#cuz my theory is that it's grabbing him from the other room where's he's 'dead' and his eyes are closed
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i used the ultimate trainer mod to spawn Luis immediately after chapter 11 bc i miss him and i can bend reality to my will.
the thing is that his eyes are stuck closed?
he's sleepwalking <3
#we'll see if this persists after chapter 12#cuz my theory is that it's grabbing him from the other room where's he's 'dead' and his eyes are closed#also Luis sleepwalking is my new headcanon now#he freaks out Leon with it <3#luis serra#luis serra navarro#resident evil#re4#re4r#re brainrot
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Silver lining â Florian Wirtz.
Pairing: Florian Wirtz x Fem!Reader
Summary: Youâd locked yourself out of your apartment, your phone was dead, nobody was home, so your only option was to ask your new neighbor for help. Even though that small inconvenience sucked, you were about to be eternally grateful.
Word count: 1.2k
Disclaimer/s: FLUFF! FLUFF! also reader being a little paranoid cuz stranger danger but not really iykwim.
A/N: This plot literally came to my head right before i was about to take a nap so i put it in my notes so i could write later and iâm sooooo. guys. guys this may be my favorite plot.
There was no way this was happening to you. There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now! You gripped your purse a little tighter, kneeling to the floor so you could spread it out further. You checked every pocket, every crevice, and they were nowhere to be seen.
You had forgotten your keys at your sisterâs house, or in her car, orâ You mind was spinning, trying to place exactly where youâd had them last.
Then your brain lit up, you needed to call your sister. Sheâd bring them over! Grabbing your phone, you tap the screen, but it doesnât turn on. Your face scrunches as you tappen it rapidly, clicking the side button too. Thatâs when youâre met with the red battery sign. Great. Your phone was dead, too.
Taking a deep breath, you gather your things and shove them into your purse. You only had one option right now and that was to ask one of your neighbors to borrow their phone.
Not your favorite idea, but the only one that you had at that moment.
Standing up from the ground, you glance around the hallway. Five options. The old married couple at the end who always gave you the creeps, a girl named Julia, who was probably too busy working⌠the options went on until you landed on the door right across from yours.
The new guy. Youâd never talked to him, never seen him, just heard of him from Julia, who was a gossiper through and through.
Red flags flew across your mind as you took timid steps closer. Stranger danger. But, at the end of the day, you werenât that scared. You always took risks, so there was no reason to be nervous. All you needed was his phone, and thatâs it!
Bringing your fist up to the door, you knock. One⌠Two⌠Three⌠âIâm coming! Hold on!â A manâs voice shouts from the other side, not rude or anything, just assuring you he was going to open it soon.
You take a small step away from the door when you hear the lock clicking open and the doorknob turning. It swings open to reveal a confused man, his bleached hair damp as if heâd just showered. Your theories are confirmed when you see water stains on his gray shirt.
Swallowing thickly, you raise a quick hand in greeting. âHey.. iâm your neighbor! Uhm, I got locked out, my phone is dead, and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call my sister?â You speak quickly, suddenly all too nervous. Not because he was a stranger, but because he was.. well. He was hot.
Your new neighbor was hot and he was making you very nervous. This was new. And he looked familiar, though you couldnât quite place why.
A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he nods his head, opening the door wider to give you a clear view of his apartment. âOf course. Itâs on the charger, you can wait inside if you want?â
Stranger danger! Stranger danger! âThank you! I appreciate that,â you smile, following him inside.
The door falls shut behind you, and you take a moment to recognize this was how a lot of true crime stories start. But, you donât make a move to leave. Instead, you follow him into the living room area, appreciating how clean it was.
Another thing that surprised you. Most men who lived alone werenât this neat. Then you feel slightly disappointed, he must have a girlfriend.
The blonde unplugs his phone, handing it to you. âPasswordâs ten-seventeen.â He nods, moving to sit down on a brown sofa.
Taking the device gratefully, you unlock the phone and move to the calling app. âThank you, again.â You say before dialing your sister, pressing the phone to your ear.
She picks up on the fourth ring, and you explain your situation quickly. Unfortunately, she was already home, so it would take her twenty minutes at the very least, to get back to you.
Sighing a quick thanks, you hang up. âSheâs like, twenty minutes away! Thank you, hereâs your phoneâŚâ You trail off, realizing you never asked his name.
âFlorian.â He nods, taking the phone back. âYouâre welcome to wait hereâŚâ He does the same trailing off, and you laugh. You tell him your name and a smile graces his lips. He repeats it, lips curling into a grin. âThatâs a pretty name, itâs nice to meet you.â
Your face flushes at the compliment. âOh, uh, thank you! Wow, iâve told you that like twelve times in the past ten minutes!â Youâre in a flustered, rambling state, completely embarrassing yourself.
But Florian just smiles, finding it endearing. âSo, how long have you lived here?â He asks, motioning for you to sit down.
You take a seat on the opposite end of the couch, turning your body towards him as you get comfortable. âAbout⌠two years now? I originally lived with my sister, but she got married and moved out.â You had no idea why you were telling him random facts you didnât need to say, but he listened intently anyways. âHow about you? I havenât really seen you around.â
âJust a few months, but I travel a lot, so iâm rarely here.â Thatâs when it clicks. Thatâs why he looks so familiar.
Your eyes widen, âoh my God. Youâre a footballer.â Now you were extremely embarrassed. Your sister is definitely going to freak when she realizes who youâre with.
Florian rubs the back of his neck, nodding sheepishly. âThat I am.â
âThatâs cool.â You play it off, not wanting to seem too geeked about it. You had to act normal.
Florian nods, his lip twitching slightly. âUhm, so, what do you do for work?â
The rest of the twenty minutes goes by smoothly, conversations flowing between you two easily and comfortably. Youâd grown to enjoy his company, and he clearly felt the same.
Youâd charged your phone while you two spoke, so when you get the notification that your sister had arrived, you couldnât help but feel a little disappointed. Florianâs eyes flicker to your phone, his lips forming a thin line.
âWell⌠I suppose I should go.â You stand slowly, subconsciously trying to spend a little more time. Florian stands as well, taking his sweet time walking you to the door.
He hesitates, his hand on the door knob, âwe should do this again sometime?â He suggests, eyes trailing up to your face.
You attempt to suppress a smile, nodding quickly. âYes!â Too fast. âI mean⌠yeah, no for sure.â You shrug, lips darting out to wet your lips nervously.
He quietly chuckles, turning the doorknob and opening it to allow you to leave. âAre you busy tomorrow?â He asks, stepping aside to let you through.
Once you were back in the hallway, you turn back around to face him. âI have work till four, but I should be free after that!â
âGood,â he hums, âknock on my door whenever you want, iâll be here.â After exchanging a quick goodbye, he shuts the door, leaving you with a wide smile on your face.
Forgetting your keys just became the best inconvenience youâve ever had.
DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @spidybaby !
#florian wirtz#florian writz x reader#florian wirtz x you#florian wirtz x y/n#blurb#fluff#fanfic#football#bayer leverkusen#germany national team#florian wirtz one shot#florian wirtz imagine#strangers to lovers#strangers to friends
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I just found your blog and I was wondering if could you do a James potter fic where him and the reader (hufflepuff) are in a prank war and their friends are all laughing at them cuz they so obviously like each other but they don't realize until the end and it just gets all fluffy when they finally realize? please and thank you, I love your writing!!
JAMES GOD DAMN POTTER
This damn bastard was known as a pranking king to the Slytherins. And the poor Hufflepuffs (much like yourself) that got caught in the middle. There was the explosion in the potions classroom, the paint bomb, the hair dye incident, letting a troll loose in the dungeon and the one that pissed you off the most: The Bathroom flooding (assistance of Peeves included). That was the final straw with him that day.Â
You walked into Potions, soaked. Slughorn looked up from his desk as you marched over to James with a book and clocked him with it. âOw-- Slughorn she just hit me!â James winced. âYour stupid pranks donât just affect Slytherin!â You shouted. âMAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL ME THAT BEFORE YOU INFLICT PAIN!â James said. âWatch yourself Potter. You fucked up.â You said walking towards the door. âShould I be scared or something?â James asked as you gripped the door handle. You glared at him, it being so threatening he actually jumped back a little. âYou should be terrified.â You growled before leaving. âSounds like you really messed up James.â Sirius said to him.Â
Oh he did. Oh he REALLY messed up. This boy had many pranks pulled on him, all of them only hitting him. There was the howler, the notebook fire, the laxatives, and the best one that Sirius nearly died at: The literal exploding pen. James knew exactly who was doing this. It was you, of course it was you. After all you were making a point by strictly keeping the pranks focus on James and not the entire house of Gryffindor.Â
You sat in the library, your hair pulled back when someone sat down in front of you. âYou.â James huffed. You didnât bother to look up. âYes Potter?â You asked, turning the page. âYouâve made your fucking point.â James huffed. âDid I now?â You asked, still not looking up. âIâll admit, the exploding pen was clever, so was the howler.â James began. You smiled, hearing his frustration. âBut releasing a God damn flock of pixies is extreme!â James huffed. You looked up confused. âI didnât--â âDonât play koi with me. I know that was you.â James halted. âJames, I really didnât do that.â you said. âSure. Okay.â He said sarcastically. âAll of my pranks are directed strictly at you, thatâs directed at all of Gryffindor, I didnât do it.â You explained. James blinked. âWait then who did it?â âProbably one of the many Slytherins you pissed off.â You sighed putting your book in your bag. âWell now I need your help!â James said, earning a snort from you as you got up. He rose as well, following you as you walked. âYou want me to help you?â You asked him, walking down one of the many corridors within the school.Â
James huffed, walking next to you. âYes! I need to find the culprit, the others are pissed!â James said. âThatâs not enough for me to help you when you have made my life a living hell Potter.â You sighed, walking down the stairs. James groaned. âI may have already openly accused you to Gryffindor.â He said making you stop dead in your tracks. âWhat?â You asked. âWell it seemed like a logical thing to say since youâve been pranking me and a lot of them agreed with it!â James said. âOh my GOD JAMES!â You yelled, smacking his arm. âSorry-- Wait did you call me by my name!?â âI cannot believe you, first the endless pranks that got Hufflepuff involved and now Gryffindors pissed off at me because you made the worst educated guess of your lifetime!â you yelled. James sighed. âY/n, Iâm sorry. But if you help me find the idiot Slytherin that did this then we can clear your name and all will be right with the world!â James said. âYouâre lucky I donât shove you down the God damn stairs right this instant!â You snapped. âY/n... Please.â James sighed. You shook your head.
 âItâs probably a student in Care of Magical Creatures.â You finally sighed. âWhat?â James asked. âTheyâd have to know what keeps pixies at bay in order to get them in the common room or else theyâd be flying around us right now.â You explained. âWhat Slytherins are in that class with me?â James asked. You scoffed. âYou never learned their names?â You asked, walking again. âSee that would require talking to them, I donât talk to Slytherins--â âShut up.â You snapped. He blinked. âHas it occurred to you how fucking stupid the house wars actually are James!? How destructive they are or who they even affect!?â You asked. âI--â âThere is not God damn point in being so elitist over a house that isnât going to help you after you graduate, unless youâre a teacher here! You are absolutely insufferable and I just want your voice to STOP. TALKING.â You said making him blink. He took a sarcastic bow, walking away from you as you walked into the Hufflepuff common room.
âI cannot believe her. Calling me Elitist.â James huffed to Sirius who was sitting on the floor in front of him. âShe does make a valid point though, houses are pretty useless outside of school.â Remus said. âMooney, I donât give a flying fuck about that. She said my name.â James said, running a hand over his face. âAs opposed to...?â Sirius asked confused. âShe calls me by my last name-- She always calls me by my last name. But today...â James sighed and Remus rose a brow. âShe called you âJamesâ?â Sirius asked. âYes and it..â James noticed the boys smiling at him. âYou like her.â Peter declared. âOh no Wormtail. He loves her.â Sirius corrected. James snorted. âShe is the same girl that managed to dye my hair in my sleep and you think Iâm in love with her?â James asked. âYes.â The group answered in unison. âHow in Godâs name do you figure that?â He asked. âIn the midst of all the insane stunts this girl has pulled, everytime you encountered her traps you smiled. You never once fought her on it unless it was teasingly. I think youâre upset because for the first time sheâs actually pissed with you.â Remus said, the boys nodding in agreement. âFace it Prongs.â Sirius said getting up. âYou like her.â He said before walking out.
That was an absolutely ridiculous theory. Right?Â
Wrong. James didnât sleep for the next three days. He was watching you and everytime you looked at him you were glaring or shaking your head. There was this expression you had though, that James couldnât describe. It was almost... Sad. James couldnât get you out of his head though and he was slowly beginning to break down. âJames. I said pass me the eye of newt.â Lily sighed. James blinked a few times. âSorry.â James murmured, watching you work with your friend. Lily rose a brow, noticing the dark bags under his eyes and the fixation on you. âYou should talk to her.â Lily said, dropping the eye of newt into the cauldron. âTalk to who?â James asked. âThe girl youâre obviously into that is known as Y/n.â Lily said sarcastically. âAlright class, by now your potions should be complete.â Slughorn announced. You sighed, noticing Jamesâ reflection on an empty glass bottle. You hated being mad at him.Â
Yeah, the bastard was annoying but most of the time he was actually making you smile in some kind of way. His pranks werenât.... unfunny. They actually made you laugh before they pulled you into them. James knew that too. He always watched you when he pulled off a prank. Seeing that smile is what made him want to see it all the damn time, even if he used unethical methods to see it. âMiss Y/n, what do you smell?â Slughorn asked. You sniffed the potion. âMorning dew, the forest and coffee.â You answered, halfway paying attention before you realized who you described. Oh no. No no no no no--
Remus rose a brow and looked at Sirius. You slowly lowered your head, praying that James was not paying attention. Oh but he was though. You saying that you smelled him definitely got Jamesâ attention. âAnd Miss McKinnon?â Slughorn asked your partner. âLeather, cigarettes and wet dog.â Marlene said looking at Sirius with a smirk. Sirius smiled back, winking at her and earning a light smack from Remus. âAnd you Mister Potter?â Slughorn asked. âRoses, rain and honey.â He said looking at you. You lowered your head more, more whispers erupting from the class.Â
When class finally did end, you slipped out before James could catch up, going to the common room. However the fun thing about the Marauders is they knew all of the passwords to every common room and they certainly could sweet talk those damn portraits into letting them in places they shouldnât have been in. James grabbed your hand and you gasped. âJames--â âI have not slept in three days.â He said. You swallowed. âI have stayed up for seventy two hours with you in my head. I donât care if you smelled me in that damn Amortentia but I donât want you to call me James.â He said. You swallowed looking into those hazel eyes. âWhat do you want me to call you then?â You asked. âWhat you always do when youâre not angry.â James said. âPotter?â You asked. âThatâs it.â James said. â...James Iâm still very much angry with you--â âThen tell me how to fix it. Please.â James pleaded. You eyed him up and down, pulling your hand out of his. âFix your relationship with the Slytherins.â You said. âOh Christ--â âDo it.â You said sternly. He nodded and walked out.Â
What the hell was he about to do?
