadow border. The memory is the tricky bit. But, if Da Vinci focuses on it, I can link up with her, share her memory space. Ritsuka and I can link through the crest she gave me well enough with some reinforcement and a little practice, and I can walk her to and through the memories she needs, which she can them pass on to Emiya, who can, with a little tampering of the memories on our part, explore them mentally to scan the border, and then start building.”

“This is insane,” says Emiya genuinely.

Yeah no shit.

“Terrible game of telephone indeed,” says Mozart with fascination, “And you better be careful, because if you pass the message wrong, he’ll make it wrong and we’ll all die on the first jump.”

“Yeah…” says Doctor Romani who clearly wishes he hadn’t said that.

Poor Ritsuka looks terrified.

“Well! I can help you a little,” says Mozart happily, “I’ll set up an area back where we did the summon circle since it’s an easy focus point in here, and I’ll reinforce it to amplify the spells and provide some stability. Don’t worry,” he pats Ritsuka on the shoulder comfortingly as she stares glassy-eyed at the world in front of her, “You’ll do amazing! I took a peek at some of the stuff the inventor Caster is carrying, and I bet she could whip up a mystic code to help you focus, while you’re working on the mental partition and with the doctor.”

“WHEN DID YOU GO THROUGH MY THINGS?!” shrieks Da Vinci, pulling items as far as I can tell right out of the ether around her and tearing through them like a bad PI tossing a house for clues.

“I didn’t take anything,” dismisses Mozart, who is conspicuously now wearing a hat he didn’t have before and is clearly in her colors, “But you really should put locks on your magecraft.”

“Keep your Caster under control!” she says fake angry-tearful to Ritsuka, who I think can’t tell she’s putting on a scene for fun.

“Uh,” manages Ritsuka.

Casters, I sigh internally. “Okay. Burning daylight then. Can you actually make her something to help?”

“Oh, definitely,” says Da Vinci. She finally notices the hat and narrows her eyes at Mozart.

“You had six of them!” he protests, “Plus, you’re packing enough energy to make a temple to yourself for free, become invincible, and create a clone at the same time without your Master even noticing. You don’t need another hat! I mean Territory Creation AND Item Construction rank A?! Please, you’re sneaking EX under the radar by lying about your specs.”

She opens her mouth, closes it, and sadly to the ground says, “But I really like that hat…”

“Mozart, give her her hat back,” sighs Doctor Romani, “It’s the end of the world. Can’t three Casters get along for the next 70 hours? Please?”

Mozart sighs and takes the hat off and throws it at her, materializing his own purple, green, and black hat as he does. She catches her hat with a thud against her gut and gives him a hateful look, but there’s about as much sincerity in it as a sibling stealing food. I think they’re both enjoying this shit.

“Alright. Miss Da Vinci, if you could make something to help Ritsuka, it’d be much appreciated,” says the Doctor, “We shouldn’t need that or the focal point for the partition, but get it done as quick as you can and let us know, in case we have issues. So long as they’re ready before the memory-walk, though, we should be alright. Ritsuka, Emiya, stay here with me. If everyone else could give us a little room?”

“Sure,” says Da Vinci as we back off to give them room, to herself more than to him. “Just like old times…” It’s off, though. Girl’s got a look on her face like she’s remembering someone she loved. Emphasis on the past tense.

Closer to me as we go, I hear Salieri tiredly say, “Why do you feel the need to start conflict with everyone you meet?” to Mozart.

“I don’t!” protests Mozart, “Just other Casters. –You wouldn’t get it, Schatz. It’s a Caster thing. You have to butt heads and mark territory to see if you’ll get along. And she’s trouble, so I think we will, famously.”

Salieri sighs.

“The other Caster’s the hard read,” muses Mozart, hand to his chin, eyeing her from a distance, “I really can’t say what she’s like yet. On the other hand, though, I don’t really care; the woman’s got titties and half, if you know what I mean.” He happily elbows Salieri, who doesn’t even bother looking at him. “She can be however she wants!”

I mean, he’s not wrong. And I enjoy free dinner and a show as much as the next guy most days, but I’m trying to tune their conversation out, because I think I’ve clocked these Casters now to a point of certainty. It was something in the way Da Vinci said ‘old times.’ No…there’s been something about every damn thing that woman, and the Queen, have said, since the moment they got here. They ain’t subtle, and even exhausted, I got eyes. I give Da Vinci a glance, assessing that look that still lingers.

I check back over my shoulder, at Archer and the two humans. Back at her. So, I wonder, taking in the look our other new, equally distracted Caster has on her face like the last piece of a puzzle you didn’t need to see the picture, just a few final details to make it more whole, How does he die?

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Watching Shadow and Bone Season 2: Episode 1 - I am losing braincells fast

Okay, I finally have time. Let's do this.

Firstly, sorry if I miss some visual details, I am watching it on a very legal site that unfortunately has something of a potato quality.

S1 Intros looked better.

Alina is looking around in her pretty little dream sequence like "My Saints, life is so emo right now."

Sasha, my beloved.

Wasting sickness my ass.

And there is Mal, assuring her that Sasha is dead.

Where did Alina get her new fancy dress, if they've been on a ship since the end of S1? And her hair grew a lot for it being just two weeks... sorry, nit picks, but like... her hair was not that long and it doesn't grow all that much in two weeks.

Oh, look, Ketterdam. Surely, Alina will not face any danger of being kidnapped and sold into slavery, despite there being a million kruge bounty on her head last season.

So, what exactly do they think they'll find in Kerch. At least when they were running in the books, they just wanted to get to the frontier to disappear there. But like, you two don't have shit to your name... ah, I'm barely like 2 minutes in and I'm already rambling.

Oh, look, Kaz arranged them fake passports... somehow. While they were all on a ship.

*stop thinking about the details, stop thinking about the details, or you'll drive yourself crazy*

So, when exactly did she decide to go after the Sea Whip? Why does she believe it's real? Fuck, I'm doing it again.

Ah, yes, let's talk about our plans and identities openly in public where anyone can hear us.

Also, love how this is 100% the opposite of book Mal. Kinda unironially. Book!Mal can go die in a ditch.

So, we're sticking to the stange season 1 plot of Alina being some kind of a clairvoyant, huh?

Or, wait, are they in Novyi Zem? I guess they are. Okay, nevermind my first few points, I am an idiot.

I know season 1 did weird time jumps, too, but this is going to be very jarring.

Oh, look, Inej still not scared one bit of Haleen.

And... that's what happens when you leave town for months on a whim. You dunce.

Oh, look, Kaz's backstory.

Not sure how I feel about this weird twist, but sure, let's see where this goes.

I'm sorry, who did they even kill? WTF is that?

I mean, I know Ketterdam kinda sucks, but that went down way too quickly.

And Kaz trying not to lose his shit because he's surrounded by people. Well, at least that's book accurate.

Love how the guy next to Jesper is staring at him like "bro, who you talking to".

Okay, what the fuck is happening.

Oh, look at that, we are not completely ignoring that Kaz and co. got hired to kidnap and sell Alina. Well, her side of the story will, but hey, at least it's not completely glossed over like the fucking maps.

Okay, excuse, what the actual fuck is this? What in the name of hell is Nikolai doing. I am confused and not in a good way. I feel like we're missing... a lot of context. Like, a lot.

Okay, so let me get this straight... the way that they get around the "Crows planned to sell Alina into slavery" plot line is... by retconning it so that Nikolai was behind it all along. For some Saints-forsaken reason. Well, Alina is still dumb as bricks, but okay I guess.

Fjerda made ship-art. Of Darklina. For their bounty poster. (Or is this part of the whole retarded "Aleksander is working with the Fjerdans for some reason" plotline.

My question is where they got the visual reference from since everyone except for Crows and Alina-and-co. got murdered.

Kaz, mentally: Jesper, you idiot.

Wow, look at that. Room like for a queen. Wonder where they got the money from. Definitelly an upgrade from the bed-bug infested group room of the book.

At least take your fucking shoes off you barbarian!

Mal is down for travelling the world. Wow, they really pulled a full 180 on this bitch, huh?

Ew. Just ew.

Thank the Saints for cockblocking fishermen. I will vomit if they go any further.

Kaz, screaming internally: Shut the fuck up Jesper.

Oh, look, we still doing the whole "paying with jewelry got her tracked down" thing. Just, slightly less retarded.

Hold up, are we saying Jesper and Kaz are having the conversation now. Like, come on, they've worked with each other for a long time, there's no way this didn't come up before.

That is way more than 20 seconds, just saying.

Oh, look, another Alina dream sequence.

Okay, so is that like a Tether thing or is she just having prophetic dreams? If it's the Tether, how does Sasha already know what Mal is, they spoke like 2 times. If it's prophetic dreams... why though?

Language barrier? What language barrier?

Ravkan Grisha? Of all places? Is she talking about the pogroms that happened after the Fold expanded? Cause if I understand the timeline correctly, there's no way the news have spread that far, yet.

I mean, even in Novyi Zem, Grisha are not safe, in the books. There might not be society-wide prejudice, but there's also not any protection from, you know, slavers and shit (or at least not enough). Ravkan Grisha might be soldiers, but that's not exactly an uncommon profession in this world.

(calm down. You can rant later)

Please tell me this interaction isn't the reason Alina is going to go "All lives matter" on her Grisha status.

Also, how come the maps are marked in Ravkan? Again, language barrier is not a thing here.

Alina being the most suspicious thief ever.

Also, ehm, what the actual fuck is that map doing?

Wow, look at Alina, definitelly not attracting any attention with her summoning.

Why are these two talking about it... in the library of all places?

Also, I'm pretty sure public libraries with all this quantity of information available to just anyone were not a thing until the early 20th century, which the Grishaverse is most certainly not.

Dear god, this is so dumb.

Who drew that shit that it's so accurate that the people actually recognize her by it? At least when she had the physical collar in the books it made sense why everyone recognized her.

Mal being no less suspicious about asking about this shit.

