#either through holding on to them or them holding her as she rewinds

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One of my favorite tropes I've seen in some LiS fics is when Max is able to bring Chloe and/or Rachel with her when she time travels or time stops. The intimacy of breaking the laws of space-time with someone you love is just... ough

[dindjarindiaries]

The Art of Letting Go

summary: After Omega leaves for her new adventure, you seek to comfort the one who's sent her off.

pairing: hunter (the bad batch) x reader

tags: season 3 finale spoilers, emotional hurt/comfort, references to trauma/death, fluff

rating: T

word count: 2.653k

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You watched as the ship soared into Pabu’s evening sky, a wealth of emotion welling inside your chest as it rose and fell in a steady breath. Tears brimmed your waterline, but you were able to blink them back. It was mostly joy and pride that had a grip on your emotions for the young woman Omega had become.

But letting go was never easy, especially for the person who was no doubt struggling even more than you were to watch her go.

It was easy to navigate your way to Omega’s makeshift hangar, especially with the light you had brought along with you. Hunter had never quite let go of the urge to stay hidden, and so you had the foresight to predict that the lights illuminating the hangar would already be out by the time you arrived. As it turned out, the amount of time you gave the two of them was perfect, too.

Omega had already said her goodbyes to you in confidence. You had promised not to tell anyone, not even Hunter, that she was leaving, but you had at least warned her that he would find out on his own. The conversations you and Hunter had already had about her itching to join the fight made that clear. When he left your bed that night, then, it wasn’t a surprise—and hopefully Omega wasn’t that surprised, either.

Batcher’s barking interrupted your mental rewind and brought you back to the present. You smiled as you bent down to meet her, setting aside your light for a moment as you pet her with both hands. She let out a sad trill, her big eyes sparkling with a sadness you felt deep within your own chest.

“I know, girl.” You set a gentle kiss on the top of her wrinkling head. “I’ll miss her too.” You smiled and scratched your hand against the side of her face. “She’ll be back when the fight’s over.”

You looked beyond Batcher and saw Hunter’s silhouette by the mouth of the cavern. He was still standing by the lights he had turned off, his back facing you as he looked out at Pabu’s night sky.

With an affectionate huff, you patted Batcher’s head and rose once again. You took up your light and walked through the hangar to meet him where he was. When you reached him, you stood by his side, letting him be the first one to speak.

“I knew you were coming.” You looked up at Hunter and caught the slight rise in the corner of his mouth. Still, what was even more prominent was the shine in his eyes, created by the tears brimming his waterline that he refused to shed. You softened and shuffled yourself closer to his side.

“Was it your senses that gave me away, or Batcher’s barking?” Your words were nothing but a tease as you set the light down at your side.

Hunter chuckled at that. “Neither.” He steadied himself with a breath, though his exhale was pushed through an evident knot within his throat. “I just knew.”

You raised your hand to his back, brushing over it in slow, soothing circles as you spoke. “You knew she was leaving, too.”

Hunter didn’t respond for a long moment. You looked up at him again, watching as his bearded jaw ticked for composure. He eventually nodded and glanced down at his feet. “I did.” He huffed and raised his brow. “We all did.” His head turned in your direction, but his teary eyes still couldn’t meet your own. “Wrecker and Crosshair came to terms with it. They were even talking strategy with her.”

Finally, his brown gaze looked up, his immensely sad yet proud dark eyes meeting yours. He was only able to hold your gaze for a few seconds before he closed his eyes and started to lower his head.

“I’m only one who wasn’t ready.”

You turned towards him, lifting your hand from his back to instead hold the sides of his face. He kept his eyes closed, the knit in his brow tightening as he refused to give up his fight for composure. You let out a soft breath, twisting your lips before looking out at the nearby shore. “Come on.” You were nothing but gentle as you tapped Hunter’s cheek. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Hunter reopened his eyes at that, watching as you bent back down to pick up your light again. “On this terrain?” He let out a curt breath. “My knees aren’t what they used to be.”

You scoffed and jostled his shoulder. “Okay, Sergeant. I’ll just go by myself, then.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow. “In the middle of the night?” He gave his head a shake. “You know that’s not happening.”

You laughed and shrugged with a victorious smirk. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

Even Hunter chuckled before he whistled to call Batcher over. She followed, moving much slower than she used to, and began to follow as you led the way out of the cavern and towards the Pabu shore. The hand not holding the light held Hunter’s, and he held yours just as tight. As suspected, he had no problem navigating the terrain that you all called home.

After a long while of walking, you settled on the nearby sandy shore, remaining far from the tide as you stopped and began to sit. Hunter followed suit, letting out a few grunts as he got down to your level. You chuckled warmly, catching his warning glance that was coated in amusement—though he was effortlessly able to keep your eyes on him.

The evening breeze was sweeping through his hair, softly jostling the long ends that were hanging from his forehead. They had only grown longer and longer over the years, and you were glad he decided to keep it that way. With a smile stuck to your lips, you raised a hand to gently brush them out of his eyes, the other hand still tight in his. Your knuckles ran over the side of his face as you admired the way Pabu’s moon and stars cast a warm glow over him, illuminating the flecks of light in his dark gaze.

Hunter raised his brow at you before giving his head a shake. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Your hand fell into your lap. “Like what?”

Hunter hummed, the corners of his lips curving upwards in a small smile. “Like I’m still young.”

You clicked your tongue, leaning closer until he bent his forehead down to meet yours. Your gaze gave him an obvious once-over as your smile remained. “You’ve only gotten more handsome with time.” You let out a soft laugh as you squeezed his hand and lifted the other back up to his face. “I had no idea that was even possible.”