Well the answer was simple. He sat in the Slytherin common room at a desk and literally asked them to write him all of their complaints about him so he could fix it. He got a couple of âYou are a piece of shitâ responses along with a few serious requests of âDonât mess with Rachel Newburry againâ or âCould you prank Ravenclaw like once? They need a good laugh now and again too.â
He came back to you in the library, showing you everything he did and you sighed. âAlright Potter. Did you ever find out who pranked Gryffindor?â you asked. âNo.â âI know who it is.â You sighed. âWho?â âRachel Newburryâs boyfriend Jacob Canterville.â You answered. âHow do you figure?â James asked. âBecause he told me.â You admitted. âOh.â James nodded. You sighed and went back to your reading. âIâll stop with the pranks.â James said making you look up. âHmm?â You asked. âThe pranks. Iâll stop--â âI never said to stop James I said to stop roping outsiders into it.â You said. He rose a brow. âSo... You liked the pranks?â James asked, a smile tugging at the boyâs lips. You chuckled âYouâve got to tell me how you got Peeves to help you.â You laughed. âI honestly donât know, he just took a liking to me.â James admitted. You smiled at James and he smiled back. âOh and uhm.. You might want to throw out your quill.â You admitted. âWhy?â James asked. âMightâve.. used something that makes it catch fire when you try to write with it?â you admitted making him snort. âIâll throw it out later.â He chuckled. âYou also might want to throw out your shampoo.â you added. âThatâs where you put the hair dye!â He realized. âYeaaahh.â you nodded. âIs there anything else?â James asked. âuh... Donât try to open your potions textbook for the next two hours because it will most definitely attack you.â you noted. âWait how--â âI made it sentient temporarilyâ you said making him gape. âOh donât give me that look! Youâre the one that rigged six paint bombs in the dungeon last month!â You said. âOh yeah, that was me.â he remembered. âYou forgot you had done that!?â You asked. âYeah, that one was me testing out if the paint bombs actually worked.â he answered making you facepalm.Â
âYouâre an absolute mess Potter.â you laughed. âYou know you wouldnât have it any other way Y/n.â He said making you smile. You shook your head looking at the boy in front of you. He smiled at you, moving strands of your hair out of the way. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before getting up and walking towards the door. âYouâre right.â You said making him turn around. âAbout what?â He asked.
 âI wouldnât have it any other way.âÂ
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So a complete chat blanc theory~~
Damn, Iâm pretty sure chat actually did murder everyone. âor maybe he froze them or smth?? cuz he and the whole destroyed Paris has a very blue hueâ Since this is a kids show I doubt anyone will die, but maaaaybe he did kill them all with cataclysm, cuz weâve seen volpinas illusion do just that before in catalyst.
Ok, just from the trailer, he looks like a rogue Akuma, the most dangerous kind. How did this happen? Now let me explain...
Letâs start from the beginning, after sadly returning to his room from winning what seems a tournament of sorts ( he has a medal) which probably his father missed, he sees ladybug leave a love letter from marinette on his bed (pray god he connects the dots and finds out ladybugs identity).
So he calls her to invite her to his house, âmarinette has an umbrella maybe itâs the same one he gave her on origins?âthen tells her about his discovery and his acceptance of her love. Marinette is obviously distressed, she wanted Adrien to love marinette not ladybug!!
So after running from the situation hawkmoth tries to akumatize her. Smth that i thought was weird is adrien transforming into chat for everyone to see. Like, I know marinette is his friend and all, but to risk it all for a regular person to not be akumatized?? He must know sheâs ladybug, because if ladybug gets akumatized, itâs game over. (well now that I think of it, if either of them get akumatized is game over,heh)
After saving marinette from a possible akumatization heâs outed as chat noir. Gorilla is in the background so he obvs takes chat into the house and tells Gabriel. Gabriel then takes chat where he keeps Emile, transforms into hawkmoth and then tells him how to get his mom back with the help of the cat and bug miraculous. (They probably kick marinette out of the house and close the doors on her nose, so she canât intervene)
Hawkmoth offers to akumatize him to give him strength to take down ladybug, but after his doing this, chat will most likely go insane and on a killing spree, cuz akumatization enhances negative emotions and he has plenty of that.
Now thereâs two ways this can go
He kills hawkmoth OR he takes hawkmoths miraculous instead cuz he doesnât want to be controlled by anyone, least of all people his father, the very man who controls every single aspect of his life but seems to be ever absent from it and thus this is where the medal from earlier comes to play, he still feels salty about his father not giving a shit about him winning his tournament/ not being there, so boom extra motivation.
Now either way, he goes outside and finds marinette. Tells her he beated hawkmoth (maybe showing her his miraculous) and asks for her miraculous to bring his mom back, she freaks out and transforms. They battle for a while, destroying all of paris in the way, but he ends up overpowering her so she detransforms into marinette and after not giving up her miraculous he kills her with his cataclysm snapping fingers shooting gun thingy. Destroying her miraculous while doing so and accidentally ruining his plan on getting his mom back.
So after destroying everything, he just waits,,, for someone to reach out to him?? Plagg?? His father? Anyone? He just seems so dang lonely.
So now with the solution:
Bunnix goes back in time to get past ladybug to helpâIâm pretty sure that this is like a tradition for all the bunnixes in time, like the bunnix before the actual one did it, the one before her did it, and so on on so forthâ. ( to clarify which past ladybug, probably the one before she leaves that dang note on adriens bed, maybe sheâs writing it or smth)
Note how she has ladybugs head on a pot to cover her eyes. Maybe time traveling can be mind blowing for anyone other than the rabbit miraculous holder or Bunnix didnât want her to see the level of destruction chat blanc has made and to make her become overwhelmed by it.
Also sheâs gone in the little fight chat and ladybug have so she doesnât want to/canât interfere more than she already has or maybe the bunnix from the future told her it must be this way or smth?? Time travel is confusing... ( or chat killed her too, who knows)
Anyway, Chat blanc looks very excited and happy to see her, almost as if itâs been a long time since he last saw her â we donât know how long this kitty has been waiting all alone in this apocalyptic worldâ and this clearly is the first time this ladybug sees him.
He reaches out to her and tries to make her cooperate into giving him her miraculous the pacifist way, ( look how surprised she is when he grabs her ears, heâs also super close to her, so they where talking, maybe she was trying to talk some sense to him or smth) but after her refusal he just tries to snatch them from her. This time he will be more careful and will try not to kill her, so we can get a ânerfedâ chat blanc instead of the killing mode one.
Either ladybug wins this time ( thereâs a theory on how that goes out at the end of this oneâ¨â¨) OR, she looses again and has to retreat.
Now for the spicy bit of my theory Iâm basing this whole thing in this old spoiler pic of ladybug in Gabrielâs secret basement. (I know all of paris is flooded but this seems like a bunker of sorts?? Idk)
In their fight, chat blanc spilled the beans and said smth about gabriel, his father, being hawkmoth. So after this big ass reveal, sheâs overpowered by him. Barely manages to escape and without anyone to go to, she decides to go to the agreste manor. (The lucky charm she summons during the fight can be a butterfly) talks to the now detransformed hawkmoth and they team up to defeat chat blanc. This can go three ways
1. Gabriel uses the peacock miraculous and creates a sentimonster out of his or ladybugs grief to beat chat blanc. (this one is unlikely, cuz we havenât seen any designs of peacock Gabriel before, while weâve seen designs for everyone else, mister bug, lady noir, turtle master fu, etc.)
2. he gives her advice on how to get better at fighting or use her miraculous better, idk.
3. And the evil one: Ladybug takes Emilie and Gabriel ( he helps her to come up with this idea) and lures chat out. She gives him an ultimatum, destroy your Akuma ( most probably itâs in the ring which already makes it difficult for ladybug to win without his cooperation) or she drops his family ( maybe she has them hanging from her yo-yo or smth, god damn this got dark). Chat cooperates and destroys his ring âI donât think taking out his ring will affect his transformationâ she casts the miraculous ladybug, bunnix returns from the dead and takes her back to her time. ( lets hope that this miraculous ladybug erases everyone memories or maybe one of bunnixes powers does. I mean, she has the power to time travel, she must have some cool memory erasing thingy from when she fucks up or smth idk. She erases ladybugs memories, tells her to not write that dang love letter and disappears)
â¨â¨NOW for the option where ladybug defeats chat on that buildings roof top.
Ladybug manages to snatch chats ring from him, but this doesnât have any effect on him whatsoever and she canât transform herself into lady noir to destroy it cuz itâs basically impossible and besides the ring is the home of an Akuma so it will behave as a regular ring so no plagg either.
We have another two way situation:
1. she tricks chat blanc into destroying it somehow, fixes everything with the miraculous ladybug, bunnix takes her back before she can see anything else, the end. (most likely outcome tbh, cuz in this version she never figures his identity but sheâs left with the knowledge of the dangers of having chat akumatized, which is neat)
2. she flees to the agreste manor and Gabriel helps her purify the ring without breaking it (the dude knows his stuff about the miraculous so itâs possible)
Either way, since bunnix and time travel is also involved, no one will remember shit from this.... like, marinette is with her hair down in this episode and in loveeater (the season finale) adrien emphasizes how heâs never seen her like that sooo, this episode wonât even happen, it will have have absolute zero consequences in the plot and will most likely go insane because of it, so we are in for a ride.
YES YOU HAVE BUT YOU DONT REMEMBER/ IT NEVER HAPPENED.
Damn that was a long rant... it has many holes but hey, I had fun.
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TeeVee Podcastâs Voltron s8 review
Iâve been waiting eagerly for TeeVeeâs review of s8. If you recall, their s7 review was what gave us the man getting choked up about Shiroâs relationship.Â
The link to the podcast is here but if youâd prefer a sort of transcript, here are some of the highlights for me. I didnât always catch who was speaking but I wrote down initials where I could. S=Shanon, A=Antony, M=Moises, C=Chip D=Dan. The panel is divided on their feelings on the season. 2 of them seem to have hated it, one liked it, one thought it was fine, and one feels mixed about it. Anyway here we go, some great quotes ahead.Â
Under the readmore cuz itâs long.Â
S: "After 7 seasons of a show that was going to be one of the animated series of the decade, they not only did not stick the landing, they fell on their butts, rolled off the mat, off the lines, into the judge's table and their leotard popped open"
"A lot of the plot was callbacks to things from seasons ago that we really probably didn't need to see again." "I wasn't entirely sure that they weren't gaslighting me."
Man Shannon is calling out some great points. She's calling out the dropped druid plot thread, and wondering what the point was of showing Lotor's past when he's dead, and nothing can change in his present and his redemption can't really happen.
A: "endings are hard. I was disappointed with this season [...] it was let down by poor plotting and that final battle made me throw my hands up in despair most of the time. But I have enormous sympathy for the EPs. Maintaining a longform episodic story is hard. And to pull off an ending that satisfies even MOST of the audience is harder yet. and let's not forget they were always upfront that vt always had 'editorial interference' from up top. Toys, the fact that it's aimed at children, corp resistance to some of the more modern social issues that they've tried to tackle. THAT SAID, we don't know what happened on this production, who had the final say, what they argued over. and I say this cuz a lot of the fandom drama over it assumes a LOT over how media and entertainment like this is made that simple ARE. NOT. TRUE. Some of the stuff I've read has been ABSURDLY offbase, like that there were different writers rather than just 1 the whole way through which ignores how TV is made. And if you think these writers just go off and write a script without talking to anyone first and then they come back with something that must be filmed without any changes, THAT'S NOT HOW ANY OF THIS WORKS. [..]we don't know who made these decisions. The studio isn't always the bad guy. Sometimes they rescue things that would otherwise have been a horrible mess. And unless you were IN THE ROOM, you don't know, and neither do any of us. So let's all bear that in mind. [...]You can't lay the blame OR credit on any one person. For any of this."Â
They're laughing & making so much fun of the final 3 episodes and how baffling they were.Â
"Don't even get me started on Voltron merging with Atlas [and the crew disappearing] that was a bad, bad idea."Â
"But that was the ONE time Shiro was back with the team!"
a couple dudes are relatively ok with the Allura death because we've never seen a WOC heroically sacrifice herself for the universe and usually it's the Shiro hero character D: They also point out that technically she wasn't fridged so.. yay?
Antony and Shannon vehemently disagree.Â
A: "My problem with that ending was more just that it was... not. good." he makes a comparison to RotJ where Vader still dies and it's his SON, who lives, who 'redeems' him. "This was none of those things. It felt like a terrible lesson. You can be so evil that you kill literally billions of people for 10k yrs but if you say sorry just before you're about to be executed it's alright, dw about it, we'll put the universe back to rights. NO, that's a terrible lesson!!"
S:"They had the LIONS. That's my problem. Throughout this series we've had stakes going up but there has always been a trading of ideas, what can we do, what can we figure out, up to the point where they wind up sacrificing the castle, but they go through steps before that 'is there anything else we can doâ. And here, there's not even... she didn't even get to say goodbye to Coran! This is the one character, WOC, and she has sacrificed throughout this entire series. She lost her planet. She lost the last connection she had to her father in the AI. She kept LOSING things over and over to the point where she sacrifices her crown to help Shiro. and the thanks she gets is that she has to turn around and say nope I've got to away and fix all of this and apparently never see you all again. It really, REALLY REALLY bothered me. All of my friends who have CHILDREN who watch this show, universally the kids were upset and angry and tearful and HATED that outcome. This did not feel like a triumph. Having to lose Allura like that robbed any kind of triumph in the success of saving all the universes. And I think that's one of the reasons that this last part of the season sits so poorly with me. I feel like it should have ended in a triumphant way. even if it meant losing a couple of the team members or the lions. Of course that takes away the toy aspect which is why that's not an option. We already had several tragedy arcs in this series. Zarkon, Honerva, and Lotor had tragedy arcs. Why does Allura have to have one too? We've had enough."Â
Antony & Shanon KILLIN IT on this podcast y'all.
C: "This series relies so much on 'oh wait, there's a new upgrade', 'oh wait, there's this new thing'" A: "Well that was the entire final battle." C: "So there's this handwavy Allura has to sacrifice herself. The heavy lifting wasn't done to make this an earned moment."
S: "I do think, whether it was at the direction of DW or WEP (Vld IP), without those little epilogue cards, there is the potential opening that Allura might be able to return.[..]It was open to interpretation."
