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maple-the-awesome · 1 year ago

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Friend or Foe || Part 3/3

Part 1 || Part 2

Pairings: Warrior, Sky, Twilight x GN Reader

Overview: Link visits an alternate world without its hero and, more importantly, a version of you without your Link. Unfortunately, it seems even the smallest of details can lead to disastrous results. In spirt of Halloween, I've decided to do a little evil prompt because none of the Links have enough emotional damage yet😈

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Every soldier has something they fight for - something they'd risk it all to protect. For Warrior, that motivation has always come from you. Admittedly, your relationship was a bit sour and competitive at the start since you were both trying to be Hyrule's best soldier, although overtime, spiteful taunting turned into warm banter, and warm banter became affectionate flirting. Do you even know his compliments are genuine? Do you know how weak at the knees you make him or how smitten he truly is? Not to be dramatic, but Warrior would die for you. How would you react if he told you that openly - no hint of teasing or insincerity to be found in his voice? The question has long weighed heavy on his mind, yet he supposes he'll have to wait longer for an answer because there's no way he'll get it straight from this version of you...

Goddesses, Warrior’s tired. It’s been a rough few days of walking to absolutely nowhere through a barren wasteland which has left his feet sore, his back aching, and his eyes barely able to stay open, yet he still volunteered to patrol the area around camp before turning in for the night because despite how worn out his body is, he can’t truthfully say he isn’t used to it.

As a soldier, he’s traveled similar distances while cutting his way through whole armies, so he isn’t about to really complain about a quick walk around an empty forest even if it is pretty creepy and foggy. Besides, as you’ve always hypothesized, the more tired you are, the more rewarding sleep will be, and you aren’t wrong about that; when being this exhausted, Warrior shouldn’t have any problem passing out the second he collapses onto his bedroll.

Thinking about you during his journey is typical, especially during quiet moments like this. He wonders what you’re up to right now, placing internal bets with himself on whether you’re worried about or have barely noticed his absences. Somehow he convinces himself of the latter, after all you always claim you’re too busy to babysit him, although the former is still a nice thought even if a bit heartbreaking to imagine you becoming weak with concern over his whereabouts. Maybe you just miss having someone around to playfully critique. Maybe it feels too quiet with no one to annoy you throughout the workday. Whatever the reason, Warrior won’t allow himself to think it’s because you miss the man you love; that’s a dangerous thing to hope for.

His lonely pondering must be put on hold when he hears a sound from behind, turning just in time to see the glimmer of a blade being swung towards his head. In an instant, Warrior drops down, dodging the weapon then stopping it with his own which had been drawn swiftly.

There were a lot of possibilities for his attacker’s identity. It could have been a bokoblin or moblin, perhaps even the same dark lizard the Chain has been hunting for this whole time, yet the very last answer Warrior would’ve imagined - something that took his breath away upon realizing - was for it to be you staring down at him with your lips pulled into a snarl.

He speaks your name in stuttered surprise, eyes as wide as dinner plates as they scan your face just to be sure despite how extremely unlikely it would be for him to ever mistake you. He could identify your beauty anywhere and he knows what it’s like to be at the other end of your blade, the difference being the lack of mischief or hidden admiration in your eyes. Instead, there’s only hate and malice after a bout of shock from your victim somehow knowing your name.

Not letting it be of concern, you bring your sword back and swing again, yet Warrior recovers from each attempt on his life, having sparred with you enough times to understand your strategies, although that isn’t to say you don’t still give him a run for his money.

“You resistance fighters just never give up, do you?! Always trying to play the hero as if you could possibly stand a chance against the Demon King! Look around you! What are you even fighting for at this point?!”

Warrior does look around. He looks around at all the dead trees and dry grass. He looks at the dark sky and the many scars that litter your face. You look as if you’ve been through something similar as the Champion, your entire body torn after many harrowing battles. This isn’t how he left you. He left you back in his Hyrule, a hand over your mouth as you tried to hide your laughter after some dumb joke he made. You were happy then, but this version of you - who he now realizes is not his own - looks miserable and tired, as if all hope has been drained from their body.

“I’m not a resistance fighter - (Y/n), it’s me. It’s Link.”

“The hero Link…?” You ask and, for a moment, Warrior has hope that you’ll halt your attacks. Surely even in this world, you must know who he is because if there’s someone who looks and acts exactly like you, there must be an equal counterpart for him, yet instead of helping him, you scowl before swiping your legs under his, knocking him to the ground with a heavy ‘thud’...He forgot that common move of yours…

You point your sword inches away from his face, for once your expression showing not anger, but rather sorrow as you gaze down at him, “Well, if that’s true then you came too late. Ganon’s already won meaning there is no longer a Hyrule to save. You weren’t here when we needed you most.”

Everyone in the Chain has your name memorized and it's not because they know you personally (you've actually never had the pleasure to meet), rather it's because of how often Sky gushes about the love of his life waiting for him back on Skyloft. Think of any pleasant word in the dictionary and that boy has probably used it at least a dozen times to describe you, be it to his brothers-in-arms or a poor shop clerk who was unfortunate enough to make a sale to him. There isn't a single negative thing Sky could associate with someone he believes to be as perfect as you. Even now, he's struggling to remove his rose-colored glasses to see the truth before him...

This is by far the worst problem the Chain has run into during their journey. Practically the second they walked through the last portal into a disastrous world of demolished forests and smoky skies, they were surrounded by a large army of moblins led by a familiar face Sky can’t say he ever missed.

Ghirahim, despite being from a different version of Hyrule, is just as annoying and weird as Sky remembers. His minions had no difficulty grabbing a handful of heroes each where their shouts and kicking did nothing to prevent them from being taken to a dark castle on the edge of Faron, or at least what used to be it. Once there, they were promptly taken down to the dungeons, forced to listen to Ghirahim’s egocentric rambling during the whole descent until a new voice interrupted:

“What’s this?”

Sky cries out your name without any hesitation, the sight of you making him forget all about the current circumstances. He’s so happy to simply see you again that he doesn’t question right away how or why you’d even be here. Hell, it doesn’t even process that this wouldn’t be his version of you.

“Do I…know you?” The confused yet disgusted look you send him is what brings him back to reality, crushing his soul as you glance from him to Ghirahim in question, “Where did they come from?”

“Does it really matter? They’re just little rats who were found sticking their noses where they shouldn’t have,” He waves a dismissive hand before snapping his fingers which prompts the moblins to roughly toss each hero into a jail cell then slam the doors behind them.

You cross your arms, not pleased with Ghirahim’s poor explanation, “I’d say it does matter. There shouldn’t be loose Hylians running about. It’s important to know where they came from so that -”

“- So, that you run away and join your own kind?”

You shift uncomfortably at the accusation, “...No, I’m only worried how Demise will feel about this. There’s a reason he killed all unloyal Hylians, you know? What if one of these boys ends up being the prophesied hero, hmm? ‘can’t imagine Demise will be happy to know you took a chance letting his enemy go unnoticed because it ‘didn’t matter’.”

Ghirahim snarls, mumbling curses under his breath before ordering you to just make sure to keep watch over the prisoners while he talks to Demise. With a flip of his hair, he walks off, leaving you to pinch your nose in irritation.

The other heroes are quick to shout protests, yet Sky’s silent as he crawls his way back over to the door just to make sure his eyes aren’t playing tricks on him. It really is you - at least it looks like you as you make your rounds ensuring each cell is properly locked. All the while you look bored out of your mind. It’s only when you make your way to him that you pause to scoff, “What are you looking at? ‘got a concussion or something?”

“...You know, I have a version of you back in my own Hyrule,” Sky’s voice is soft as he meets your eyes not with hate like the others, but rather sympathy and sorrow, “They’re a knight on Skyloft and they’re the kindest, most generous person I know.”

You make a face at his strange comment, “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about -”

“- My point is, I know that like them - like my feather - you must be a good person deep down. I don’t believe you want to be evil, you’ve just made the choices you had to in order to survive during bad circumstances. You’re afraid, and that’s okay. Seeing how this Hyrule turned out, I don’t blame you, but if you help us, (Y/n) I promise I won’t let anything happen to you. We’ll protect you - you can come with us and we can find somewhere safe for you to -!”

“- There is nowhere safe! There isn’t a corner of this land Demise doesn’t control! You’re looking for light that doesn’t exist, so just give it a rest!” Sky’s cut off when you slam your fist against the wall next to his cell, yet contrary to your act of anger, there’s a great pain in your eyes as you look down at him, maybe even a few tears that are barely visible through the darkness, “...The faster you do, the safer you’ll be…”

You are from a whole different life than Twilight. Born into riches and raised by high nobility, you had no reason to take any more interest in a simple farm boy beyond his heroic title...but you did and always have. How did he manage you? Well, Twilight's been asking that question for years. Your parents feel conflicted, your friends often scowl, yet you still pull him away by the hand and kiss him slow in hidden corners during parties, confessing aloud how much you'd like to get away from all this stress of high standards and live in Ordon with him which is a dangerous thought that only makes him wonder how much longer he'll drag his feet. Could you truly be as happy as you say or should he leave well enough alone, after all you have everything. Why throw it all away for nothing? Until this point, Twilight hasn't been sure of that answer…

Time has warned the group before that they should be careful when it comes to approaching locals, concerning that too many strange questions about a shapeshifting lizard and mysterious portals might rub them the wrong way. Heeding his word, the boys have cautiously navigated their interrogations so as to not raise any unnecessary fears amongst those just trying to go about their days. Sure, they’ve still received some raised eyebrows or even glares here and there, but no reaction has ever been as extreme as this one.

“Who do you think you are, disrupting the peace of our tranquil town through baseless claims of monsters and beasts lurking beyond on our doorstep?! Why, we haven’t seen so much as a keese in decades, yet now you have caused innocent families to enter a frenzy worrying about Ganondorf’s return!”

If he wasn’t already so accustomed to the nonsense nobles can spew, Twilight would’ve rolled his eyes at this man’s dismissive speech. Judging on his own personal military and the gold that decorates every wall of his home, he’s clearly in very high standing here - a self-declared king of sorts, one would think based on his fancy robes and ringed fingers. It makes sense for him to be concerned about strangers spreading news of possible danger. Hylia forbid any townsfolk panic and leave for who else would there be to exploit in their absences?

“Strip them of their weapons,” The nobleman orders and there is nothing the handcuffed heroes can truly do as his guards obey, taking their swords, shields, and anything else that could be deemed useful for rebellion all while Time once again tries to appeal to the man’s reason.

“Father, what’s all of this about?” Negotiations (if they could be called that) are put on hold as another joins the party. While none of the other boys bat an eyelash, Twilight’s shocked to recognize the voice, nearly giving himself whiplash just to get a good look at you as you wander into the room with a rather bored look upon your face.

“Nothing to worry about, my dearest star. I will have this little situation taken care of shortly,” The nobleman’s voice changes dramatically when addressing you, suddenly laced with honey as a smile graces his face; a far contrast from the slim he directed towards the Chain earlier. Twilight doesn’t even feel bad that he hadn’t recognized him earlier. Even back in your shared Hyrule, he never paid much attention to your parents seeing as he was only returning the favor by doing so.

Although this you isn’t his own, Twilight still finds himself trying to catch your eye, hoping to appeal to your generosity because surely it’s a universal trait of yours. If anyone could call off your father’s hounds, it would be you, yet it seems Twilight is being too hopeful with that thought.

“Well hurry it up! My friends will be here soon and I don’t want to have to explain to them why my father has a bunch of filthy travelers sitting in our parlor!”

Twilight’s distracted from the horror he was about to feel upon hearing such harsh words leave your mouth when a guard begins emptying his pockets next.

“Hey -!”

“- What do you have there? Show me.”

The guard ignores Twilight’s protests in favor of bringing his findings up to his master, holding his hands out as if offering them on a silver platter, “A ring, shire -”

“- Let me see!” You decide greedily, plucking the ring from the guard’s hand before he can hardly finish his sentence.

“Is it to your liking, my star? Consider it yours then.”

Twilight was about to object to your father’s offer which isn’t his to give, yet you beat him to it, turning the ring over in your palm a few times just to confirm your disgust, “...Nah. It’s hardly worth anything. I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing such a mediocre pebble.”

“Then give it back!” Twilight can’t help himself from shouting, the venom in his voice gaining him the surprised attention of everyone in the room.

“How dare you speak to my child in such a way you -?!”

“- Why?” You cut your father off, an amused smirk tugging at your lips as you make your way towards the cuffed man. Kneeling down, you match his height with the ring pinched between your fingers for him to see, your next words scoffed in his face, “Oooh, I get it: you’re planning on proposing to someone, aren’t you? What an unfortunate soul they must be for this to equal their supposed worth to you. Let me go ahead and save you the time: the answer’s ‘no’. No one in their right mind is ever gonna marry someone like you with a ring like this.”

Dropping the ring in front of him, you then walk away as he bows his head, yet you’d be shocked to know his reaction isn’t one of shame.

Twilight has often doubted if you’d be happy with him, somehow convincing himself you’d be better off in the life you already have instead, yet seeing this version of you and their corrupted, twisted greed, those insecurities melt away because the you Twilight knows and loves isn’t this selfish. The you he loves begs your father to open his doors for innocent travelers and beams cheerfully at gifts. The you he loves would never judge any ring, in fact he’s now convinced you wouldn’t even notice one to begin with. You’d be too busy saying ‘yes’ to him, jewelry being a forethought in your mind compared to the promise of spending the rest of your life with your beloved farmhand.

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hotteoki · 1 year ago

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pirate king (j.y.h)

pairing: pirate jeong yunho x fem reader

genre: strangers to lovers, alternate dimension, pirate au

wc: 4k

cw: mild language, weaponry

notes: i wrote this with the layout of the ateez ship in mind (the one in the 'illusion' mv but with blond yunho cause he 4+4 the halloween ver of deja vu

xtra - tysm @woosluv & @ssaboala for beta reading for me! <33

"all eyes on me now! if you still doubt mine, it's too pointless. we're still young and wild, we gonna find new world to be mine!" yunho's fingers moved along the quote carved into the compass he's had since who knows how long.

yunho's head was lifted up forcefully by hongjoong's pointing stick poking his forehead. "you're going to get lost later on the island if you don't listen to me right now," hongjoong tilted his head, stepping back to the blackboard. "captain, i mean this in the nicest way possible, we've been over this, like, six times in the span of a week. we'll be fine," yeosang called from across the room as he tapped his telescope against his other palm, still dodging wooyoung's outstretched arms every now and then.