Hunter’s cheek warmed beneath your touch as he let out a shy huff. “Well… thank you.” He leaned further into you until his lips were on yours, a sweet yet familiar touch that overwhelmed you with a wave of warmth. You had grown used to the feeling of hair on his upper lip, something as reliable and consistent as the soft locks your hand was able to tend to even as you pulled away from the brief display of affection.

Your eyes watched as your fingers made their way back to his cheek, your thumb running over the graying edges of his beard as you did so. You smiled at the recent memory the sight brought you. “I was right, you know.” Hunter’s brow furrowed as he waited for you to go on. “Omega likes the beard, too.”

“Yeah?” Hunter’s gaze sparkled as he raised a quizzical eyebrow. “So, you two were talking about me again?”

You let out a soft laugh and ran your thumb over the outline of his tattoo on his cheekbone. “We can’t help it.” Your smile softened from one of amusement to one of affection. “We both care a lot about you.”

For a moment, Hunter was able to return your smile with a breathless amount of fondness. “I care a lot about you two, too.” His hand tightened around yours. “That’s why I can’t…”

He paused, and you let him take his time. His eyes became more sad again as he inhaled a deep breath. They closed, and he spoke as he released his shaky exhale.

“... Let go.”

You offered him a more supportive smile. “You just did.” Your gaze gestured to the open stretch of Pabu sky above you.

Hunter shrugged, his gaze beginning to avert yours again as the tears returned to his waterline. “I tried.” He let out a breath of defeat, but after winning so many battles all those years ago during the war, it was clear that only his resilience was keeping him from doing exactly what he was struggling with.

Your thumb ran along his face as you invited him to lean into your palm. “Then try again.” You offered him a nod of reassurance. “Let go, Hunter.”

His brow wrinkled together, but after a long moment of consideration, it relaxed in understanding. Hunter’s jaw tightened as his body continued to fight him, but his trembling lips proved he was fighting to do exactly as you had told him to. Your hand on his face ran back towards his hair, guiding his head to your shoulder as you held him close.

Hunter’s shoulders heaved once, and you rested your cheek against his head. Your hand ran over his hair, minding the bump of the upper half that had been secured back. “There you go.” Your voice was gentle to as to avoid startling him, especially when he so badly needed this release. “It’s okay. It’s normal to feel this way.” Your thumb ran over his hand the best it could as it remained entwined with his own. “None of us were ever going to be ready to let her go.”

Hunter continued to stay close, though he shifted his head on your shoulder so that he could speak to you. “I never wanted her to have to fight, but…” he sighed, “I should’ve known it was inevitable.”

“You bought her freedom and gave her peace.” Your fingers threaded softly through his locks, minding his senses—no matter how much they were beginning to fade those days. “Now, she wants to return the favor to the rest of the galaxy.”

Hunter took a deep breath, steadying himself before he sat back up to face you. Your free hand slid to his chest as his stayed tight in yours, keeping you both close to one another as you watched the desperate shine of his gaze. “I know she will, and I know she’s capable.” He lifted an eyebrow and failed to hide the fondness in his voice. “We were the ones who trained her, after all.”

You laughed and nodded. “Yes, we were.”

The warmth in Hunter’s eyes began to fade again as he went on. “She’ll do justice for the one of us who taught her how to fly.” His shoulders started to deflate as a new grief fell upon him. It was a wound that festered within everyone’s hearts over the years, but especially Hunter’s, thanks to the guilt he could never quite conquer. “I just can’t lose her like we lost him.”

“We won’t.” You had full confidence in the quick reassurance as you lifted your hand to Hunter’s face once again. Your fingers brushed away a new tear that had escaped one of his eyes. “She was a threat to the Empire as a child. They don’t stand a chance against her now.”

Hunter at least huffed at that. “I know. I just…” He circled his jaw, his gaze floating up to the night sky as he searched for some kind of explanation.

“Your feelings don’t need rationale, Hunter.” You let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head upon his shoulder. You looked out at the stars, following the path Omega and her ship had taken. “The heart doesn’t recognize logic.”

Hunter took a deep breath of relief before you felt his face bury itself in your head. You both stayed like that for a long while, with only the sounds of Batcher’s gentle snoring somewhere beyond you and the waves washing on the shore filling the air. Eventually, Hunter was able to give voice to one new thought. “Why me?”

You furrowed your brow, but kept your head where it was. “What do you mean?”

Hunter adjusted so that his chin was resting upon your head. “Why is it me who’s struggling the most with this?”

You couldn’t help smiling as the truth fell upon you. You could only hope Hunter would do the same as you shared it with him. “Because you love her, Hunter. You’ve cared for her ever since the beginning, before any one of us did the same. It’s not easy to give that caretaking role up, especially when it’s been your main role ever since we stopped fighting.”

Hunter exhaled a steady breath, his lips kissing your head before he rested his cheek against it. “How you manage to have the answers to everything will never fail to amaze me.”

You chuckled and gave his waist a squeeze. “Well, it’s pretty easy to figure you out after I’ve had all these years to study you, Sarge.”

Hunter snorted, though he brought you closer as his arm held your shoulders tighter. “Having that time has made every single fight worth it. All the wins…” he took a moment to steady himself, “and the losses.”

You found one of his hands again and wove his fingers through yours, giving it a squeeze. Your own eyes closed as you found the strength to bring your words to fruition. “That’s what he gave his life for, Hunter.” You turned your head to kiss his clothed shoulder. “It was his own selfless choice, and it was never, ever your fault.”