One guy likes the Shiro ending for the surprising progress aspect, even though he's not thrilled about how it was put together. also he isn't convinced the epilogue wasn't planned. He likes a lot of s8 but all the stuff he likes is tied to stuff that he really didn't like.
S:"The shiro card is the other reason that I think those things were shoved in. For me, that turns Shiro's entire character into a token when he wasn't before. When they introduced his sexuality, it was done BEAUTIFULLY. There was this conversation with his significant other a mature relationship that ran into its problems and therefore couldn't happen anymore. Adam could've been Adele, and nothing would have changed about that conversation. It was not the defining characteristic of Shiro. It was just something else about him."
S: "And then s8 happens and Shiro is divided from everybody on the team. There are so few interactions of any kind that aren't just barking orders. or making plans. Keith is the prime example. Their friendship had been a backbone of this series and suddenly they can't even stand more than feet 5ft from each other.Â
A:Â âItâs barely evident, yeah.â
M:âAnd the same with the rest of the main cast. And if they had set that up at the end of s7, that heâs going to go into the background a bit, it wouldnât have felt as weird.
S:Â âAnd they didnât! S7 was miraculous in the fact that even though heâs no longer in a lion, heâs still got a vital part to play in the series. And s8 erased that. It pretty much neutered him! And the kind of message is once you've revealed this character to be gay, we've gotta keep him out of the way. And if they had not put those end cards in, again the fact that he's a gay man is just the fact that he's a gay man and it's not any bigger or smaller aspect of his character, but they did not EARN him marrying random bridge crew member #3."
A: "and RETIRING! A man who LEFT adam because he felt he had to go and fight."
A: "He left the guy he loved before because of his devotion to"
S:"To fighting to making things right"
A:âTo being a soldier and doing the right thing.â
C:âIsnât the whole point then that he achieves that?â
M:âThe fightingâs over and he can leave that behind and he can actually be happy.â
S:Â âHe wouldnâtâve. I donât see it.â
M:Â âI violently disagree.â
C:Â âI think it was a nice endcap for his character."
Moises also likes this because itâs not a BYG scenario and he gets retired. Shannon is extremely exasperated by these takes.Â
S:âFor me, itâs like Tangled. You go through Rapunzel and Flynn, going through their adventures, getting closer, getting to know each other, they save each other, things like that. And then sheâs reunited with her parents and then we get and endcap that says âfor political reasons her parents decided they needed to marry her off to the prince in the next county, sorryâ. That wouldâve had people RIOTING. Thats not how you do a story with characters that people care about. And to shove shiro off onto this random character that we--his name is never spoken!â
A:âNo he had like 3 lines in the entire season.â
S:âHe had 3 line sin the season, you donât know his name unless you watched the subtitles, and in the audio narration for the visually impaired, they called him Adam in the endcap. They called him Adam! They fixed that now. It feels like a hugely clumsy attempt to grab the woke points for a character that didnât need them.â
Moises then talks a little about Shiro and Keith and how he and Shannon both thought there was something there, and still do, but they canât know what happened behind the scenes and to theorize on the intent of that relationship is âconspiracy theory landâ and trying to decide what the writers were prevented from doing is like âreading tea leaves and chicken bonesâ. He references people extracting things from his own writing.Â
M:Â âAs much as I wanted to see that relationship flower and flourish, the fact that it didnât, look, itâs one of a million times thatâs happened for me, with fiction, where things didnt turn out the way I wanted to see them.â
S:âIâm talking about 2 different things, as far as Shiroâs character, vs shipping issues. I feel Shiroâs character was done a disservice that if they were going to end him in a relationship with another man, they didnât earn it by throwing that little endcap on.â
M:âYeah, they could have brought back one less robeast or something.â
S:âThe other thing is, I think there is enough out there as far as interviews with JDS and LM to show that at the very least I think they meant to leave it openended. Again if you take out that endcap, the last shot includes a shot of just Shiro and Keith, together, same screen, looking up as the lions go away, without saying anything further. I know I pie in the sky hoped that they were gonna kiss this season when we did our s7 recap and yes that was the shipper in me talking. I truly did not expect that they would be able to go that far. What I did not expect was for them to tear it down. And I feel like thatâs what they did. Between the complete absence of interactions in s8, and then throwing that epilogue in there.â
Dan doesnât understand how that could be because he sees no reason for them to do that. Shannon patiently explains about DWâs history with LGBT characters but Dan insists that the creators told the story the way they wanted to and heâs fine with Shiro getting a marriage even if itâs a character they donât know.Â
Overall the panelists love the show still, and in most cases prefer to consider it in the realm of s1-6 with a weak final double season (7&8) or that the show ends after s7. They would all love to know how long the NDAs last, a making of perhaps, to know what the heck happened and what changed along the way. Big mood my dudes. Big mood.
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Erik x OC! (Morrigan)
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A/N: Here I am starting something new when I have shit to finish đ¤ˇđžââď¸ The inspiration for this came from Season 1 Episode 2 of The Blacklist. The military time format I use is referred to as the Day Time Group (DTG) and the format is as follows DDHHMM(Z*)MONYY which translates into; 2 digit day, time in 24 hour format, military identifier*, 3 digit month code and year. As always lightly proofread/edited. Enjoy! đ
*: Military identifier is basically like a generalized location marker. Iâm using U, which is CA.
Part 2
per¡i¡pe¡tei¡a /ËperÉpÉËtÄyÉ, ËperÉpÉËtÄŤÉ/ noun: a sudden reversal of fortune or change in circumstances
Erik
060900UJUN
I think that she knows. Iâm not absolutely sure yet but she definitely knows something. Everything about her has been withdrawn lately. Normally our eyes meet in the mirror when I walk into the bathroom and sheâs brushing her teeth. For the past couple of days sheâs been doing everything in the shower. She froze when my hand grazed hers yesterday, I donât think Iâve ever seen her retract it so quickly. We both reached for an apple out the fruit basket at the same time. Our kiss goodbye this morning wasâŚforced and dry. She definitely knows.
Morrigan
June 6 6:30pm
Iâm in my car in contemplating going home. Everything about the man I married is starting to feel more and more like either a mystery or a lie. Iâve been walking around on eggshells for days. And to think that, that stupid kiss this morning gave me away. I havenât even begun to fully process this shit. But I know better than to tell anyone or ask for actual help. That much I do know. Who is this man that I call husband?
070900UJUN
Once it hit 22:00 and she still hadnât made the effort to come home that was all the confirmation I needed. Since it didnât seem like sheâd be returning for the night I started to initiate my burn protocol. It wasnât until I removed the wooden box I had hidden under the floorboard in the mudroom that I realized how bad it was. How much she knew. She probably doesnât even realize she left it but I noticed it. Iâm trained to. Blood on the box smeared right underneath the latch. She said she cut her palm slicing strawberries. The GPS tracker I had installed in her watch told me exactly where she was so there was no need to go find her. Sheâd have questions and when she was readyâŚsheâd ask them. I spent the rest of the day trying to pinpoint how I missed it? When did she find it? How long has she known?
June 7 3:00pm
I was not myself at work and everyone noticed. Iâm normally the one to volunteer to work the front desk because on days when itâs dead it gets the most traffic. Today I was in the common kitchen with the TV off just sitting in one of the chairs. I didnât even realize Claire was in there until she dropped her teacup. It shattered on impact just like mine did the day I found the wooden box underneath the floorboards. The good thing about working in Human Services was how big on mental health they were. As soon as my boss noticed how withdrawn I was she let me take the rest of the day off. All the âpeople we serveâ, thatâs what we have to call them, were out with their families for the day so we pretty much just all sat there waiting for the phone to ring and staring at each other. I stopped by the diner before going home, I donât really know why. The waitress kept trying to make me order my usual pancake special because I âlooked like I could eatâ. I could eat if I wasnât wrapped in my thoughts about returning to the one place I should feel safe.
071700UJUN
Iâm sitting in the living room on this damn blue couch I hate just waiting. Statement piece my ass. I cleared off the coffee table so now all that was on it is my wooden box, the lid flipped up with all its contents laid out. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breathe in as I finally picked up on the sound of her key turning in the lock. Sheâd been sitting in the car for 15 minutes. Nothing good was going to come out of this but this job was starting to change me. â
When Morrigan finally stepped into the house she was on high alert but tried not to show it. Morrigan knew Erik was home because his car was in the driveway and the living room light was on. Setting down her keys and work badge she stepped out of her shoes and hang her jacket on the coat hook before advancing. Heat shot through Morriganâs body as the sound of her heart beating started to burn in her ears. Morriganâs russet colored eyes set on the scene before her. Upon approaching the entryway that wooden box was staring back from the coffee table. Â Open with all its contents laid out. 7 Passports, at least 8 various forms of currency, Driverâs Licenses from every state theyâve visited in the last 2 years, 3 flash drives and a 357 Magnum with ammo. By time she finally laid eyes on Erik he was already looking at her. He was no doubt gauging Morriganâs reaction this whole time. Waiting for a sign.
âWelcome home! Howâs Tracy?â
Morrigan swallowed hard at the mention of her friendâs name. He smirked as he continued to rattle off names of people that frequented all the places sheâd been recently. Growing more confused. The tone Erik spoke with was very off-putting. The universal signifier of âI know something you donât knowâ. Hauntingly calm. Morrigan grabbed her arms; rubbing her thumbs over her shoulders as she lightly shook from the chill it gave her. He noticed it all. âHasnât felt like home for awhile now.â
âYou wanna know what gave you away?â He questioned, leaning forward elbows rested on knees. He turned his head in her direction before cocking an eyebrow. Silently demanding a verbal response.
Fingering her plump bottom lip, âIt was the kiss.â If a kiss were what youâd actually call it. Compared to how it normally was that kiss was the equivalent to the forced cheek peck a teenager gives their mom with one foot out the door. Morrigan couldnât wait to get away from him. Just like right now.
âGood girl. What else you find?â
âNothing, really.â
âThatâs kinda funny cuz somethinâs missinâ.â
âTrust? Honesty? Transparency?â
âWhereâs the flash drive Morrigan?â
âTheyâre right there, Erik.â
Erik crashed his fists into the coffee table causing some of the items to flip about and topple to the floor. A part of him had grown fond of having Morrigan around. That was the only thing keeping Erik from going full-blown Killmonger. He bore his teeth like an animal, nostrils flaring as he asked one more time for the item in question.
âOh! You mean this?â Morrigan questioned as she as she pulled the flash drive from inside her bra. Before tossing it over the table right into his lap sitting in the chair across from Erik and mirroring his posture. Legs spread, elbows rested on knees with head cocked to the side. While Morrigan wore a giant smile as Erik stared back with a look of confusion. He couldnât figure out for the life of him what she was smiling about.
âSo tell me, Erik. Why me?â
âThe shoes. Thatâs the day I knew I had you. I left them at your old place while I was away. I came back for them but youâd already left for work. When I grabbed them I noticed that you had drawn a heart in the dust that settled on them.â
âThe fact that you never mentioned it is how we knew I got you.â
âWe?â
âDonât worry NâJadaka. Everyone has a weakness.â Morrigan offered as she sat back relaxing in the chair crossing her legs still wearing that smile. Finally the fun begins Morrigan thought to herself, waiting for Erik to make his move.
A/N: Questions, comments, theories, and anger welcome đ
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1x02 / incorporeal girlfriend
CHARLOTTE:
Hello Violet Beach! Charlotte Cranor-Liu here to keep informing the general publicâor, the not-general not-publicâabout how terrible everything is!
So! Letâs talk.
Iâm Char, Iâm sixteen, junior at the Corielli Academy For Creative Youths, and your new best friend. Unless, like, weâve already met, in which case, you already know what I think of you.
So. Where to start? Cuz I got stories. Uh. At fight call today, I hit Andrew Meyer for real, which was pretty satisfying. Cuz heâs the worst? AJ high-fived me afterward, and actually told me where he worked? Which was super satisfying, cuz I got kicked out of the Starbucks for fighting in the alley by it? In fairness, the guy stole tips, it wasâit was morally an obligation. But the assistant manager was like, âoh, but now heâll sue us, and why did you claim to be an employee,â which, like, has she never heard of getting into character to add more feeling to a situation? He would be more likely to give it back if he thought he was stealing my money? Justâwhatever. I needed a new coffee-source and now I have one.
But, anyway, AJ took me to the Bean Zone today, which, cool, I didnât know they were even open. Neither did anyone else, though, I donât think because it was empty. Which might also be because their coffee is kind of the worst? Still.
I kept AJ busy, though. He used his employee discount, so, I only paid, like, ten bucks total for my thirteen drinks. So. After I was properly caffeinated and his two-hour shift ended, which, I didnât even know they did those, we started biking to his place, and heâhe fell. And I got nervous, and I grabbed his arm to help him up once I was sure he was okay, and when I made contact, theâ
Well, Teresa talked about this last time, but the sky went that gross purple color. And I assumed tehatâI assumed that the glow was because of us touching, so I let go, and thenâI couldnât.
And then the breeze thatâs always there happened again. And we were back on the road, on our bikes, and we were pedalling. Like nothing happened.
And he said, like, uh, âNice grip,â or something, and I nodded, because my gripâs pretty nice, and we were just, in, like, a really weirdass situation, so.
Anywho. So we went back to my place and my sister was all like, oh, wow, whoâs this, yourâcensored rude term that disrespects AJ, who is, like, maybe my only friendâand so I yelled at her?
I mean. Heâs not my only friend. Iâhe is.
Why canât I say that I have other friends? LikeâIâm trying to lie, right now.
Um. Okay. Cool. So.
Weâll get to that later.
But, anyway, I did scream at her, yes. Cuz she was an ass. As per ush.
So. Anyway. AJ and I went up to my room and started watching a bootleg ofâyâknow? If this, like, truth serum thing going onâs a thing, Iâm not gonna try to name the show. Cuz itâs embarrassing. I wanted toâno. Okay.
Canât lie! Thatâsâ
Ugh! Thatâs so stupid!
Um. What else? I think I saw a ghost during photography today, but thatâs just how the woods are sometimes. AJ and I broke into some assholeâs beach house back there for this weekâs project, because last year the guy who owns it was a creep to me. But I think that maybe his house is haunted? Cuz there was this, like, weird mist in the living room right by the TV.
But again, thatâs just how the woods are. I think. Thatâs not really my zone. But, of all places in this town to already be haunted? Thatâs, like, top thirteen spots, natch.
Also: Gregory And Janet Wilson Who Live In The Beach House Development In The Woods From May To September Every Year But Who Live In Virginia Otherwise left three spare keys under the lion statuette in their uglyass overgrown garden. So, there. Make of that what you will.