"you all say this but i know one of you is going to get into some shit and i'm going to have to be the one to clean it up," hongjoong sighed, dropping his pointer onto the ground lazily, "okay, come on, let's get off the ship. remember the plan, and wooyoung, stop trying to kiss yeosang's face. you can do that when we come back."

yunho kicked the ladder down onto the dock, stepping off the ship first. the crew split up, him going into the left path trailing into the cave. they all knew exactly what they were looking for, and the lengths each and every one of them were willing to take to get it.

it was peaceful until a rustle attracted his attention. yunho paused, pretending to re-lace his shoes, his eyes darting to his left, the direction where the sound had come from. when it was calm for the following minute, yunho slowly stood to continue his journey, putting on an oblivious façade, his hand subtly inching for his sheathed cutlass with every step.

yunho wasn't stupid. he's had enough experience to know not to doubt his senses at any cost. true to him, the snapping of a branch immediately heightened his senses. he swiftly cut through the thick, tall grass, eyes meeting with ones belonging to an innocent doe.

as the doe ran off, yunho only noted then how it was running along the path he was on. the cogs in his head whirred in confusion as he wondered why a deer wouldn't run away from a potential predator, rather in the same direction as him. that thought never escaped as he trudged on, praying the cave he was walking towards would appear before him faster.

and lo and behold, there it was.

if yunho hadn't been looking for it specifically he would've missed it entirely. it blended in perfectly with the shadows of the swaying trees, outgrown weeds guarding the entrance, vines crawling around, all leading straight into the depths of the cave.

peeking into the darkness, he checked every corner, sharp eyes darting here and there. finally, they landed on an unusual glimmering spot. yunho stepped closer, cautious of the fact he was now exposed to any potential predators hiding deep in the cave.

he was about a meter away from the shining rock when he realised it wasn’t a rock at all. it was an hourglass etched into the cave walls, almost like the cave was built around it over the years. he breathed out a light sigh of relief upon feeling the grooves of the rock nearby. it wasn’t etched in that deep. he could easily pull it out with a bit of help.

he allowed himself a few more minutes of admiring the hourglass. the cromer, its name was. an hourglass with the ability to lead them to an alternate dimension, where they could escape this timeline that caused each and every one of them so much pain and loss.

after stealing books from other pirates, following leads from old legends, tracking down their ancestors' footsteps, seonghwa had finally found a map hidden deep in the journals of an unknown pirate, their initials and writings long faded within the centuries. the joy the crew had felt when they located the hourglass after years was a night yunho could not forget.

just as he was about to turn back and find his crewmates, yunho was greeted with the sight of the very doe blocking his exit. when it was made clear that the doe had no intentions of moving at all, yunho unsheathed his cutlass. this was no ordinary animal.

his theory was proved right when a gust of wind blew against his face. removing his hand from his face and opening his eyes, he tried to conceal his shock. where the doe had stood before was a girl about his age.

“you’re a shapeshifter.” you raised your eyebrows at his statement, “obviously.” “i thought they didn’t exist anymore after hunters hunted them down ages ago,” yunho still had his cutlass held in front of him, wary of this new stranger. “yeah, i know. that was centuries ago. there’re still a few of us left, but most of us don’t want to be found.” “you’re not one of them, though,” yunho pointed out.

“and with good reason,” you stepped closer as yunho stepped back. sighing, you held up your hands in surrender, “do i look like i’m going to attack you or something?” “you can never be too careful,” he shrugged.

“i’ll tell you an easier way of getting that hourglass without taking this cave down.” yunho’s arm faltered, “what do you mean?” “this entire island relies on the life within the roots, the air, the animals, you know, all that shit. you break this cave the entire island goes down with it. you and your crew would never make it out alive.”

he swallowed. he wasn’t sure if you could be trusted. shapeshifters were known to be tricksters, always up to no good. what if you were playing with him and he could’ve saved precious time taking the hourglass instead of talking to you? after meeting your impatient eyes, he finally decided to play it safe.

“what do you want in return?” “get me off this island,” you replied instantly. the lack of hesitation in your voice made yunho believe you’ve had thought about this for a long, long time. he sucked in a breath through his gritted teeth. the crew couldn’t just find an extra person for charity. they were already rationing their supplies amongst themselves, adding another person might as well be a goodbye to their albeit uncomfortable but familiar living.

“take me with you or no hourglass. your choice,” you crossed your arms, tone firm. yunho swallowed again, putting his cutlass away and rubbing a hand on his face, “you’ll have to talk to the captain.” “fine, then take me to him.” “you can’t just-” yunho wanted to scream. despite being a pirate since birth, he’d never experienced a situation like this, and he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.

“you know what? fine, let’s go find him,” yunho pursed his lips. he knew for a fact hongjoong would never agree, but how else were they supposed to get the hourglass? it wasn’t like they could just bow their heads and march back onto the ship and off.

reminding himself of the crudely drawn map in their meeting room, yunho walked for what felt like hours with the intensity of your glare burning the back of his head. he thought he could drop onto his knees and thank the heavens the second he saw the familiar back of hongjoong.

hongjoong darted up at the sound of foreign footsteps, swinging his pistol at your face out of instinct. “she wants to speak to you,” yunho deadpanned, annoyed at the situation he was currently in. hongjoong lowered his pistol slightly, aiming at your chest now, “what do you want?” “i’ll talk when you get this pistol out of my face,” you frowned.

“i’m the one with the upper hand here, you really shouldn’t be making demands.” “considering i’m one of the remaining residents of this island who knows what you’re looking for and how to get it without dying, i don’t think you are.” hongjoong made a face, “and how do i know you’re telling the truth?” “you pirates. always so nervous about everything you see,” you paused, “i want to get off this island, you can help with that, and in return i’ll give you the hourglass.”

yunho looked for a reaction from hongjoong. when he was met with none, yunho was almost disappointed over the fact that his captain was considering his answer. “okay then,” hongjoong put his pistol away, “lead the way.” yunho felt his cheeks flushing at your cheeky smile. sure, he disliked you and your cocky attitude, but he wasn’t blind. anyone could tell you were gorgeous.

“i told you guys one of you was going to get into some shit. now look who’s cleaning it up?”

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it took a while for the entire crew to be gathered in the tiny cave the cromer rested in, all squished together to get a look at the hourglass while poor mingi stood on his tiptoes at the mouth of the cave. yunho watched in awe as you lifted your hands up, determined to keep his eyes open, only to be slapped with another aggressive gust of wind blowing in his face again.

he blinked cautiously, not realising his eyes had shut involuntarily. yunho vaguely felt his breath hitching at the infamous hourglass held in your hands. the gentle glow of each individual grain amongst the heaps of sand shimmered, tugging on his attention, while contrasting with the simple and plain metal supporting the phials.

“so?” you shifted your weight, waiting for something to happen.

and something happened indeed.

one look from hongjoong was all the crew needed as san shoved you to the ground, with seonghwa snatching the cromer from your grip and tossing it to jongho, the rest sprinting back to their ship. yunho followed his crewmates swiftly, but not before throwing his head back and yelling a quick “sorry!”

in his defense, he was sorry. just not sorry enough to feel guilty about it.

he nearly crashed straight into wooyoung’s back as he skidded to a sudden halt, confused as to why they stopped. sitting on the edge of the ship, legs swinging with an unamused expression, was you. but how…

“you really think you can outrun a doe? how self-centered.” hongjoong stared right back at you, irritated, “you can’t come with us.” “then i’ll take that back.” “i’d like to see you try,” he retorted, pistol now in hand again, “you can outrun me but can you outrun a bullet aiming straight for your head?” you huffed, “i’m not asking you to adopt me or anything, i just need you to drop me off at the nearest island.”

“bullshit. you’re saying you want to go from one island to another?” jongho scoffed from beside wooyoung. “i can’t leave this place without company. please just-” you sighed, and yunho could tell you felt defeated, “please just take me with you.” if he didn’t feel guilty enough, he definitely felt bad now. “cap, maybe we should take her.”

hongjoong gave him an odd look, clearly bewildered, “you were the one who insisted on leaving her.” “yeah well, i kinda feel bad for her now. she’ll stay with us for a few days maximum then we’ll just drop her off somewhere,” yunho briefly glanced at you, lowering his voice now, “i mean, maybe she really can’t leave. what, are we just going to dump her here?”

“i say we make her a deal,” yeosang chimed in, “she can live with us until we locate a nearby island, but if we arrive and it ends up being a bad one, she can’t argue and climb back aboard.” hongjoong nodded approvingly, “yeah, that sounds good.”

yunho watched as your face lit up when he repeated their deal to you. he silently swore to himself to always bring happiness to you during your stay if it meant he could catch a glimpse of your endearing smile again.

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yunho had volunteered to wrap up the cut on your arm you earned from san’s shove, despite seonghwa usually being the one to tend to the crew’s injuries. he led you down the stairs and to the medical room (which, really, was just their meeting room with a medical kit placed on the table), kicking away scraps of used bandages to the corner, praying you didn’t see them.

as he sat you down opposite him and began prepping the bandages, he began to wonder about you. where were your parents? how did you manage to come onto the island? why did you not have friends? what-

“you look like you have questions.” his gaze snapped up from your arm to your eyes, “no i- well, yeah, kind of.” you laughed lightly, “it’s okay, i get it. i’d be confused too.” yunho hoped you took the redness tainting his cheeks as embarrassment from being caught rather than his giddiness from your laugh. he motioned for you as he got started on wrapping your arm.

“i used to live on a different island, where my parents were. i met this guy, chan, and after being friends with him for a year or so, he offered to take me on a trip with his seven friends. i agreed. i honestly don’t know why i did. it was a spur of the moment thing. i followed him to the docks, where his ship was. turns out he’s a pirate and he’s the captain, much like your crew, actually.

“they said they wanted to go find some ‘treasures’, i just assumed they were joking around. they said they wanted to find an hourglass, i think one of the crew, hyunbin or whatever, said it belonged to his father. i remembered having heard some legends about it, and offered to lead the way. we searched for months, and finally found it on this island.

“when we arrived, they began arguing over who got to have it; they all had a different timeline in mind. someone wanted to go find their dead parents, someone wanted to rescue their girlfriend, it was- it was a lot,” you closed your eyes, throwing your head back, “we weren’t even from this timeline, for fuck’s sake! they fucked with the cromer as soon as they got their grubby hands on it, knowing damn well it was a full moon! i don’t even know what happened, to be honest, either that, or i can’t remember. it doesn’t matter. i don’t want to anyway.

“i think it’s something to do with the stupid hourglass. my theory is it passes down ownership to whomever it deems worthy to hold it, eliminating the past owners. that’s how i ended up alone. i tell myself they each left one by one, but it still bothers me how cursed magic like that exists. i don’t know, the whole thing’s really messed up. i guess being the holder gives you power to hide or expose it to others, because, well, as you saw, i could play around with its surroundings.” yunho hummed, taking in all the information.

he tightened the knot on your bandage, breathing out through his nose and rocking on his chair, “well, now that i know a lot about you, ask me anything you want.” “anything?” you lifted your head up again, eyes wide. yunho smiled, “yeah.” you leaned forward, head resting against your palms, “how are you so cute?”

yunho began spluttering, rocking a bit too far back on his chair, nearly falling over until you grabbed his hand, laughing at his reaction. as soon as he steadied himself, he yanked his hand away, feeling like his entire skin was on fire. you had a proud grin on your face, “i’m playing with you. though, really, you are cute.” he was genuinely convinced right then and there that you were the human form of heaven itself with the way his heart was palpitating.

the only dilemma yunho was having with himself was the fact that you couldn’t stay with them.

he liked to think that you shared the same thought as him.

≡☆

somehow, hours later, yunho found himself next to you on the beach, admiring the sunset from afar. “i haven’t had company in ages,” you commented, “it’s nice. especially since it’s you.” yunho had really wanted to kick his feet and giggle over your bold words, but he opted for a light chuckle.

“do you ever miss your old timeline? or dimension, or however you say it,” he regretted his words instantly at the sad look on your face. “all the time. i had a boyfriend, you know? he tried to stop me from going. i ignored him out of spite because of the amount of arguments we got into before i left. they were mostly to do with chan, he never trusted him, and neither should i have.”

yunho ignored the new, strange sense of jealousy he was feeling, and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, “you wouldn’t have known.” you only gave a weak smile in response. “so tell me about your boyfriend.” you stiffened up slightly before relaxing again. if yunho wasn’t staring at you, he would’ve missed it entirely.

“well, he was the sweetest guy i’ve ever met. people compared him to a puppy all the time because of his energy,” you hesitated, “he had dyed blond-ish hair, a cute smile, a great sense of humour. he was tall, and was really popular. he always knew just how to cheer me up when i was down. he was considerate, caring, kind, he was everything.” yunho felt himself slowly getting upset. how could he ever compare to him? he sounded perfect.

“jealous?” you teased, nudging him. “not at all,” yunho rolled his eyes, playing with his compass again. he watched your eyes lower onto the very object, a soft look in them. “of course you still have it,” you murmured. “what?” yunho furrowed his brows. had he heard correctly? “it’s nothing.”

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nighttime rolled around and eventually all of them gathered around; yunho had found himself subconsciously scooting closer to you, landing himself a knowing look from mingi.

while your eyes connected with the flames yeosang started minutes ago, yunho couldn’t help but admire every inch of your carefully sculpted face. it was funny, wasn’t it? how he, at first, hated your overconfident demeanour, your demanding character, your addictive voice, your adorable laugh… huh. maybe he’d never hated you.

“so are you guys going to hide it now that you have to wait to use it?” you tilted your head curiously, and yunho wanted to choke a fistful of sand down his throat to contain the squeals that were threatening to bubble up with how absolutely beautiful you were. he shrugged, “most likely.” “the full moon’s in three days. where would you hiding it for three days?” “up san’s ass,” wooyoung laughed, before getting smacked by san.

yunho couldn’t bring himself to laugh at wooyoung’s immature joke. not when he now knew that he never had a chance with you to begin with.

but hearing your contagious laughter made him think of how lucky he was to have met you at all.

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“i know you, yunho, and i know you like her-” “like is an exaggeration.” seonghwa rolled his eyes, “just listen to me. she’s not going to be staying with us for long, and if you keep giving yourself a chance to get to know her, you’ll end up getting heartbroken.” “but isn’t that the point? maybe, when we use the cromer and get to a different dimension, maybe we can be together there…” he trailed off at how ridiculous he sounded. “that’s not how it works, and you know it,” seonghwa’s tone was now stern, almost to the point of telling yunho off.

“she clearly likes me too, can’t we at least enjoy the little amount of time we have together?” mingi tossed an arm around yunho from behind, “i say go for it.” “of course you’d say that,” seonghwa tsked, before continuing, “i’m asking you, as part of your crew, and your friend, to think this through.” “i am thinking this through!” yunho insisted, “i’d rather go through a heavy heartbreak than leave her with a bunch of ‘what if’s. i really do like her, seong-”

“no, you’re thinking this with your plan of finding her in a different timeline. yunho, you can’t do that. do you know how risky that is? ignoring the fact how we’ve only known her for a day too!” “of course i know,” he hissed, “but i don’t care how risky it is. i’m doing it.” “love at first sight, some might say,” mingi patted yunho’s shoulder. “oh, don’t get him started on love now,” seonghwa groaned. “love is a stretch, but i definitely find her interesting enough to want to be with her.” “just say you like her, yunho. everyone and their mothers can hear your giggles at night in your room,” hongjoong teased.

yunho’s face flushed, “i don’t giggle!” with that, he left the tiny crowd and stormed off to the meeting room. to his surprise, you were sitting at his regular seat, examining his compass. he left it there?