Hunter exhaled, a shaky breath that rattled through his chest. His voice wavered as he responded. “I hope I can believe that one day.”

“You will.” You reopened your eyes and smiled as you looked into the stars yet again. “You’ll believe it when you see how much of him Omega carries in herself, and how she’ll show that when she comes home and tells us all about her adventures in this fight.”

His grip on your hand tightened as the fingers on your shoulder began to run in circles. “I miss her already.”

“So do I.” You lifted your head from his shoulder for a moment to offer him some of the strength and honesty in your gaze. He returned your look. “But she’ll be back sooner than we think.”

Hunter’s gaze searched yours even as he asked his question. “How do you know that?”

You beamed at him. “Because she’s your daughter.” You reached for the back of his neck to rest his forehead against yours once again. “And she watched as you and the others never stopped fighting to get back to your loved ones.” You nodded and ran your thumb over his lips. “She’ll do the same.”

The corners of Hunter’s mouth began to turn up in a hopeful smile as he returned your nod. Your smile widened, and you leaned close until it melted against his own—initating yet another wordless promise of the bright and loving future you still had ahead of you, even as a piece of both your hearts flew farther and farther away in the galaxy.

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Thanks for all the prompts! I combined a few: Outsider POV, getting together with the help of friends, Steve Harrington is an Idiot (affectionate), Rocky Horror, and “did we almost just kiss?”

“Robin,” Steve says, before he’s even fully in the Family Video door. “I’m having a crisis.”

She shoves another VHS tape into the rewinder. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?” He whines, collapsing face-first onto the counter.

“I mean no. I don’t have time for a crisis right now. We just finished a crisis and I require at least fifteen business days between crises. I do not have the bandwidth.”

“It’s not like a crisis, crisis,” he mutters. “It’s…a personal crisis.”

She flicks the side of his head. “What is the nature of this personal crisis?”

He rolls his face so his cheek is pressed to the laminate. He meets her eyes. “How did you know you liked girls?”

“Oh,” Robin says. The tape rewinder clicks but she doesn’t move. “Oh. Yeah, we can handle this crisis now. It’s long overdue.”

“Long over—” Steve straightens, weight on his elbows. “What?”

“Honestly I thought we were going to have this conversation during the whole Rocky Horror Picture Show thing but––”

“Robin”

“Sorry. Right. I knew I liked girls because I liked girls. I knew I liked girls because I wanted to kiss girls.”

“Yeah. But how did you know it was more than the normal amount?”

“…the normal amount,” she repeats.

“Well sure,” he scrubs a hand through his hair. “Everyone wants to kiss everyone a little bit, right? Like. How did you know it was more than the normal heterosexual amount?”

Robin cannot believe she’s going to have to say this out loud. She glances around the empty store just to make sure no one has somehow teleported in during the last two minutes.

“Steve. Steven. There is no normal heterosexual amount of wanting to kiss people of the same gender.”

He crosses his arms. “Well, that can’t be right.”

“Hold on. Wait. What boys have you wanted to kiss?” She can guess, but confirmation would be nice.

“Are you sure that––”

“Yes, I’m sure. But back to the boys you’ve wanted to kiss. Have you…acted on that, ever?

“Yeah but just the––oh. Well. You’re probably going to say there isn’t a normal heterosexual amount of kissing the same gender either.”

“How are you this stupid.”

“I mean, everyone messes around with their friends at some point, right?”

“I desperately wish that was true,” Robin answers. “Because if it was, I would not be standing here at 19 years old finding out that Steve Harrington has kissed a boy before I kissed a girl. Jesus. Wait. How many boys have you kissed?”

“Three?”

“Three? Unbelievable.”

Except now he’s wearing his big-eyed, floppy-haired sad expression and she knows, she knows she’s not handling this the way she should.

Robin sighs. “Ok, I’m sorry. Thank you for trusting me with this. I love you and I’m here for you and it sounds like you’re bisexual. Which is actually pretty cool because that means I know two whole queer people other than myself in Hawkins. Well. Probably three. But that hasn’t been officially confirmed.”

“Bi-sexual.” He rolls the word around in his mouth like he’s tasting it. “Bisexual. Huh. Okay.”

“It means you like both. Or, any, I guess. Which no, is not normal for everyone.”

“Okay. Bisexual. Neat. Who else do you know?”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

“Right. That would be super uncool of you to tell me without their permission. But, um. Are they people I know?”

“They’re people you know.”

“Are they over the age of 16?”

“One of them is.”

The hopeful look on Steve’s face is actually a little gross.

“Are they–”

“Eddie!” Robin says, “hey, what are you doing here so early?”

Steve’s reaction to Eddie pushing open the door provides all the confirmation she needs about which boy Steve currently wants to kiss. Not that there was a lot of uncertainty there anyway. He’d practically kept vigil at Eddie’s bedside while he was in the hospital and in the last month since Eddie was released, they’ve become weirdly inseparable. Half the time when Robin calls in the middle of the night to talk though her nightmares, it’s Eddie answering the Harrington phone. And when no one answers the Harrington phone, a call to the Munson phone will usually do the trick. She’s tempted to think they’re already together except Eddie’s pining has only gotten worse over the last week. If they were banging he’s be less insufferable. Well. He might still be insufferable but in like, a happy, well-fucked way. She doesn’t want to think about that.

“Eddie,” Steve says, “hi.”

“...hi,” Eddie says, understandably confused by Steve’s strangled greeting. He rocks back and forth on his heels, hands shoved in the pockets of a pair of black jeans that are, for once, not ripped. “So. Big news.” He spreads his arms. “You are now looking at a gainfully, legally, employed, upstanding citizen of Hawkins.”