But. Itâs a supernatural occurrence, or whatever you wanna call it, so I should put it on here. The ghost sighting. Not his key location. Thatâsâthatâs just a thing that I know. Obvi.
The mist was, likeâit was kind of all-consuming? Like, in that way that people are always all-consumed by beauty, but not really, because I was also having heart palpitations. Or something. Not really sure what heart palpitations are, but, uh. I was overwhelmed by the beauty but also? Very, very afraid of it. I felt like I was frozen in place, like I was being swallowed by itâ
And then AJ said, âAre you okay?â and I snapped out of it. I asked him if he saw it, and he nodded, was like, âuh yeah, but, like, we could agree before entering that the woods are super haunted,â and I agreed, but, like, he didnât seem to get the vibes that I did. Swear to god, I heard horror movie music behind me.
Uh. The Corielli board is meeting tonight, and Iâm supposed to talk about the theater program, justâI donât like talking in front of the PTA, because I donât know any of their kids, like, logically, I should know their kids. There are maybe 200 people in the high school, and I know most of them. I know all of their faces.
But the Corielli boardâs faces donât look like anybody. Like, literally. Iâve talked at Corielli board meetings, like, seven times, and I cannot tell you what a single parent looks like.
Which might be supernatural happenings also? Nice.
[faux-excited]
Mystery! Intrigue! Cool!
[a pause, a sigh]
At least this truth-curse-or-whatever-the-hell-it-is has room for jokes. Thatâs, like, legitimately cool.
Um. So, I have to talk to the board tonight, and I think thatâll beâthatâshit. Shit, itâs in ten minutes.
Iâll record more later.
[static, and a click. CHARLOTTE is out of breath.]
Okay, Iâm back. Iâmâholy shit.
So, I think the truth curse is off, butâlike, obvi, Iâm not gonnaâI can promise that Iâm not exaggerating.
So, the board. The board.
So, I think I said that they might be paranormal activity? They super are. Iâm usually late, when I go to meetings? But I was on-time, and, uh, I was supposed to stay in the auditorium, but I went backstage to check on the set, but. Whatever. I was backstage. And so were they.
The board, I mean.
And they wereâthey were silent, in a circle, staring at each other. All of them. No one said anything, for a minuteâlike, I started timing a few seconds in, and it was at least seventy-seven seconds.
And one of them looked up, and justâfeedback and sirens came pouring out of his mouth, like during an emergency when youâre watching TV orâ
And he looked at me, blinked, and said, âMiss Cranor-Liu, you made it!â and he pushed through the circle, and nobody moved, justâand he grabbed my shoulders, and I wanted toâI wanted to hit him, toâ
He just said, âThe meetingâs cancelled, dear, didnât you hear?â
I tried to take in his face, just cuz, andânothing stood out to me.
And I tried to pull away, to hit him, toâto, like, kick him in his balls, or whatever, and my body justâit froze. And then there was that stupid purple again, andâ
And I was outside. And I checked my email, and I didnât get a cancellation notice, soâuh.
Somethingâs happening at Corielli. And, uh, I thinkâfour or five of us went to Corielli, like, Teresa and Elaine def didnât, and Benji, likeâIâve seen him on campus before, like, when I was in middle school, but also, Iâm pretty sure heâs omnipresent, so. Who knows, with him. But the majority of us involved went to Corielli, soâlike. Thatâs relevant, I think? Put it on your conspiracy board, next to the seven photos of Avril Lavigne and her dopplegangers. Use green yarn, for, likeâfor my sake. Sâa good color for conspiracy theory boards that you never see anywhere.
I watch a lot of conspiracy theory videos, just toâto laugh at that. Also, theyâre so consistent to me? So theyâre very relaxing. Good to fall asleep to. Like, some folks need white noise or ASMR or whatever, but a good olâ Andy Kaufman death hoax ten hour loop, yâknow? Or, like, a Sondheim is multiple people one. It exists. You have to look hard for it, but, like, it almost convinced me that there are eighteen of him, so itâs worth it. I watched a seven-part documentary on the moon-landing thing when I was a kid, and that thing just, likeâit got me so interested. Iâm not crazy or anything. But this is ringing major documentary alarm bells. Maybe I can hit up some clickbait site and they can send folks over here to wrap a nice bow on this whole weird situation.
[beat]
Nobodyâs gonna listen to this, likeâand AJâs the only person whoâll care, so, like, might as well talk on here.
Mae Babson the new transfer student is hot as hell. LikeâI try not to have crushes, because theyâre dumb, and they keep my eyes off the prize, which is to say, yâknow. College. My art.
Itâs a truth universally acknowledged that feelings are pointless and that weâd be way better off without them, yâknow? Especially when those feelings are for really dreamy girls who manage to look, like, at least 70 percent like sheâs into girls, even though this is Corielli, so, like, she could be the straightest girl on earth, and also sheâs weirdly nice, likeânicer than most people. And itâs kind of annoying how nice she is, like, sheâsheâs nice to everybody. Even to people who donât deserve it.
But. Anyways. Sheâs super hot and Iâm kinda sorta in love with her. Whatever. Rant over. Iâll edit that out.
So. Ghosts and mystery and intrigue. Woo.
Yâknow, maybe Maeâs caught up in this mystery, actually, cuzâwell, she only showed up after all that happened. Maybe sheâs, likeâmaybe sheâs a ghost. Thatâs the nightmare, honestly, being in love with a ghost. Like, second only to her being straight? Worst case scenario.
I could write a solid one act about being in love with a ghost and, like, protag comes to accept that sheâs dead and is willing to make this work, but ghost girlâs like, âOh, too bad, donât like girls. Sorry, honey!â And thatâs the plot twist. Sad ending. A tragicomedy for everyone.
But. Incorporeal Girlfriend and playwriting dreams aside, it is weird that she showed up, cuzâwe never get new juniors, especially not midyear? So. Itâs not entirely out there that sheâs involved. Put her pic up next to the X-Files poster, connect âem with red yarn. For love symbolism.
Also, sheâs like, otherworldly-ly attractive, so. That contributes to Benjiâs alien theory. Also, Benji? I donât care about your alien theory. Or that you wrote your thesis on aliens. Or that youâ
Ugh. Just. The email thread is very long and you arenât Agent David Duchovny On The X-Files I Donât Know The Character Name But Oh Boy Do I Know Who David Duchovny Is. Also, use the goddamn group chat? Some of us donât ever check our emails. And I know youâre gonna call me blasphemous or something for not knowing the X-Files guyâs name, which, yeah, I did that on purpose.
So, um, I was helping out the lighting designerâOllie, the other day, because if the show looks like shit itâs my fault somehow, and they kept asking me about purple lights. I forgot about this, likeâ
Wait.
God, I canât stop thinking about the board, actually. I donât know why I didnât say anything. IâmâIâm pretty self-aware, I would have said something. Iâm me, for Godâs sake, I wouldâve said something half-charming and half-assholey, and then I wouldâve been kicked out, and I wouldâve, uh, maybe tried to pick a physical fight, and thenâyeah. You know the deal. I told the Starbucks story earlier. I thinkâI think they somehow stopped me from saying anything, likeâjust like that force wouldnât let me lie or let go of AJâs hand or fight backâthereâs always an inability to do something.
I swear, if this interferes with the show, Iâll fight God. Or whatever force is out there, likeâI will press legal charges against fate or destiny or the passage of time or aliens or whatever the fuck. And also punch it.
The lighting designer stuffâthatâs just me being paranoid, but theâthe board, thatâs real, and Iâm scared as hell. Iâm gonnaâIâm gonna maybe do some recon, re: that, get those costume slash makeup design elective credits Iâve been trying for. I havenât taken the class, because itâs seniors only and also because Ms. Dunkers hates me because her nephew accused me of selling him fake Rent tickets, which, I didnât know they were fake, so, he canât blame me, so she wonât let me in her classes anymore. She has explicitly told admin that âMiss Cranor-Liu is not to enroll in any of my electives no matter how much she complains to you.â So I asked admin, like, can I just do a bunch of independent studies, and I think theyâre afraid of me? So they said yes.
Anyway.
Iâm gonna sneak in on next weekâs board meeting as an interested potential transfer student. Need an alias, and you know that it will be Faith Deathstrike. Which is an unfortunate last name, but a badass codename.
So. Uh. Iâm signing off. Come to the show, week of February twentieth at the Corelli auditorium, and watch me get possessed by an actual ghost during my solo, or whatever. And if I get ritually sacrificed at the board meeting, now you know what led up to my disappearance! This is basically Serial, now, but in real time, right?
Anyway. Cool. Thanks. Bye.
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Written by @MidnightRiderDW @King_D_Crowley and @SammyWDSM
Sammy -Hey Bro, it been a long time since I've seen you Midnight. When did my bro get so many clones? Just working out my life here in this world. What's happening with you? With the mention and appearance of @King_D_Crowley on my brother's shoulder.
Midnight - Thru that rift. More importantly, where the hell have you been?
-Midnight looks back seeing Crowley behind him. He rolls his eyes looking back at his brother and shrugs.-
He's like a bad cold, annoying and hard to get rid of.
Crowley - And still you called me to find a way to get to your Moose.
I feel so used right now. [He sighed loudly]
Sammy - [ Sam stood tall looking over at his brother and Crowley]
Just one day you were right here next to me and the next you were gone, Dean. What happened to you. I've looked for you for months. Just to find you here with no word. Me my life is just peachy Dean.
- Shaking his head at the thought of losing you for good. Stepping away from his brother when he could smell the pastries and coffee. His stomach was grumbling moving over to pick up a glass and filling it with Milk. When he turned to see a face he knows but was different from the one from In his world. -
What's there a Crowley on this world too? Does he follow you everywhere Dean, Like a little puppy dog?
Midnight - Midnight rolls his eyes looking back at Crowley.-
You say you feel so used hm? Funny cuz when I called you your ass was here in seconds.
-Running his fingers thru his hair Dean shakes his head. Does Sam honestly think he didn't do or wasn't still doing anything and everything in his power, and even not within his power to get him here. Now it's Dean who has a look of hurt in his eyes.-
Seriously? You're fuckin' with me right now, right? You don't think I haven't been lookin' for a way to get you here? You think I planned on coming here, leaving you behind? I called this ass for help, that should tell you how damn desperate I've been. I was driving, one second I'm looking out at a sunset next I'm being sucked thru this damn rift and I couldn't stop it. Oh, and FYI, you're not the only Sam Winchester in this world.
Crowley - [Winchesters drama would always be Winchesters drama. A broken record. Getting in the middle of it wouldn't do him any good but he made a mental note to remind Dean he was no ass later]
Sammy - Sam took a drink of his milk downing it in one. Listening to Dean talking. Swiping his mouth with his sleeve before talking.
âYeah yeah, right now I don't know what to believe Because all I know you had left, I was hoping for some kind of sign and something but there was nothing. Dean his kind in Crowley took over our world, with the hunter's numbers were limited. The months had passed when I found my way to a strange lighting storm, When everyone was dead or gone Dean, I even thought you were dead Dean. It took everything of me to leave our world. To the unknowing to what or where I was going. Now I find you here with you murdering arse friend in Crowley beside you. Did you make a deal with him? â
-He watched his brother closely. Moving his eyes in the direction of Crowley. -
âI should have known you would crawl your way into being in Dean's good graces and life again. Wishful thinking Dean, there would be a world without your bromance Crowley following your ass. Just look at him always keeping an eye on you as normal. What do you mean there's are more Sams here too? what is this world, that you seem to call home. Cloneâs world? â
Midnight - Jake and Cowboy who literally saved my sanity, saved me so hate me all you want but don't you dare accuse me of leaving you behind on purpose.
Crowley - [Ok he was fed up of all this]
ENOUGH BOYS!
First Dean stop calling me an ass, Iâve been kind enough to help, AGAIN, Iâve answered when you called, AGAIN.
As for you Moose, donât ct like a child, do you think Dean wouldnât have looked for you? Where has your brain gone? Heâd blow up the moon for you and you know it.
You donât like me, good, I donât like you either but can you for one second just ask the right questions?
What caused that rift? Why, who and where, and who do you have to pay a visit to so it will never happen AGAIN!
Sammy - Just them with Crowley and his empty threats that Sam never took seriously at first.
Dean, I never received anything message from you. All I know you were out in baby and you never came back home, You were gone.
*He shrugs his shoulders not knowing how a better way to Answer Dean question about him leaving him behind. Without being an ass*
Sam was just going on his facts of the truth over the past year. Sam had many questions about Dean life here. Who was this Cowboy and Jake he spoke of?
*Sam stepped back and listened to Crowley putting
His two cents in. Raising an eyebrow to him*
"You are an ass, Crowley, you will never change always looking after number one. What were you hoping to get from Dean if you managed to help him? Answer me this Crowley. " He asked.
He wasn't wrong about me not likely him as he was one of my least favourite people in any world as he wanted to find a way to get rid of Crowley for good.
Sam never knew anything about this rift until he had reached it. Dean seemed to know everything as it seems to me what Dean is saying we aren't the only ones that came through this? Does this world want to keep this rift open for more people to come through Dean?
Midnight - -Midnight first turns and looks at Crowley, the Demon of Hell being the logical one and actually what he's saying, or rather ranting about is true. He rubs the back of his neck.-
Thank you Dr Lecter
-He puts his focus back on his brother.-
The call must've not gone thru, Sam I was literally driving down the street tapping my fingers to Highway to Hell, go figure, anyway within a split second Sam it just appeared. I felt it drawing me in, i grabbed my cell and called you but it sucked me in and before i could even blink i was thru it. I swear to you the second i seen it i tried to call you, Sammy. As far as the rift and Blackwater go, they have been trying to find a way to close that decades. Sam, Colt and Jake have been here for over 20 years. That's how long it's been open that we know of, it could be longer.
-Sighing Dean rubs the back of his neck.-
There is no way to close it, there is no way to turn it around. It's always being monitored in case something that shouldn't come thru comes thru but closing it just isn't possible. Now, instead of fighting, will you com'er for a second?
Sammy - -Sam stood head over his brother, watching and reading his body language listening to him talking. He listened to everything Dean was saying some of it may be right. His expression on Dean's face wasn't a lie as he knew his brother better than himself at times. When he relaxed a little knowing the elephant in the room was still here in Crowley. -
I don't know anything about this rift in our world. As you said it pulled you in Dean? The rift was on the top of the cliffs just outside of Oregan, as I looked night and day between every high and low ground looking for you. Damn Dean even in every little dive Pub and fast food place for you. Now I found you just sitting here with a whole new life.
-Sam walked past
Dean glares a look in the direction of Crowley before turning back to Dean gather his thoughts-
there are others from a different world here too? There are multi Winchester's here too. Who is this Colt? Twenty years. Are you positive there is no way back to try and save some of our worlds? I don't know if I can accept giving up. Looks right now what you are saying I don't have a choice.