“so you want to be with me?” you raised an eyebrow, running a thumb over the quote the same way yunho does. “what- no?” yunho scoffed, taking a seat beside you. “i heard you guys. you get loud when you’re defensive. it’s okay, it’s cute.” yunho was at a loss for words. grasping for straws to change the topic, he gestured to the compass, “why did you say something like ‘i still have it’?”

you grew silent, and yunho thought you hadn’t heard him. he was about to repeat his question when you opened your mouth to answer, “i knew you, jeong yunho.” he flinched at the full name coming out of your mouth, “how…” “in my timeline. i knew you.”

you had the same stiff posture as you did on the beach, and yunho recalled what you were talking about during that time, “your boyfriend…” “yeah.” suddenly it all made sense. the dyed blond hair, the puppy personality, tall… yunho had heard every single one of them.

“we were together?” his voice was barely above a whisper. you nodded sadly, a bittersweet smile plastered, “i never got to say sorry for not believing you.” “well, at least i got an apology now,” he wrapped his hand around yours, the compass in between your interlocked fingers, and the cromer, your chance of a new happily ever after, placed on the table just centimetres away.

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 year ago

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So there's three different egg aus

Regular egg- regular stone egg stuff

Slow boiled stone egg- pregnant for centuries until s3

Kindred egg?- that little bit about the gang finding Wukong themselves and meet egg eventually

"#stone egg talk" - is for any general talk or au regarding the theory of Stone Eggs being a way for Stone Monkeys to reproduce asexually, though it has the potiential to kill the parent.

"#jttw stone egged au" - au for Wukong having grown a Stone Egg due to being under the mountain. In this Au Macaque learns about the egg early on and joins the gang. Stone Egg gets born at Thunderclap Monastery - baby is undecided. Possible alternate MK or Luzhen?

"#slow boiled stone egg au" - starts out the same as "#jttw stone egged au" with the major divergence in that Macaque is killed/dies before finding out that the Stone Egg exists, putting Wukong in a mental health state that causes the Stone Egg to refuse to be born until he gets his crap together. Rolls over into the LMK canon. Stone Egg born shortly after S3 special - becomes a version of Yuebei Xing.

"SWK is MK's stone egg dad au" renamed to "#century stone egg au" - SWK manages to dodge getting stone egg-pregged back in the Journey days, but after losing Macaque and a bunch of other stuff decides to deliberately trigger the process 500 years before the events of LMK canon. He's found by the reincarnation gang (+Mei's parents) a *bit* too early (20 something years), meaning that he's got to do the last leg of the process "awake/aboveground" after having isolated and literally buried himself for five centuries. Stone Egg in this case becomes MK.

And ofc in the "#The Monkey King and the Infant" au - it crops up as the method in which either the Lunar Node Twins (Jidu and Luohou) or Luzhen is created; via Wukong being trapped in a modified Trigram Furnace that started the process.

+Bonus: In aus where Mac dies/is dragged to Diyu like in canon, his body accidentally creates two Stone Eggs containing the Eclipse Twins (Rumble and Savage). He doesn't notice until somebody points it out to him.

I hope thats easy enough to follow!

#stone egg talk #stone monkeys #slow boiled stone egg au #jttw stone egged au #century stone egg au #SWK is MK's stone egg dad au #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #pregnancy tw #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #lmk #lego monkie kid #jttw #lmk aus #jttw aus #journey the west

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analogwriting · 1 year ago

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It Comes in Waves

Chapter 1: Tsunami

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader tw; ace's death. i know, we're starting off strong as shit. word count: 3k prev|next

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Portgas D. Ace. Also known as ‘Fire Fist Ace’ or even the commander of the second division for the Whitebeard Pirates. Also…a great friend of yours. A friend you had run into several times over your years at sea. A friend that let you cry on his shoulder and who had cried on yours. The memory of you meeting flashes in your mind. A simpler time. Before he had all his alternate titles. Before he was even his own captain.

You were on a tropical island. It was small and reminded you of your home island, but it was just a pitstop for you to get rest and something to eat. You had hunted down some small wildlife and gathered some fruit that seemed to be edible before beginning to roast it over a fire you created.

While it was cooking, you worked on setting up a place to sleep. However, you heard something from behind you. Pulling a knife from your belt, you threw it as you turned around.

“Whoa! I come in peace!” An alarmed, male voice chimed. You turned to see a man standing there. He couldn't have been older than eighteen. So, more of a boy. You noticed that he dodged your attack well, so he wasn't a complete idiot. There was a small cut on his cheek. Not quite quick enough but still impressive. He was lucky it was a warning shot anyway.

“Well, maybe you shouldn't sneak up on someone.” You folded your arms, taking in the boy before you. Disheveled black hair, tanned skin, dressed like a punk. You could tell easily that he was a pirate, perhaps at the beginning of his adventure.

“I didn't really mean to. I was just following the delicious smell of food.” A wistful look crossed his face before he frowned. “A bird flew away with my food.” He looked at you with puppy dog eyes and you sighed, shaking your head.

“Fine. I'll share. Consider it my apology for attacking you. I'm a bit on edge.” After all, you had just narrowly escaped the navy on your most recent heist. You wouldn’t have been surprised if they had somehow found you, even if they were pretty dense.

The man's face lit up, wasting no time as he plopped down next to the fire you had going. “I have some sake I can share.” You shake your head. You couldn't risk letting your guard down right now. “I'm fine. Help yourself.”

You moved to your food, beginning to divvy it up for the two of you. You handed him his share before settling with your own. “I'm Ace, by the way,” he said, a mouthful of food.

You told your eyes at his lack of manners. “Y/N,” you said simply, beginning to eat.

He asks you a couple more questions, but notices you guard some of your answers, so he maneuvers to more simple questions and talks about his own journey. He eventually brings up his little brother - a kid named Luffy. From the sounds of it, he seems quite the handful. He mentions how he's the world's biggest crybaby, but he wants to become King of the Pirates.

You can't help but feel admiration for the kid who has yet to set sail.

You knew just about everything there was to know about one another. He is your best friend. And now, it looked like everything was going belly up for him. You were about to lose one of the few people you held close. Again. Why did you have to keep losing people you cared about?

You stared at the video that was being casted from a transponder snail in Sabaody. You were there taking care of a few loose ends from your most recent mission. It dawned on you just how long it had been since you'd seen Ace. You'd been cracking down on your own agenda, not exactly keeping up with current events. It had easily been…at least six months?

You noticed another familiar face on screen. Monkey D. Luffy. Captain of the Strawhat Pirates and Ace’s baby brother. The one he had told you about and the one you had eventually met on your own. One that you ran into often just like you had Ace.

You had just seen Luffy and his crew not too long ago. It was right here on Sabaody. They helped you take down a human auction house. They were saving a friend of theirs and this was something you did on the regular. Freeing slaves and making slaveholders suffer. Celestial Dragons hated you, and you hated them.

You had been doing this for about a decade, so you had a pretty high bounty - close to a billion. However, you have always been extremely careful to cover your identity. You had a whole disguise set up. A special cloak that covered all of your features. That’s all they had photo evidence of. Your first and last name donned the poster, but you went by your middle name on your average day. You lived a double life that no one knew about.

No one except Ace that is.

You're pulled out of your thoughts as you hear voices begin to raise. You blinked, coming back to earth and looking around. That’s when you realize the videofeed had been cut off. Everyone was starting to raise their questions and concerns. What the hell was going on now? What happened to Ace? To Luffy? You heard those questions being asked around you, so you knew the feed cut before anything happened.

“I need to get out of here,” you mumbled to yourself. You needed to get to Marineford and fast. Unfortunately, your boat that was akin to Ace’s striker, your ‘navis’ as you called it, was much too slow to get there in time. “Even if I call to the sea…” No, still too slow. Time was against you. You cursed silently to yourself, feeling yourself beginning to unravel. This couldn’t be happening. You couldn’t be losing him.

That's when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You tensed. Knife in hand, you turned around quickly, pressing it to the throat of whomever was dumb enough to lay their hands on you. It didn’t matter if all around was chaos. You didn’t even care if this had been any other day. You weren’t a fan of being touched by strangers. Who was?

The owner of the heavily tattooed hand was tall. You were face to face with his chest. A logo of some smiling jolly roger. You looked up, glaring at the man only to find him glaring right back at you. Who did he think he was? He was the one that touched you. Not the other way around.

You took note of the long sword he carried and his lanky frame. Did he even know how to wield this sword correctly? Or use it in general? Your eyes trailed to his at before resting once more on his face. Something…felt familiar. Had you seen him before?

“You greet everyone like this?” There was a hint of a smirk that was just enough to make you want to punch him. His calm demeanor he had whilst you had your knife to his throat also drove you mad.

“Just those that touch me without permission.”

He took his hand away, putting them both up in a surrender motion. “Apologies.” He looked at you once more, taking you in. There was a hint of recognition in his eye and he looked like he wanted to ask something before deciding against it. He looked up to where the video feed had been.

“You know him?” Then he glanced back at you.

You stared at him, blinking several times as you processed his question. You tried to form words but nothing was coming to you. Too many questions were trying to pour out all at once. All that came out was, “What?”

“Well, I'm heading that way and you seemed pretty distraught about it so I figured I'd offer a ride in my submarine.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. Who the hell just did something like that? “You don't seem like the kind of person who does things out of the kindness of his heart.” There had to be some hidden motive. Some other reason that he wanted to offer a ride. Was this some kind of human trafficking ploy? They sure were getting creative these days. It was disgusting.

“Suit yourself,” he said, turning away. What if he was just offering out of the kindness of his heart? Or maybe there was some hidden motive but…you couldn’t risk it. You had to save Ace. You had to save Luffy. Or die trying. “Okay, fine.” He turned, looking as you spoke, smirking. “That’s what I thought.”

Oh, this was going to be a nightmare. Your fist just might up in his jaw. Why would someone just offer a stranger a ride into a war just on a whim? And why were you accepting it? You had to be just as crazy.

“Let's go then,” he said, once more pulling you out of your thoughts.

Silence fell over the two of you as you walked, delving once more into your own mind. Would you make it on time? Could you save your friends? Why was this man helping you? Why were you trusting him? Is it because you had nothing left to lose? If you lost Ace and Luffy…you’re not sure what you’d do. They were the closest thing you had to family since…

“We’re here.” You were yanked back to the present as the man in front of you spoke. Your eyes landed on the yellow submarine. You blinked. That’s right…he had said that. It was just registering that he had mentioned it earlier. You were such a mess, you didn’t even question it. What the hell was a pirate doing with a submarine?

“Last chance to turn around. You’re stuck once the door closes.” The man smirked at you and you felt the need to punch him in the nose. You didn’t even bother saying anything as you headed inside. There was no turning back now. This was your only chance to reach your friends in time.

You were told to keep close to the man, which you didn’t argue. You assumed he didn’t trust you…though he invited you on his ship? This whole situation was weird.

You found yourself thinking of Ace again. It was only natural. Currently, you had no idea if he was alive or dead. You hoped for the best but expected the worst. God, it was like that theory about a cat in a box. Without seeing him, you had no idea if he was alive or dead.

Memories flashed in your brain as if they happened yesterday. When you met Ace’s crew for the first time. When you met his second crew. All the nights you stayed up drinking with him. (You had eventually given in and trusted him enough to let your guard down.) You remembered when you told him that you finally met his brother on the sea. Man, he was so excited and positively radiant after hearing that news. He had immediately set out to go find him shortly after that.

All of those memories passed through your mind, each one of them hurting you more and more. It was almost too much to handle. You had already lost so much and you thought that you were done feeling this way but…here it was again. It hurt…so much. It was never easier. No matter how many people you saw that you cared about die before you…it never got easier. You tried your best to keep your distance from people but Ace was warm both inside and out and it slipped past your defenses faster than you could blink. He introduced you to a new family.

Many times he asked you to join the Whitebeard Pirates and you told him the same thing each time.

“I still have too many things to take care of on my own.”

The man scoffed. “C'mon! You say that every time, y/n! If you join us, we could help you!” You looked at him, shaking your head. “You know this is something I have to do on my own. The less people involved, the better. Besides, you promised me you wouldn't tell anyone or try to get involved in any way.”

Ace whined, folding his arms. “Yeah, but that was before you told me what you were up to!” He rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with you. You frowned, sighing. It was the same argument every time you parted ways. He wanted you to join his crew so that he could help you wish your mission, but you couldn’t bear to see anyone else you care about die.

He looked at you again and sighed. “I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't push you.” He looked down to his feet, unfolding his arms.

Your own face softened and you shook your head. “Don't say sorry, it's not your mistake.” He looked at you as you said those words, chuckling softly. You said them every time he apologized. It was your way of saying that it was okay. That the feelings he was feeling were valid. That his emotions and actions caused by them were valid. It was something that your father had always said to you when your emotions were too much and you were apologizing for things that were out of your control.

“I may join one day…” You paused.

“It's just not the right time yet, I know,” Ace finished for you. You offered an apologetic grin and he returned with his own, warm one.

“We're here.” A voice pulled you out of your thoughts once more and you looked at the man who you boarded this vessel with. It was then that you realized that you didn't know his name. You opened your mouth to ask when he interrupted.

“There's a war going on out there. Be vigilant.”

You nodded, closing your mouth. Now wasn't the time for formalities. You felt a sinking feeling in your chest - something wasn’t right.

As you headed to the top deck, you felt your chest growing heavier and heavier. This was bad. You could hear all the pain from outside already. You could feel the anguish. It was almost too much to bear. It was enough to make your head spin, to make you want to lose the lunch you didn’t have.

When the door opened and you stepped outside, you were taken back. Taken back to when your own people were taken from you. The sounds of fighting, the smell of blood and metal in the air. The screaming, the anguish. You wanted to scream yourself. It was almost too much to bear. Even though it was over a decade ago, it still had an iron grip on you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of blue. You looked over slowly, noticing blue flames. Marco. He was Ace’s crewmate. He caught your eye, a dark look of guilt passing over his face before looking away. It was a moment, but that was all you needed to confirm your suspicions.

You suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe, like something just sucked all the air out of your lungs. Your legs felt shaky and you felt sick. The world was spinning. Ace was gone. A man you loved like a little brother. Gone. And there was nothing you could do to bring him back. You were going to be sick.

“Y/n!” You blinked, looking up and seeing the man you had traveled with. “Get it together!” He motioned across the battlefield and that's where you saw Luffy. It was like something sparked inside of you. You were suddenly able to move again. He was your lifeline right now. You needed to focus on saving him. He wasn’t gone yet.

You nodded at the man before you before turning back to look at your friend. You could tell he was completely shut down. It reminded you of yourself all those years ago. You’d lost everyone you loved and completely shut down. You don’t remember what happened while you were shut down. You were on autopilot for so long. Barely living.

You noticed he was in the arms of a fishman. Ally? You had to hope so or this was going to be difficult. Seeing how he was heading straight towards the submarine and the man waving them down, it seemed safe to assume an ally. Then you saw an admiral attack them. You ran towards the edge of the deck, pressing a hand to your necklace and withdrawing a long spear. You outstretched your free arm, taking aim right over the fishman’s shoulder and throwing it.