Robin isn’t really surprised. The owner of the auto shop across the street that Eddie applied to is friends with Wayne and a regular at Hideout. If there’s anyone who’s willing to look past Eddie’s poor reputation, it’s him. And Eddie had gotten some sort of automotive certificate the year before in shop class. One of the few things he’d passed with flying colors.

“Oh my god,” Steve says. He stumbles over to hug him and then twirls him around like they’re in one of the stupid romcom videos on the back wall. “Eddie,” Steve says again, this time so overwhelmingly full of tenderness that Robin feels like she’s intruding despite the fact that she’s, you know, standing behind the counter of her own place of work. 

“Congratuations,” Steve continues. He’s set Eddie down again but they’re still so close, arms tangled together, that he’s practically speaking the words into Eddie’s mouth. “When do you start?”

Eddie doesn’t answer. Eddie seems to have misplaced his self-awareness because he’s swaying forward, through the scant space left between them, and oh my God, Robin is going to have to do something or they’re definitely going to have their first kiss in the Family Video with her watching.

Robin slams the clamshell case on the Aristocats return she’d just rewound. They jump apart, looking dazed. Steve runs a hand through his hair. Eddie plays with his rings. Even though they’re no longer touching, they’re still looking at each other with the kind of naked affection that could get them in trouble if they’re not careful. Well. More trouble. 

“Eddie, that’s awesome,” Robin says brightly. “When do you start?”

“Oh. Monday, actually.”

“That’s great. You and Steve should celebrate tonight.”

“We…should.” Eddie agrees.

“I have plans. Important plans. That I can’t miss. But Steve was just telling me that he wanted to watch Rocky Horror again, right Steve?”

“I–yes?”

“And you like Rocky Horror, right Eddie?”

Eddie narrows his eyes at her. “I do.”

“Great.”

She gives Steve a significant look.

“I’ll come to your place with the movie once I’m off?” Steve suggests to Eddie.

Eddie nods slowly. “Yes. Cool. Cool cool cool. I’ll get pizza. And see you then.” He salutes for some ungodly reason but Steve salutes him back like that’s a normal thing to do and they grin at each other as Eddie walks backward toward the door.

Idiots.

God, she loves them so much.

Steve waits until the van has pulled out of the parking lot to resume his face-down position on the counter.

She goes back to rewinding tapes.

She waits.

“Did we almost just kiss?” he asks finally. “In the Family Video.”

“Sure looked like it,” Robin says. “Which is not advisable. I feel like I shouldn’t have to tell you that.”

“Yeah, obviously, but that means…if I try to kiss him tonight he’d probably go for it, right?”

“Only one way to find out,” Robin sighs.

Except she already knows that tomorrow morning Steve Harrington will have kissed four boys and she still has yet to kiss a single girl. 

Unbelievable.

Steve sits up with sudden purpose. “I am. I’m going to kiss him tonight.”

“Great. Super happy for you. Can you help me rewind some tapes until then?”

Already working on PT. 2 which is Wayne’s POV when he accidentally intrudes on their celebration that night. So. Stay tuned for that.

Pt. 2 is Here.

[savvyreyes4587]

Your Choice, My order.

Pm!Dazai x Fem!reader

Author's note: Chapter one came out quicker than expected so I hope you'll enjoy it and sorry if it's too short, also half edited.

Summary: Dazai is intrigued with you but there is only one problem… you're not happy about it.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Blood, death, gore and mentions of suicide.

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"So are you going to tell me?" Odasaku didn't have to look at Dazai to indicate what he was talking about, they both knew what he was asking.

Dazai only stared ahead, the emptiness he felt inside out somewhat ceased but it wouldn't fully go away… ever.

But truth be told, now he at least had something to keeo him intrigued enough until it either go away or simply… die and that something happened to be you.

Someone they called Time Weaver, a being able, to not see ahead into the future like Odasaku, but to manipulate time itself, go back in it or apparently slow it down, if what Chuuya told him was true.

She was a ghost to everyone, wherever she was, death followed and not a single person had seen her face before, at least not people he knew until Chuuya jumped in one day and claimed that he knew what you looked like but the slug refused to elaborate on when or why or how.

That was how he managed to corner you when he saw you at the bar which unfortunately proved that he was right, that he knew what you looked like but the idiot didn't think his actions through or how powerful you were and if it wasn't for Dazai then at least half the port mafia would've been attending his funeral right now.

Dazai was a curious being even though the abomination he was… it was human nature to be curious and he needed to know more about you, your ability, what it could and couldn't do. 

He desperately needed a distraction from the dark shadow looming over him, fucking with his mind and pushing him to a terrifying point that hadn't came in a very long time and you were that distraction whether you wanted to be it or not.

"Dazai?" It was Ango's voice that pulled him back go reality, the music from bar Lupin returning to his hearing and he turned to look at the two men looking at him and wondered if they saw into his thoughts…

Still, keeping appearances, Dazai sighed dramatically and finally answered. "She can control time." 

Odasaku looked like he was going to jump to the conclusion that you were like him but Dazai spared him the confusion after taking a swig of his drink.

"Not see into the future but she can slow time down, rewind it, shoot ropes from her body and who knows what else, she still didn't wake up yet." He clarified nonchalantly as if he didn't give a shit about the ability user or the ability itself but only a blind man wouldn't see the intrest he had in both.

Ango scoffed, his disapproval obvious "Yeah because you thought it was a good idea to have Kouyou as your plan B." 