Crowley - If I may darlings, let me give you my two cents on this.
[He noticed how Sam looked at him, he was more than unwelcome but he didnât care, he wasnât here to be loved, he was here because he was fucking Crowley]
Are you even one bit accounted with the parallel universes theory? Sam⌠you must know about that. Every choice yo make open a fork, you pick one road but the other one stays open and thereâs a parallel universe when youâve chose the other path. That creates a zillion of different universes where you could be someone or something else⌠Seem like itâs no that much of a theory for youâve been in different universes with many other Sams and Deans making different choices.
Midnight -Dean rubs his hand down his face. He can imagine was his brother is thinking seeing him in the new life. He's now married, for all intent and purpose, to two guys, opening a brewery, working at a company called Blackwater, but what he doesn't seem to understand is the fact that he's been here for over a year.
He's settled into life but not a day or a minute in a day has he not thought of Sam, not a day he hasn't worked on trying to get him here, or reverse that rift which is completely impossible.
The eldest hunter looks over at Crowley, actually, what he says makes sense.-
First off, I haven't 'Settled' into life without you, Sam, and second, what ass here -He looks at Crowley- says has a lot of value behind it. We can fight about 5his till the day we die but the facts are this, I got sucked into that rift, I couldn't get back, I've never stopped trying to get to you, yeah I've made a life here but it's been over a year Sam, and that doesn't mean I've been happy without you here.
As far as the other...us...'es or whatever, yeah there are. We're working on figuring the reason behind this but I can assure you, we sure could use that genius brain of yours. As for Crowley, no, I'm not making any kind of deals with him, believe or not, he's actually been helpful in the task of trying to get to you.
-Dean turns to Crowley.-
And don't say anything smart assed either.
Sammy - *Sam looked over to the small demon in the room with his eyes rolled back and forth. Typically Crowley always got something to say. Two cents. Knowing this might cost Dean and himself more If I needed to listen to this I need a stronger drink than Milk. *
Where is the booze in this place Dean, I know I'm not talking for the both of us, with you having a brewery now. I haven't had a decent
drink in ages?
*Looking back at Crowley*
What is this Mr helpful information Crowley trying to give us the in and out of the universe to suck up until you get whatever it is you want. Crowley answer me this What are you after?
*Sam moved around the room trying to find some beers*
Dean and Sam haven't seen each other for over a year and the Dean standing in front of him was certainly different from the one he was with a year ago plus. Maybe this world might not be as bad after all after a few characters were dealing with, especially one in black coat standing not too far away. Sam was intrigued over this black waters, Sam never thought he or Dean would settle down but Dean has found his place here with two others and a business. Sam had a dream like a zillion years ago not being in the life. This was the life he knew and he wouldn't change to what he is.
Sam found two beers. Picking up two bottles and taking the lid off them and passing one to Dean and the other to himself. Clink his beer against Dean's bottle. *
To Living your dream, Dean. Sorry, Crowley next time Iâll get you one. When you aren't sniffing around Dean so much.
Dean, what is the gig like here with hunters like us? Are you still hunting as much as you being a business and that now? I would like to get on this rift thing. Can you pull some strings for me, like old times.
*Sam jumped up on the tabletop and sat taking a swig of his beer*
Crowley - [Every question you asked seemed to need no answers, you had always disliked him, but it was worst now. Whatever heâd say you wouldnât listen⌠he had offered the best of explanation and you didnât even listen. You didnât want to think, you just wanted your brother back, brother who had a life now and a good one⌠and it was really hard for you. Dear dear Sam⌠whining SamâŚ]
Midnight- I'll call up Colt and let him know you came thru and that you want in with all this.
-Looking over at Crowley Dean sighs.-
Don't be pissed at Crowley Sam, he hasn't asked for anything in return for his help.
Crowley - [Indeed he hadnât asked for anything in return and oddly enough didnât intend to. He had a soft spot for Dean, he was a determined man, clever sometimes, wild pretty much all the time⌠well, he liked him, and without Sam around he had been pretty glad to be treated as a friend Itâs not as if he had many⌠or at all. So yeah he hanged around more than he should, but never had he been what Sam remembered he was⌠oh he was a demon alright, did his demon stuff and wasnât a boy scout⌠but to Dean,
he was as good a friend he could be. With you the younger Winchester back on the map he sort of feared heâd lose that]
Midnight - -Dean plops down in a chair looking between Crowley and his brother. Extremely grateful that he is here. He knows he has to figure a way to let Sam know Crowley is no longer a threat to them of any kind. Of course thinking this and proving this is two different things.-
Sam trust me when i tell you he isn't the same ass he used to be. I'm not tell you that you should or need to trust him but what i am telling you is that i do.
trust me when i tell you he isn't the same ass he used to be. I'm not tell you that you should or need to trust him but what i am telling you is that i do.
* Sam embraced his brother with a big hug before letting go*
I'm Sorry Dean for jumping down your throat over when I thought you forgot about me. Can we just move on and get back to being brothers somehow, with this new life you have here. You look happy here. like being back home. I would like that very much to get back on the road and get working on the rift thing and saving people. Our family business.
*Sam rolled his eyes at Crowley with the whiny Sam comment as he took another gulp of his beer. *
The demon wasn't doing himself any favors to get on Samâs good side. Indeed he didn't trust Crowley as he wanted to find a way to kill him once and for all, because a lot had happened in his world after Dean fell into this world. No way Sam wasn't ever going to let it go, he was unsure if this if this was the Crowley from this world or his, but he wasn't going to let his guard down. Indeed Sam wanted his brother back as he was the only family he had not like Crowley had any family, more likes slaves.
* in the past few months Sam even came across a red-haired witch in Rowena who was Crowley's mother and she never wanted him. They were just the same always after number one. When he study and learned all about Cowley and everything he had done in the past. Looking over to Dean, he didn't say a word over the full subject of Crowley, to Dean Over the new concerns with Him and his mother. There might be a soft spot in Crowley as somehow Dean had Crowley under his little finger. *Letting out a small smirk as he pulled up a seat to sit next to Dean. *
he hasn't asked anything at all from you Dean, Whatâs your secret?
Midnight- To me how you got thru that rift. Maybe if we can figure out how it's working, we can figure out why it's happening. Oh, and here, they call me Midnight. Easier to keep track of all of us Dean's.
Crowley -[The brothers needed time to bond again. Dean had pleaded Crowleyâs case pretty well and more than enough for now. The âtalking too much, I love the sound of my own voiceâ demon knew when to shut up and now was the time to close his mouth. It didnât mean heâd leave them be, he had every intention to be there, with them. Heâd act like a man trying to tame a wild animal, being around, letting them come closer and closer with time. Sam was that wild animal. He could be patient from time to time. And⌠he had Dean on his side. That ârift situationâ would have to be investigated though, it was a real problem]
Sammy - Sam took another swig of his beer. With one of his feet resting over the other knee. Scratching his knee over what Dean was saying about the full relationship with the slimy Crowley. Indeed Sam never wanted to hurt Dean but to protect him over the things he had learned over the past year. Right now he would brush over the crumbs over the idea of Crowley has now changed. He would always keep an eye on him for the sake of his brother. Turning back to look over to midnight a name that would certainly different to him as Dean was just Dean to him but with many clones of his older brother. He would try to remember that. Making a mental note of the Deans that his brother had told him already in. One called Colt, cowboy, and his brother. That's not too many to list three he thought. -
Cheers Dean would be good to get working in the family business.
-Resting his beer on his groin and he stretches out his long arms to lift the cuff on his flannel shirt. Rolling up the cuffs to under his elbow. -
For me to get here, your car had a flat tyre in oregan. When I was on a hunt for one of the horsemen. War had set our world to make the humans fight with each other when they were killing each other thinking some were demons. *Sam looked over at Crowley and then back to his brother before continuing * In the last town over. I was following in his tracks when this storm came out of nowhere with the lightning strikes were certainly unusual for sure. I don't know what it was was make me go and have a look after I managed to change the tyre of when you taught me how. After getting back on the road I follow the strikes always beginning release from one spot over the cliffs. In the wake of the storm hitting some homes and destroying buildings, I made my way up to the top of the cliffs, and there it was. It's only lighting bubbles sending small waves every minute. I took some time to leave baby as I was working Pattern of the strike when some were violent and some weren't. After I found the perfect pattern I step out of baby with my bag on my shoulder after trying to send you one last message to where I was and I am across the lightning thing. I made myself towards it and now I landed here. In this city feeling lost. To know where I was. Now everyone and everything feels normal here. With your new friends too in a Crowley too. Is there anything else changed in your life here Dean? *Crowley was very quietly as Sam rambled on* Are any of the horsemen here? I would like to try and settle a score with war someday too.
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-Y/N and the boys begin getting frustrated with their research.-
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Warnings: Again, more mental health/angst. Iâm sorry! I promise the next part will not talk about anything mental health related! Although, if that kind of stuff bothers you, Iâd advise just not reading this series because having a depressed main character kinda makes it hard to avoid, ya know?
A/N: As promised, here is Part 4 of Poisonous Soul! This one is normal length (Yay!) and may possibly be a bit boring cuz itâs a filler chapter, but the next part it more exciting, I pinky swear! As always, feedback is appreciated and welcomed. You can be as brutally honest as you want (As long as itâs, ya know, constructive and not just mean. Letâs be nice, people!) Next week will be back to normal with a chapter posted on Wednesday at 4:00pm EST. Thank you to everyone who is still with me on this, I love you all! Okay, now I am done talking; enjoy! Â
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There was a time when I was younger that I thought I wasnât human. I was so sure that I had to have some type of super power because I felt different from everyone else around me. In my seven-year-old mind, I knew I was special.
I decided to test my theory out one summer night, just as the stars had started to appear slowly, one by one.
To watch me fly, I had told myselfâSo confident that I was about to join them up there in the night sky.
I jumped out my second story window, putting all of my trust in these imaginary super powers. They were going to save me. I just knew it.
Gravity had other ideas, though, and I fell straight to the ground.
After two broken bones in my leg and a fractured wrist, I realized that I had made a mistake.
Trusting the Winchesters feels a lot like that moment before I took the leap: scared and yet confident all the same.
Watching Dean scroll through his laptop at my desk and Sam flip through the pages of an ancient book beside me, Iâm starting to wonder when Iâm going to feel my bones break again: when I realize that I have made a horrible mistake trusting these two.
âAnd youâre sure you donât have any type of ability?â Deans asks me for the hundredth time, âNo visions? Controlling people with your mind?â
I shake my head firmly, âI already told you, Dean, Iâm one-hundred percent ordinary.â
Dean runs his hands over his face, groaning out of frustration.
âWell, Iâm not finding anything.â He says, âSammy?â
Sam glances up from the book in his lap to give his brother a shake of his head, âMaybe instead of trying to figure out what we donât know,â He says, closing the large text with a thud, âwe focus on the facts.â
I sit up straighter and grab a notebook from the top of my dresser, hoping that I might be able to actually help them this time.
âWe know that Y/N does not have any sort of ability like the other people in my visions.â He glances over at me, probably still waiting for me to freak out about his visions, as he calls them, but after everything thatâs been going on in my life, Iâm not about to judge.
âWe know that I was kidnapped by a demon.â I supply, jotting down what we know.
âA demon who probably works for yellow eyes.â Dean adds, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. A part of me hopes he loses balance and falls to the ground to provide some type of laughter in my life.
âAnd they donât want you dead.â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
âNot at the moment, at least.â I respond to Sam with a smirk, but he doesnât find my sarcasm very funny.
He frowns and shakes his head, âIâm not going to let you die, period, Y/N.â
His large hand rests on my knee, making me feel things I should definitely not be feeling towards the man I barely know.
I clear my throat and look down at my messy handwriting, trying to tear my thoughts away from how warm Samâs palm is on my skin.
âSo, in all, we know that some yellow-eyed demon hired another demon to kidnap, but not kill, me, who is not special in the slightest, and this all has a connection to Sam somehow.â I look up at the two brothers who look just as frustrated as I feel. âHow does this help?â
âWell, we know that weâre missing the connection.â Sam says, âMaybe you and I could try to find the connection between us and Dean can look for any signs of demon activity in the area. I assume there was a reason that the demon wanted to draw Dean and I out; maybe we can catch it before it happens.â
âCan we at least do this over food?â I ask, resting my hand on my stomach. âI am in need of some sustenance.â
Dean smiles before looking over at his brother and throwing him his keys, âYou can take Baby if you promise not to scratch her.â
Sam rolls his eyes, expertly catching the keys with one hand as if itâs an automatic response by now.
I slip on my flip-flops and throw a sweatshirt on all while walking towards the door, driven by the thought of French fries and a milkshake.
âAnd bring me some pie!â Dean yells at us, causing his brother to shake his head with laughter.
âI know,â Sam calls back before shutting the door and hurrying through the hall with me, not wanting to run into anyone from my floor.
Everyone will be moving back into their rooms in a couple of hours and Iâll eventually have to come up with some lie explaining who the Winchesters are and why they are here, but I want to put that off until the last possible minute if I can.
I wrap my arms around myself as Sam opens the door to the building, leading me outside where the wind bites at my cheeks.
âBaby?â I ask Sam now that Dean is out of earshot.
âThe Impala.â Sam rolls his eyes, but thereâs a fondness there as well that tells me he doesnât find his brotherâs quirks as annoying as he makes them out to be.
We continue weaving through the buildings on campus and to the closest parking lot closest to my dorm.
âYou know you guys wonât be able to be seen once everyone arrives, right?â I mention, glancing up at the giant man walking beside me.
Sam nods his head, sticking his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans, âWeâre good at blending in, Y/N.â
âOkay, but this is a Christian college. No boys in the room past visiting hours âŚâ
âI did the research; I know what the rules are.â Samâs lips pull up into an amused smirk, âWeâll be fine.â
I want to push the subject further, but keep my mouth shut. Maybe they do know what theyâre doing; who am I to question the monster hunters.
I rely on Sam to take me to the car because I have absolutely no knowledge on vehicles.
The Impala ends up being one of those classics that old men tend to fix up and drive out to car shows. Itâs a large, black, boat of a car with disgustingly shiny rims. Dean must take a magnifying glass to the paint every day just to make sure he hasnât missed a speck of dirt.
I slide into the passenger side, noticing that the both of them have somehow managed to get their hands on a faculty parking permit.
âSo how are you doing, Y/N?â Sam starts the car up.
I pick at the skin around my fingernails and stare out the window, avoiding eye contact with the beautiful man beside me, âWhat do you mean?â
I jump at the weight of his hand on top of my own, putting an end to my fidgeting.