For some reason, there's First Army here. Is that Bohdan from season 1? Why the fuck is he of all people in Novyi Zem?

I know the plot needs to move forwar, but this is a bit too many coincidences for my taste.

Mal's doing parkour, because we've gone 20 minutes without an action scene and if nothing happens for too long, people will start to question our dumb-fuck narrative choices.

Also, the question stands. Where the fuck did Mal and Alina get their money.

Not that I am a big fan of the King's army, but like... just shoot him. He's gonna hang for desertion, anyway. You had a gun to his head, already.

And look, how much of a badass Mal is, taking down a handful of soldiers of equal training without much trouble.

Really... you're trying to stay hidden and you've just found out there's a massive bounty on your head and you... summon in a square full of people.

I don't know why I'm bothering to use my brain anymore.

Random Zemeni people decide to protect her because... she's a Saint? I guess?

Zemeni people believe in the Saints, I guess.

Okay... let's see if they can at least write a convincing sibling dynamic when they don't intend for those two characters to fuck.

Tamar sounding far too 21st century and that's not how people talk, in general. (I say as if I talk to people).

As much as I love the bounty posters, I do have to say, I don't get how they have such a good drawing on them so quickly.

Why is Inej stealing random people's knives?

They killed Haleen. Off screen.

I mean, I guess that's one way to avoid Inej's absolutely amazing, very important and already ruined by last season revenge moment. However...

I am not saying this just because they changed the story and I know they needed to include them again, since they did last season, but like... I don't trust these writers to do these characters an ounce of justice. Or make up an alternative story that makes even a little bit of sense.

And there's still 20 minutes of an episode left. FML.

Okay, hot take, I liked book!Pekka more. This one is far too much of a cartoon villain and not in a fun way. Kaz was the one for whom it was personal. Pekka was just doing business. So, either Pekka is being pupeteered by someone else (which would make the level of too complex and dumb to work conspiracy way too high. Like, it already is, but this would be over 9000) or they really made Pekka into a cartoon villain who would hunt down one guy for a single (fake) million kruge job.

And just like that, everyone in the room went deaf.

Oh, look, Wylan. He's baby.

Inej somehow got caught sneaking in the shadows. Book!Inej would be disappointed.

Ah, yes, asking a random stranger to help break your boyfriend out of the most secure and shitty prison in all of Kerch, like, right now, something which took a lot of planning and a lot of work in the book.

(stop comparing it to the book, we know it was better, you'll drive yourself crazy)

I think telling them you're innocent when you're being dragged into the cell is... a little pointless?

I am still asking the money question.

And that's Sturmhond's ship, isn't it?

Ew 2.

Dear god, they're still using the fucking pins. They didn't have to. They could have completely avoided it. They didn't have to do it. I feel personally attacked by the inclusion of the pins.

How does Alina not realize the boat people are after her, too, right now, is beyond me. Like... my dude, my lass, nobody is going to put their life on the line for one shitty pin.

Are we getting Sasha. Please tell me we're getting Sasha being the best leader and the best character, please, I need a little bit of common sense before I lose my shit.

So... the first army is doing the sham trials of Grisha. And Aleksander is going to save them. And he's still the villain and not the monarchy. Okay. Sure.

Is that Genya?

Tell me, if this is what happens, how in the hell is she going to join Alina, who is supporting the King.

Please, tell me the show is gonna go for a "Fuck the monarchy" twist.

The First army is laughing as they're preparing to murder a bunch of innocent people. I think it's only fair that I cheer on once Sasha and the Nichevoya tear them to bits.

It's Sasha to the rescue!!!!! Hell yeah.

Now that is a hero's entrance. Moi Soverennyi!

Ah, yes, time to catch up.

Oh, look, Alina being a dumb bitch finally but her in the ass.

Well, not really, we know it's Nikolai, but Saints I wish it did.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #shadown and bone season 2 #review #grishaverse #long post #took me 2 and a half hours to get through a 1 hour episode because it's so bad

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vinxwatches · 1 year ago

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watching disenchantment season 2

ok, setting up the story with the king, now what will they be doing with bean?

huh, moms reflections disappeared when the water was hit. makes me think she's not really there. something like an illusion can be seen in waving water as it's too hard to figure out how it should reflect.

"make dreamland great again" ok that made me to a dry spittake (it's like a spittake, except you got nothing in your mouth to spit out). we're getting extremely political here. like that's just condemning trump, now way to avoid it.

damn, that's a horrible way to go. if you're lucky you'll run out of air quick.

i mean obviously that wasn't going to be how we'd get rid of the first real villain, but damn would it be great if she died.

ok, that's a lot of honestly on the nature of witchhunts.

oh, luci is whistling the elves song, and elfo is pulling pranks. it seems like they're going to do some cool shit with those two.

oh damn they are just killing of major side character at present. like they had the chance to return to a level of status quo, but no, the story is moving forwards. would love it if the pirate queen stuck around.

the forest sign is always a fun joke.

don't like mixing settings too much, but i would love to see bean do well in steamworld.

random note about something in the first season but i never took the time to properly appreciate their hell. it's not eternal torture. sure, there's some, but the real hell is having to experience the worst part of your life over and over and over again, being forced to dwell on it forever. now this requires a mind that would dwell on it, but of those that do little could be worse.

man bean can be very oblivious to romance. i'm sure that started headcannons of things like ace or aro. this isn't critique of such headcannons btw. those groups so very rarely get explicit representation so headcannon is the only way to go. i means lesbians do get such representation yet i'll still headcannon bean as missing hints from guys because of being gay, only slightly inspired by posts i saw in the past.

one trope i hate is magic is just science. it makes it so magic is limited by technology, it has hard borders, it can't grow, it forces magic into the structure of science. and at the same time it tends to remove the logic of science, if science is responsible for magic it can't follow the logic we know. luckily, this isn't that. a think i like is magic is a part of science just like any other part of the world. instead of forcing magic into the structure of science it forces science into the structure of magic. it's not that magic has the be ordered or have defined boundaries, instead this is using a lens of realism in a good way. if you live in a world with magic then people would want to learn about it just like people in a world with chemistry want to learn about that. people will try to learn about it, how to use it and how to use it reliably. magic can be as hard or as soft with or without rules, this is about how people act towards it and i love it. this isn't that either. instead it's magic is science we don't understand yet. this is just reality. your pain goes away when you chew on willow bark or "tea" brewed from it? until you figure out neurons and painkillers it's clearly magic, yet it's just everyday stuff to us now. now i hate this when it makes magic less impressive, but magic in this show has always felt more like super chemistry (it functions like chemistry, but it's effects are way more extreme) instead of magic, so i think it works here.

Elfo making friend in the freakshow is really nice.

ok, bean is oblivious to romance even by my standards

i'm very interested too where they are going with lucy. is he going to continue his arc of being more good? and damn the king has it rough. being aware of going crazy? that has got to be one of the worst things that can happen to you.

oh, that's a twist. remember that bit block about magic? yea, turns out i may have been wrong.

gosh i hope this romance is for real. if it is it's really well done.

"when does scurvy kick in" today in questions you should never ask yourself. also 3 months without vitamin C. so don't go without fruit for a long time. if you do and you start taking vitamin C again you'll make a full recovery in 2 weeks. this has been a PSA, i guess.

man, so many double meanings. and that better not be the last of her.

ok, mother daughter moment between oona and bean is amazing. i mean i wouldn't add drugs to the mix, but i also wouldn't add alcohol or smokes, and many other people would, and i fail to see a difference between alcohol and drugs (alcohol is a drug after all) and can help some people.

oh, we're "eh tu brutus"ing this? oh, more then i expected at the start... oh shit, i know how brutus'll be. oh, that plan was even worse in a way.

oh, the border is like the dutch belgium border (very niche joke. so highways in the netherlands are exceptionally smooth compared to those in belgium. you can literally feel the change as the ride goes from smooth to bumpy or vice versa. their roads are way better lit though.)

damn, that felt like a filler episode. but a very good one. s2ep8

they got the most important part of a siege correct: make sure people don't starve. walls generally mean people can't get in, that they can be held off, even with much smaller numbers (100 to 1 could be withstood), but both sides would try to starve the other. inside could stock up on food, but outside to get more.

didn't know if they would ever get here. but i'm happy they did. becoming queen, the end of the long arc of struggling for the ability to have any control. now i hope she's actually able to stop whatever is coming. if she can't and has to leave to get help then sure we'll have some drama in the realm of "i was in charge but i failed" but i think actually having her able to complete that one arc would be a lot more interesting. instead of self doubt it would be a weight of responsibility, and i think seeing bean deal with that would be a lot more interesting. the title of the next episode, "Bean Falls Down", doesn't instil me with confidence though.

they payoff to the green smoke is... not great. but lets see where they go with it.

that certainly makes the dress she's wearing fit. and damn they sure love getting everyone in peril and split up at endings to parts. also Luci's death and end are amazing.

oh, the intro promises bean with weapons, would love to see that more.

at least she's not a willing damsel in distress. it's always fun when you don't know who's going to save who.

no matter what that was a plan subverted. supposedly everything up to now was one big plan, or at least a lot was, but this was 100% a plan subverted, a true win.

and damn that's a neat new hook. sadly this time no lesbian lover i fear, but i (always) hope i'm wrong on that.

well you don't have to call me out for watching a cartoon at midnight... also it's not midnight (that'll take like 80 minutes)

damn, that's a neat way of resolving some old arcs. but wait, we never got bean with a bow? did this episode go trough some big revisions?

anything chaz is always sinister yet actually good. and it's such a funny running gag. wholesome, in a creepy way.

interesting change for Zog, would love to see where it goes

oh, that throw away joke was foreshadowing wasn't it. the show is rather good about it. and no i won't tell what i'm referring too so now every throw away joke is suspect in your head :P

the conflict was... meh, but the things it set up are very neat.

oh those two ruling together? this'll last for about a minute.