Dazai pouted and shook his head. "I didn't know she was going to hit her that hard." 

"What do you expect from someone with the Golden Demon?" Ango barley moved an inch when Dazai hid himself behind Odasaku as if Ango was coming for his head.

Dazai tightened his hold on Odasaku's coat as he chanted. "Be gone, Devil." 

Oda only shook his head at the weird argument before an alarm went off on all their phones, indicating an attack on the port mafia.

In a blink of an eye, the childlike behaviour disappeared as they all stood up and got inside Ango's car as he drove them to the port mafia HQ while Dazai tried to contact Chuuya, his mood ruined thanks to the sudden emergency. 

When Chuuya finally answered after the fifteenth call attempt, that was how he started the conversation. "You waste of bandages! I told you we should hold her at a warehouse and not here!" 

Dazai's eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas day, hearing that you were awake, wrecking havoc and probably ruining Chuuya's outfit and mood… this night was starting to get better.

"That's why an emergency was called?" Dazai asked as Oda eyed him curiously, especially with the creepy smile Dazai had on his face.

Chuuya let out a trail of curses and the sound of things breaking, glass shattering and guards groaning in pain painted a nice picture for Dazai of the situation. 

"Yeah she woke up and chose violence and half our men are with the boss and the other half is dead or dying so could you make it here quicker, you dickhead!" Chuuya yelled on the other line as shuffling was heard. 

Probably moving to a better hiding spot. Dazai thought to himself before ending the call and telling Ango to go faster while smiling like a madman.

This night was going waaaaay better than his expectations. 

A few minutes later 

When Dazai and Oda arrived at the higher floors of the building he expected wreckage and perhaps a few bodies here and there but what he didn't expect was the bloody massacre all over the place, blood covering every corner, bodies and body parts all around…

Oda looked at Dazai as if he was waiting for an explanation but how was he to explain when he himself didn't understand. 

Dazai's intrest in you was increasing by the second and he didn't even have to look for you, a body flying past both him and Oda told him all he needed to know and he rushed in that direction, his coat flying with every step until he reached his destination where Chuuya was fighting you.

The young executive took you in, the unhinged look in your eyes, the blood covering your face and clothes, ropes shooting out in every direction to get hold of Chuuya who was barley using quarter of his ability on you, holding back with all his might.

You were the very image of every emotion that Dazai ever felt, painted in one being and the stupid waste of bandages as Chuuya called him stepped closer to you, ignoring Odasaku's protests.

You body went rigid for a second and you were right in his face in a… mere parts of a second, a rope shooting its way out and wrapping around his bandaged throat, lifting him off the ground.

"No guns this time?" You questioned, voice steady and booming with authority granted by your ability. 

Chuuya was beginning to move your way, ready to knock you out clean off when Dazai's hand shot out, ordering him to stop as he gazed into your eyes and he shook his head to the best of his ability with your rope tight on his throat.

"No guns." He barley let out and you smirked at him, expression holding every evil in the world.

"Wrong move." You moved a new rope, ready to strike him with it.

"But a man near Keisuke has one." He used the ace up his sleeve even though he wished he wouldn’t have to use it this soon, it could have came in handy later.

"What?" You were taken a back, shocked with what he said and Dazai took the opportunity to use the rope you had around his neck.

He pulled it forward, pulling you with it and placed his hand on your cheek, nullifying your ability and you both stumbled to the ground and he could only watch in amusement as you didn't understand what happened. 

His chocolate brown eyes pierced into your lost ones and he almost felt bad for his next words… almost. "If you don't want Keisuke to have a bullet in his head in the next minute, you will listen." 

Dazai could swear that he had never seen someone dare glare at him with so much visible hatred the way you were doing, you eyes fiery unlike any he had seen and maybe you could compete with the way Chuuya's looked in corruption. 

Yet, you didn't attempt to move as you took in the damage you've done and the three men surrounding you, one of them who didn't kill unless necessary, one who pretended that he was the baddest soul to ever walk the earth but he was entirely different and one… who didn't have a soul, much less empathy, much less trouble with killing you if you tried anything funny.

At last the weight of the situation you were in dawned upon you as Dazai saw how your body language changed from hostile to wary as you spoke. "He doesn't have anything to do with it." 

Dazai chuckled, unable to content himself at little naive you… no man, would get himself into taking care of an ability user like yourself, without having anything to do with it but he wasn't surprised you didn't see it. 

It was obvious that you led with your heart and emotions more than logic which would cause trouble if he managed to do what he wanted, which itself would be a miracle for you.

You almost stumbled backwards when Dazai knelt down, on the same level as you and his eyes looked haunting as he talked with so little emotion, as if he didn't even know them.

"He has everything to do with it but if you cooperate… his involvement could decrease if I say so." 

For the second time, you made the mistake of maintaining eye contact with him and he too was making mistakes right now, the mistake of letting himself deal with you directly, he could feel the invisible web of yours, luring him in and he was letting it.

"What do you want from me?" You asked, or rather demanded as you brought yourself closer to him to the point where you were breathing the same air.

He smirked, leaning in closer. "You will join the port mafia under my command and together we will learn your ability." 

He knew that if you fell in the hands of someone else, the port mafia wouldn't last much, if you were against them even if you and chuuya fought each other, it would lead to a destruction like the arahabaki one and the death of both of you.

Your voice shook with fear or rage, who knew. "And if I refuse? I could kill myself and then neither you nor anyone else can have any use of me." 

At that, Dazai had to pause everything momentarily and observe you for a minute. 