I look up and into hypnotic, hazel eyes that make me want to pour my heart out to him; to explain all the pain and self-loathing Iâve been harboring inside for years. It makes no sense; I barely know the guy, and yet I donât think Iâve ever been as comfortable around somebody as I am with him.
âYou know what I mean.â His voice pulls me out of my head and back into the present.
I offer Sam a small smile and a shrug, deciding to be as honest with him as Iâm willing, âAs good as I can be after be kidnapped by a demon, I guess.â
He purses his lips, obviously not pleased with my vague answer, âY/N âŚâ
âWhat?â I interrupt him, âWhat do you want me to say, Sam?â I pull my hands away from his. The car suddenly seems too small for the both of us. âThat Iâm fine? That everything is fan-freaking-tastic?â
âThatâs not whatââ
âBecause thatâs never going to happen!â Tears burn behind my eyes. I look up toward the ceiling to fight off the inevitable break down. âIâm never going to be as good as everyone wants me to be.â I clench my trembling fingers into a fist, hating how claustrophobic and trapped I feel, âIâll never be happy enough or safe enough orââ I swallow thickly, unable to continue with my train of thought.
I close my eyes as tightly as I can and try to focus on the biting sensation of my nails digging into my palm: anything to keep me from crying.
âBut Iâm alive and Iâm here.â I finally say, taking a deep breath and looking over at Sam, âIsnât that good enough?â
My throat constricts and tears have broken to the surface, I try to breathe normally, but sobs wrack my body and make it impossible.
Large arms encase me, pulling me closer into a comforting embrace smelling of old spice and musk.
Fingers trail through my hair while I bury my face deeper into the crevice of Samâs neck.
âOf course thatâs enough, Y/N.â He whispers, âThat will always be enough.â
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Hi! Can you write 13 for Keith? (cuz he's my babe.)
13 from [this list]:Â running a 39/102 fever
surprise, this is my first time writing a character with the flu since 2013 *jazz hands* i guess you could say iâve avoided it like the plague? but anyways, i hope itâs okay. pre-relationship college au klance.
(also, this was supposed to be ~100 words. instead it ended up being a long unstylized wreck.)
The door swings open. Keith doesnât bother to change; he drops his backpack onto the ground, kicks off his shoes, stumbles down the hallway. Itâs been a long day. Heâs going to sleep.
His bedroom is an entire fifteen feet away from the door, which isnât that far, all things considered. Except, a few steps forward are enough to send his vision swimming, and he has to lean onto a wall because his legs arenât enough to support him on their own.
Fuck.
His head is pounding and everythingâs too hot, too bright. God, he really needs sleep. Maybe two all-nighters in a row wasnât the best idea. If only he could just get to the damn bed.
He staggers forward, one hand gripping the wall so hard his knuckles are turning white. The floor is cool and nice and a nice alternative for his bed, he thinks. He contemplates laying down right then and there and going to sleep.
Except, then the fifteen feet are over, and heâs leaning heavily against the doorframe to his room, energy sapped. He takes a few steps and practically collapses face-first onto the bed, not bothering to properly pull the covers over himself.
His phone is still in his hoodie pocket, and itâs getting crushed by his weight. Heaving a sigh, Keith pulls the device from his pocket and sets it on the nightstand beside him, not bothering to look up. Heâll skip class tomorrow, he guesses.
When he next wakes up, itâs not burning anymore. Instead, everythingâs too coldâ his whole body is trembling with chills, his nose is stuffed, his head throbs like a second heartbeat. Itâs all he can do to cross his arms over his chest and hope that the intense shivering will abate.
Then his phone buzzes again, and heâs unpleasantly reminded why heâs up in the first place. Groaning, he grabs it from the nightstand, his hand shaking slightly as he squints his eyes and tries to decipher the words on the screen.
L: hey, mullet
L: when are you going to return my astrophysics textbook? :P
L: i have an exam next week, remember? i need it back
Oh. Right. That.
He should get to doing that.
He straightens, the tremors running through his frame intensifying as he stands up from the bed, which has noticeably warmed up from his own body heat. The dorm room is so damn cold. God. He feels like heâs going to freeze.
A heavy jacket and a scarf later, his shivering has only dulled slightly, and he doesnât have to look in the mirror to know that he looks ridiculous. Itâs already spring, and itâs stopped snowing, and heâs inside.
Whatever. A short trip to Lanceâs room and back and heâll be done, he tells himself.
He grabs Lanceâs textbook, which is conveniently sitting on his desk, rips off the post-it notes heâd used as bookmarks, and shoves the crumpled up papers into his pocket. His head is killing him. Seriously, he needs to take some medicine or something.
It seems like a good idea in theory, but then again, he doesnât have any in his dorm room. Heâs known for being ridiculously unprepared, and he doesnât get sick often. He weighs his optionsâwill he really have enough energy to haul himself all the way to the campus infirmary or the convenience store?
Not now. Maybe when he feels better. Textbook. Lance. Right.
He wanders down the hallway and slips into his shoes. He knows the way to Lanceâs apartment like he knows the back of his hand. Heâll be back in minutes.
Orâânot exactly minutes. He waits forever for the elevator, which always takes forever to arrive, and when the door finally opens, he has to lean onto the wall beside the buttons panel just to stop his head from spinning.
Lance lives in the building next to his, but it takes a walk outside in the cold to get to his apartment. Keithâs usually very receptive to the cold, but now, even under all of the extra layers, heâs freezing. He almost contemplates ditching this plan altogether and going back to his nice, not-so-warm apartment.
Heâs already halfway there, though. Might as well.
He sneezes, not even bothering to stifle it, and it still saps his body of half of his remaining energy. Great. Almost there, he tells himself. Just up two more floors, and to the end of the hallwayââ
To his credit, he makes it halfway down the hallway. Itâs a pretty decent effort. Except, then, the textbook falls from his hands and his head starts hurting again, damn this illness. He sits down, back to the wall. He feels awful. This was a bad idea, he shouldâve just called Lance to pick up the textbook himself, heâs so dizzy andâ
âKeith?â
Oh. Lance. Cool.
âKeith, what the fuck are you doing?â
And suddenly, Lance is hovering over him, which is weird, because the last time he opened his eyes Lance was at the other end of the hallway. âUh,â Keith starts. What is he doing?
He picks up the textbook, which has fallen to the ground next to him, and holds it up so itâs practically in Lanceâs face. âReturning this?â Itâs what Lance told him to do, right? Why is Lance staring at him like heâs just done something illegal?
âLook,â Lance drawls, huffing a sigh. âI meant, return it to me when you have time, not return it to me when youâre practically dead on your feet. What the fuck.â
Sick Keith might not be the most coherent, but sick Keith knows that Lance only swears every other sentence when heâs mad. He really canât deal with a lecture right now. âIâll,â he starts, then clears his throat, ââŚjust get going now. Back to my dorm. Okay, bye.â
This is the part where heâs supposed to stand up and run away, but he gets stuck on the first step.
âNope,â Lance says, grabbing his arm. âNo way. Iâm not letting you go all the way to your dorm room.â
Oh, wow, he can actually balance like this. Keith leans into Lanceâs touch so that heâs pressed up against Lanceâs chest, his head resting on the crook of Lanceâs shoulder, because hey, at least heâs not falling over now.
But heâs pretty sure thatâs not what heâs supposed to do by the way Lance goes completely rigid. Shit. Keithâs probably making him uncomfortable. Okay, time to backtrack. He tries leaning backwards so heâs not directly in Lanceâs arms, except the sudden motion throws off his balance entirely. Lance has to grab him to steady him again. âShit, Keith. Youâre burning up.â
âIâm wearing a thick jacket, it should be a given that Iâmââ
âNo, thatâs not why. Youâre like, a literal human furnace right now.â
âI donât feel hot.â
âBecause thatâs not the way it works, idiot. Iâm pretty sure you have the flu.â
Keith blinks and looks down, suddenly pretending that the ground is fascinating. Itâs better than making eye-contact, anyways.
âOh,â he says.
âYeah.â Lance sounds pissed off, which is a good sign that Keith should shut up before he ends up making things worse. And so he does.
Lance tucks the textbook book under one arm and helps Keith up. Neither one of them speaks, but as Lance steers him to his room, Keith doesnât miss the way his eyebrows are drawn together in focused frustration, his lips pulled into a visible frown.
Upon Lanceâs instruction, Keith takes a seat on the bed, movements clumsier and more uncoordinated than usual. His head is spinning, and Lance wonât even look at him. âAre you mad?â
He doesnât miss the way Lanceâs shoulders freeze up, doesnât miss the way he visibly flinches. âWell, duh.â He spits out the confirmation as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world. âYou nearly passed out in my hallway. Do you know how much trouble that is for me?â
Keith blinks and sniffles, curling an arm around himself to keep in the warmth better. âIf itâs really that much work, I can go back to my room if you wantââ
But he doesnât get to finish, because Lance veers around quickly, jabbing a finger to his chest. âAnd pass out halfway?â he demands, and there it is. That look again. âThanks, but no thanks.â
âI wouldnât pass out,â is all that comes to mind.
âYeah, sure. Youâre staying here until your fever goes down.â Lance turns around again, his expression unreadable, and Keith lays back onto the bed, halfheartedly pulling the covers over him. Itâs nice, actually. Itâs adequately warm, and the pillows are positioned nicely, and he thinks heâs already drifting offâ
âexcept Lance is still here, and Keith should probably say something so he can leave. He settles for a tentative, âThanks.â
Had he been more conscious, he probably wouldâve thought more about the way Lance freezes, the tips of his ears turning red. âItâs entirely your fault youâre in this situation. Donât expect me to help you out,â he says, then steps tersely from the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
(Except, when Keith next wakes up, thereâs water and medicine on the counter next to the bed, along with a box of tissues and a bowl of still-warm soup, and Lanceâwhoâs apparently decided to stay in the same room as a sick Keithâis seated with his back to the wall opposite to him, fast asleep.)
#this is stylistically a mess#too much swearing and sarcasm on my part... sorry#i want to delete this lol it doesn't flow at all#i have this like. aversion to writing characters w the flu. but this was somehow fun?#this is titled: lance is a tsundere sorry i don't make the rules.#my writing#voltron#klance
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Ignis x Reader Fic: Next to You Part 10
My readers are masochists xDDD I love you guys. Because you guys have been so patient with me, in one go it is! All 4,390 words of it!
As all good things have to come to an end, the next chapter will be the last. As Iâve said in a previous post, Iâm debating whether or not to make a one-shot on post-Altissia followed with the 10 years of darkness.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8Â | Part 9Â |Â Part 11 (NSFW)
âIs (Y/N) awake yet?â Prompto asked while trying to suppress an escaping yawn in failure and stretched his arms up to the morning sky. âSheâs out cold,â Ignis sighed and lightly shook his head. âLike the dead.â Noct muttered out something incoherent and rubbed his closed right eye. âWhy can she sleep in and I canât?â Gladio glanced at the whining prince, crossed his arms and pointed out, ââCuz youâre not the one who ran around killinâ stuff for five days straight. We should take her with us before she does somethinâ stupid, like raid a Niflheim base by herself,â he suggested. âA valid point, Gladio,â the adviser agreed.
Ignis ducked into the tent and picked (Y/N)âs limp form up bridal style. Her head lulled onto the small crook of his neck and felt her breath tickle his clavicle. Packing up the rest of their camping equipment back into the car, the five headed back to Lestallum. (Y/N) was sandwiched between Gladio and Noct in the backseat. As the adviser made a sharp turn, her head gently landed on the tattooed manâs right bicep. She grumbled with lightly knitted brows and made herself comfortable on her now human pillow.
He looked down at her and smirked.
âSheâs worse than Noct.â âHey, Iâm up, arenât I?â the dark haired prince snapped and glowered at his friend. âYeah, after poking and prodding you for 15 minutes straight,â Prompto chimed in and took a photo of (Y/N). âAnd Iâm sure her new abilities are taxing on her,â Ignis added. âTo have three at her disposal...â âWhat do you mean?â Noct asked. âFrom what little I managed to read up on her family years ago, her weapons are called Reliquiaes; a (Y L/N) is capable of having a maximum of two; a soul weapon and/or a complimentary. The soul weapon allows them to eliminate targets without a shred of evidence, making them the perfect assassins; the complimentary enhances something theyâre already well versed with or to support someone who only has a soul weapon.â âSo letâs see, she has her own, âSpirited Away,â⌠Her brotherâs Silentium Ferro blades...â Prompto listed off. âAnd her other brotherâs eyes,â Gladio finished. âSo she has two complimentaries and one soul weapon?â Noct questioned. âDoes this mean she can still create her own weapon to balance it out?â âYour guess is as good as mine,â Ignis replied as they drove through Old Lestallum. âBut I worry her body wonât be able to handle it.â âRight. Because she repressed her awakening for so long...â the prince trailed off. âIâm sure that weakened her a bit.â âBut she did it to save Iggyâs life,â Prompto noted. âAt the cost of her own...â the driver trailed off and tightly gripped the steering wheel from frustration. âWhy didnât she tell me sooner?â âShe probably didnât want you to worry,â the muscular man gauged. He sighed aloud. âKeeping up with this guessing game will do us no good until (Y/N) wakes up.â
The party arrived at Lestallum short after and parked the car.
âSo⌠what are we gonna do now? Sheâs still out cold,â Noct stated and placed his hands on his hips. âDo we know where sheâs staying?â Gladio included. âLetâs head back to The Leville first,â Ignis instructed. âWeâll figure out the next step from there.â âItâs rare you donât have a full plan hashed out like you usually do,â Prompto pointed out. âSheâs quite good at being a monkey wrench,â the spectacled adviser stated. âItâs almost a talent, if you ask me. Got her into loads of trouble at school.â âWhat for?â the prince asked. âMouthing off at the teachers, especially in Lucian history. (Y/N) would go off on all these tangents about how the Kings and Queens couldâve done things differently with strategic theories if they didnât lack so much conviction to properly rule the kingdom; she then went on to criticize the teacherâs teaching ability and earned herself a 2-day suspension.â âShe really cuts right to the chase,â Prompto blurted out with a light chuckle, all too aware of this habit of hers.
Ignis opened the back car door and slung (Y/N) onto his back to carry her, with Noct helping him position her.
âWhen youâre an adviser in-training, you donât mince words and question every motive.â Arriving back at the hotel, Ignis brought (Y/N) upstairs to their room with Gladioâs help and placed her down on his bed. He removed the top layer of her fatigues so sheâd be able to sleep more comfortably in her tank top instead. The dusky haired man stood back up and arched his back, feeling and hearing his spine crack aloud.