oh how testicles can fuck up your ability to sing. threaten to cut them off? don't threaten me with a good time.

seriously with the amount of secret tunnels in the castle and the rock it's a miracle there's still any rock.

oh, that's not the water creature i was expecting, i was hoping the return of Mora (not off the table yet) but these are creepy little fucks.

oh, yea, they'd all be fucking dead.

also if you ever have to repare to swim with clothes: lose as many clothes as possible; you wearing a vest or skirt that's easy to take of? TAKE THEM OFF. ESPECIALLY take off your shoos. they are heavy and restrict movement of the Most important body part while swimming.

please don't let this be a "she gets distracted from the real problem by romance" plot. just let her have something nice, please? oh, seems like not the plot, and instead a message that's the EXACT OPPOSITE... nice. also "there's never a right time for romance"... do you really have to call me on my bs of "i'll wait till i start hrt"? common, it's not fair if my escapism is calling me out. oh, so many twists. romance gets more complicated, a new addition to the plot, and what we learn will be a twist for the characters in the future.

the dream element of dreamland has really grown on me. it started feeling a bit contrived, but they use it interestingly. "it's not what you want, it's what you deserve" oh fuck that is so good. kind of like the end of raiders of the lost arc, but with much more interesting parts to it. it's literally karma juice

oh, OH, that's a good twist on what the dream is doing. but why is she her mom? fucking hell she needs therapy. serious vibes of "this could kill me, but eh fuck it it may not"

the intro promises something good. bean working trough some serious shit with her unconcious. the title, "bean falls apart" not so much. and it's a finally, which so far have always ended bad. serious fear for the show: it end on one of those bad endings and then gets cancelled. and the plot continues to thicken. it could be good for one person, but fuck man. honestly this is a series i want to end. not because it's bad or getting worse, but because i want a good ending to happen. i just want things to work out. like even the extremely slow moving plots are fine but there's just so much worry it won't get the good ending the characters deserve. everyone grew so much and i just want them to be happy.

#disenchantment season 2 #disenchantment

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chidoroki · 1 year ago

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Tokyo Revengers S3EP1

aka: city wide brawling

So the OP song is the same as last season but the visuals changed? I'm not too bothered by it but I would've loved another great song. The boys already looking so good too. Very excited to see more of Smiley and Angry and hopefully I can learn their names properly now.

Aww, Emma looked so pretty in that one shot.

Oh, that one captain of Toman whom I dunno the name of.. does he switch sides? That scene of him getting up from the chair with that pissed off look on his face ain't giving me good vibes.

I'm like 95% certain that Inui eventually cooperates with us while Koko doesn't and that moment with the both of them with the former disappearing from the latter's side sorta reinforces that idea in my mind.

Oh, yup, that Toman captain (Yasuhiro. I was good and looked him up) joins Tenjiku, with Sanzu right behind him too I think. I guess I should've seen that coming, which means Toman loses its fifth division captain and vice captain.

This fight looks insane already. My boy Chifuyu putting in work, Inui looking so unbothered while kicking ass and Kakucho nailing Takemichi with a heavy hit oh my god.. and that moment of Izana running up on Mikey with crazy eyes is definitely creepy.

I try my best to avoid spoilers, honestly, but Mikey and Izana have some sorta history, don't they? like, family related or whatever. And I'm so not looking forward to what may happen with Emma, if it happens this season.

Anyways, lemme actually start this episode.. and we're starting right where we left off, thank god.

“Takemichty, your mind can't even begin to fathom me.” Bro, my mind can't comprehend you either and I hate it. How can Kisaki just jump around to different gangs and reach an authority status so easily, like the hell is so special about you dude?

Hanma riding in on a bike sporting purple leopard patterns.. what an icon.

YO! Mochizuki! Can you not drag my precious boy like that?? And toss him through the air like a sack of potatoes?? I hope Chifuyu kicks his ass during the upcoming battle.

Tenjiku is already brawling with Toman's second division somewhere else? That's Mitsuya's division, yea? Oh dear.

Ain't no way the twins come rushing in by running over all the Tenjiku members with their bikes!! Seeing Smiley all happy like that is hilarious!

Angry doesn't play around, holy shit, his punches are deadly!

Okay okay, so Angry is Souta and Smiley is Nahoya, but if even their intros call 'em by their nicknames I just might do the same, although that'll just lead me to forget their real ones quicker.

Ah damn, so the twins had beef with Mocchi way before their Toman days huh? Alright, either one of them can get revenge on that dude. That's fine.

The twins are insane but I love them already. Well, I know they've been around since the first season, but finally seeing them more is great.

“What if Kisaki can also travel through time?” I'm not completely certain about him but I do know Takemichi isn't the only one capable of doing so at least.

Oohhh Takemichi is through playing games. That's such an angry and determined face!

I know it won't ever happen, but the fact that killing Kisaki has never been brought up as a viable option to stop this chaos is incredible.

Yuuupp, I knew Mitsuya was involved in that brawl happening far away, but at least he's landing a couple nice hits on Mocchi.

Okay what the fuck Ran?? Knocking Mitsuya down with a damn cement block. What cheap stunt.

“Sorry about the cheap shot.” OH well at least he's self aware!!!

I've seen how loved the Haitani brothers are so I'm interested to find out why, though I don't think causing harm to Toman is ca contributing factor..

Mhhhmm I know nothing about Shion aside from this little scene that was teased in trailers but he's intense.. and apparently he was the ninth gen leader of Black Dragon. That's terrifying.

I got a feeling the info the twins forced outta those two Tenjiku dudes was just bait, because if Kakucho is there then that's certainly not good.

I mean, it's nice he sent the swarm of Tenjiku guys away, but I doubt Kakucho is gonna struggle fighting a 1v4 either.

“First Division’s Captain means you’re the toughest of all of you, right?” “Uh, actually, that’s not really true. He fights with his kindness, not his fists.” Glad Chifuyu said what everyone was thinking.

Crazy to think all these fights are happening everywhere between Toman and Tenjiku while Manjiro and Inaza are just chilling by the sea..

So.. they didn't already know each other? Odd. Perhaps they don't remember one another?

That punch of Takemichi's really knocked down Kakucho so hard he's having a serious flashback.. or Takemichi is anyways.

Wait a damn minute, they knew each other in second grade?? Hello???

“You were my hero.” Another one huh?

“Beware of a traitor.” Well thanks to the OP I got a hunch on who two might be. Maybe.

#tokyo revengers #episode reaction

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prettytanuki · 1 year ago

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s02ep00 of Mushoku Tensei

This episode feels like a side-story. Not as good as MT season 1 but I guess you should watch if you want to watch season 2.

Spoilers & my thoughts on the episode below.

So the episode starts with a royalty talking about cake with her guards, except cake is codeword for tits, because this is mushoku tensei and all roads lead to perv.

Then we see Sylphy getting teleported into the sky and we're reminded that, yeah, this would kill most people normally.

So how the fuck does she survive this? What does this have to do with that princess? Is she just going to fall on a tree and they'll help her or something?

And then all of sudden a huge pig goes rampage and brutally kills one guard... wait what.

What's up with this pig all of sudden? Where did it came from. Why does it decide to go on rampage the exact moment Sylphy is falling down in the sky? In hindsight, was it that water spell she tried to use earlier and almost drowned in it?

So as it seems that the other guard is actually fucking dead, and the second guard is prepared to die and tells the princess to gtfo, maybe... just maybe... this pig is the real deal, so I guess Sylphy will kill the pig, the princess will be like "hurray" and the story continues from there. The only problem is how is she going to land.

What the fuck? HER HAIR JUST TURNED WHITE? SHE JUST PULLED A KANEKI???? I was wondering who the hell was that guy white haired elf at the end of first season and it was JUST HER WITH WHITE HAIR???

This was dirty. Dirty and cheap. Can't believe I fell for that.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???

ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW??? SHE JUST... FALLS RIGHT IN THE EXACT SPOT LOL

Okay this was awful. I guess it solves the issue of how it happens but holy shit this was awful. This is some looney tooneys shit.

Okay so the princess takes Sylphy in on the condition that she wears these glasses... I guess that explains where the glasses come form but... why tho...? Is it the eye color? I guess that must be it because I can't imagine it being anything else. I don't really remember eye color being that important though. I thought it was the hair color.

Messy writing aside I gotta say this looks pretty badass. Sunglass white-hair elf ftw!

Some royal bullshit happens in the ball. Silent Fitz, huh? I guess that explains how she maintained low-profile despite having no court training. Was Sylphy an elf...? I don't really remember. I think she was supposed to be a demon, so she's pretending to be an elf.

Fitz seems traumatize. I guess that makes sense considering this is MT.

I guess that makes sense but I was sort of imagining she would just keep "Fitz" around for herself and make no effort in finding her family.

Wow a theater scene. Crazy to think people watched these before animes were invented.

So it sounds like the princess was just trying to get people to search for Fitz' family but the other royals misinterpreted that as her training to raise to the throne... or was she????

A fat bastard noble with a collared sex slave??? This is so cliché.

But I love it.

I'm sorry, what are they saying? I can't concentrate on the words.

"We will not nip the buds, but reap the one who sows them."

Okay, so ur gonna kill her. Why not just say that, explicitly and in plain English, you fatass smirking bastard.

I was so focused on that perv noble I forgot about this other perv noble. ARE YOU GUYS ALL PERVERTS???

RUN FITZ RUN!!!

oh no.

Oh, she's actually one of the decent ones. She wasn't going to attack Fitz. She, just like she said, was just going to sleep on the bed, together, and never had any plans for otherwise. That makes sense.

What a nice emotional scene deepening the relationship between two girls, I'm so glad nothing perverted is goi

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! NO!!! NOOOO!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Blushing Fitz is a cutie.

Oh fuck no. You in bed and open your eyes and a stranger is standing there? This stuff gives me nightmares!

It's an assassin!

Fitz can fight hurray!