A girl who had abilities that were probably not naturally given but forced upon you, no home, no one to call family… all these would probably be enough reason to suggest that you might actually off yourself but there was one thing that changed the whole equation… Keisuke. 

The young executive had sent people all over where you usually appeared and managed to gather information. 

Tanaka Keisuke, a man who owned a market but it was actually a front to what or who he truly was, he found you around two years ago, saved you from a certain fate at that time and ever since, you became his protector and saved him at every turn… treating him like a brother you never had.

But someone like Dazai knew better than that saviour story but you were naive and someone who could be drained emotionally which Keisuke used on you perfectly but that also was why Dazai decided his answer to you question. 

With all the confidence he asked. "And leave Tanaka Keisuke all alone for the people who are after you to kill him? You wouldn't be that cruel, right?" 

The fury returned to you features. "As if you're letting me protect him? You're blackmailing me." 

"I didn't say I was a saint, Belladonna, but it's a give and take situation. You give yourself to us, and you take our protection to Tanaka. It's a win-win, don't you think?" 

He could see it behind those eyes of yours, the gears slowly turning and thinking of every possible outcome to any answer you would give.

"So what will it be, Bella? Us or Tanaka's death?" Dazai questioned.

Your gaze drifted to Chuuya, who was watching the scene unfold with a frown upon his face, not liking Dazai's plan but he could see why you turned to Chuuya, to you he probably looked like someone who might ensure his word.

Chuuya came closer, tone soft, meant to lure you to their trap. "I will be in direct control of his protection, he will be safe if you agree." 

You fell silent as your eyes were stuck on the floor but Dazai saw it, he had already won and you would be agreeing.

Step one was complete, now to the more complicated step… convincing the boss to take you in…

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[tohjwcc]

It seriously takes me 40 minutes to watch through a 22 minute long episode.

Oh, why?

Well, I need to rewind every scene so I can see every character's expression, need to know where all of them are looking, and where they had their arms. I also need to rewind every cute scene I see, if I missed one single detail, could either be I missed a detail of a rock or tree in the background, or it could even be a background thing/background character. When it's about cute scenes with yasammy for example, I need to rewind and pause for a good amount of time, just so I can take in what happens, I need to look everywhere to see where they hold each other, how long, if they move their hands/arms anything, if it's a scene where one of them is holding the other's arm, then I need to see what the other person is doing and that person holding it, where she's having her other arm that she's not holding her gf's arm with and so on and so on.

Idk if this is a problem only I have or if more people do this, but either way, I am freaking out, it is SO annoying, but I just can't stop. Like, seriously. It's not only when I watch CC/CT, it's literally every show/series/movie I'm watching. I think I'm annoying my friends when I watch stuff with them. I am rly doing my very best not to do it when I'm with other people tho.

Yeah, just rambling. Lxfkdldkdnfnnfnfnfnf.

[artiststarme]

What if Vecna cursed Steve instead of Max?

Steve has ignored his own problems for as long as he could remember. He would leave his unfinished homework at home when he knew it was due that day. He’d purposely avoid going to the doctor in order to live a little longer in ignorant bliss, to hell with the threat of further damage. He’d even leave his gas tank at a quarter full when he knew he had a long drive just so he wouldn’t have to look at an empty wallet. 

So, when his nightmares got worse and his nose started bleeding at random times and he started seeing things that weren’t actually there, well that was just another thing to ignore completely. He put a bandaid on the issue with a bottle of Tylenol and started wearing sunglasses indoors. But as the week wore on, the bags beneath his eyes began to bruise and his hair lost its pizazz. 

Robin was worried about him, that he could tell. She would hand him a homemade lunch any time he drove her to school. On their shifts together at Family Video, she would stick him in the back to rewind tapes, sort through new shipments, or even take a nap. Every day, her eyes would get more concerned until her face developed a look of perpetual worry. But, Steve ignored it. So, he had a few bad nightmares that caused him to wake up in a fit of panic. Who cares that he’d taken to carrying an extra shirt in his car because he was having so many nosebleeds? Not him. 

When the kids coerced him into finding Eddie, he was hesitant but woefully inept in arguing with them. He didn’t expect his old dealer from high school to hold a broken bottle to his throat. Certainly didn’t expect to be turned on by it either but that was something to contemplate at a much later time, preferably never. 

They found out that the Upside Down was back at it again and later found out that Chrissy and Fred had been having nightmares, nosebleeds, and depression. That they were having strong feelings of worthlessness and guilt. And if that didn’t summarize Steve to a T, he didn’t know what did. 

And Robin knew too. She called him out on it, at first in secret but when he brushed it off, she told the group. Steve would never forget the horror on Dustin’s face when he found out that he was cursed. It gave them a new sense of determination. They had to save their babysitter, nay- their friend, no matter what the cost. 

But Steve? He wasn’t sure he was worth the effort. His life certainly wasn’t even slightly as important as the lives of any of his friends. He wasn’t willing to sacrifice any of them so he was immediately against any and all of their plans. 

He almost died too. When they were lounging at his house, strategizing and such, Vecna got him. He started to lift into the air and could feel his bones creaking under an invisible force. Robin and Nance called Dustin right then to tell him about the effect music had on the victim. Eddie, poor, poor Eddie, started singing Tears for Fears right away and Steve was so enamored with his deep, dulcet voice that he managed to escape. When they asked his favorite song later that day, Steve lied and said it was the Head Over Heels that Eddie had sung. 

He didn’t want to out himself by saying it was Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen. Steve was nothing if not an enigma. A man of layers upon layers hiding from his friends and everyone else behind a facade. 