âSheâs a lot heavier than I last remembered...â the spectacled adviser casually remarked with a grunt and stretched his arms over his head. âDonât let her hear that,â the rugged guard advised with a smirk. The air in the room turned moderately serious. âHey, Iggy⌠âBout what I said at camp last nightââ âItâs fine,â he quickly interjected. âIt was a wake-up call I needed.â âSo did she tell you? How she felt nâ all?â
Ignis remained silent and sat at the edge of the bed, looked at her and sighed.
âShe did.â âBut you turned her down,â he assumed. âThe adviser cannot put his life before the crown for his own needs,â Ignis recited from memory. âI get what youâre sayinâ, but thereâs some things you canât let pass by.â âI guess⌠weâll just have to see.â
Leaving her in the room to rest, Gladio and Ignis rejoined Noct and Prompto in the lobby to plan out their next step. The Kingâs Shield, being reluctant to leave Iris on her own, decided to escort her to Cape Caem. However, taking her along in the Regalia meant they had to leave (Y/N) behind. And since Ignis wanted a little time with her, they decided to stay in town for a few extra days to gather funds and supplies before setting out on the road again.
The lone rogue eventually roused back into the world of the living in a daze. She craned her head up and lazily looked around to see she was alone in an unfamiliar room. Scattered sunlight filtered through the shuttered windows. The couch at the far end had a set of neatly folded blanket with a pillow on top. She rubbed her face to rid her of grogginess and let out a long sigh while motioning to sit up on the bed. The room door then slowly opened.
âYouâre finally up,â Ignis greeted and closed it behind him softly. âWhere⌠am I?â (Y/N) croaked out and swallowed hard down her parched throat. âAt The Leville.â âHow long was I out?â she moaned out and ran a heavy hand through her hair and sighed again. Her sleep-ridden eyes followed him to the far end of the room. âLittle past two days.â
He drew the wooden shades back to get some sunlight in, making her shield her eyes with her hands and groaned aloud.
âTwo days? Jeez...â
He poured her a glass of water; she downed it with reckless abandonment when he handed it over. Satiating her thirst, (Y/N) took another deep inhale and shuffled around to push the covers off of herself with what strength she had. He immediately walked over to help her up. Her leg muscles felt like lead and every bone in her body ached.
âHow are you feeling?â âLike a frigginâ Catoplebasâ head rammed into me for some truffles,â she grunted and placed a strong, steady hand on Ignisâ shoulder for support as she sat up at the edge of the bed. Her body hunched over. âI think I overdid it this time.â âIâd say so⌠Having three Reliquiae at your disposal and all.â âAh...â (Y/N) briefly paused. âSo you know.â She let out a dry chuckle and looked down at her flexing toes to get some blood flow going. âOf course you do.â âHave you tried using them all at once?â âIâd probably die if I did.â âWould you still be able to create your own weapon if youâre using your brotherâs?â â⌠I donât think so.â
Her eyes wandered over to her boots, where her daggers could be found sheathed.
âIâm too attached to those,â she said fondly. Ignisâ gaze followed hers and recognized the weapons from the hilt alone.
âI havenât seen those since--â âOur training days,â she finished with a small smile. âI have to do maintenance on them.â âSo youâve been using Azraelâs weapons instead.â âSparingly. His blades take too much outta me.â She took another deep breath and sighed to wake herself up some more, her body still feeling cumbersome. âYou should rest,â Ignis suggested with a tone of concern and placed his hand at the small of her back. She then turned her head to face him. âDude, I was out for two whole days,â she stated. âHow much longer do I need?â âUntil you feel like youâve recovered.â âIâll be fine...â she waved him off and gently closed her eyes, huffing a light breath, feeling a bit of her energy recovered. âWhat time is it now?â âAround eleven in the morning.â
(Y/N) released an audibly annoyed scoff at herself and lazily got up to gather her belongings. As weighty and in pain sheâs in, she couldnât afford to slack off. There were people waiting for her.
âWhere are you going?â âHome.â âHome?â âI got a place here.â âYou did?â âTechnically, yes...â she sheepishly replied and laced up her left boot. Slowly standing up, she gave herself a nice, long and steady stretch with her arms up, feeling her heavy sleep-ridden muscles elongate with the motion. (Y/N) then grabbed her upper layer of fatigues laying on a chair and threw it on. âIâll explain. Câmon.â
She made her way to the door with the adviser following not too far behind. She went down the stairs step by step and held onto the staircase railing tightly, not trusting the strength of her legs and was greeted by everyone else in the lobby.
âHey! Look who came back from the dead!â Prompto happily greeted and was replied with a nod. âYour eyes...â Noct pointed out. âTheyâre still orange.â
It was then she realized she wasnât wearing her blindfold anymore. She turned to Ignis and saw him pull it out from his trouser pocket and handed it to her.
âIs there no way you can change them back to normal?â he asked with worry. âIâm sure there is; I just havenât figured it out yet.â
She pocketed the blindfold and opted for the hood over her face instead.
âAnd you can see without your glasses?â asked Gladio. âIâd say thatâs the only good thing cominâ out of all this crap,â she responded. âChronosâ eyesight was like an eagleâs and that transferred over too.â
(Y/N) headed out of the hotel and gestured them all to come along. After walking down several winding side streets in the sweltering city, they reached a small cul de sac two blocks from the main road. The locals cheerily greeted her and the party.
âRosa!â a woman called from behind, startling Ignis with a jump of his shoulders. âYouâre back!â âSorry I took so long,â she turned and apologized. âI got the stuff you needed.â âI did send you out pretty far⌠I thought youâd been killed when I didnât hear back.â âAh, my phone died. Couldnât get to a camper to recharge.â
She reached into her bag and handed the lady a handful of herbs and some cuts of meat in an airtight sealed plastic film. She thanked (Y/N) and made her way down the opposite end of the street. Ignis pulled her aside and asked under his breath, â⌠You used your codename?â âA variation,â she corrected. âItâs common enough for no one to question.â âTrue, but itâs risky.â âIg, my parents are the Niffâs hostages and my brothers are dead,â she reiterated as a matter of factly. âThey have no leverage on me.â âAnd you donât consider me as leverage?â She gave him a small smile and patted him between his upper chest and shoulder.
âYouâre a big boy; you can handle yourself. And you have back-up.â
And there it was again; her ability to keep him at armsâ reach with those simple words. He sighed and let her go back to the group.
âSo⌠Rosa?â Gladio enquired with an interested eyebrow, suddenly remembering her brand. âI took my own advice with a moniker after the little stunt you pulled back in Crown City.â
(Y/N) walked on ahead and they found themselves in front of a small hair salon. She reached into her pocket for the key, unlocked the door to the left side of the store and invited them in. Walking up a dark and narrow flight of stairs, she opened the second door to a small, brightly lit and lived in alcove studio apartment. Like her apartment back in Crown City, it was scarcely decorated.
âMake yourselves at home.â
Feeling the layers of grime caked onto her skin and clothes, she unlaced her boots and made a beeline for the bathroom, followed with the sound of running water. The boys entered her sitting area; it looked like a tornado whipped through with the mess of stacked books and papers scattered about the floor, couch and coffee table.
âSheâs⌠been busy,â Noctis noted. âSheâs been researching,â Ignis remarked and picked a random page up with scribbled notes of wildlife and rare plants in the local area. âSome of this stuffâll be useful,â Gladio added and eyed a topographic map of the Leide and Cleigne areas with more scribbled notes to the side of it. âAnd looks like her night time excavations were fruitful too.â
The tattooed man picked up a handmade bestiary index of daemons with information on their strengths and weaknesses and thumbed through it with interest. Having his curiosity get the best of him alongside his affinity for tech stuff, Prompto gathered some paper into a neat pile and placed it aside to sit down. He then woke (Y/N)âs laptop from idle mode and saw an interesting piece of information on it.
âOh Gods⌠guys, look,â he called in a hushed voice. The three made their way over behind the blond boy and their eyes widened; she somehow managed to get the detailed blueprints to all of Niflheim forts in a 3D wireframe render.
âWhatâs that stuff scrolling in window on the left there?â Noct asked and pointed to the window on the screen. âI dunno⌠Itâs some kinda code.â âItâs a virus I wrote to shut down the basesâ intruder alert and to deactivate any annoying patrolling MTs,â (Y/N)âs voice replied. âTheir security firewalls have proven to be tricky, so Iâve been trying to backdoor it.â
The four whipped their heads up to see her fully refreshed wearing a tank top showing her midriff with black pants similar to Noctisâ. The scarring edges from her brand peeked out from underneath with a damp hair towel hung around her neck. Her abnormal colored eyes seemed to have been disguised with a pair of colored contacts.
âAnd thatâs part of your plan to take down their forts?â Gladio asked as she casually walked over to the group. âWhatâd you think Iâd do, run in with my blades and take out the whole fort head-on? Thatâs suicide.â âEr, thatâs what we kinda did...â he nervously blurted out and rubbed the back of his head. âBecause someone got careless and we had no choice but to do so,â Ignis snipped and looked in Noctâs direction. âHey, at least we managed to blow it up,â the prince fought back. âBy the skin of our teethâŚâ the adviser sighed. âWhatâs important is you all made it out alive,â (Y/N) stated with a finalized tone to end the discussion and placed her hands on her hips. âJust⌠donât be so gung-ho next time and try to listen to Ig, yeah? Heâs your adviser and only has the best intentions, Prince Noctis. Though he can talk too muchâŚâ she trailed off and placed a hand to her chin. âSee?! Thatâs my point!â the dark-haired boy exclaimed and threw his hands up in the air. âIf you kept your strategies explanations short, we wouldâve followed it better!â âWhat part of âattackâ and âhide when necessaryâ did you not understand?â âI think the part where you hid those keywords inside your elaborations, Ig,â she commented with a half-amused smirk and crossed her arms.
The three boys let out an audible enough snicker to earn them a stern glare from Ignis and exasperatingly sighed. âI will work on this,â he conceded and decided to change the topic. â(Y/N)⌠Is it alright for you to be wearing...â his voice tapered off and lightly cleared his throat. âWhat, this?â She looked down at her top and back up at him. âItâs what the locals wear. Gotta blend in, right?â âI understand that, but⌠I mean your...â He looked down and discreetly pointed to the left side of his ribcage. âI usually wear something on top to hide it,â she assured and put her now damp hair towel on the back of her wooden dining chair. âNot exactly a badge of honor I can openly show.â âSo how did you get this place?â he asked. âAs you saw from before, I do favors for the neighbors here by foraging food items they canât get at the market. And I help out downstairs whenever foraging gigs are slow.â âThe hair salon?â Prompto asked. âNice cover, donâtcha think?â she boasted with a smirk. âIf youâre using it as a front for illegal activities, sure,â Gladio joked and paused. âYouâre not in⌠illegal activities, right?â (Y/N) gave him an innocent shrug of the shoulders with a small, devious smile.  âWouldnât your family have a safe house for you to use instead?â Noct asked. âItâs safe to assume they have all the information on our hide-outs and previous aliases thanks to my parents.â âSo youâre a fugitive,â Prompto guessed. âThanks to that burn notice, pretty much. Guess all that resourceful trainingâs finally come handy, eh Ig?â âHiding in plain sight. Iâd say thatâs beyond resourceful; itâs risky, but tactical,â he commended. She gave him a small smile and noticed how long their hairâs gotten. (Y/N) then grabbed a clean t-shirt hanging on the other dining chair and threw it on.
âLife on the roadâs been tough on you all. You could use a touch up,â she pointed to her damp locks. âCanât have the prince and his bunch of merry men looking like a ragged hot mess in Altissia.â âWe donât look that bad!â Prompto huffed out. âEven a chocoboâs butt ruffle looks more groomed than what you got goinâ on.â âHEY!â the freckled blond boy angrily shouted over the roaring laughter from Noct and Gladio; Ignis held his in through snickers and shaking shoulders. (Y/N) made her way to the door and proceeded to go downstairs.
âYou waitinâ for the grass to grow? Come on!â
Filing back down the stairs, (Y/N) unlocked the entrance to the salon and let them all in. It was a small 3-seater with a classic black-and-white checkered tile floor. Behind the barber seats laid a broken-in leather couch from years of usage. The lights flickered on from the switch by the door, revealing the teal colored painted walls.
âSo, who wants to go first?â she asked and the three collectively pointed to Ignis, to which the man merely stammered wordlessly. âItâs not that we donât trust you with our âdo...â Prompto hesitantly began. âIt totally is,â Noct immediately stated. âBut have you even⌠cut hair before?â the freckled boy finished. âIâm pretty handy with a trimmer. Owner herself taught me.â
She firmly propped her hand over the hair-washing sink with a small smile, waiting for her first âclient.â Both Prompto and Noct gave Ignis a steady push with their hands from behind as he turned with an irate expression and tried not to click his tongue.
âCâmon Ig. Not the first time I cut your hair...â âI was hoping thatâd be the last...â he said under his breath and reluctantly sat down in the seat, remembering the hack job she gave him back in junior high as a school assignment. He removed his glasses and placed it in his shirt pocket as she tucked a dry towel at the base of his neck and draped a hair smock over him.
âHead back.â
She took out a hot, steamed towel and placed it at the base of his neck for extra cushioning and for him to relax. After testing the warmth of the water from the shower head, she ran it over Ignisâ hair with care. Shutting off the faucet, she then pumped a handful of shampoo to gently massage and lather in. Rinsing out the suds, she gave his hair a firm wring, rubbed some conditioner in before removing the heated towel from his neck and placed it atop his forehead. As if by magic, (Y/N) managed to find the stressed muscles around the base of his skull and temples; Ignis haplessly let a small, relaxed moan escape his lips.
âYou guys need to be alone?â Gladio joked aloud from the couch. âOh, Tiny, trust me: youâll turn into putty when your turn comes.â
She then gently patted his forehead with the now cooled down cloth before rinsing out the leave-in conditioner and wrung the excess water out a second time.
âWakey wakey, Ig,â she spoke softly and squeezed his upper arm. He flicked his eyes open in a daze. âMy apologies. Mustâve dozed off.â
He held the hair towel firmly around his head and made his way over to the barber seat on the far right. (Y/N) dried him off and massaged his shoulder before getting to work on his hair. âHoly Titan. Theyâre tougher than the rocks by Coernix Bypass,â she grunted aloud, working on one of the stubborn knots by his shoulder blade. Ignis sucked in a breath and released one of relief, trying his best to not let another moan slip. âYou do this with every one?â the prince off-handedly commented. âSpecial service for the Crownsguard and his majesty only,â she replied with a smirk through the mirrored wall. âThey have it tough enough out there protecting you. They need a load off. Ah⌠There it is.â
Her hand danced over to a specific point on the right side of his shoulder and placed firm pressure on it with her knuckles; he let out a stifled and quiet groan of pleasure, feeling the apples of his cheeks get warm. The guys couldnât help but snicker again.