It flew through the air, hitting the admiral in the shoulder. Not near enough to kill him but at least enough to deter him for a few moments so the fishman and Luffy could make it safely on board. The next thing you knew, you were ushering the wounded into the submarine and to the infirmary.

“You look like you know about basic medicine,” the man said, laying the two men on operating tables.

You nodded, unable to really speak. “I can't hear your head rattle,” he said.

“Y-Yes,” you stammered, taking a deep breath. Your father was a doctor, after all. You studied under him and read many of his textbooks. You’d also been on your own with no doctor all this time, so you had plenty of time to study and put your skills to use.

“Good. Then you're going to help me.”

And with that, the operation began.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader #iciw #am fics

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kuiperblog · 4 months ago

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The grammar lesson that made me a better writer

Here's something that sounds like a lesson about grammar, but is really more of general principle about how to write effective description:

Transitive verbs need a direct object. A transitive verb without an object implies a question, and you should probably answer that question rather than trying to dodge it.

Here's an example of what I'm talking about:

"Fear" is a transitive verb. You can't just write "I fear." You have to add an object to complete the sentence, like "I fear spiders," or "I fear the unknown."

There are some people who, seeing this, will say, "Ah, you're right! I can't just write 'I fear.' I will fix this by instead writing, 'I am afraid.'"

"I am afraid" is, technically speaking, a grammatically correct sentence. But conceptually, it still has the same problem as "I fear." It's a disembodied emotion that doesn't answer the question of what you're actually afraid of.

Sometimes, the disembodied nature of the emotion is intentional, but most of the time I see sentences like these in amateur writing, the ambiguity is unintentional, and it's just robbing the audience of information that would have helped them to understand what the author was trying to convey.

It's often an example of "telling" rather than "showing," similar to the difference between "I was sad" versus "I fought back tears as I remembered the faces of the children I had left behind." One sentence conveys the disembodied emotion of sadness, while the other tells you what caused the sadness. And by telling us why the character is sad, the second sentence comes a lot closer to taking the audience on the same emotional journey that the character is experiencing.

That's the problem with "I'm afraid." When you write that sentence, we're just looking at a person who is experiencing the emotion. But if you told the audience what the character was afraid of, then maybe the audience would be afraid, too!

Transitive verbs require an object, while intransitive verbs don't. (That's the literal definition of what "transitive verb" means.) But there are lots of verbs that can be intransitive, but still often benefit having an object, and this is almost a freebie -- with just a few extra words, you can paint a much richer and more detailed picture of what is going on! Just compare:

I spent the afternoon reading.

versus:

I spent the afternoon reading about World War II.

Or alternatively:

I spent the afternoon reading a romance novel.

The first version is, technically speaking, a complete sentence. But when you compare it to the other versions, it becomes clear that you could have painted a much more detailed picture of that afternoon with just a few extra words. Failing to do this feels like a huge missed opportunity!

You can (and often should) add objects to verbs, because even if you don't "need it" from a grammatical perspective, the audience still wants that information. "I ate" is a complete sentence, but it's going to leave the reader wondering what exactly it was that you ate. (Even if you don't want to describe the details your latest meal, "I ate dinner" feels like a more complete sentence than just "I ate.")

"I write" is technically a complete sentence, but I really wish you'd spend a few extra words telling me what it is that you write!

#writing advice #creative writing #writing #grammar

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your-old-sins-tournament · 11 months ago

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12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE A

Cupid [@onitekka] (she/her)

Cupid is like every normal middle school student, a pink-haired half-vampire totally not crushing on her girl best friend, seemingly born from every weird twelve year olds innate wish: make a video game.

Cupid journeys through the depths of hell to rescue her "girl best friend" (very subtle) from the evil Dark Overlord Xanata, who sealed her best friend into a crystal because she Also wants to be Cupid's "girl best friend".

she boasts a variety of super cool barely vampire related attacks that involve just straight up yelling at enemies! this girl has a sonic screech that can shatter glass, bulletproof bat wings, and a literal gun! you can practically hear angel with a shotgun (nightcore) blasting in the background.

why is the embodiment of love a vampire? because vampires are now ostensibly fallen angels. why is she fighting hell if she's a fallen angel? because it's cool.

Description: A beginner's illustration of Cupid. she has messily coloured short pink hair with two longer strands in the front, red eyes, a fuschia top, and a green skirt. she is also wearing black boots, and part of her bat wings are coloured black as well. there is blood dripping from her mouth.

Ash [@changeling-ash] (she/her)

She is so cool. My little self insert. My baby. Epic powerful magic.

Ash was part of a secret subspecies of humans (Homo sapiens dimutus) which could shapeshift, which she used to grow huge black wings or turn into a black leopard or look like a monster to scare enemies, anything as long as her brain stayed the same size or got denser to fit smaller. When she shapeshifted she would release green and blue fire from the power of the transformation (cause she has lots of copper in her blood that burns green. To protect against cancer, you see. Shapeshifting has lots of cancer risk so copper is sooo important)

She became one by genetic engineering at 15 so the dimutus could get more soldiers and spies for a war with the demon-like psyuedos (child soldier lol). She could come back to life because she had a failsafe that would activate where she would shapeshift away the wound and her brain would jolt back online. The only way to kill a dimutus was to kill the brain.

Like other dimutus, she could also dimension hop, so she'd travel the multiverse, from tv show to tv show or to the universe with dragons or with cool landscapes. She was good with a sword and something called a bladed quarterstaff, which is basically one of those two sided lightsabers but a blade. She was mentored by one of the most powerful dimutus of the war and is super powerful too compared to other dimutus.

Propaganda from the old post

Okay time for my propaganda once more!

Ash is my girl, my baby.

She has TWO dragons. The first one is Flicker, who is strong and agile with black scales and a violet belly. Ash rides on her back and she speaks dragon at her. Her other dragon is Zephyr, who she raised from an egg and he looks like a blue sky with white patches like clouds, and random little flecks of gold scales. He's lithe and fast and so agile. She can summon them from their alternate universes by calling out "Tul Lüg" for Flicker and "Zep-iagh" for Zephyr, and they leap from portals to fight.

She can speak so many languages. The language of Dimutus is actually Modernized Latin. She knows English, Spanish, French, Latin, Italian, ASL, and has the best translators.

She made friends with a shadowy wolf companion called a Shadowlupe who accepted her as part of the pack. She runs with him in hunts as a wolf.

She can do a double backflip. Enough said.

She would fly with huge black wings, it was her favorite thing to do. Knew how to do all the tricks. She is dimension hopping miles in the air just to fall for ages, then fly at breakneck speeds. And she was terrifying in battle, she would dodge and weave and slash as she passed, an airborne killing machine.

She could give herself big springy legs to jump so high and do crazy tricks. She adapted herself to move fast, bounce and parkour her way at insane speeds. She could traverse so well.

She also did normal parkour. It was a fun challenge to try with minimal modifications. Pretended a lot of parkour POV vids were her.

She had two cats trained to infiltrate bases cause they are kitties and can fit through the vents and no one suspects the kitties. Baya was a Bengal and Shadow was a beautiful medium hair black cat.

She could also dimension hop in a way that was like astral projecting. She'd just be floatin, near invisible. She'd keep her wings in that state to pull them from the dimension fast to use them quickly. Her friends would chill there and comment to her while she was doing boring things.

She had a ragtag best friend and copilot partner Katie that was the mostest important person to her. Her brother in arms, her guy in the chair, her support, and Ash was the same to Katie. They were ride or die, and they died a lot for each other. (I basically made a QPP a decade before I myself ended up in one. Probably an early sign I was aro.)

She lost her arm sometimes, and she'd have a badass prosthetic if she couldn't shapeshift it back right away.

So much trauma from being a child soldier will come later. Her future character with me a decade later is somethin.

#cupid #ocs #polls #bracket tournament #old sins #side a #ocs you made when you were 12 tournament #ash

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iibonniee · 1 year ago

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A Flight Later | Lee Minhyuk

Paring: Lee Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: R

Warnings: strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, fingering, unprotected sex

Rating: G

Word Count: 7.7k

Summary: Y/N finds herself in a race against time, barely managing to catch her flight, only to be stopped by the unanticipated arrival of a snowstorm. With all flights on hold, she opts to find shelter in a nearby hotel. Thanks to an unexpected mishap by the hotel's staff, she's given a choice - share her lodging with an irresistibly attractive stranger or brave the storm to find alternative accommodation.

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Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny @heaviihamonii

If time ever worked in her favor, she swore she never ever had to worry about the word “late” ever again in her life. But alas, the word “late” loved her too much just to disappear from her life like a pair of someone’s favorite socks or their lucky bag.

Y/N was simply never lucky. She swore there was a family curse, but everyone in her family had gotten the “lucky” side of it. In contrast, she was simply cursed with the unlucky aspect of it. She tried praying to whatever may catch her shitty attempts at warding it away, but nobody seemed to care.

She even went as far as to cry in the middle of her messy apartment, hoping that whoever was watching would see and maybe take some sort of pity on her. In favor, she was sure they were laughing their asses off at the free fucking show she was giving them.

Christmas was like any other year. Busy as fuck, fast-paced, and if you weren’t ready for the attack, you better be quick with dodging.

Y/N made sure to wake up just 5 hours before her flight was due every single year. She didn’t care if she was running off 30 minutes of sleep and leaving her house at 1:30 in the morning like a crazy person, almost late for their 9 am shift.

No matter what it was, there was always something that would happen.

Christmas was never very forgiving to Y/N. Last year, it was the power shutdown. The year before, a broken heater caused the water pipes to freeze. The universe seemed to have a penchant for dropping wildcards in her path.

This year, it played its cruel game again.

Her alarm, the protective wall between the chaos of Christmas and sleep’s blissful oblivion, failed her. The promised shrill call to action never came, and Y/N woke up to an eerily quiet room, save for the sinister tick-tock of the clock that now read 5 - two hours later than it should have been. Her heart pounded in her chest like a sledgehammer. Before she knew it, she was racing around her cramped apartment, pulling on clothes, brushing her hair with one hand while stuffing her travel bag with the other.

Why she held off with packing until the last second was fucking beyond her.

To add insult to injury, the weather gods threw an impromptu snow festival outside. When Y/N managed to navigate down the slippery stairs of her apartment building, she looked up to a constellation of snowflakes, each falling with the grace of a feather in the wind.

Leaving her sanctuary of warmth, she grits her teeth as the seductive dance of the snowflakes teases her with their cold touches. Every flake that brushed against her skin sent a chilling reminder of the cruel winter. Despite her hurry, she took a moment to admire the ethereal beauty before the reality of her predicament crashed down upon her.

The routine hustle and bustle of the city had transformed into a slow-moving tableau. She could hear the frustrated honks and the indistinct cursing of fellow trapped souls, all fighting against the glacial embrace of Mother Nature. Her usual brisk walking pace was replaced with a cautious shuffle, each step a delicate ballet on the icy pavement. A ten-minute journey to the bus stop usually felt like she was running a marathon in slow motion.

Once there, her hopeful eyes were met with the sight of her bus, stuck a few blocks away, a streak of vibrant color choked by the sludgy white quilt of snow. The traffic, once an orderly stream of vehicles, was now a convoluted mess, frozen in an eternal deadlock synonymous with her own frustration.

A resigned sigh escaped her lips as she clutched her coat tighter, making an impromptu refuge as the snow relentlessly assaulted the city. She glanced at the watch she was wearing, frowning at the ticking hands, which now seemed more like an enemy than a companion. Cold, time, and paralysis were poignant reminders of her stuck state.

It appeared that rushing wouldn’t do any good today. Trapped in a rush, caught by the mischievous antics of weather gods, Y/N found herself laughing despite the freezing cold and her predicament. And so there she stood, alone in a crowd of bundled-up people sharing her plight, silently pleading for an end to this unannounced snow festival.

But as time ticked by to never be seen again, she slowly realized that the snow was slowly getting heavier, and if possible, it was getting colder. She was half tempted to test fate out even more, to give herself false hope and check her phone, which was probably dead, to see if a snowstorm was possible.

But the universe appeared to enjoy playing cruel jokes on Y/N. The gods seemed to enjoy watching humans squirm as they twisted the mundanity of life into a tempestuous voyage. And the cruel winter winds seemed to share their malevolent intent.

Her phone buzzed weakly in her pocket as if on cue, displaying a measly one percent battery. Increasingly cold fingers fumbled with the screen to catch a fleeting glimpse of the weather update. The damning news confirmed her worst fears, with the cold indifference of the phrase’ severe snowstorm warning’ displayed before her phone promptly gave a last breath and blanked out.

She cursed under her breath, her mutterings lost to the wind’s icy mockery. A cruel cosmic joke indeed. Her frustrations seemed to echo in the cold, lifeless device in her hand. In desperation, she reached for her travel bag for the elusive charger, her sanctuary from this growing maelstrom of lousy luck. But of course, it, too, had something to contribute to her unfortunate predicament.

Upon pulling her bag around, her heart sank at the sight.

Panic gripped Y/N as she noticed her bag’s zipper halfway open, half-heartedly clinging to its duty. A mad scramble ensued as she delved into its depths with frozen fingers, desperation wrapping her heart in its icy grasp. The contents of her bag felt unfamiliar under her trembling touch, cueing the impending doom.

With a gasp, her hand emerged void of the lifeline she sought. No charger. It was still sitting on her bedside table, a mocking reminder of her frantic morning. Now, it felt like a slap to her already unfortunate day. The tiny piece of equipment, usually so insignificant, now felt like the difference between life and death, a melodrama spun by the snowstorm’s pervasive presence in her life.

Just as she contemplated whether she should risk returning home to retrieve the forgotten charger, the strained sounds of an engine groaning to a halt broke through the cacophony of the storm. The bus’s vibrant colors, lost under layers of snow and mud, offered an undesired sense of hope.

With one last glance at her dying phone, Y/N pushed her disappointment aside and dashed for the bus entrance. Her movements were clumsy, hindered by her heavy clothes and the cruel winter winds. Still, she made it just as the driver was about to close the doors, locking her out in the ruthless snowstorm. She onboarded, drenched in a mix of relief, defeat, and snow - a plot device to the cruel joke penned by her fate.

Panic clawed at the edges of her thoughts as she settled into a spot at the back of the snow-dusted bus. The severity of the storm made her question whether it was capable of halting all air traffic, making her already tight schedule even more fraught with tension.

The dying light of her phone caught her attention once more. With a heavy sigh, she unlocked it, the screen flickering weakly, stubbornly hanging onto the remaining battery. The time stared back at her, remorseless, hinting at her possible failure to catch her flight. She swallowed hard, grimacing as her mind calculated the time lost battling against the cruel winter and the time remaining for her to reach the airport.

Reality seemed to set in further as the last flicker of life drained from her phone. The prospect of missing her flight seemed far more probable now, contributing another layer to her dismal day. She leaned back in her seat, the snow outside blurring into a white canvas, reflecting the uncertainty of her predicament. Her journey, catapulted into a chaotic flux by the snowstorm, was but a chapter in the tragically comic tale uniquely penned for her fate by the universe.