They believed him, why wouldn’t they? Dustin forced a walkman into his hands and headphones over his ears. Then Robin and Eddie forced him to keep them on. The blaring music and grating voices helped him tune out of reality and focus on his thoughts. 

He was going to die and he was fine with that. As long as everyone else was safe, he’d take the L. He felt like his entire life led to this moment. Nothing he ever did was ever meaningful, ever important. But his death would be because he would save the lives that mattered. Robin, Dustin, Nancy, Eddie, Max, and Lucas would be safe. And they had each other so they would be fine. Dustin, the kid he saw as the little brother he’d always wanted, he would have Eddie. Steve knew that Eddie was his new favorite anyway. Robin? She had been mooning over Nancy since they had met up at the trailer park. She could be her best friend with Steve out of the way. Everyone else there just put up with Steve for the others so they wouldn’t miss him either. 

While he was zoned out, they decided that Steve would be the bait for Vecna in the Creel house. He could lure him there while Nancy and Robin killed his physical body from the Upside Down. They told him he just needed to focus on good memories because Vecna couldn’t find him there. 

But when push came to shove, Steve didn’t have any good memories. Even in the fun times, the times that were supposed to be fully happy, there was always a background tinge of sadness. From the earliest times he could remember to the times of late, he couldn’t think of a time he’d been truly, completely happy. 

His childhood birthday parties, he was supposed to be having fun and being a kid. Instead, he had to play the part of happy families in front of all of his dad’s work friends. He got presents but he also got abandoned by his parents any time they wanted to go on a trip. 

His first win at little league? His dad gave him his first concussion when they got home because he tagged Joshua Evans out. Joshua’s dad worked with his dad and Steve had embarrassed him by costing his team the point. 

His first A on a history test? His teacher pulled him back after class and accused him of cheating because there was no way Steve Harrington could ever study hard enough to get an A. He was much too dumb for that, right?

Even the more recent times with his found family, he couldn’t think of any times he’d truly been happy. He’s always content at work around Robin. But there’s always a fear that she’s going to leave and he’ll lose everything. She was his only true friend and when she went to school, he knew he’d be all alone. 

The times when Dustin or Max or Lucas asked him for rides? Even when they’re happy singing along in the car or laughing with each other, Steve feels a sharp sense of jealousy because he knows he’ll never have friends that care about him like that or want him around. He never had and he never would. 

And so, when Vecna finds him, Steve is all too easy for him to catch. As the Party scrambles to figure out his favorite song and settles for the wrong one. As El tries to traipse through Steve’s happy memories but finds none. And as Robin, Eddie, Dustin, and Nancy scream at him to fight. Steve gives up. And Vecna has his final victim.

@doubleb11 @nburkhardt @zerokrox-blog

[baby--charchar]

If Charlie is everyone's sunshine when she's big, then I imagine her being a very fussy and clingy baby. To her, regressing would be one of the few times she doesn't feel responsible for making sure everyone else is happy, and thus she doesn't have to FAKE being happy herself. As a baby, she can be completely honest about how terrible, awful, no good she feels occasionally. She can cry over how much she misses Vaggie when she's working on something in the hotel! She can stomp her little hooven feet every time daddy insists she needs a nap! She can even chuck her plate across the room if Vaggie insists she finishes her yucky veggies! (Okay that one is frowned upon but she is still safe to do so! Freedom of expression!).

Likewise, if a usually happy Charlie lets herself be upset in littlespace, then a super serious Vaggie can finally be silly and playful in hers.

I do see Vaggie as being autistic, so there would be a lot of unmasking she had to learn when she first started regressing. Baby Vaggie would do a lot of rocking and hand flapping when playtime starts. She just gets so excited to see Charlie or Lucifer bring out her chunky Lego sets! She has all sorts of colors and finishes for her Legos, like primary colors, pastels and jewel tones; plus shimmery, glittery, see-through, opaque. She got ALL THE LEGOS. She loves dumping them out of the massive bucket and sorting them all before she gets to building.

She also loves her movies. She's a Ghibli kid through and through. She has certain scenes that she loves playing over and over again, like when Chihiro is running down the old staircase in Spirited Away. She'll hold the remote in one hand and her favorite blankie in the other, then pace back and forth in her and Charlie's room, shaking from excitement, squealing, while rewinding the same clip every ten or so seconds. It's just...such a cool scene! The animation is so good! The voicing and sound effects are intense! She loves all the little details and can focus on one scene for an hour at a time. Charlie and Lucifer don't mind one bit, they love the happy baby!

Only 2 things can really get baby Vaggie in a sour mood: bad food and bad clothes. Vaggie has a very limited range of safe foods while in baby space, with pupusas, rice, chicken nuggets, and water being her usual fair. She makes plenty of pupusas when she's big and stores them in the freezer; that way Charlie always has something wholesome and filling to give her. But one time, Lucifer added sugar to her rice (something Charlie liked as a baby), and it did NOT go over well. Poor baby had a massive meltdown and wouldn't eat until she was big the next day.

Clothes can also be a challenge, but for the most part they have this figured out. A soft, ribbed tank top or long sleeve, super plush drawstring pajama pants, and a diaper (because the elastic on pull ups is just too tight!!!). She gets changes frequently because she hates being anything less than clean, but she's noticed Lucifer is better at closing her diaper just snug enough but not too tight.

She is completely nonverbal but is still a VERY noisy baby. All day long, Baby Vaggie is either squealing, shouting, chuffing, or cooing. Charlie made her a little communication board to help her ask for what she wants, like her favorite foods, toys, or when she just needs a cuddle.