Wait a sec... that's fat bastard's girl. She looks smaller than I thought. Why is she an assassin. That doesn't make sense.

*fighting ensues*

Cool moves!

What did she do.

WHAT DID SHE DO???

I mean it looks like she just pushed the assassin with her two hands but honestly that's some SLOW assassin if she just let Fitz attack her full of opening like that.

And blast!

And...

NOOOO!!! FAT BASTARD'S GIRL!!! What the fuck!!!

Why would you do that for, Fitz??? JUST CAPTURE HER ALIVE! Needs an interrogation scene!!!

Is that so? Is she part of the dark guild? Because I'm pretty sure I saw this in Cheat Skill already.

I hope she survived the fall.

I'm glad there was poison in the blade. Sick of half-assed assassins who won't even coat their blades in poison.

So with the assassination the princess leaves for "studies" abroad, which means Fitz goes to magic school, and that connects to how she sent Rudeus a message at the end of last season. That makes sense, I guess.

WHY ARE THEY CLIMBING MOUNTAINS LIKE THAT??? JUST GET A CARRIAGE OR SOMETHING! You telling me the princess of a kingdom can't even get a proper transportation to cross the mountain range?

Okay, fine I don't really know a lot about how royalty works, iirc the average royalty was way poorer than what it looks like in a fantasy show because they only reigned over small domains but surely there is fancier way to travel through a mountain than three people in capes, right? no idea what it would be tho

#mushoku tensei #mushoku tensei s2 #anime #summer 2023 #mushoku tensei season 2 episode 0

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moon-ursidae · 2 years ago

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THE MANDALORIAN 3x06 SPOILERS

i’m caught up! didn’t think i would tonight but here we are!

i’ve seen some heavy spoilers for this ep already :/

so i know some of what’s coming

more darksaber focus in the “previously” hmm

god they really have just been setting shit up that bo-katan is gonna get the darksaber back and rule the mandalorians

last episode really propelled that one

idk i’m just kinda annoyed at this point

this season is just- ugh idk

i’m just gonna shut the fuck up about it until the episode is over

or when it’s relevant to the episode

empire ship??

WOAH THE WAY THAT TANK DRAINED WAS FUCKIN SICK

THAT’S A WHOLE STAR DESTROYER??

OH???? I WAS WONDERING WHEN THESE 2 WOULD SHOW BACK UP

AHHHHHHHH

omg the drama of this romance

guns for hire OOOOOOOOO THIS INTRO GOES HARD

i like that bo’s formed a relationship w grogu but that also makes me scared

like there’s so many things that make me think that something is gonna happen to din…

all of these major plot points being given to bo katan?? bad news bears man

god din is so attractive

i’m still shocked when i hear his name

like it’s still insider info to me

JACK BLACK AND LIZZO OH MY FUCKING GOOOOOOODDDDDDD

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

IAVSKABSKEBFKXBZKZVAOSVSKSBAL

i know lizzo was GEEKING being able to hold grogu

she’s gorgeous

jack black is having a week huh? fuckin good for him he deserves it

droid problem?

god i love jack black he’s so silly

“progrum” HAHAHAHAHAHA

BATTLE DROIDS?

din may fuck shit up if that’s the case

this feels so fucking video game-y

grogu do be lovin the scritches

GOD THE DIN DJARIN HEAD TILT™️ SO HOT

“you had me at battle droids” i knew he was gonna fuck shit up

HOLD ON I JUST HEARD “these droids” AND PAUSED IS THAT FUCKING CHRISTOPHER LLOYD

OH MY GOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD

IT’S FUCKING CHRISTOPHER LLOYD

the music from season 2 UGH so good

the fucking seperatist droids oh my god there’s so much history with these droids and din and bo

UGNAUGHTS???

DIN ASKING ABOUT THEM TOO UUGGHHHH

KUIIL I MISS YOU

if nobody hates droids, din djarin has left this realm.

one thing about din djarin? he’s gonna look damn good in an elevator

i’m gonna fucking cry if nick nolte voices any of these ugnaughts

“i am mandalorian din djarin, friend of ugnaught kuiil. you will answer our qustions and help us with our task. i have spoken.” I HAVE SPOKEN😭😭😭😭😭😭

THE WAY THEY IMMEDIATELY LISTEN AT THE MENTION OF KUIIL 😭😭😭😭

the voice of this ugnaught is SO FAMILIAR.

it’s pissing me off that i can’t name the actor

the practical effects are fucking awesome

it’s gonna piss me off that i can’t name that voice actor

ANYWAY

god the lights reflecting off of din’s armor is so sexy and will never not be sexy

BATTLE DROIDS SINCE THE CLONE WARS??? SO HIS HOME WORLD WAS ATTACKED AFTER???

din’s gonna fuck around and find out huh?

HOLY SHIT HE DEFINITELY FOUND OUT

HE GOT HIS SHIT ROCKED

that’s concussion # what now?? like 60?

THE SOUND OF THE DROID HITTING THE BESKAR HAHA

now THIS is the bounty hunting shit i missed

THAT LOOKED A LOT LIKE R2D2???

PLEASE THE WAY HE DOVE THROUGH THE WINDOW??? HE’S SO CRAZY I LOVE HIM SO MANY

THE LIGHTING IS FUCKING GORGEOUS

THIS IS THE BOUNTY HUNTING SHIT THAT I’VE MISSED OH MY GOD

this is also so obi-wan and anakin coded

plz din is so stubborn i love him

YOU CAN’T TAKE THE BOUNTY HUNTER OUT OF HIM I LOVE IT

this is literally an rpg game. there’s side quests to side quests and quest steps to quest steps

this is just becoming an episode of criminal minds: star wars edition

DARKSABER DARKSABER DARKSABER DARKSABER DARKSABER DARKSABER

THE MUSIC CUE AHHHH

THIS IS LITERALLY JUST AN EPISODE OF CRIMINAL MINDS HAHAHA

CHRISTOPHER LLOYD TEA TEA TEA

SEPERATIST??

COUNT DOOKU??

AHHHHHHH

YES MORE JACK BLACK AND LIZZO HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

SHE’S SLAYING

OH MY GOD GROGU HELPING HER😭😭😭

the difference between axe at the beginning seperating lovers meanwhile din and bo are helping these two lovers is so good

DIN DJARIN OF CONCORDIA?????

CRYING CRYING CRYING CRYING

HIS FULL TITLE I’M YELLING

KNIGHTHOOD FOR GROGU YEAAAAAAAA

oh god here we go

the gurls are fighting 👀

damn she rocked his ass

oh he’s pissed goddamn

this is crazy

wait is the knee slide in this episode?? i know kate was talkin about it in an interview but idk if it’s this ep

not this fight i guess

that was a cool fight sequence tho!!

here we go about who is the actual leader and who has the fucking darksaber

he’s gonna give her the darksaber isn’t he?

HE IS EVERY BIT THE MANDALORIAN THAT THEY WERE YUUUP YUUP YUUP LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

“then she shall have it” I FUCKING KNEW IT.

“would it not belong to her?” i-

ANYWAY

DIRECTED BY BRYCE DALLAS HOWARD YUUUUUUP YUUUUP YUUUUP SHE SLAYS EVERY TIME

i’m gonna do a whole seperate post about some of my other thoughts bc i have MANY.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian season three spoilers #the mandalorian 3x06 spoilers

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kiss2012 · 6 months ago

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finale thoughts

im done making excuses for this kim and marisol plotline it’s so dumb. they did the marisol break-up off-screen so idk why she had to be here this season at all.

devin kelly deserved better than this…she did the best with what she could but this never should’ve happened at all i can think of a thousand different ways to have done this. we didn’t even get any more shannon flashbacks. we could have seen how they met or gotten flashbacks of her life separate from eddie…

buck and eddie scene is so crazy. and i can’t believe buck didn’t even get the chance to go in and talk to chris THAT MAKES ME SO SICK also thinking about how he chose to call his grandparents instead of buck this time. and it’s like. i think it’s partly because he knew they’d take his side over eddie’s, and he thought buck would take eddie’s side

at least eddie looks beautiful.

what goes on through his brain tho 😭 the happy selfie with kim???? while he was mentally going through it?????

I LOVE HEN AND IM SAD ABOUT MARA

fuck off i hate this athena plotline. u know what if it had been amir he’d be justified. like angela bassett is slaying but yikes.

ohhhh but athena bringing back her past and how she’s connected to amir is good

MADDIE HAN 🩷 i did think they would both hyphenate maddie and chimney buckley-han but since we have jee buckley-han i love this <3

the cartel thing is dumb i can’t believe they got rid of the grant-nash family home (hugely important thing for bobby and athena) and the culprit is the cartel 🙄

girl bobby’s awake already??? he was barely in a coma i expected more from this???

i don’t care about tommy’s daddy issues or lack thereof.

fear im becoming a tommy hater actually. i liked him in 7x03, was fine with him in 7x04-7x05, was not a big fan in 7x06, was even less of a fan in 7x09, but now im actively annoyed…

the daddy kink scene???? 😭 made me cringe tbh. respect to those of you who feel like you’re winning but in my book this is out-of-place and out-of-pocket for the moment buck was trying to share something. genuine and heartfelt. and tommy. was there. and said that. ok. they also had no chemistry in that scene. sorry.

omg im SO MAD about this eddie plotline

MAY 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 thank god you’re here. and im so glad harry’s here too. this was a good scene.

buck christopher scene this is not a drill….

don’t think i would call helena and ramon “awesome grandparents” but ok buck.