She swore every year there was always something, and it felt like it just got worse and worse each time. Last week, the weather called for sunny skies, with the weather at roughly 41 degrees. So where the fuck did the cold snow come from? Who did she have to fight to keep some of her own sanity?

After what felt like an eternity, the bus finally pulled up to the airport. The idle chatter of its engine ceased, leaving only the howl of the ruthless snowstorm outside. Her heart pounded in her chest as she collected her bag, the prospect of missing her flight flashing in her already stressed mind.

She rushed inside with haste born of desperation, the icy blast of air chasing her in. The ticking clock was not the only enemy she battled against now.

As the last of the passengers from her bus filed into the airport, an announcement rang out, cold and indifferent like the storm outside. All flights are delayed until further notice. A collective sigh filled the room, but Y/N could only feel the bubbling anger within her. The cruel joke wasn’t over yet, it seemed.

Quickly weaving through the throng of disgruntled passengers, she found herself standing before an airline representative whose expression mirrored the weary resignation of those around her.

“How long?” she asked, her voice laden with a mixture of desperation and frustration. Ignoring the lump in her throat, she took a deep breath. Her anger wasn’t truly directed at this distraught worker just doing their job but at the rapidly spiraling sequence of misfortunes hurling her sanity over the edge. As she stood there, awaiting an answer, she couldn’t help but wonder who in the universe she had wronged for such relentless testing.

The airline representative gave a weary sigh, her hands moving nervously. The woman’s response was quiet, almost defeated, as if the storm had reached in and stolen her certainty, much like everyone else’s. “Honestly, miss, we’re not sure,” she confessed, remorse filling her eyes. “The weather forecast is calling for a prolonged storm. It might be several hours... or more.”

The words echoed in Y/N’s head, settling with a weight that left her feeling breathless. Several hours...or more. The cruel irony wasn’t lost on her, the universe seemingly challenging her patience. Her lips formed a thin line, frustration etching itself into the lines of her face. Her meticulously crafted plan was being shredded to pieces by a force beyond her control.

She gave a curt nod of thanks, her throat tight and words failing her. Turning around, she felt the weight of the day settling on her shoulders. The universe’s amusement at her expense, it seemed, knew no bounds. She slumped into a seat in the waiting area, staring blankly at the snow-covered runway outside. Her annoyance towards the unforeseen circumstance simmered within her, the words replaying in her mind, ‘several hours... or more’. Who did she have to fight to keep some of her sanity within this relentless storm?

She caught a fleeting movement in her peripheral vision – the airline worker was heading towards Y/N, an expression of empathetic concern on her face. Y/N’s simmering frustration was squashed momentarily, replaced with surprise as the worker hesitated briefly before deciding to take the seat beside her.

“I called the hotel across the street,” she began, her voice offering a kind of troubled solace. “I’ve put a room on hold for you. Thought you might need somewhere to stay until this storm lets up.”

The words should have been a relief, a temporary sanctuary in the cascading chaos she was amidst. Still, all she felt was a sinking feeling of defeat. Despite her situation, a flutter of gratitude swept over Y/N. She sighed, nodding her appreciation at the woman, aware that she was just a casualty in her relentless battle with fate.

She stood, a sense of inevitability weighing her down. She cast a final glance at the snow-lashed runway before turning away, ready to face another unexpected twist thrown at her by the universe. The universe’s relentless testing, it seemed, was far from over. The frontlines of her fight for sanity were extending to the mundane hotel room across the street.

Retracing her steps led her back to the entrance of the airport. The storm seemed more angrier than it had been before, and she swore she could hear it laughing in victory as it watched as yet another year was ruined for her.

She took a deep breath and wrapped her scarf tighter around herself, bracing for the chilled onslaught that awaited. She set off towards the hotel, each step a struggle against the powerful gusts carrying an arsenal of stinging snowflakes. Her teeth chattered, her skin numbing rapidly as if touching upon the epitome of human endurance.

“Fucking cold weather.”

She mumbled softly to herself, feeling a slight fit beginning to brew. She was pissed, furious even. Yet the snow kissed her cheeks even without the permission she would once grant it.

“For one fucking year, can you give me a break? What do I do to piss you off so much, huh?” She uttered once more, her eyes flicking around to see if anyone was crazy enough to watch her talk to herself. Thankfully, it seemed as though she was the only crazy person brave enough to walk through the storm. “It must be those ladybugs I keep killing. Maybe Mother Nature, if they weren’t so scary and if you didn’t give them wings they wouldn’t be dead at the hands of my shoes.”

After her verbal self-scolding was over, she cinched her coat tighter around her and trudged onwards, the roar of the wind and her own vexed thoughts her only company. Each step she took felt like a mile, the icy wind and swirling snow grappling at her, seeming intent on making her journey a tedious battleground. Though, in spite of it all, she pressed on.

The maelstrom seemed reluctant to let her destination come into view, but gradually, a glow spawned through the white canvas of chaos. The hotel, an oasis of warm light amidst the tumultuous darkness, provided a renewed surge of determination. Armed with nothing but tenacity, she pushed forward against the shrieking wind until, at last, she entered the careworn but inviting doorway.

Exposing her reddened face to the warm lobby air, she heaved in a shaky sigh of relief. The trek had been harsh, but she was there. Here, in this analog sanctuary of coziness amongst the storm. She removed her snow-sodden coat sloshed, and slipped her way towards the front desk.

A woman smiled sympathetically from behind the counter. Removing one of her gloves, she swept away some snowflakes from her eyelashes. Brushing away a strand of hair that had clung to her frost-kissed cheek, she took a moment to compose herself before approaching the woman behind the counter. The warmth of the lobby, a sharp contrast to the frigid world outside, brought a hint of color back to her face.

“Excuse me,” she started, her voice steadier than she expected, and continued to recount the day’s ordeal, her words stumbling out in a strained whisper. “You see, it just was not my day. The flight... it was cancelled, thanks to this storm.” As she gestured outside, her voice became tinged with sarcasm. “And well, now I find myself stranded.”

“Luckily, a kind soul at the airport booked a room for me here,” she continued, maintaining direct eye contact with the sympathetic desk lady. She ended her tale with a weary smile which didn’t quite reach her tired eyes, before adding, “Seems like my unlucky streak is finally letting up, isn’t it?”

The desk lady nodded in understanding and proceeded to assist her, a flicker of concern in her eyes. A hollow laughter sounded from outside the windows as she was handed a set of keys with a plastic badge reading ‘Room 204’. It seemed, even now, that the storm was not entirely done having its say.

With the key in hand, she thanked the lady at the desk, mustering a small smile. With anticipation of warmth and solitude, she navigated her way to Room 204. The deeper into the hotel she went, the fervent hum of the storm began to fade in the background, replaced by the soft whispers of the hotel.

Unlocking the door, she pushed it open and was immediately met with the hotel room’s invitingly warm lighting. However, the scene before her wasn’t what she was expecting. Already in the room, to her disbelief, was a man. Surprise registered on his face, matching hers.

“I’m sorry,” he started, his shock quickly manifesting into confusion. “I think there’s been a mistake. This is my room.”

“Actually, it’s my room. The front desk just gave me the key. There must be a mix-up.” She raised an eyebrow at the stranger, holding up her key badge. Her tired patience from the day’s unlucky events was beginning to wear thin, her exhaustion making her words sharper than intended.

Pushing herself up to her full height, she glared at him icily. “Listen,” she started, her voice as sharp as the icy wind that had tormented her all day. “I’ve been through hell and back today. Thanks to this unforgiving storm, I ended up hauling myself here through the snow. An anonymous good Samaritan booked this room for me when I was stranded at the airport, bordering on a full-blown meltdown. All I wanted was to get some rest. Queen-sized bed, en-suite bathroom, mini bar... and no company. Especially not yours.”

At her words, his confusion faded, replaced by a flicker of understanding that quickly turned into irritation. “Believe me,” he retorted, matching her challenging tone, “having to share a room with a travel-weary stranger, a nightmare-turned-reality, wasn’t exactly part of my plan when I claimed the keys to this room. But here we are.”

He crossed his arms over his chest, meeting her fierce gaze with an equally fiery one of his own. Animated by their strenuous day, they both radiated an energy, a tension that filled the room.

“Well,” he said, his voice dropping an octave lower in a feeble attempt at reconciliation, “it seems we have a predicament. We’ll sort this out, but until then, let’s keep it civil, shall we? I’m sure we can both go downstairs and sort this out.”

Mutually unwilling to concede, they returned to the hotel lobby, striding in with a shared option and cold determination evident on their faces. Navigating through the hotel’s quiet corridors, the surrounding lighting cast long, stark shades on their faces, intensifying the severe nature of their unexpected predicament.

When they reached the front desk, the same lady looked up in surprise. The smiles they had shared in their earlier encounter were now replaced by furrowed brows and tense lines around their mouths. Quickly, they explained the situation, their voices overlapping at times due to their eagerness to resolve the matter.

Deep lines furrowed into the lady’s forehead as she tried to untangle the web of their story. The more they unraveled, the more she regretted the mistake made. Checking the system, she discovered that Room 204 had been double booked. Her face drained of color, “I truly apologize for the inconvenience. It appears we have made a mistake.”

She paused before (somewhat reluctantly) providing the unfortunate news, “Unfortunately, due to the storm, no more rooms are available. It seems ...” She swallowed hard, “you will have to share Room 204.”

The woman’s suggestion hung in the air. Share a room? After the day they had had? The suggestion was ludicrous to them.

They shared an incredulous look, their argument momentarily set aside due to mutual disbelief. Both tired and exhausted, they were at a crossroads. It seemed that they were in for an unexpected night, a consequence of the day’s misfortune - just not how they intended to end the night.

Seeing their shocked expressions, the woman tried to pacify them. “I understand this is far from ideal, but you can be assured we’ll sort it out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the storm limits our options. It’s far too risky to send you guys out to another hotel if they weren’t probably booked up, too.”

Under the weight of the woman’s words, their stunned expressions faded to looks of grim acceptance.

“Alright,” Y/N sighed, her voice a reluctant symphony of resignation and exhaustion. Her eyes flicked toward the man beside her, curiosity stirring in her exhausted gaze. “And what about you?”

The man turned slowly, meeting Y/N’s gaze with calm acceptance. “There’s not much we can do, it seems,” he admitted, apologetically smiling. “Sorry, I haven’t introduced myself yet. I’m Minhyuk.”

"Y/n." Y/N offered a small smile in return, appreciating Minhyuk’s introduction.

As they ascended back to the room, a palpable silence draped around them like a shroud. Minhyuk, feeling the need to break it, started organizing the situation. “Look, Y/N,” Minhyuk began, his voice steady. “We are in a bind, but we can get through this. I propose we share the room, but I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“That’s... that’s very considerate of you, Minhyuk. Thank you,” she grumbled, unable to keep gratitude from seeping into her voice. Y/N glanced at him, her eyes reflecting unease. She frowned, opening her mouth to argue, but a swell of appreciation stopped her. An awkward smile tugged at her lips as she nodded.

“We might as well make the most of it,” Minhyuk suggested, the lively glint in his eyes minimizing their predicament’s weight. Relieved, Minhyuk reciprocated her smile and began to take in the confines of their impromptu shared space.

They moved around the room for the next few minutes, unpacking the essentials and setting up their individual areas. The room was a quiet symphony of rustling bags, zippers, and the occasional sigh. Minhyuk had claimed the small couch next to the window, setting a blanket and a pillow purposefully on it. Y/N took the bed, her belongings neatly accumulated on the bedside table.

Just as Y/N was checking her phone, she let out a sigh of realization. Her battery was dead. A painful reminder of what she had dealt with earlier.

“Um, Minhyuk?” Y/N began, trying to figure out how to ask for his assistance. “Would you, by any chance, have a charger? My phone’s dying.”

“Yeah, hold on a second.” Minhyuk rummaged through his bag, procuring a charger triumphantly after a moment. “This should work.” he offered, holding out the charger for Y/N. She accepted it gratefully, thanking him.

His eyes suddenly lit up as if remembering something exciting. “Oh, and by some lucky chance,” Minhyuk started, his hand disappearing into his bag again. This time, he emerged with a small flask. “I have some whiskey we could share, you know, to make this situation a bit more...bearable,” he suggested, the corners of his mouth upturned into a knowing smirk. “If you want to, of course.”

Y/N blinked, then burst into laughter, the tension finally flooding out of her. This was far from their ideal situation, but at least they weren’t alone. Confronted with the ridiculousness of their circumstance, they clung onto a fearless resilience that made the room seem less claustrophobic.

“Alright, Minhyuk. I’m in.” she chuckled, relief clear in her gaze. Y/N’s laughter was contagious, infecting Minhyuk, who soon joined her. His chuckles echoed in the otherwise silent room. The tension that had been hanging heavy in the air dissipated, replaced by an unforeseen easiness. The somewhat confined space no longer seemed suffocating, rather intriguing with its own possibilities.

“Just what I like to hear,” he grinned, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

They settled comfortably, the clink of their glasses punctuating the quietness. As time trickled by, so did the rounds of drinks, each gulp chasing away traces of inhibition and coating their tongues with ease.

The alcohol warmed their insides, pushing back against the chill of reality lurking outside their solitude.

She watched as Minhyuk tried to navigate through his alcohol-induced haze, his usual composure fading as if on cue with each sip. His smile, unguarded and natural, was more infectious than ever. His giggles were a pleasant reverberation in her ears, causing her to bubble along with him over the nonsensical ramblings that fell from his lips.

Minute shifts in their positioning were registered keenly by her slightly impaired judgment — two drinks turned into three. With each drink, she noticed how he’d subtly scoot closer, the distance between them gradually reducing to a whisper.

Waves of arousal flickered in his slightly droopy eyes, making her heart pound against her ribcage — a reaction she blamed on the robust alcohol rather than her actual feelings. His prior stiffness was washed away by whiskey, his fingers inching dangerously close to hers on the shared bed, the warmth of which made her breath hitch.

“Would it be crazy if I told you I wanted to kiss you so badly right now?” Minhyuk’s voice was a low whisper, husky from the alcohol and desire, his tone faltering towards the end as he met her gaze. His question dangled in the air, heavy with the swelling anticipation that crept up her spine. “Even though I know nothing about you but your name?”

Y/N blinked, for perhaps the alcohol was playing tricks on her. A slow, bubbling laughter escaped her as she leaned on her palm, studying Minhyuk’s flushed face. The man was attractive; she’d give him that. And the alcohol, well, that was contributing to her inhibitions lowering with each passing moment.

“Crazy? Maybe,” she replied, eyes twinkling with mischief, her words just as heavy with unacted desire as his. “Does that mean I should say no, Minhyuk?”

She watched as his hopeful gaze flickered at her words, and she leaned in, whispering into his ear, “But I have never been one to turn down a little bit of crazy. So, yes. Kiss me, Minhyuk.”

The glint in her eyes spoke volumes of the exciting night that lay ahead of them, full of reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings fueled by potent alcoholic concoctions and burning desires.