âItâs rare to see specs react like this,â said a very amused Noct with a lopsided grin. âMan, I wish this had video recording functions,â the blond boy lamented and looked at his camera. âBut Iâll settle for pictures.â
After the quick massage, she got down to business in trimming Ignisâ hair.
âSo (Y/N), what âbout your job with Ultima?â Gladio enquired. âDoubt youâd wanna cut hair the rest of your life.â âUntil the whole team can settle down nâ set up shop, everythingâs on hold, including our paychecks,â she replied while brushing a part of his hair with a comb and delicately trimmed it with a pair of scissors. âIâm guessinâ we wonât be expectinâ any patch updates anytime soon then,â Prompto dejectedly guessed. âSorry. Surviving takes precedent here.â
After twenty minutes, Mr. Scientia felt and looked like a brand new man; she even styled his hair the way he liked it.
âWell?â she asked and held a mirror in her hand so he could see the back of his head. âYouâve improved,â he praised and patted down the lower half of his hair as she playfully rolled her eyes and dusted him off with a barberâs brush from residual hair scraps.
With Ignisâ verbal seal of approval, the rest of the boys were more comfortable and given the same treatment, massages and all. Gladio felt like he was seconds away from pinning (Y/N) down to ravage her in front of them with the way she worked the tightness of his back muscles and hissed out profanities like they were having rough sex. Prompto basked in every second with the most content grin. Even Noct, the squirmiest of the group, was totally unwound. After a bit over an hour, the four splayed out on the seats and sofa completely at ease from the troubles of the world.
â(Y/N)...â Prompto drolled out almost in a slurring manner. âWhere did you learn to do that?â âPressure points and reflexology knowledge come in handy with things other than paralyzing a target, yâknow,â she smugly replied and wiped her hands off with a towel. âMarry me...â he proposed, only to be met with a light chuckle. âTell me that when youâre lucid, dude.â
There was something about the atmosphere in this city that made them completely let loose, despite Niflheim invading. (Y/N) took the time to clean up the scraps of cut hair and threw the used towels into the laundry bin. Feeling rejuvenated and relaxed, they five made their way out to one of the many restaurants around for dinner. While waiting for their food to arrive, they talked over some beer.
âSo what brings you to Lestallum anyway?â she asked. âI thought you were gonna ferry over to Altissia from Galdin Quay.â âThe boats conveniently stopped running when we got there,â Ignis bitterly replied. âNoct then received a call from Iris after Crown City fell and decided to rendezvous here.â âWeâll be hittinâ the road tomorrow nâ taking her with us,â Gladio added. âJared told Talcott King Regis has a safe house nâ a boat stashed out in Cape Caem before he...â
The burly man trailed off and looked down at the table, trying his best to hide the pain of losing the trusted family butler. âJared was a very strong and kind man⌠He didnât deserve that. Iâm very sorry.â âWere you here when it happened?â Gladio asked in a low, serious voice. She shook her head. âI was on a foraging trip and only heard âbout it when I got back. It wasnât fair⌠And just another reason to exact revenge.â âWe blew up one of their bases,â Noct replied, almost in a bragging way. âI heard that too.â  Ignis immediately cut in and realized something.
âThe photo requests of the bases From Vyv⌠Youâre his anonymous tipster.â She looked at him with a small smile, replied with a âMaybeâ and shrugged her shoulders. âBut were you really gonna raid it yourself?â Prompto asked. âYes.â âStill a stupid idea,â Gladio remarked and crossed his arms. âYou dunno what theyâre capable of.â âI know they have exactly four MA-Veles guarding a yet to be functional frequency jammer with a MA-X Cuirass. The shifts of the soldiers change every 20 minutes with a crap ton of Swordsmans, snipers and Shock Troopers stationed at almost all the corners of Fortmouth Garrison.â âYou saw this just by surveying that one day?â Ignis asked with a tone of surprise. âDo you really think my âforagingâ trips are just as they are?â âLook, weâre not gonna try stoppinâ you...â the guard began. âSo donât.â Noticing the growing irritation on his face, Ignis decided to interject and play the intermediary. âWhat Gladioâs trying to say is weigh out your options and risks before acting, even if youâve come up with a plan. Consider the feelings of those whoâve grown to care for you here if something were to happen. How would you repay their kindness if youâre dead?â
(Y/N) exhaled a long breath through her nose and sat back in the plastic chair with crossed arms, mildly squeezing her eyes closed.
âI hate you all.â âWhatever for?â âImplanting a conscience and moral compass in me,â she flatly answered. âYouâre making it hard to be dark and broody.â âThatâs what weâre here for!â Prompto beamed with a toothy smile. âArgh, the light...â (Y/N) deadpanned and mockingly shielded her face from him.
Their food order finally came through and feasted over Spicy Skewers, Offal Stew, and Bird-Broth Rice with Curry. With their stomachs full, they all leisurely strolled around town to take in the night life. Gladio nudged Noctâs arm and gestured with his head at Ignisâ direction with (Y/N). The crown prince took the hint.
âIâm gonna head back to the hotel,â he announced. âIâm sleepy.â âNâ I wanna get in a few rounds of âKingâs Knightâ before I turn in,â Prompto added. âIâll join âem,â Gladio offered. âSure you two got stuff to catch up on.â âWell, that wasnât subtle,â (Y/N) commented and watched the three brothers trek off into the night. âIt was never their forte.â
The two softly laughed and went off in the other direction at a slow, casual pace. They saw several of the EXTERNIS workers grab a late dinner and drinks after their shift.
As they walked on, (Y/N) mentally reminded herself this will be the last time sheâll see Ignis before going dark. Keeping her distance would be the best for his safety and perhaps, the way to forget him.
But could she really do it?
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ITH Legend of Zelda AU? Maybe???? plEASE??????
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Okkayokayokayokayokay, so the only Zelda games I really REALLY know are TP, WW, LBW, OoT and MM but with how different the stories and Links are, I was thinkingâŚwhat if every Zelda timeline has a different Link and Zelda?? Hell, the regular timeline is just as confusing so WHY THE HELL NOT??!!!!
FIRST UP: Wind Waker! Usnavi (16), Sonny (7-8), and Abuela live on Outset Island when a large bird appears and drops Vanessa into the forest on the island. Usnavi goes to get her since he was just being taught how to use a sword and barely manages to get through and find Vanessa, whoâs a PIRATE. After awkward introductions, Sonny appears to meet them, but the bird comes and swoops him away. Turns out the bird has been targeting and kidnapping young people who are Hispanic and have black hair. So Usnavi pleads with Vanessa to take him on her ship so he can go find Sonny. They go to the Forsaken Fortress and launch Usnavi in their (much to his dismay) and after a BUNCH of struggling and sneaking around (Usnavi was NOT made for violence; when he first gets his sword, he can barely swing it straight) he reaches the room where Sonny and a few other young girls and boys are being held in a big cell. But before Usnavi can save him, the bird shows up, grabs Usnavi and just about flings him away. Luckily, Usnaviâs picked up by a talking boat and takes him to three different islands. Dragonroost where he meets Bird-People siblings Nina and Lincoln and help Lincoln overcome his fear of flying and taking charge as the next heir (the boss fight was a DISASTER; Usnavi almost died MULTIPLE times cause he had a little experience but still NO IDEA hat he was doing), Forest Haven where he helps Benny, a trouble making Kokiri when he gets trapped in the dungeon (that boss fight went a bit better; skills were still shaky, but Usnavi got knocked around less), and Usnavi eventually gets to the Temple of the Gods where he gets the Master Sword (that boss fight went better than ANY fight Usnavi ever did)! Now, back to the Forsaken Fortress and things go TEN TIMES better this time around. Usnavi and Sonny have a brief reunion (poor baby Sonny thought his big cuz was dead :( ), Usnavi kills the bird (heâs had three boss fights worth of experience, heâs got this), and comes face to face with the big bad. But, uh-oh, the Master Sword has lost itâs light! Itâs useless! After Vanessa tries and fails to save Usnavi, the two are saved thanks to a last minute swoop in and rescue from Nina and Lincoln, and Usnaviâs talking boat takes them to the lost Kingdom of their ancestors, where, SURPRISE! Vanessaâs the princess! And Usnaviâs boat was her father the whole time! So Vanessa stays in the kingdom to be safe (it IS under the sea, after all) and Usnavi goes off to find the two sages to bring power back to the master sword. And as it turns out, Nina and Benny are sages!! So stuff happens, the Master Sword is restored, we get the Triforce pieces and the big final battle ensues and thanks to a tag team effort from Usnavi and Vanessa, the big bad is defeated. Vanessaâs father sacrifices himself to save Usnavi and Vanessa, and they resurface to be met by Vanessaâs ship, her crew, Nina, Lincoln, Benny, and of course Sonny, whoâs SO HAPPY to see his cousin again, he doesnât wait for Usnavi to get on the boat for a hug, he just jumps into the ocean. Everyone goes back home and everythingâs good.
NEXT UP: Ocarina/Majora! Benny (12-13) is a Kokiri child living in the care of the Great Deku Tree. Only problem is, he doesnât really fit in and doesnât have a fairy companion like his Korkiri brethren. Anyway, trouble eventually strikes, and Benny is given a fairy named Lincoln and the he leads Benny inside the Great Deku Tree where his first boss fight takes place (it goes pretty good, for Bennyâs first try; kid is brave). So Benny and Lincoln are told to go to Hyrule and seek out Princess Nina and give her the Emerald of the Kokiri Forest. They do just that and Benny meets Nina and her personal guardian, Daniela. Nina explains that sheâs been having prophetic dreams that the big bad is gonna come back and they need three sacred stones to stop him. Benny and Lincoln go off to find the other two stones, leading them to Death Mountain for the Goronâs Ruby, and inside a giant fish in Zoraâs Domain for the Zora Sapphire (the Zora princess Yolanda gave it to them as thanks for saving her; she said it was like an engagement ring, but it went right over Bennyâs head XD). Benny also comes across a ranch, run by two cousins Usnavi and Sonny (Usnaviâs the same age as Benny, and Sonnyâs about 8). So yay, we got the three gems but OH NO! The big bad has taken over the castle, and Princess Nina and Daniela are on the run! Nina throws Benny the Ocarina of Time at the last second and Benny goes to the temple where he pulls out the Master sword and is now magically 20 as seven years have passed and basically, GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY ITâS ALL GONE TO SHIT! Hyrule is COMPLETELY overthrown, all the survivors are now living in Kakariko, and poor Usnavi and Sonnyâs ranch got overthrown by some asshole. So Benny and Lincoln go around and find the seven sages (They can be anyone, you decide) with the help of a mysterious masked figure, and Benny even lends Usnavi and Sonny a hand in between temples. Turns out when the guy took over, he basically enslaved Usnavi and Sonny, but since Sonny was so young, Usnavi volunteered to do any extra work that Sonny was too tired to do. Unfortunately, this asshole kinda has it out for Sonny due to the boyâs rebellious spirit and attitude and he eventually trapped Usnavi in some underground dungeon to keep him away. Now poor Sonny is staying strong, but heâs hurt physically and emotionally, and wants his big cuz back. Benny and Lincoln do just that and everythingâs good. So after the seven sages are awakened, Benny and Lincoln eventually find out that the masked person who had been helping them was Nina all along! But then she gets caught by the big bad, so Benny and Lincoln get to the castle to save her, Lincoln leading the way since he seems to have a feeling where Nina is. When they get to the top where Nina is, itâs also revealed that Lincoln wasnât always a fairy; he was actually Ninaâs brother but the big bad put a curse on him to turn him into a fairy and wipe his memory. Anyway, big battle happens, Benny wins, Nina uses the sages to seal him away, Bennyâs brought back to the past where everythingâs been just about reset, but Lincolnâs gone. Benny goes back to the courtyard where he first met Nina, but sheâs not alone this time; a young boy about Bennyâs age is with her. Lincoln has been returned to a human and everythingâs good.
And as for Majora, basically the same plot, only Lincoln returns to help as a human and Iâm taking the Purgatory theory with this one so all the barrio members are in Termina and theyâre all going to die unless Benny stops the moon. Make up all the depressing theories you want here. Iâll start: Usnavi and little Sonny run a ranch like in Hyrule and on the third day, Usnavi allows Sonny to have an alcoholic drink to dull his senses and offers for them to sleep in the same bed so they can be together when the moon falls and destroys them :â(
NEXT: Twilight Princess! Sonny lives in a little town and helps his cousin with his ranch and the rest of the barrio with stuff. But then, as usual, disaster strikes and a bunch of monsters storm in and kidnap a bunch of people from the barrio, including Usnavi, Nina, Benny, Lincoln, and Vanessa. Sonny tries to follow, but heâs pulled into the Twilight thing where he becomes a wolf (he basically becomes Chip XD) Sonny is then helped by a weird little imp that calls himself Pete who is actually the Prince of the Twilight Realm. He was kicked out of his realm by the bad guy and wants to take his land back, and knows that Sonny is the one to do it. So Sonny and Pete go on adventures together, find the kidnapped barrio members and occasionally fighting the leader of the guy who kidnapped them all. Sonny really gets pissed at that guy as time goes on, ESPECIALLY when Usnavi got rammed by his giant boar trying to save Vanessa and got taken hostage. So again, many dungeons and taking Twilight away (also, Sonny gets pretty damn good at fighting; he had been practicing a bit before shit went down so he was kinda shaky like Usnavi, but more confident) and it eventually boils down to them facing off the big bad together and it ends with the Twilight Realm and Light Realm living in harmony (Iâm a lowkey LinkxMidna shipper and also, I am NOT separating Sonny and Pete like that X3)
LASTLY: Link Between Worlds! Pete is a blacksmithâs apprentice and heâs eventually called to the castle where Prince Sonny has called him in. Sonny warns him that a great danger is coming, but no one believes him, not even his cousin, Prince Usnavi and the current heir to the throne. But of course, everything goes to shit and a bunch of people are zapped into paintings, including Sonny. So Pete has to use his enchanted bracelet to use his ability to go into paintings to save the seven captured sages (again, take your pick on who they should be) and save both Hyrule and Lorule. (Sorry for lack of story on the last two, I got lazy :/ )
#whew!#long post#BUT THIS AU MADE ME SO FREAKING HAPPY#ZELDA IS MY LIFE SECOND ONLY TO POKEMON#THANK YOU FOR THIS MUNCHKIN#as you can see i got really carried away with some of this shit#i was originally just gonna do one#but i decided FUCK IT LET'S DO 'EM ALL#good shit#in the heights aus#legend of zelda#loz wind waker#loz twilight princess#loz ocarina of time#majora's mask#link between worlds#loz majoras mask#also someone please draw these guys in the hero's outfit#it wold be adorable on all of them
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