EDDIE 😭😭😭😭😭😭

i want to bang my head into the wall why couldn’t they have just said “for the summer” he’s staying with his grandparents “for the summer” WHY DID THEY DO THIS

he could have stayed with pepa??

why did they bring back abuela for the wedding and not for this??

not a single carla mention huh

trying to convince myself that chris going to texas is the 911 version of rory staying with her grandparents in gilmore girls season 6 and like that storyline it will be terrible to watch but in a compelling way because eventually they reunite and everything’s great

but this isn’t helping to console me cause the two situations are different and the 911 one DIDNT NEED TO HAPPEN AND IM MAD

madney taking mara in is the sweetest

i love amir

ok but can bobby please say he also admires amir and that amir should get to build a life also????

ravi <33333333

why did they bring back gerard that’s the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard it makes no logical sense that man should be dead or retired by now

well. i wouldn’t really hate this episode if not for the eddie stuff as that makes me blind with rage (and if they had just said FOR THE SUMMER it would’ve been a tiny bit better). the bathena stuff had its highs and lows mostly lows. don’t appreciate how amir was treated for this storyline. madney slayed. mara didn’t deserve this and neither did henren or denny. buck’s stuff was…ok i guess….his scenes with christopher and eddie and the 118 were great his scene with tommy was bad he for some reason did not get one single moment in bobby’s room??? no one did??? we got one shot of eddie reading from the prayer book and not even the scene??

bad finale. terrible finale. it’s going to the very bottom of my ranking even below s1 and s6.

hm i need to take a moment to reflect. do i regret this month and a half long obsession with 911 now. i dont. but i do wish half of my month hadn’t been devoted to me being unable to stop thinking about the next ep and the next ep

like if i had known this was the endgame i don’t think i would have obsessively watched as much as i did. maybe i would’ve been able to focus on other things for more than an hour at a time

however before i was like Oh My God How Will I Survive The Hiatus and now at least im like yeah im done now peace out going to watch all the vids and fics i have saved and then i will have moved on

im also funnily enough still halfway through a rewatch LOL. which i think i will complete because i am just watching fave eps/skipping what idc about. so. now to go back to season 3. and to an actually good eddie plotline (eddie begins)

#this is soooo long #911 lb

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aprillikesthings · 2 months ago

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So I actually have a (...very overdue) physical/pap smear in a week

And now I'm wondering if I need to go through the hassle of getting properly diagnosed with depression or whatever to get back on wellbutrin or if I can just like, ask

Like "hey can we just do informed consent model on this. In my 20's and 30's I took wellbutrin off and on for years, I know what it can and can't help me with, I know what side effects I get and how to handle them. My ADHD/executive function sucks assssss and I can't bump up my adderall dosage because it only increases my side effects*, and we're about to go into Dark Season and I swear to god every January I self-isolate so bad it's scary and ALSO I'm like 99% sure I'm going into perimenopause and it's making my brain worse. so uhhhhh can you just.....write me an Rx for wellbutrin 150mg extended release or what"

I mean I could lie and say I started smoking again and need the wellbutrin to quit, maybe? hm

(I actually did not know wellbutrin was used for that for ages, but tbh it only has that effect on me at 300mg, and at that dosage I am lying in bed with nausea like multiple days a week for the first couple of months and uhhh no thanks) (that was worth it the year I was nearly suicidal don't get me wrong--as I said to a friend "yeah I'm still in bed all day but at least it's not because I kinda want to die, so it's still an improvement lol")

"have you tried SSRI's" only lexapro. but that, family history, and the time I tried strattera have informed me that if a SSRI/SNRI has the side effect of "killing your libido," then that medication will, in fact, entirely kill off my libido. and quite frankly I would only take a medication with that side effect if my choice was that or like, actual death. I greatly enjoy my libido and orgasms are a consistent source of stress relief and dopamine for me and I am not giving them up if I can avoid it thank you

OH ALSO AHAHAH can't wait to mention "hey I had my first ocular/visual migraine two weeks ago"

So there I was at work this last week, and I got back from break and was like, why does it look like I looked at something too bright but only in that part of my eyes. Huh that's not going away. WOW THAT LOOKS WEIRD AS FUCK. WAIT.

WHAT IS THAT

AM I HAVING A STROKE????

Nope! Scintillating scotoma (which is also the name of my new band! /jk)

Tl;dr: it's possible to have the "aura" part of a migraine without having ....literally any other symptom of a migraine, especially as you get into perimenopause. Happens to like, 1.3% of the population.

The wikipedia page I linked above is great and has several animations/images. But imagine seeing this:

in your field of vision but like, WIGGLING LIKE CRAZY, and it gets bigger and bigger until it disappears, and all within like, half an hour.

I am very glad that googling got me to the right answer really fast, and I'm also glad that every website about it is like "hey if it's visible in both eyes and you're not having other migraine symptoms and it's gone within an hour, this is not a big deal and you'll be fine."

Once I wasn't worried about it and it wasn't in a spot that made it hard to read, it was actually kind of cool???

(and then I wonder why I'm fascinated by hallucinogens, lol.)

But yeah I posted about it to facebook and that's when I found out that multiple of my friends also have these. One said she gets it once a year.

My mom had disabling migraines of the kind that made her cry from the pain, so if all I've inherited of them is "you get to see weird shit in your vision once a year," I'll take it.

Also I know my doctor is gonna tell me it's time for my first mammogram and oh lordy I do not want to. Having firm tits is great up until someone has to fucking squeeze them between flat plates of glass. >:( I just know they're gonna be like "huh your tits are too dense and we can't see shit" cool cool breast cancer doesn't run in my family but endometrial cancer does can we worry about that instead, fuck

(*okay but for real. I do not have bipolar and I have never done cocaine. but lemme tell you. I know what "pressured speech" feels like, because that's what happens when I try a higher dose of adderall and/or take mine twice by accident. and I do not like it. I already have enough trouble shutting up (lol just look at this post) omg.)

ugghhhhh

"gee, I don't know why I'm so tired. I don't know why I'm struggling with basic tasks that I'm usually fine with. I don't know why my body is constantly exhibiting signs of a lot of stress. I don't know why I either can't sleep or sleep too much. I don't know why I'm not enjoying things I usually enjoy. I don't know why it feels like my ADHD meds aren't working. I don't know why--"

oh ffs

I literally looked at that list and thought "how could I be depressed, my life is fine???" as if I don't know that that's not how it fucking works

then again it could be perimenopause?????

either way I should. probably ask to be on wellbutrin again or something.

UGGGHHHHHH

#my life

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h4rringt0nswife · 2 years ago

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Don’t Move

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You are Steve Harringtons best friend. You also happen to be in love with him. Yeah, super cliche. He's recovering from his break-up but there's only so much "Nancy" you can take before you finally break too.

Warnings: Swearing, slightly jealous!reader, fluff towards the end, typos, slight sexual scenario??

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This takes place around end of season 2 early 3. No ST4 spoilers ;). As always feedback is appreciated <3.

“Babysitting on Friday again? How classy.” You laugh from the passenger side seat as Steve rolls his eyes at you, gripping the wheel tighter.

“Pfftt babysitter? I’m not a damn babysitter. I’m more of the-”

“Chauffeur?”

“Mom?“

He’s interrupted by two voices coming from the back seat of his car; Dustin and Mike. The three of you break into a fit of laughter as Steve could only stare at the road blankly.

“I was going to say a friend but yeah those are ‘fitting’ I guess.” He huffs. “Forgive us o’ high and mighty King Steve. Maybe thou shall be paid for this ‘friendship’.” You raise your arms and drop them repeatedly, only causing more giggles from the back seat.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. But come on, I thought we were better than this Henderson? I put a dead demo-dog thing or whatever in Ms. Byers’ fridge for you. I thought that counted for something.” Dustin sighs apologetically and nods his head. “And I thank you every day for that bro.”

Steve holds his hand out and Dustin takes it happily, doing a small, but nevertheless fulfilling, handshake.

“This has to be some form of gaslighting,” you scoff.

“Jealous much? The H&H bromance lives on!” He laughs happily, throwing a wink at you. Your stomach churns. You thought it was crazy how something such as an innocent wink could make you feel like that.

“Ew don’t say it like that. It sounds weird like some child labor camp or something.”

Their conversation continued but you just sat there. Mind running a million miles per second with butterflies soaring in your stomach. It was only a wink, right? But a wink from him, oh god your heart ached. How could your heart skip every few beats when you were around him, and yet…he was the reason it beat faster? As a matter of fact, he was the lone reason why it DID beat. Him. You didn’t know if it was his smile, or if it was his eyes. But it was something between all that, that had you hooked. You felt yourself going even more insane every day that you could not have him to yourself. To kiss, to love, to…cherish. Forever.

“Hey? You good?” Steve waves a hand in front on your face. You blink a few times and look around. Mike and Dustin were waving in the direction of the car while heading into The Wheelers family home. “Oh- yeah, my bad. Just zoned out.” You smile sheepishly.

“Yeah I noticed. I didn’t hear any shit-talking from your side.” You playfully push his arm. “Just admit it. You missed the soothing sounds of my voice huh ?”

“Charming.”

Steve’s eyes drift back to the wheelers home. You peered over to see Nancy through her window, pacing around with a book in hand. Looking back at Steve you sigh. Although it had been a few months since the break-up, he was still hurt by the situation. You could see it in his eyes. A love-sick puppy. It hurt you to see him like this (especially since you worshiped the ground he walked on). Though you'd hate to admit it, you could feel small spurts of the green-eyed-monster rise and spread throughout your body.

Small droplets of rain started collecting on the windshield of the BMW. Leaves swirl around on the ground. And the trees swayed as the wind started to pick up pace. It was scenic, beautiful even.

“Hey.” You nudge his arm. He was still staring up at the small window longingly. He hummed before finally turning his attention towards you. “It’s raining... we should get outta here,” you advised. Your voice was small and almost thin. You didn’t know how to comfort him when you, yourself needed comforting. Seeing the one you love be in love with someone else hurt more than anything. She burned, and she was unforgiving.

He nodded and pulled out of the driveway. He was still heartbroken to say the least. Still grieving the death of his relationship with Nancy. What really hurt him was the fact that she didn’t love him back. She didn’t feel the genuine joy he felt, or how wounding it was to see her and Jonathan in that room together. Sure, they had sex and sure it was fun, but he had fell in love with her throughout the year long relationship. And it was all just “bullshit” to Nancy.