She watched as his eyes fluttered at her invitation, shimmering with a heat that matched her own. The anticipation hung thick in the air around them, an electrifying energy thrumming through every atom in the room.

At her words, Minhyuk wasted no time. His fingers found purchase on the back of her neck, tipping her head back to grant him more access. The other hand snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against him, eliminating any space that dared to exist between them. Then, without another word of warning, he crashed his lips onto hers.

The kiss was a fervent collision, hungry and eager. Minhyuk’s lips were warm and intoxicating against hers, every stroke stoking the fire in her belly. She could taste the whiskey on his tongue, a sinful reminder of their reckless decisions. His hands became bold, tracing circles and lines on her back, mapping her out as though he’d run out of time. She whimpered against his mouth when he nipped her bottom lip, the sharp divide of pleasure and pain prompting her to tug his hair in retaliation.

Beneath him, she was a picture of desire, responding to every touch, every kiss with an equal level of fervor. The taste of her was ambrosia to him, sweet and addicting, filling him with a carnal craving that he hadn’t known till date.

Their world became a symphony of heavy breaths and soft moans, the kisses becoming steamy and sinful with every passing second. They were far gone in their desires, drunk on each other and the captivating spell of their shared passion. It was hot and intoxicating, the feelings surging like wildfire, engulfing their senses, leaving them reeling in its heat.

The glint in Y/N’s eyes had been a promise, one that was coming to life in their heated exchange. It was a prelude to what was to come. It was an exciting night filled with reckless decisions and intoxicating feelings, a night they would remember forever.

With each kiss, each caress, their bodies seemed to meld and unite, the sensual tension between them becoming a tangible entity, straining with shared passion. Minhyuk’s hands, guided by the fervor of his desire, sought her out, pulling her onto his lap. His arms curved around her waist, fitting to her body as though made for this singular moment.

Y/N, emboldened by her own burning need and the liquor fueling her courage, gave into the electric pull of his touch. She began a slow grind against him - a teasing rhythm that matched the intoxicating throb of the energy coursing through their intertwined bodies. Each motion created a scorching path of desire, the friction sending spiked eruptions of arousal coursing through them.

Every sway of her against him drew a groan from his lips, a testament to the effect she was having on him. Her movements were a siren’s call – seductive and irresistible, eliciting responses from the depths of his senses that he hadn’t known he was capable of.

His fingers dug into her hips, following the rhythm she’d set, guiding her movements to further stoke the spark between them. Minhyuk’s gaze, full of heat and longing, remained fixated on her - a silent plea and fervent desire inscribed in his intoxicating stare.

The room echoed their symphony of soft sighs and husky groans, pulling them even deeper into the whirlpool of their mutual desire. Each grind, each touch, was pushing them both further, scaling dizzying heights of intoxicating passion and desire from which there seemed to be no respite - not that they sought any.

In a sudden grip of anticipation, Minhyuk’s hands grasped her hipbones, freezing her in place. His gaze, still burning with an intense fire, seared into hers. “If you continue to do that, I might just have to...” His voice was laced with a heady mix of desire and a warning, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. It was a dare, a tease, drawing her into his magnetic pull. “Fuck. I might have to fuck the shit out of you, and I don’t even know your last name.”

Y/N smirked, rising to his challenge, her eyes dancing with the same wild anticipation. She leaned in, her murmured response felt more than it was heard, “Then do it, Minhyuk.”

Emboldened by her words, a wolfish grin spread on his face. He wound his arm around her waist and, in a swift move, flipped their positions. The sudden movement caused her to gasp, the momentum throwing her onto the bed. His heavy gaze pinned her down, drinking in the sight of her disheveled yet undeniably enticing appearance.

Minhyuk towered above her, his gaze predatory, full of raw desire that echoed in the pit of her stomach. His eyes roamed across her form, taking in every last detail—each slight heave of her chest, each curve under the fabric of her clothes—all of it seemed to stoke his desire further.

Minhyuk’s gaze roamed her body like a lover’s caress, the heat in his eyes enough to peel off her clothes.

His hands inched their way across her body, each careful stroke setting her skin ablaze. With deliberate movements, he trailed his fingers over the fabric of her clothes, each pass leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

His hands traveled up her sides, lifting the hem of her shirt slowly. The swift intake of her breath was a testament to her anticipation. Within moments, the fabric was discarded, leaving her bare to his greedy gaze. Y/N could only watch, the intensity of his stare stirring a frenzy inside her.

Minhyuk leaned down to plant soft kisses against her bare midriff, each one a burning mark of his desire. His lips journeyed upwards, tasting the soft skin beneath her breasts, making her clutch onto the sheets in delirium. The sinful moan that escaped her lips sent a shiver down his spine, igniting his need tenfold.

His fingers found the clasp of her bra, and, swiftly, it joined her shirt on the floor. His hands traced the curves of her breasts, fingers teasing her already-hardened nipples, eliciting an audible whimper from her.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her pants, he swiftly pulled it, along with her panties, down her legs. His eyes surveyed the exposed expanse of her skin with a ravenous gaze. Lowering his mouth to her navel, he pressed a lingering kiss there before sliding his hand down to the V of her thighs.

His fingers traced her slick folds, each pass causing a soft, keening sound from her. He gently slipped a finger inside, moving against the slick warmth that welcomed him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The way she writhed beneath him was a sight to behold, a sinful play of pleasure and anticipation.

His gaze remained fixated on her, the raw pleasure on her face stoking a wildfire within him. Dipping his mouth to her breast, he took a hardened nipple into his mouth. At the same time, his fingers continued their sinful dance, and that was when all her inhibitions crumbled.

As he continued his intimate exploration, he gripped her hip to steady her squirming body. His low, husky voice echoed in the silent room, laced with desire and a faint edge of control. “You like this, don’t you?” His words were followed by a sinful smirk.

“You’re so wet for me... you’re desperate for more, aren’t you?” he taunted, the predatory glint in his eyes intensifying. With every stroke of his finger, he painted her pleasure onto the canvas of the silence that hung heavy between them. His thumb massaged her sensitive bud in tiny circles, eliciting a cry from her. His fingers worked tirelessly, pushing her towards the precipice of pleasure, her responses a testament to his skillful touch.

A shaky affirmation escaped her lips, a breathy ‘yes’ that did nothing to halt his relentless pace. His fingers delved deeper, quickening their tempo, pushing her further and further into the abyss of ecstasy. Her body, under the torment of his skillful fingers, writhed and twisted in pleasure-filled agony, and all she could do was hold onto him as he steered her world towards a disarray of exquisite sensations.

He added a second finger, challenging her ability to keep her moans under control. His dirty comments only fueled her arousal, her mind barely able to register anything beyond the coiling sensation within her, ready to erupt under his persistent ministrations.

Her frenzied movements matched the rhythm of his fingers, her body instinctively seeking more of the intoxicating pleasure he was granting her. The room was filled with the erotic symphony of her soft pleas and the sinful sounds of his fingers tracing her moist folds, a salacious testament to the heated exchange that was unfolding.

Just as she was teetering on the edge of release, he pulled his fingers away. His menacing grin widened at her whimper of loss. “Not yet, Y/N,” he warned, a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he observed her almost-pouting expression. “So cute.”

“Don’t do this, Minhyuk,” she protested, her eyes flashing with annoyance and desperate need. He chuckled low in his throat at her complaint, leaning down to kiss her, his teeth teasingly grazing her bottom lip.

“Now, now... be patient,” he teased, swaggering backward as he began to undress, his eyes never leaving her. The sight of him stripping was just as erotic, his sculpted physique a masterpiece as it was unveiled bit by bit. Seeing him standing before her in all his glory made her heart race; her anticipation heightened with the knowledge of what was yet to come.

With a smirk, Minhyuk crawled back onto the bed, resuming his position between her spread thighs. He locked eyes with her, the predatory gleam in his eyes unwavering. His hand snaked between their bodies, his finger tracing the lines of her core. “You’re so wet, baby,” he cooed before his voice dropped into a low, intimate whisper. “Are you ready?” he asked, his eyes flaring with intense desire. “Because I can’t wait to fuck you.”

His toned body hovered over hers, his dominant presence casting a shadow that caused her excitement to flare. He watched her, eyes dark with anticipation, analyzing her reactions as he ran his length teasingly against her moist core. Her body shivered in response, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Ignoring her eager pleas, he continued his slow torment, gradually inching closer but never letting his length fully enter her. The raw pleasure in seeing her squirm beneath him, her pleas becoming more desperate with each teasing stroke, consumed him.

“Patience, baby,” he purred out, chuckling at her impatience. His hand snaked up to twirl a hard nipple, sending sweet sparks of pleasure through her body.

When her whining reached a peak, Minhyuk finally relented. Aligning himself at her entrance, he locked eyes with her, biting his lip as a devilish grin spread across his face. The heat in his gaze held a promise, one of relinquishing the intense torment he’d fabricated and giving in to the wild carnage of desire they both sought.

“Are you ready? Because I am,” he rasped as he started to push into her, his girth stretching her deliciously. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, her nails digging into his muscular back.

He began to move inside her at a leisurely pace, testing her responsiveness, relishing the way she writhed beneath him. Each stroke he provided was deliberate and slow, making her squirm for more. “Is this what you wanted, Y/N?” he groaned out, the pleasure starting to build within him. “Is this how you wanted me to fuck you?”

Her nods, interspersed with pleas for him to move faster, caused him to chuckle darkly. Obliging her request, he snapped his hips faster, pounding into her with a rhythm that would leave her begging for more.

As he pounded into her, their bodies meshed in a rhythm that was all their own - raw, primal, and urgent. Her breathy moans harmonized with his low grunts, filing the room with a symphony of their ecstasy. “Minhyuk...more...” she gasped out between her moans, to which he only smirked devilishly.

Hearing her plead for more spurred him on, and he set an even faster pace, each of his thrusts designed to drive her to the edge. “You’re so tight, baby,” he praised, his eyes flashing with pure lust as he watched her unravel beneath him.

He leaned down to capture her lips, silencing her moans with a passion-filled kiss. She responded fervently, her hands grasping at his back, her nails leaving crescent imprints on his skin.

“Tell me, Y/N,” he growled against her lips, “tell me how much you need this...how much you need me.”

Her response was immediate, her voice a breathy whisper amid the ragged intakes of breath, “I need you, Minhyuk...only you.” Her admission acted as a catalyst, stirring him into action. He thrust into her with renewed vigour, intent on pushing her to the brink of absolute ecstasy. His movements became more erratic as he neared his climax, his grunts blending with her cries of pleasure. The room was filled with their combined essence, an intoxicating aroma potent with desire.

And just when she was on the edge, on the verge of tumbling into an overload of pleasure, he slowed his pace, wanting to draw out the pleasure for both of them. His movements were calculated, each thrust designed to elicit an even sweeter moan from her. He grazed his fingers down her body, circling her sensitive bud, causing her to quiver beneath him.

“Minhyuk, please,” she whimpered, her plea sounding almost pathetic in the saturated atmosphere.

“As you wish, gorgeous,” he whispered into her ear, grinning against her skin, his teeth nipping at her neck playfully.

Amused by her pleading, Minhyuk finally gave in, his control snapping as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. His hips snapped with the recklessness of a man starved, his every movement now dedicated to bringing them both to the precipice of pleasure.

“Yes, just like that,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back, encouraging his aggressive pace. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper within her. She could feel the coiling heat within her build with every pounding thrust, each one hitting a spot that made stars flash in her vision.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groaned, his voice rough with desire, “You’re so…fuck”. He couldn’t form sentences, the overwhelming pleasure fogging his mind like nothing else. His grunts and groans complimented her cries of pleasure, creating a lewd melody that filled the room.

With one last powerful thrust, he hit a spot within her that had her seeing stars. “That’s it, Minhyuk... don’t stop...” she cried out, her body shaking beneath him, “I’m close...”

His thrusts became more erratic, a clear sign he was reaching his end, too. Finally, with one last stroke, the coil within her snapped. She let out an intense scream, her climax washing over her in waves of sheer ecstasy. “Minhyuk!” she cried, her body convulsing beneath him.

Feeling her clamp around him was all it took to send him over the edge. He groaned, his voice deep and brimming with satisfaction as he came, his body trembling as he released into her. “Fuck, Y/N.” He stammered out, panting as the remnants of pleasure coursed through him.

He collapsed next to her, both of their bodies sweaty and spent. They lay in silence, their chests heaving as they tried to regain their breath. The smell of sex and sweat filled the room, a sinful testament to their heated exchange. “That was...” she began, unable to say it.

“Perfect,” he finished for her, pulling her in closer, their naked bodies molding perfectly together. “Absolutely perfect.” His lips met hers in a tender but passionate kiss, the taste of her still lingering on his lips.

After the kiss, he rolled himself out of bed, padding naked to the en suite bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, attending to her with gentle care. As he cleaned her up, her eyes fluttered closed in satisfaction, a soft smile playing on her lips at his tender actions. Once done, he discarded the cloth and climbed back into the bed, pulling her flushed body into his arms. They soon drifted off into a deep, contented sleep, their bodies tangled intimately together.

Upon waking, Y/N found herself alone in the sprawling hotel bed. The slight worry that gripped her was irrational; she knew, but she couldn’t help the pang of loneliness in the vacant space next to her left. The sheets beside her held the warmth of his body, a silent testament to the passionate exchange that had unfolded.

Just as she was about to sit up, the door creaked open, and Minhyuk strolled in, a tray laden with breakfast in his hands and a smile on his handsome face. The sight washed away any residual worry, replacing it with a warm sense of happiness. His gaze met hers, and the smile he wore broadened.

“Thought one of us should get breakfast,” he explained, setting the tray on the bedside table before crawling back into the bed next to her. He gently pulled her into his embrace, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

They spent the rest of the morning in bed, stealing bites of food from each other and sharing gentle kisses. As they giggled and conversed, Y/N couldn’t help but marvel at the man who had satiated her physically and managed to fill a space in her heart she didn’t know was vacant. Y/N knew one thing with certainty. She wanted more mornings like these, more moments filled with love and laughter with Minhyuk. And if his devoted gaze was anything to go by, he wanted the same.

“So,” Minhyuk said after swallowing his food, “I would like to know your last name. And maybe get your number. It seems far since we might be stuck together for another night together.”

“Is that so?” Y/N teased, her eyes sparkling with mirth. She was about to ask him why they might be stuck together for another night when Minhyuk cut her off.

“Look outside, Y/N,” he said, pointing towards the window. She followed his gaze, and her breath hitched at the sight. Outside the window, snow was falling heavily, forming a beautiful, dense blanket of white, reflecting the dim light from the street lamps. It was clear that the snowstorm wasn’t about to let up any time soon, meaning they really could be stuck together for another night.

An excited thrill ran through her at the thought. The prospect of spending another night with Minhyuk locked away from the world in their warm cocoon held a certain appeal she couldn’t deny.

“I guess we’re snowed in then,” she concluded, her lips curving into a playful smirk. She turned her gaze back to his, meeting his eyes that mirrored her excitement, “And my last name? My number? They’re all yours, Minhyuk. All yours.”