“Let’s just go to my place. The rain is getting bad and your house is all the way across town.”

You nod.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re rich Steve Harrington. Maybe you could be my sugar daddy or something.” You look around at the house in front of you. Steve flicks on the light to the living area and plops down on the sofa.

“Oh, shut up. It's my parents. You know how they are about 'earning your way in life' or some shit." He kicks his feet up on the ottoman before him. “As a single mom of 6, what advice would you like to give the crowd?” You hold your fist up to his face, mimicking a microphone as you take a seat next to him. “What can I say? Hm... Wrap it up.” He laughs.

After he found a show to watch the two of you sat there for a while. Laughing softly every so often when the characters on the TV made a joke. You felt a breeze of cool air causing you to shiver. You figured it was the AC kicking on. Your sudden shaking didn’t go unnoticed, Steve looked over at you realizing your clothes were still slightly damp. “Hold on let me go grab you something.” He leapt up from the couch.

A few minutes later he came back downstairs with a clean sweatshirt, some sweatpants, and a blanket. “These should work.” He hands the clothes to you, your fingers brushing against each-others. You look up at him and smile. Mumbling a quick thanks and rushing to the bathroom, eager to get out of your own wet clothes.

Steve flipped through more channels on the TV. The show the two of you had been watching had gone off and turned to a news channel which, in his opinion, was not very interesting. He heard shuffling and a door creak from down the hall signaling to him that you were coming back. He kept his eyes on the box in front of him while speaking.

"The show went off so I'm changing the channel if that's fine. Unless you want to watch the 'Hawkins Snooze'." He snorts then his eyes finally land on you. His eyes scanned over you. His eyebrows furrowed together as he thought to himself.

You're really pretty.

He didn't know how he didn't notice it until now. How beautiful you are. You were wearing his shirt...but not the pants. Your bare legs were smooth, and it seemed as though they could go on forever. He tore his eyes away from your legs and fixated on your eyes. Your lips started moving but he heard nothing.

"Ahem-um the pants were uh itchy so I... I decided to not wear them...if that's okay? I hope this isn't weird?" You rambled over your words. Suddenly nervous or dare you say titillated embarrassed by his sudden attention. You gulp thickly as you shift on your feet.

"Huh? Oh, uh no it's fine. Just get over here. The couch misses you." He waves you over and you oblige.

The two of you laugh mindlessly at the joke the main character had made when Steve began speaking.

"This was Nancy's favorite thing to do on Friday nights. She'd come over and we'd watch some dumb show. We'd eat popcorn and stay up and talk all night." He admitted. Eyes still glued to the screen. You tugged on your bottom lip that was between your teeth, trying to hold in words from spilling out. Afraid that your lips would release too many.

"Can we... not talk about Nancy? I feel like she's all we talk about anymore." He finally looks over to you and his eyebrows furrow together. Confusion written all over his face.

"Pfft. No, she's not." His voice was low. Laced with disbelief. "Oh, but Steve, she is. It's always 'Should I speak to Nancy' or you're talking about how much you miss her and love her and how you should apologize for something that's completely not even your fault." You sit up, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

"Hey hey that is NOT fair. We're supposed to be friends. And I confide in you. We tell each other everything so my bad if I talked your ear off with my feelings towards another human fucking being." He grumbled. He raked his fingers through his hair, feeling anxious about all the new raw feelings at bay.

"Tell each other everything my ass..." You whispered not expecting him to hear it.

"And what's that supposed to mean. Hm y/n? You know everything about me. I tell you shit that I would take to my grave with me." He stood from his seat, now pacing.

"You wanna know what that means? Well, I'll tell you," you chuckle unhumourously. "It means that I have been here the whole time and you really haven't ever noticed? You don't see it? I'm supposed to be your so called 'best friend' and you can't even tell that I love you." You were breaking and you felt it. The barrier between your emotions and your friendship was breaking, and you felt every. single. crack.

"What? What are you talking about? Yeah I love you too but-"

He stopped in front of you.

"You don't get it." You chuckle dryly. "You're always too busy up Nancy's ass to see that I am in love with you Steve. And when I see the way your eyes light up when you talk about her, and how your ears perk up when anyone mentions her name, I feel myself slowly slipping into madness. Yeah, I may know everything about you but obviously you don't know a damn thing about me." You confessed.

His eyes widened and his mouth formed a perfect "o".

"Yeah, and when you were out there chasing Nancy, I was always... I was always, always there with you because at least I could still love you even if it was from afar. You always talking about Nancy drives me crazy because I'm right here. I've always been here Steve. You can't tell me you didn't see me... I don't think it's possible to love someone as much as I love you. I yearn for you every single god damn day... but you don't see it. You don't see me..." Your face burned and your voice was cracking by the end. Your hands were shaking, and you felt hot tears start dampening the corners of your eyes.

"And I'm not blaming you for not knowing, because obviously you were preoccupied with your own love life. But really? You've never ever even had a small... inkling that maybe, just maybe, I could have liked you?"

He just stood there. Shocked. Unable to form any actual words. He didn't know how or what to feel in the moment. You are his best friend he'd never thought of you that way. Unless he did? His clothes squeezed against him, and he was sure you heard his heartbeat, as loud as it was in his ears.

"Say something Steve... Please...Anything." You pleaded with him. It almost sounded like you were begging him to. But whatever it took for him to say something.

He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. You scoff. Hurt and embarrassed.

Standing up and gathering your things, you make your way over to the door. Just as you're turning the doorknob his hand placed a firm hold against the door.

"Where are you going?" He asks. Voice hoarse from the misuse of it.

"You can't expect me to stay here. I literally just poured my heart out to you, and you had nothing to say. So, I'll leave and then we can pretend none of this ever even happened. We'll be two peas in a pod again." You wipe a tear away from your cheek and give him a tight-lipped smile along with a sarcastic thumbs up.

"But I don't want you to leave y/n.." He didn't know why he wanted you to stay so badly. Or what he was even thinking really. His thoughts going too rapidly he couldn't read any. He stepped a foot closer to you. Softly grasping your hand and pulling it away from the doorknob.

"What do you want then? Because I find it very hard to believe that you even know what you want." You were shaking. More violently than earlier. You were trying to decipher his thinking, but with the look on his face. You really couldn't tell if he was thinking anything at all.

"You're right. I don't know what I want. But I do know that I don't want you to leave." He was confused himself.

He'd never felt this way before, towards anyone, not even Nancy. He felt as though if he could just touch you, it would all go away. All his pain, all of his confusion, it would all melt away. You were his best friend; he shouldn't have thought of you this way. But oh, he did. His mind lingered on you more than he was willing to admit. Wondering what you would think of something new. How many stars you would give it and why. Anything you breathed was golden to him.

His mind was exploding. His blood was dizzying, and his bones rattled with all of his shaking. He was rooted to the ground and yet he was unbalanced at the same time. What he wanted? No, what he needed... What he needed was you. You are his safe haven, every single thing you touched, you left seared in his mind. He was completely and utterly taken by none other than you.

"Stay..." He stepped impossibly closer. With that you didn't want to leave. Your heart thumped against its cage; your body was on fire. His uneven breaths fanned over your face. Your eyes found themselves gazing shamelessly at his lips. His tongue darted out, slowly swiping over his plushy lips.

"Okay," you breathed out. Eyes drifting back up to his. He leans in carefully, slowly, giving you time to slap him if you needed. But luckily... that never happened. Breathing and not breathing, scorching cheeks, lustful eyes, trembling knees and sweaty palms. Yet, none of that seemed to matter, because he was here, he was everywhere. His scent and his touch shadowed all of your senses. Overcasting every thought you'd had at that very moment. There was only him. Your lips ghosted each other's before you whispered a simple.

"I'll stay."

He brushed a finger ever-so-slightly across your jawline leaving the skin there tingly. Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down. Placing a small kiss to the side of your mouth first before you leaned up and filled the space between the two of you. You were finally kissing Steve Harrington.

He kissed you softly, as though you were going to break. He was tender, and sweet, barely even there. His lips are soft against yours. Sweeter and softer than the first sip of hot chocolate during the winter months. Like having a fond memory to cherish for the rest of your life. In that moment he was the rest of your life. There was nothing more you wanted other than him and his sweet, relentless love. Your heartbeat slowed along with his, becoming in sync with each other and your body relaxed.

He drew small circles with his fingertips on the small of your back and you were afraid that your knees would give out right then and there. You never wanted to stop feeling like this. Terrified, nervous, and yet completely enamored.

Finally, you pulled away. The two of you gasped for air but at the same time you thought you didn't need it if it meant being that close to him. He looked down at you, in a way no one had ever looked at you before and it quite literally terrified you. Terrified you to think how much you really needed him.

"Don't move yet. Can we stay like this a sec?" He questions as he holds his head in the nape of your neck, breathing in your scent. You came to him in ebbing waves. You reminded him of the beach at sunset. Gorgeous and Peaceful. He could lose himself in you, drown in your scent and he'd never ever get enough. He'd always come back for more of you like a relentless little boy begging for candy. You are intoxicating.

"I had to know that this is all real and not some figment of my imagination." He flashes his award-winning smile at you causing a small laugh from you.

#steve harrington smut #joe keery #byler #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #st #st4 #will byers #joesph quinn #a #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #fic recs #stranger things x reader

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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haunted house ~ billy loomis;scream

word count: 1489

request?: no

description: when his girlfriend is terrified by a haunted house, billy promises to protect her no matter what

pairing: billy loomis x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

*to celebrate the start of spooky season!*

I looked up at the abandoned building turned haunted house. I don’t know who decided it was a good idea to make a haunted house out of a place that was supposedly haunted. I definitely don’t know what possessed me to go with my group of friends to the damn haunted house either.

“Do you think we’ll see, like, an actual ghost or something?” Tatum asked as we waited in line to enter the haunted house. “What if we see an actual dead body and we just think it’s a prop?”