They smiled at each other in anticipation for the night ahead, causing a delightful shiver to run down their spines. Outside, the snow fell even more heavily, all but guaranteeing they’d be spending another night of passion and connection together.

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A Fool's Demise - (Prisoner 007) Aeana Trial 1 MV transcript

Read under the cut! No TWs apply.

The song and video both start out slowly with the strumming of a lute and the opening of a large storybook, which seems to share a title with her MV. The book opens on its own without anyone touching it and seems to have only pictures inside, which come to life as she starts singing. It shows a boy in a set of brilliant armor walking and carrying a sword, seeming very happy with life. (“It’s said that there was once a naive hero / Marching in an epic journey, blindly moving forward / Spurred on by one even more foolish than he.”) The first verse ends with the boy facing up against a group of orc bandits, who seem to have kidnapped a young woman, and the chorus continues its pessimistic lyrics (“Death didn’t cross his mind as he wished for a life of glory / Idiocy compounded to extraordinary folly / “You and me”, lives intertwined / His flame burned bright, he balanced virtue, two souls somehow surviving.”) as he attacks the orcs, freeing the woman and knocking them all out without killing them. The chorus ends and he continues on his journey, now with the woman at his side.

This repeats a few more times with the boy saving various people from various monsters, collecting allies along the way. The lyrics keep telling his story, describing the darkness that he willfully ignored and calling him increasingly contemptuous names (“It was right in front of him, and he turned his head away / A web of lies was spun, it cloaked his vision / One thing was found, another lost, shall the price we paid be told for years to come?”). After the second chorus, the page starts flickering, alternating between the sketchy art style of the storybook and a grainy, realistic one that shows the boy with no armor or allies except for someone in a dark cloak whose face is not revealed but eggs him on, encouraging him to move forward. They continue journeying, dodging various hazards that seem to rip through the book’s pages from the realistic “side”. Each time, the boy manages to evade them with the help of his allies and a good deal of luck, until he reaches a cave in which a large dragon resides. A very short shot in the realistic style shows the hooded figure placing a hand on the boy’s back and pushing forward, just forcefully enough for him to feel it but not enough so to actually move him. Feeling the encouragement, he goes in. The third chorus starts, this time mentioning an actual death (“this was no hero’s death, no blaze of glory / Foolish, brash, a child’s folly / There was no “you or me”, no exchange of lives / Just a flame snuffed out, a broken scale, one lonely soul remaining.”) The switching between the two art styles stops and only focuses on the storybook one as he battles it, but something is wrong this time, with his armor breaking and his allies falling quickly. The dragon completely obliterates the party and storybook-him half-lies on the ground, looking almost the same as his realistic counterpart. The dragon reaches out a claw and slashes him, obscuring him for a second while the art style changes back to the grittier one. Now, there’s just a small boy lying on the ground with a very, very grisly-looking wound in his stomach. The hooded figure stands where the dragon once was, looking down at him and not moving. They’re very bloody but otherwise unscathed. It switches to their POV in the final moments as the boy reaches out to them, looking to be in immense pain. The last lines are sung with no instrumental and seemingly addressed to him alone: “You closed your eyes to the world, and now they shut for one last time / Remain the fool as the world claims your very being, then leave it free to collect the next debt it is owed.”

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Scarred By Heaven is an upcoming beat-em-up/visual novel aiming to combine fast-paced 2D brawling with a compelling otherworldly murder mystery and a character-focused narrative. You can read more on the website, or under the cut below.

The game is still relatively early in development, and is being solo-created as a hobby by me. This is a blog I've created to share updates and my thoughts during development.

You can download a short demo for the combat system from the site, or from itch.io. I'd appreciate any feedback. :)

STORY

For the past year, the coastal city of Jadewater has been plagued by a string of grisly murders, with the bodies of five unrelated victims left lying lifeless in the city streets, completely drained of blood.

Sakiko, a young delinquent recently kicked out of her childhood home following her eighteenth birthday, arrives in town one night by pure happenstance. However, she soon finds herself at the center of the city's paranormal mystery.

After a seemingly ordinary street fight takes a bizarre twist, Saki awakens to a strange supernatural power that's connected to a new, discolored mark over her eye. It isn't long after this that she also discovers an alternate dimension containing a fog-covered, hollow replica of the town, and realizes that the cause of the murders may not be entirely of this world.

However, Saki also soon realizes that she's not the only person to have obtained one of these 'scars', and that many others, both friend and foe, have their own unique powers, as well as their own agendas...

Follow Saki's journey as she fights her way to the truth, all while struggling to come to terms with her identity and the newfound independence granted to her by adulthood.

Read more about the characters here...

List of content warnings here.

COMBAT

Scarred By Heaven aims to feature a modern and unique 2D beat-em-up combat system, focused on aggressive, fast-paced brawling and racking up brutal combos--combining inspirations from beat-em-ups like Yakuza and fighting games like Guilty Gear.

Use an ever-growing moveset of light attacks, heavy attacks, and grabs to unleash powerful combos on your enemies. Beat down on airborne enemies freely by 'juggling' them,and deal extra damage by launching them into objects, or even other enemies. All the while, build up a high damage multiplier by combining a wide variety of different attacks and maneuvers into your fighting style--you can even use weapons you find in the environment!

Parrying is your primary form of defense. Performed by guarding right before an enemy attack hits, Saki's power allows her to rob enemy attacks of all their momentum and repel blades and blows with only her hands! By timing your parries correctly, you can get through any attack unscathed and stay on the offense at all times!

By attacking and parrying your foes, you also build up Spirit (SP) which you can spend to unleash powerful attacks and perform special abilities, such as an evasive dodge that can preemptively cancel your attacks. Not spending it is also an option, as a full bar of SP will allow your attacks to 'leech' HP from your opponents to restore your own!

Scarred By Heaven aims to provide a wide variety of enemies. Go to hand-to-hand with gangs of local thugs in the real city, and monstrous 'phantoms' in the Otherworld. Between it all, have 1-on-1 battles with fellow 'scarred' individuals in unique boss fights that pitch your powers against theirs. Memorize their attacks and get a feel for how they fight to come out on top!

Combat aims to provide a lot of potential depth, but still be enjoyable at all skill levels. The game will feature a robust set of difficulty modifiers, allowing you to pick from a selection of setting presets, as well as customize and fine tune details about the game like enemy damage, enemy health, the leniency of parry timing, and more.

THE CITY

The strongest warriors know what they're fighting to protect.

Outside of combat, Saki can explore the city of Jadewater--a small but content rich sandbox inspired by games like the Like A Dragon series. You can go shopping, help the locals out in unique side-stories, go fishing at the beach, practice fighting games at the arcade, or catch a movie with a friend--there's no shortage of distractions!

You'll earn small amounts of XP from exploring (as you also do from combat) that you can use to upgrade your combat abilities. There's also various other small rewards to discover that can help you become a better fighter, and further enrich Saki's life outside of combat.

#gamedev #game development #indie games #game demo

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mauleo05 · 2 months ago

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Dodo Run: Techy Mau’s Next-Gen 3D Endless Runner Game

Introduction

Endless runner games are an evergreen favorite in the mobile gaming world, combining fast-paced gameplay with thrilling challenges. They captivate players of all ages, offering endless excitement with simple mechanics and adrenaline-pumping action.

Techy Mau Game Studios is bringing a fresh twist to this genre with Dodo Run, their newest 3D endless runner game. This game takes you to a pre-historic era world filled with sky-high adventures. Designed to blend exhilarating gameplay with stunning visuals, Dodo Run is set to redefine the endless runner experience.

Let’s explore the world of Dodo Run and discover why it’s the game you don’t want to miss in 2025.

What is Dodo Run?

In the 3D Endless Runner game “Dodo Run”, players take on the role of an adorable little dinosaur attempting to avoid a post-apocalyptic meteor shower. The game is set in a prehistoric world on the verge of annihilation because everything is being destroyed by meteors falling from the sky. Players must have fast reflexes to avoid obstacles, dodge falling meteors, and gather as many coins as they can.

As the game progresses, players unlock new environments, power-ups, and even alternatives to enhance their gameplay. Dodo Run’s unique premise and dynamic mechanics make it a standout title in the endless runner genre.

Meet The Hero: Dodo

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The Dodo is not your average dinosaur. Fun-loving high-spirited and adventurous dinosaur, this fearless dino is on a mission to escape an impending aerial apocalypse.

With a sleek, hybrid old-school design and a playful personality, The Dodo brings charm and energy to Dodo Run. Players will love watching their favorite player to evolve, gaining new skills and collectibles as they progress.

The Dodo isn’t just a character—it’s a representation of determination and resilience, qualities that make the game both engaging and inspiring.

Gameplay Mechanics & Features

Dodo Run is not just another endless runner game; it’s a thrilling journey set in a prehistoric world teetering on the brink of destruction. With its immersive gameplay mechanics, dynamic features, and an adorable main character, Dodo, this game promises to redefine the endless runner genre. Let’s dive into the unique gameplay mechanics and features that make Dodo Run stand out.

Core Gameplay Mechanics

At its heart, Dodo Run embodies the classic endless runner formula, where quick reflexes are key. However, the game takes this tried-and-true mechanic to a new level by combining it with a survival story and evolutionary themes. Players control Dodo, a lovable dinosaur, as it tries to escape an apocalyptic meteor shower destroying its once-peaceful prehistoric world.

Key Mechanics:

Obstacle Navigation: Players must avoid obstacles like collapsing structures and fiery craters created by the falling meteors. The game demands sharp reflexes and precise timing to succeed.

Meteor Dodging: Meteors rain down unpredictably, adding an element of suspense and urgency to the gameplay. Players must think quickly and act faster to keep Dodo safe.

Coin Collection: While running, players can collect coins scattered along the path. These coins serve as rewards and unlock various in-game features and upgrades.

With its easy-to-understand controls and fast-paced action, Dodo Run ensures that players remain engaged and challenged throughout the game.

Dynamic and Immersive Environments

The vibrant visuals and ever-changing environments in Dodo Run add depth to the gaming experience. Players are taken on a journey through a beautifully crafted prehistoric world that reacts dynamically to the unfolding apocalyptic events.

Environmental Highlights:

Shifting Landscapes: As meteors strike, the terrain changes, with new obstacles and hazards appearing in real-time.

Prehistoric Ambience: From lush jungles to volcanic terrains, the game immerses players in a world that feels alive.

Stunning Visual Effects: High-quality graphics and smooth animations bring Dodo and its world to life, making the gameplay even more enjoyable.

The attention to detail in the environment ensures that players are constantly intrigued by what lies ahead.

Special Features and Power-Ups

To aid players in their survival quest, Dodo Run includes a variety of power-ups and special features that add an extra layer of excitement and strategy to the game.

Key Power-Ups:

Shield: Protects Dodo from collisions for a limited time.

Speed Boost: Temporarily increases running speed to escape dangerous areas.

Magnet: Attracts coins, making it easier to collect them without changing direction.

These power-ups can be strategically used to tackle challenging levels, adding a layer of tactical gameplay to the fast-paced action.

Automatic Controls for Accessibility

One of the defining aspects of Dodo Run is its accessibility. The game features intuitive and automatic controls, making it easy for players of all skill levels to pick up and play. With simple swipe or tap gestures, players can control Dodo’s movements seamlessly.

This focus on user-friendly controls ensures that Dodo Run appeals to both casual gamers and seasoned endless runner enthusiasts.

Skillful Challenges & Collectibles:

The game introduces skill-based challenges where players can earn collectibles like coins, fuel upgrades, and bonus lives. Unique items include:

Plasma Shield: Protects against damage.

Coin Magnet: Draws collectibles from a distance.

Time Slow Capsule: Slows down time for better maneuverability.

Dynamic Environments:

The main objective of the game was to survive as long as possible in a constantly shifting prehistoric environment. As they advance, players will have to avoid pitfalls, dodge meteors, and make their way through increasingly difficult obstacles.

Thrilling Storyline with Evolutionary Themes

The storyline of Dodo Run is more than just a backdrop—it’s an integral part of the gameplay experience. Players are tasked with helping Dodo survive an apocalyptic meteor shower, embodying the theme of survival against all odds.

The evolutionary progression of characters ties into this storyline, showcasing a creative interpretation of survival and adaptation in the face of extinction. This narrative not only keeps players engaged but also adds a unique emotional connection to the gameplay.

High-Quality 3D Graphics:

Dodo Run’s cutting-edge graphics bring its futuristic world to life. The attention to detail in character animations, lighting effects, and environmental design creates an immersive gaming experience.

Pre-Launch Events and Promotions

To build anticipation for Dodo Run, Techy Mau Game Studios has planned several exciting pre-launch events:

Beta Testing:

Be among the first to experience Dodo Run through exclusive beta access. Test the game, provide feedback, and get a sneak peek of the action before its official release.

Community Challenges:

Join fun challenges such as creating fan art, guessing the next-gen evolution, or sharing gameplay ideas. Winners will receive exclusive rewards, including recognition within the game’s community.

Release Date and Platforms

Dodo Run is set to launch in November 2024, and it will be available for download on both iOS and Android platforms. The game has been optimized for a wide range of devices, ensuring smooth performance and an enjoyable experience for all players.

Pre-registration will open soon, offering players the chance to secure exclusive in-game bonuses like rare Corpse of Wings and bonus coins. Keep an eye on Techy Mau Game Studios’ official website and social media channels for updates.

Conclusion

Dodo Run is poised to become a thrilling addition to the endless runner genre. With its engaging storyline, futuristic gameplay mechanics, stunning 3D visuals, and lovable characters like Dodo, the game promises to captivate players around the globe.

Whether you’re a fan of endless runners or just looking for an exciting new mobile game, Dodo Run is packed with enough action and innovation to keep you hooked.

As the launch date approaches, stay tuned for updates, contests, and exclusive opportunities to join the Dodo Run community.

The adventure is about to take flight—are you ready to jump into the future?

Coming Soon!

#Runner Game #Dodo Run #Endless Runner Game #3D Runner Game #3D Endless Runner Game

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 6 months ago

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Tim Drake's Adventure to find Coffee in the post-Apocalypse

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ite1Ljs by poeticalpaca76 Welcome to the wild, caffeine-deprived world of Tim Drake, a.k.a. Red Robin. In a post-apocalyptic Earth 53, where Darkseid's invasion has left cities in ruins and resources scarce, Tim's latest mission is not about saving the world—it's about saving his sanity. Coffee, the nectar of the gods, is nowhere to be found, and our sleep-deprived, unhinged vigilante is on a quest to fix that. Joining him on this absurd adventure are his loyal and equally eccentric friends: Jason Todd (Red Hood), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Bart Allen (Impulse), Conner Kent (Superboy), and Stephanie Brown (Spoiler). Together, they form a ragtag team determined to track down the elusive coffee beans, no matter the cost. Their journey takes them from the fortified underground sanctuary of The Haven to the treacherous, mutant-filled ruins of Metropolis. Along the way, they navigate radiation storms, dodge dangerous creatures, and even attempt to cultivate their own coffee plants in Haven's garden and farm. So buckle up for a mix of laughter, action, and heartwarming moments as Tim Drake leads his team through the chaos, all in the name of finding that perfect cup of coffee. Words: 1417, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Chronicles of a Shattered World Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bart Allen, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown Additional Tags: Tim Drake is a Menace, Tim Drake is Bad at Self-Care, Tim Drake-centric, Dick Grayson is So Done, BAMF Stephanie Brown, Good Friend Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bart Allen Has ADHD, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is a Ray of Sunshine, Minor Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Autistic Tim Drake read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ite1Ljs

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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sieveplayer · 1 year ago

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Three Suns

Three Suns is a sci-fi setting I’ve been making for use in roleplaying games like Mothership and Stars Without Number and maybe any other sci-fi system I find interesting.

The basic history is that by the year 2100 the Earth went to shit, in spite of greater investment into space than our own world and knowledge of extraterrestrial life, climate change still ravished the world. World War 3 started over dwindling resources and Earth’s colonies on the moon, Mars and the belt were cut off from Earth. These colonies eventually underwent enormous civil strife and warfare due to being cut off from needed resources from Earth.

In response to this, 3 projects were initiated to get out of dodge and settle other star systems: The Ararat, the Zheng He, and the Basilisk, though only the first two were proper generation ships, with the Basilisk being a data ship that I’ll talk more about later. These ships completed their journeys and the Ararat even went on to continue their journey and settle two more star systems before being retired after a failed attempt to conquer an alien civilization. All settled systems were more or less isolated from one another until the discovery of Slip Space in the late 2500s.

Slip Space is essentially your classic alternate universe used to travel at FTL speeds, however Slip Space is not empty and host to all sorts of things not allowed under the rules of our reality. In essence, it’s the source of weird SCP shit you’d see in your average Mothership module and also the reason people are placed under cryostasis during FTL trips. Despite this, Slip Space FTL has allowed the previously isolated star systems to contact one another in a matter of months.

However, the Sol and Alpha Centauri systems have rebuilt themselves drastically differently than those settled by generation ships, with the former abandoning capitalism and adopting ideologies inspired by anarchism and socialism and the latter retaining capitalism and perceiving themselves as the last true successors to the old UN. Naturally this has led to conflict that has led to both factions scrambling to use Slip Space for resources, prestige and simply denying their rivals access to nearby star systems. Now it’s the year 2626 AD, you are one of the poor schmucks sent into the void risking death and worse to explore new frontiers and get paid.

#scifi #mothership rpg #worldbuilding #I'm leaving out a ton of shit but I feel like I'll write a novel if I keep going.

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bite-sizedttrpg · 8 months ago

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Bite-Sized! Updated

A Bug-Based TTRPG

Bite-Sized! is a D6 tabletop role-playing game where you play as bugs on an alternate version of Earth. In this universe, humans never existed and bugs are the most intelligent creatures. Explore a world filled with giant creatures, towering flora, magic, and deadly beasts.

This TTRPG is made to be picked up by beginners or veterans of the TTRPG scene. Bite-Sized! has 3 archetypes to choose from: Warrior, Spellblade, and Sorcerer. Warriors' expertise is in weapons and maneuvering during combat. Sorcerers' expertise is in magic. Whether that be for utility or combat potential. Spellblade combines sorcerers' and warriors' perks for a jack-of-all-trades type of play. This game heavily focuses on exploration being a part of the journey and being able to customize your character quite a bit.

I have slightly scoped back the game to make it more manageable for myself so there will only be 6 lineages instead of the original 10 that were planned.

Child of Antipiphyra: This lineage is based on flies, scorpionflies, and fleas. With amazing reaction time and movement, you can dodge and weave through any obstacle.

Child of Arnaea: This lineage is based on arachnids. With good utility like the ability to have extra limbs, you can fill many roles in the party.

Child of Hinotira: This lineage is based on bees, ants, and wasps. Pheromones and abilities that are great for cooperation will ensure this lineage is a bonus to any party.

Child of Kolotira: This lineage is based on beetles. With the strongest defense of any lineage and great strength, this lineage is fit for the most strenuous of tasks.

Child of Ledotira: This lineage is based on butterflies and moths. Great stealth skills and good flight make this perfect for players who want to be flashy and stealthy.

Child of Ortotira: This lineage is based on crickets and grasshoppers. This lineage is great for those who wish to be able to fill any role.

All these lineages have different abilities to choose from based on real animals! Some have an exaggerated effect but the base for everything is found in nature.

This game is still a work in progress. I will be trying my best to post an update at least once per week. Additionally, I have the website fixed and all set up so feel free to visit it and sign up for the newsletter for more in-depth updates. I also have some stickers available on the website.

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mightnotfeelrealbutitsok · 1 year ago

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Robin Hood AU: Guy kills the Sheriff PT 3

2.1k words. Maybe the end because I don't know what's going to happen after this.

(PT 1) (PT 2)

The next morning Marian woke with a feeling of apprehension. Guy had told her they would begin their journey to England immediately. She perceived there was some danger they were fleeing but couldn’t understand what. She rose, dressed herself, and secured the Sheriff’s sword in a belt which she fastened around her waist. Her hair was loose and unevenly curled. She sat on the bed and waited to hear Guy’s key in the lock, her hand resting casually on the hilt of the sword. She glanced over her fingers, bare. No ring bound her to Guy.

When Guy came in she stood and he silently ushered her out of the room. Marian noticed his black leather gloves were on. As she left the squat, square building they’d been housed in, for the first time in days, Marian observed the heat of the morning, the clearness of the sky and the glare of the low sun reflecting on all the pale surfaces. She saw the boxy carriage which would take them back to the port. The horses were white and restless in their harnesses, the driver not present.

Robin Hood watched Guy and Marian crossing the courtyard. He saw that Marian was not chained and she walked calmly. Stoic as always. Guy’s strides were long in his black boots and he kept himself close beside Marian. Robin could have shot him directly, but stuck to his no-killing policy. He would confront Guy, and hold him until he could get Marian behind him to the rest of the gang, and then they would knock Guy down if they must, to get safely away.

Robin’s first arrow flew and stuck neatly into the side of the carriage. Marian jumped in surprise. Her heartrate picked up, her mind turning immediately to Robin. She tried to calm herself by reasoning that the arrow could belong to anyone else, but like Guy the previous day, she had a strange conviction.

Guy had almost expected it. Still, his anger rose to something almost uncontrollable, and he spun, sword drawn, his face thunderous.

‘Hood!’ he roared. His eyes searched desperately, but there was no need because Robin stepped out into the open, bow raised.

‘Nice to see you again, Gisborne.’ Robin saw Guy had positioned himself to shield Marian.

Horror was dawning on Marian’s face. Robin wasn’t dead. Her heart felt wrung out; her grief had been pointless. And then, something made her sure that Guy had known – the speed with which he had risen to his guard. His abrupt greeting. Marian felt her conscience engaged in a battle, debating who she should run to, or from.

Guy walked slowly towards Robin. Robin had his bow strung and pulled tight, trained on Guy’s chest, but they both knew it would take more to make him shoot. Guy calmly came within touching distance of the bow. Marian watched them, unable to move, and trying to work out if either would kill the other. She knew they hated each other. She was half of the reason. And Robin hated Guy for the treachery he had almost committed, and why shouldn’t she too? Yet she didn’t. She felt resentful towards Robin for being so full of his own sense of justice, and towards Guy for still being selfish enough to deceive her.

Quickly, Guy gave a violent swipe to Robin’s bow which caused him to stumble sideways and lose his arrow, but he recovered himself, dodging the stab of Guy’s sword. Marian gave an indistinct cry of protest. Guy didn’t want to kill but he didn’t know what alternatives he had. The swipes of his sword were met by Robin’s bow, which was hardly able to withstand the blows. Robin was a capable fighter nevertheless. He hit Guy hard in the stomach and as he crumpled Robin was able to knock him to the ground, trapping the wrist of the hand which held the sword under his knee and immediately bringing his hands to Guy’s throat. Guy thrashed, teeth bared, using his strength to almost roll over, Robin desperately digging his thumbs into his neck.

‘Marian! Go!’ Robin shouted out urgently, his first real acknowledgement of Marian’s presence. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers, knowing he couldn’t hold Guy for long.

Marian stared back in distress. She wouldn’t move. In that moment she was almost repulsed by Robin. He seemed inexplicably arrogant, playing the hero, struggling with Guy on the ground so she could run past untouched. He hadn’t changed, she reasoned, but she had. She wanted to love him but she couldn’t. Guy was terrible, she knew, she told herself so, but she was uncontrollably angry seeing Robin’s hands on him. Two engagements and she had to break one.

She gave a minute shake of her head. Robin’s eyes were already clouding with confusion as he saw her reluctance. Marian knew it was impossible to explain to him that she wanted to be what Robin saw as Guy’s prisoner – the strange Stockholm syndrome she’d developed.

Robin wondered if Marian feared for herself or for him, if she doubted his ability to make a smooth escape. Or if something else held her back. As if to prove something, he lifted one hand and drew his sword. He poised it over Guy’s chest. Guy watched this with some amusement, and obligingly lay still. He realised it wasn’t up to him now; he was relying on Marian’s decision. If she chose Robin, then he still held his sword. Robin knelt on his right arm but with enough power he could push him off and strike.

Seeing Robin’s sword hovering, Marian rushed forward decisively. She drew her own sword, the Sheriff’s sword – with no intention to wound anyone, but to show that she wasn’t impotent.

‘Robin. Let him go.’

Robin looked up, and as he observed the sword in Marian’s hand, his thoughts began to align. She couldn’t be a prisoner. Gisborne had let her arm herself. The only other option was that they were in alliance. They were reconciled. The Sheriff was dead and the King was alive. Robin thought he understood. It had been Marian. Indirectly, it had been Marian.

Even this understanding, however, couldn’t make Robin believe that Marian genuinely refused to escape.

‘Let Guy go,’ she said, authoritative.

‘Why?’ The word didn’t really leave Robin’s mouth, his lips only formed the shape of it. Marian looked upon his crumpled brow and her pain was absolute.

‘Leave, Robin.’ This was more direct. Guy’s eyes shone as he looked at Robin Hood’s sword. He didn’t try to show his triumph but he felt overcome with it. He had been chosen.

Slowly, Robin pulled back. Guy winced and sighed. Robin’s face was anguished as he stood and regarded Marian’s determined position. But he had to relent. He backed away and Marian watched, trying to communicate some of her sorrow in her eyes as well as her certainty. Robin raised his hand in a makeshift gesture of friendship.

With Guy back on his feet and looking ready to enforce Marian’s instruction, Robin disappeared around the corner. Guy and Marian didn’t know that when out of sight he stopped to rest with his hands on his knees, breathing unevenly in and out. Thinking of the King and of Marian. And Gisborne. Robin tried not to think of Gisborne because he didn’t like to feel himself given up to and submerged by hatred. He knew fighting for Marian was selfish. And Robin Hood shouldn’t be selfish, or jealous, or spiteful. Robin Hood wasn’t used to being rejected either. He couldn’t see how Marian could forgive and trust Guy so easily. But he knew Guy had always loved Marian and that must play some part in it.

Guy ushered Marian toward the carriage and she acquiesced numbly, mounting the steps and seating herself on the forward-facing bench. As Guy did not immediately follow, she hid her face in her hands. A few tears dripped onto her fingers. She did not look up when Guy leapt into the carriage and sat opposite her. The door shut, enclosing them in the windowless space – the only light came from a shaft in the roof. They were rocked from side to side as the wheels ground and propelled them forward, the driver having taken up his seat.

Guy looked upon Marian’s bowed head and the brown locks of hair which fell about her wrists. He didn’t know how to talk to her or how angry she was with him. He distractedly took off his gloves and laid them down beside him.

‘You lied to me, telling me Robin was dead.’ Marian said this abruptly, without intonation, having removed her hands from her face.

‘I thought that he was,’ Guy replied, his voice clipped.

Marian said nothing.

‘The Sheriff thought he had Hood’s death secured,’ Guy clarified, ‘but he managed to make it out alive.’

‘And you didn’t know.’ Marian was willing to believe Guy, but she was tormented by her personal shame. She had written Robin off so easily. With him seemingly out of the picture, she had made a decision to change her life entirely, and she had dishonoured all promises made previously. She was sorry and she didn’t know what would have happened had she not been deceived. But she was with Guy now. She had to fight the feeling that it was a position which should be condemned.

‘I saw him yesterday,’ admitted Guy quietly. ‘I couldn’t tell you because I couldn’t lose you.’

Marian considered the fact that Guy had believed she might change her mind about the engagement if Robin was alive. When she saw Robin, she had thought of changing her mind. However, it hadn’t been the result of an instinctual urge to be with him; it had been a matter of conscience. She had felt her duty to Robin’s cause and their alliance. But, she thought, she didn’t have to abandon that cause by being with Guy.

Guy was prepared to change. Marian had known it for a long time. She had broken through his callous exterior multiple times only for him to retreat again because she couldn’t extricate him from the Sheriff’s cruel manipulations. She had found who he really was: vulnerable, wounded and lonely. Passionate about her, but also insecure and desperate for her affection, and in response to his care she naturally found herself giving it to him.

‘You shouldn’t have hidden it from me,’ Marian said to him. ‘I trusted you. And that means you need to trust me.’ Guy met her gaze, his eyes troubled but apologetic.

‘I am sorry about Robin Hood. I always feared your feelings for him. When you ran away after your father’s death I had to doubt. And when he held you hostage, I thought I could be assured that he had no hold over your heart, but then there was the Nightwatchman, and your attempt on the Sheriff’s life…’

‘Shh,’ Marian said. ‘I have deceived you awfully, Guy. Perhaps more than you even know as of yet.’ At this he frowned and his mouth turned downwards. ‘But you must know that I was deceiving myself too. I was pretending to myself. That – that I…’ Marian suddenly cast her eyes down.

‘What?’ Guy murmured, a little disgruntled.

Marian smiled thoughtfully and patted the space on the bench next to her. After a small hesitation, Guy moved across to sit there, and was reminded of how they’d sat side by side, resolutely not speaking, during their travel from Nottingham to Portsmouth.

‘I spent a long time pretending,’ Marian continued seriously, ‘that I didn’t love you.’

Guy turned his head to her, but she didn’t look at him. She spoke again:

‘But I do.’

Guy’s hand sought her cheek so he could tilt her face towards him. He wanted to look into her eyes. She was only looking at his lips. He brought his face closer to hers, his nose brushing her cheek.

‘I love you,’ she whispered, just before their mouths met and she was cut off.

They kissed for a long time, Guy’s arms encircling Marian and holding her to him, breaking off a few times to breathe hurriedly against each other’s lips. Eventually Marian buried her face in the leather of Guy’s shoulder, his chin resting against her temple. Guy felt content in a way he never had before – not in his memory, anyway. He felt he could stay forever with Marian against his chest, feeling her gentle breathing, his fingers nestling in her hair.

Marian too felt all anguish subside. She listened to the rattling of the carriage and the whisper of Guy’s breath next to her ear. She couldn’t help wondering if Robin would ever have been able to fully shield her like this, closing her off from the rest of the world with his arms. She thought not.

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