“What if we get possessed?” Stu added. Tatum giggled excitedly and leaned into him.

“We’re not gonna get possessed,” Randy said. “Or see any dead bodies or ghosts. The place is an old abandoned home, not a murder site.”

“Not that we know of,” Stu whispered to Tatum, causing her to giggle again.

I crossed my arms and looked up at the scarily decorated building. Not that it was something I was about to admit to my horror crazy friends, but I was terrified to go into the haunted house. I hated haunted houses, I always did. I went once as a young child with my parents and some asshole thought it would be funny to chase after a five year old with a fake chainsaw. I didn’t know it was fake at the time of course cause, you know, I was five.

Noticing my discomfort, Billy put an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. “Hey, don’t listen to Stu. We won’t see any ghosts or dead bodies, it’s just gonna be a harmless haunted house.”

“Harmless, sure,” I said, trying my best to smile at him.

Stu and Tatum excitedly ran into the haunted house once we got to the front of the line. I could hear Tatum scream the moment she passed through the door, which only made my stomach turn even more.

Randy entered next, followed by an also hesitant Sydney. I was glad not to be the only one who wasn’t excited by this idea. When it came to me and Billy, I was also hesitant at first. Billy pulled on my arm slightly, finally getting my legs to move.

The minute we walked through the door, the air was stuffy from the fog. The lights were so dim that I could barley make out the figures of my friends in front of me or Billy beside me. There was a bright, blinking strobe light that showed the outlines of the bodies around us; whether they were real people or just dummies I couldn’t tell.

The first scare was some kid jumping out from a room wearing a Jason Voorhees mask wielding a fake machete. I screeched and clung to Billy’s arm as he laughed and kept walking. I could hear screaming from the other attendees and jeers from the people playing the characters.

Billy’s hand slipped from mine and my panic began to rise. I still couldn’t see very well and now the strobe lights were starting to disorient me. I just wanted to get to the end and to go home.

I had my arms around myself, as if that would protect me, when a group of kids ran past me, giggling and screaming. They startled me slightly, but not as much as one of the haunted house workers jumping out at me, a mask over his face and a fake chainsaw in his hands. Flashbacks to my first haunted house played before my eyes as I screamed and covered my face. I backed away until I hit a wall, but my attacker kept coming, chainsaw raised over his head. I began to sob in terror as it became evident that the chainsaw wielding maniac wasn’t backing away.

“Hey man! Get the fuck away!”

I recognized Billy’s voice as the chainsaw finally shut off. Through the dim light I could see Billy shoving my attacker away before kneeling down next to me.

“She’s fucking crying, alright? That means back the fuck up and leave her alone!” he snapped as he knelt down next to me. “Are you okay, babe?”

I shook my head, unable to speak due to my sobbing. Billy put an arm around me and pulled me to my feet.

“Keep your head ducked, I’ll get us out of here,” he said.

I tucked my head against shit shoulder as he led me out of the haunted house. I jumped with every scare that came at us, but for the most part I was able to avoid any further upset. Once we walked out through the exit door, I took a deep breath and savored the fresh air in my lungs.

Stu and Tatum were already out and basically dry humping on the fence as they waited for us. Tatum shoved Stu away as Billy and I approached, eyeing me specifically. “What happened to you?”

I shook my head. “I d-don’t wanna t-talk about it.”

“Man, they really got you, huh (Y/N)?” Stu asked. “Which was it? Was it the dude with his guts spilling out everywhere?”

“Leave her alone,” Billy said. “I’m gonna take (Y/N) home, I’ll meet up with you guys later.”

“Awe, why do you guys gotta be such party poopers?” Tatum asked, but Billy ignored her as he brought me to his car.

I looked at myself in the sun visor mirror. My eyes were bloodshot and puffy and my nose was as red as a tomato. I could see the tear streaks now stained on my flushed face. I looked like hell, or at least that I had been to Hell and back.

“You don’t have to drive me home, Billy,” I said when he got into the driver’s seat. “I can call my parents to give me a run home.”

“It seems like you need someone besides your parents right now,” he said. “Besides, I’m not jumping to spend the night with a sexed up couple, my ex-girlfriend, and the horror movie aficionado who would likely talk about how lame that haunted house was the whole night.”

This was enough to put a small smile on my face. Billy smiled back at me and started driving towards my house.

The beginning of the ride was silent besides the static sounds of Billy’s car radio. I rolled down the window to let the air blow on my warm face. I sighed, a sense of guilt eating away at me still for pulling Billy away from our friends.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked.

“Not really,” I responded.

“Okay, then we don’t have to talk about it.”

It was something I appreciated about Billy. He respected my wishes and didn’t push me further than I wanted to go. There’s not a lot of guys, or a lot of people for that matter, that would do that.

“I hate haunted houses,” I said, resting my head against the seat. “My parents took me to my first one when I was a kid and I got chased by a guy who had a fake chainsaw, like the guy who cornered me back there. That shit stuck with me, I’ve never been to a haunted house since. Not until tonight anyways.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? We didn’t have to go.”

“Cause you seemed so excited by it, and everyone else was going. I didn’t think it would be that bad until I lost you and had a repeat of that episode from when I was five.” I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. “God, why couldn’t I just fucking get over it?”

“Being traumatized isn’t exactly something you get over,” Billy said. “You were a kid brought into an environment where a kid should never be.”

We pulled up to my house and Billy reached over to put his hand on mine. I looked up at him and smiled. It was nearly impossible to be upset when I had such an amazing guy on my side.

“Next time, I want you to tell me when you don’t want to do something,” he said. “It’s not fair to you, especially if it’s something that will bring up old memories like that.”

“I promise,” I said.

“And I promise to always protect you, no matter what. No one will ever hurt you as long as you have me.”

“I know.”

I leaned forward to kiss him. All the upset I had been feeling just moments before seemed to vanish from my body as his lips pressed against mine. His hand was gently as it caressed my face while the other closed in around my hand.

When I pulled away, I glanced at my house to see that the lights were off, indicating that my parents were likely gone to bed.

“Park down the road and I’ll sneak you in for the night?” I asked.

Billy smiled like a kid on Christmas morning. “Deal.”

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itgirlification · 4 years ago

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supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

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i-need-air · 4 years ago

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou HCs: NSFW.

Summary: By the title you can already tell what's going on. The long awaited NSFW part of Hybrid!Bakugou. [ 3k words ]

Warnings: NSFW; dom!bakugou, impregnation kink, praise kink, filthy mouthed Baku; also some sub!Bakugou because why not;

Notes: It's important to point put this is a F!Reader. The first 2 parts of the series [sfw] + any ask involving hybrid!bakugou were as gender neutral as possible though. [ Part 1 and Part 2 here, Masterlist here for more ]

× believe it or not, he's a respectful guy

× shy with physical contact at the beginning

× learns incredibly fast though

× feels, listens, smells you, notes what you enjoyed, what you didn't

× you would have to take the first few steps

× lead his hands, put a peace, encourage him and he will surely get the drill

× Bakugou will be eager and curious, and trust me, your moans will drive him insane

× naturally, as you share a bed, one thing will lead to another, soft kisses will turn into a full blown make-out session and his hands will be everywhere on you;

He grunted, grindind his body into you, lips capturing your own in a heated kiss. It just started with a peck after he caressed your features gingerly, catching him in one of those tender moments you oh so loved. He returned it harder, moaning into your mouth. Breath fanned your face when he retreated, his somewhat cloudy eyes made you squirm under his frame and you had to pull him by the shoulders back into you.

From there you lost yourselves into each other. Your touches drove him to the edge and slowly clothes started coming off until you found yourself under an Adonis of a man. He looked mesmerized for a second, drinking you in with a hungry gaze.

Lips clashed, the tension between you, specially in the past few weeks built up and none could take it longer. His calloused hands touched your neck, your shoulders, going further down and making you shiver. He was a little bit rough but you could feel his excitement, both on his face and poking your tights.

Katsuki waited though, slowing down his movements until you whispered "Are you sure about this?" into his ear. A shiver took over him as he lifted his face to yours, lips feathered over your own yet again.

"*Are you?*" his voice just as soft.

"I want you, Katsuki." He had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath in at your confession.

"You're fucking perfect." He growled back, the intensity of his words formed a bolt of energy that ran through your whole body. "I just— I've never—"

"We'll take it slow."

× again, he is a fast learner, but needs instructions

× can be a bit selfish at first, this new feeling, this heat driving him insane

× but once he smelled your arousal he almost lost all strength in his body, his mouth watering

× and I bet you almost lost all strength in your body when you saw what he's packing

× big, thick and veiny, curved just enough to know he'd reach the best spots for you

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he'd growl out into your ear as you moaned under him, nails clenching his shoulders as he held into the bed-frame. He was going insane, he thought. The feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick erased anything else in his brain and your moans— Delicious. Your smell was intoxicating, addictive.

He'd rail you eagerly, getting drunk in the feeling when he noted you move your hand to rub yourself under him, moans increasing. He'd guide his hand towards yours, breathing heavy, anticipating.

"Show me." He'd order.

× clit, you say, huh?

× the moment he understood you could become undone under him because of that little button, you're a goner

× which takes me to my next point

× he's a giver

× once he does his homework and finds out ways to drive you crazy, he'll demand to go down on you

× will dominate in bed, it's natural in him

× so when he tells you to spread your legs and to be a good girl, mischief in his eyes, heat filled your guts

× to which he almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head because holy shit your scent

× loves having his tongue lapping into your sex; he'd suck, he'd lick and thrive because of your reactions

× just having your tights trembling by his ears as he gripped them to keep you in place made his cock hard

× but what he really loved was knowing he could get you off just with his tongue; he'd even smile into your cunt as you'd moan louder and louder, the only thing left in your vocabulary being his name;

"Katsu—" you'd say, out of breath, back arched as you couldn't focus your vision. You struggled to keep your composture as he licked over your clit brutally, two digits inside of you.

"Look at me when I fuck you with my tongue." He said, stopping and earning a groan from you. With a deep breath you settled back, opening your legs a little bit more, not even realizing you were almost choking him with your tights, not that he really cared. He gave you a grin as you locked eyes and proceeded, slowing his peace and pumping his fingers inside of you.

"Good girl." He growled, not breaking eye contact. He felt it too, the shiver running through your body as you knew you got even wetter, and he got to work, proud of his accomplishment.

And as he sucked slowly and made you see stars, he resumed his brutal rhythm until you were a blabbering mess.

× doesn't mean he does not like to receive

× seeing you between his legs sucking him off is a treat to his eyes

× very much into power-play and dominating; he'd tell you how good you look with his cock in your mouth, very vulgar, loving your reactions;

× he grunts, but isn't very vocal so don't expect loud moans for him unless;;

× spread his legs slightly, suck on the tip, pump his cock, milk it into your mouth and with another hand play with his balls

× his leg will start shaking as he'd throw his head back, and if you suck on them while pumping him he'll let out such sinful growls that will reach your core

× that is when you can amp it up by scratching his tights and he'll cum like a fountain under you

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue running on the tip of his hard dick, watching him try to maintain his self-control. He was stubborn, gritting his teeth and acting tough yet he fisted the sheets, that giving him away.

It was always a pleasure to see him like this but it was never enough for you.

"Look at you, hmm?" He said between his teeth. "Such a good little slut for me." You moaned, taking him deeper in your mouth as you rubbed your legs together. "You love my dick in your mouth, hah?"

Little did he expect for you to start playing with his balls gently, your orbs sparkling while watching him almost choke on his own spit.

"Fuck, baby—" he'd growl, tensing up, almost moving his hips forward to fuck your mouth. You took as much of his hardness as you could and sucked, attentive of his balls and whatever you couldn't take in your mouth you pumped slowly, your cunt getting soaked just by hearing him swear to no end.

"Shit, [Y/N], so fucking good—"

With a last good suck, you kissed his tip them smirked at him, getting a confused and desperate look, begging you to continue, but you just lowered yourself and started licking his balls, his head fell back and the most lewd groan left his mouth.

"God, fuck me—" he said breathless as he started moving his hips upwards, fucking into the hand that still had his cock in a grip. It was a little hard to do so, but you licked in circular motions as he stumbled on his words until you felt them tighten and throb, cue for you to put the tip back in your mouth and await your treat, one last choked moan before he came everywhere.

× fucks you hard, will drill into your body, and you'd think fucking hard means fucking fast but he can still fuck you slowly and shake you to the core

× skin slapping skin can be heard all around the apartment and the dude has stamina

× bioengineered as he is, he will make you cum a few times before he comes too

× when you both have enough experience with each other that's when he realizes making you cum beforehand is the best way to fuck you, so yes, you will cum and you will cum hard

× favorite place to cum into? your mouth, so if you don't really dig it, he's okay with you spitting it out or cumming over your body

× his favorite position is doggy [ no duh ], with your ass up and face down, but don't get me wrong, it doesn't matter as long as he fucks you good and long

× he's also more into longer sessions, quickies are fine but not enough for him;

× might also be into praise-kink yet still with his dominant side on

× of course he has to tell you how good you look stuffed up with his cock, from any position

× marking

× oh, yes, he loves marking you

× before you got this intimate he liked to scent you but now that you're lovers expect to have marks all over you and you better not hide them

× definitely bites, sorry, absolutely not sorry, babe;;

× but nothing, nothing compares to his ruts

× just as wolves, it happens between

× hear me out and prepare yourself

× mating season happens between January and March;;;;; 💀

× it has different stages, yet the most fascinating one to you has to be the first weeks because it shifts his behaviour so much

× he goes from cocky, confident, dominant and territorial to whiny, needy, easily made jealous and kinda submissive

Katsuki started acting weird, something that at first you linked to the time you were apart. Maybe he missed you, who knows? The blond started touching you more, asking you to pet him, giving you blushing side glances and seeking your approval even more than normally. You caught on quickly as you once praised him for his amazing cooking, his chest puffed and cheeks burned without shame, contrary to normality, where he'd try to adorably hide it. He started to be really honest through his body.

The biggest difference was, without doubt in mind, when you got intimate. He'd whine for your touch so much, actual whines, gutural, deep from within would even shock you whenever you decided to tease him.

"Please, baby, please..." he'd beg but wait patiently for you to get on top of him and ride his cock until he couldn't take it any longer. You'd test the waters, of course, starting to praise him for being so good for you and he'd melt in your arms.

"You feel so good inside of me, baby." You'd say, slowly raising and falling over him repeatedly, a much calmer rhythm compared to your normal sessions. His hands would be gentler, just feeling you up and enjoying being taken care of, absolutely enamored with the sight of you.

Even if he was on top, he'd go gentler, whispering how incredible he feels, calling you all sorts of praises.

× when the actual rut finally hits, he turns territorial yet again, and the roughness comes with it

× now you're marked with hickeys and bruises from being manhandled by him

× of course he'd still be careful not to hurt you and if ever crosses any line with you and you'd tell him, he'd whine like a wounded animal

× because he would never want to hurt his mate

× but again, doubt it would ever happen

× although be prepared to have sex everywhere inside the house

× he'd pound on you unexpectedly, knowing to perfection how to touch and where to touch to get you in the perfect mood for him

× sometimes he watches, a filthy promise in his eyes to break you so good, just the way only he knows how

× he is hyper-aware of everything about you, the way you breathe, the way your heart pounds in your chest, the way your pupils dilate, how you clench your tights together, every single thing

× one thing that doesn't change from his pre-rut attitude is the honesty, now more verbal

× his first rut is where he learns just how much his words affect you

You were on the edge, just as the past few weeks. He told you a few nights ago that his mating season came to a high this week, so you suggested taking a week off work to help, and he eagerly agreed but not without teasing you about how much you loved being railed by him.

Sure, he teased, but it was so true and both of you knew. Katsuki was watching you silently from the couch. He spent all morning just watching you, walking without making any sound around you, sizing you up while licking his lips. These past weeks you were all over each other every night and now that you finally took a whole week off, he didn't touch you the first day at all? Strange. You definitely felt something was coming though. You were excited, nervous, you felt his eyes all over your body that left a trail of warm in your body. Acting occupied, as if you really had something to do even if the house was impecable, just so you could calm yourself to no avail.

He felt you and he liked seeing you nervous, anticipating his next move. How fucking amazing you looked, how delicious you smelled, his hunger grew and grew for you, excitement to have you for a full week to pleasure each other...

A growl froze you in place making you drop whatever you had in your hands. You turned slowly towards him only to almost collide with his chest.

A rough hand pulled you into him as he burried his nose in your hair.

"Mine." He grinded into you, hand on your ass. "My fucking mate." He breathed you in. "Mine."

He lifted you up without any struggle, just moving a little to press your back against the wall.

"So fucking perfect." He grinned at you then leaned to kiss your neck. "Fuck, you smell ready for me already..." he'd whine, spreading more your legs to adjust himself between them, tights gripped hard. "My sweet little mate..." he'd bite down the same spot he kissed. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't remember your own name." He promised and be sure to not wear many clothes because he'd rip them off you.

× impregnation kink; if you don't want pups right away [ ye, he calls em pups ] it's no problem, but you should definitely consider any sort of birth control, condoms...

× beg him to fill you up and he's done, he'll lose himself into you completely

× praise kink would hit again but this time telling you how sexy you'd look with his pups inside of you

× if you did find a method of birth control early on and you're safe, he's gonna fill you up and then finger you while you still had his cum inside, keeping it there while you rode through another orgasm

× mother-fucking filthy about it too

You were exhausted, your bones felt like jelly as you stood in place in bed, legs now opened for him as he admired his hard work. His cock stood proud as he jerked it off to the sight of you, cunt in his face stuffed with his semen, his fingers pushing any drop that dared to come out back inside.

"You took me so good, baby, look at you stuffed like the slut you are." He said after licking his lips. Precum ran over his hand as he pumped himself, head red and needy and both of you knew it wasn't over. "You're gonna take me one last time, understood?" He moved to your face, placing the fingers that were inside of you on your lips for you to lick, and did not need verbal confirmation since you took them in your mouth and sucked hard. He swore silently then grabbed you by the neck, getting close to your face. "So I've fucked you stupid, hah? Can't even say a word back? Can't fucking tell me how much you want me to break that cunt of yours until you see the stars, baby?" He mocked through a grin.

Even as exhausted as you were, you knew he'd take care of you, so when you finally regained the strength to touch his cheek, just the way you learned he liked, tenderly even when he fucked you like a pornstar, you threw him over the edge again... with a few simple words.

"Fill me up, daddy, give me your pups..." you begged in a whisper, curving your body to meet his, rubbing yourself into him.

The maniacal way his face contorted made you regain all your energy back in an instant.

He'd lift your lower part up and trust into you like a mad beast after opening your pussy up and spreading his cum over it to lube you up.

"I'm— gonna— fill— you— up—" he'd say between hard trusts, watching with lust as your tits bounced and you threw your head back.

The bed was a mess, cum leaked from inside of you, you were covered in hickeys and bite-marks, you begged his name like a broken record. He'd lose himself in the moment, falling into your body, hugging you tightly while rutting into you, reaching both of your releases.

× after the rut he's more laid back, both of you would need some time to just rest

× but he'd be very attentive, much like a prolonged aftercare

× he'd take care of you, do everything for you and even feel bad thinking he might've hurt you, even if it wasn't the case

× will hold you close in silence, enjoying your presence, will kiss your temple and just havung you in his arms

× has considered you as his mate from very early, even before you actually got together as a couple officially but after this, you're bonded together, since mating is very important for his species and as I clarified in the sfw version, wolves [ and wolves hybrids ] mate for life;

× will whisper how much he loves you into your neck as he holds you.

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