And yeah, I do see the irony of giving them both personality switches when they're regressed...but I stand by it! Let Baby Charlie have a good cry when she needs, and see that no one's gonna be mad at her! Let Baby Vaggie relax and do everything that makes her happy, and see that she is still incredibly loved! And give Lucifer a second chance to try this whole 'dad' thing and be a proud papa of his sweet kiddos!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I love your stuff! Can I request an Eri Reader (Child) with Yandere Platonic Gods and Humans who was accidentally summoned by Brunhilde when she was trying to summon a healer (But ended up with a tiny child with a horn on the side of her head)

Reader, after developing a deep bond with the fighter that was killed, but but before they went to Niflhel, Reader unknowingly uses her Quirk Rewind and prevented them from dying, which resulted in a lot of Gods trying to get their hands on Reader with greedy and ill intentions to use her ability for their own selfish intentions (Which frankly traumatized her more than anything and would even get scared of Odin’s crows and anyone that reminded her of Overhaul)

How would they react to learning about the horrible abuse and trauma Reader went through, especially with all the scars all over her body from Overhauls experiments (That were under her bandages) and her being isolated to not even know about social norms or even holidays are and her admitting that she doesn’t remember what smiling feels like as well as her believing her existence is a ‘curse’, but she ends up smiling because of the Valkyrie Sisters who showed her a festival and basically adopted Reader as their newest little sibling (Reader has never been more happy, and reveals her childlike innocence and curiosity, which makes everyone’s heart melts as they all want to adopt Reader)

How do you think they’ll feel when Reader admits her favorite food is ‘Apples’ (Would they give her apples or just feel awkward about the Apple Situation that happened with Eve) or would Buddha be the one to give her Carmel/Chocolate Apples?

-One of the first thing Brunnhilde did after gathering her Einherjar, was look for a healer to help those who survived their fights.

-The technology in Valhalla was advanced, and the Valkyries would be able to handle wounds for either side, but they needed a healer to help with the more fatal wounds.

-With all fighters in attendance, gods and humans both, Brunnhilde summoned her healer, looking for the strongest one she could find.

-They were not expecting to see a little girl, arms covered in scars that weren’t hidden by bandages, dirty, malnourished, and instantly in tears, terrified about where you were, ratty, tangled hair, and a horn on the side of her forehead.

-You cowered as Brunnhilde approached, keeping your eyes locked on her, scared that she was going to hurt you, but she immediately pulled you into her arms, hugging you close, turning to give orders to her sisters, to prepare the infirmary.

-Your wounds were treated with such gentleness that it actually scared you, scared that they would be like Overhaul and treat you nicely for a short while, then turn on you.

-Once you were finally treated, the nurses let you be and you heard many voices outside the door, talking about you, many demanding to know what happened to you.

-You were only six, but you were so small, so weak, and so terrified of everything around you.

-When Brunnhilde entered, being the only one to do so, as she didn’t want to frighten you more, you gave her a scare as you weren’t on your bed, but she calmed, finding you wrapped up in your blanket, holding it above your head like a cloak, huddled into the corner.

-She approached so you could see her, hearing your soft sniffles and she kneeled down, giving you your space, “May I ask your name? My name is Brunnhilde.”

-Her name was quite long and unusual for you, having not heard anything like it before. You swallowed and your voice, soft and meek, spoke up, “Y/N.”

-She nodded softly, “Y/N, you may not believe me, but you are safe here.”

-You didn’t believe her but she didn’t scold you or even raise her voice at you, just giving you a small nod, “I’ll send Goll in with some food for you. Is there food that you like?” you didn’t answer her, curling up in your blanket and she stood, leaving you alone again.

-The fury that was surrounding her when she walked out intimidating many of the gods, furious at the shape that you were in before she spoke, giving her orders, “None but Goll can enter at the moment. Goll, you’re the closest in age to her, so she may trust you a bit more. Take her some food and sit with her but give her space. Lord Odin, I require your help in finding out where she came from.”

-Odin nodded, glaring darkly, many of the others offering their own help, to figure out where you came from and why you were in the shape you were in.

-Goll was very patient with you, bringing you some bread rolls, juice, and some strawberries, something simple and light.

-She put the tray down in front of you, “Here Y/N, I brought you some food! Big Sis Brunnhilde asked me to talk to you!”

-You peeked out, seeing she was a younger teenager, and you carefully crawled forward, keeping your eyes on her, making sure she wasn’t going to move, before you grabbed a bread roll, sitting back and devoured it, like you hadn’t eaten in days.

-Goll panicked, seeing you double fisting the bread, “Whoa there, Y/N! Slow down or you’re going to choke!” you glanced up at her but you couldn’t help it, you’ve never had bread so tasty and soft before.

-The next several days were rough, you were very skittish, only willing to talk to a few people, Goll, Brunnhilde, Eve, Buddha, and Loki for some reason, but your answers were always short, scared.

-You had been treated with nothing but gentle care, even when Eve brushed out your tangled hair, she did it as gently as she could, “You’re so pretty Y/N!”

-Her compliments were something you weren’t used to, it’s not that you didn’t like them, because you did, but they made you confused and uneasy, as you had never dealt with them before, something Eve relayed to Adam, who was furious, as were many of the other humans and gods, hearing more about the way you had been treated.

-You woke up from a nightmare, gasping and crying, clutching your blanket tightly, alone in the infirmary.

-You held your blanket tightly around you as you approached the door, wanting one of the people who had been so nice to you.

-You opened the door, seeing nobody around and you tiptoed out, peeking around corners to find someone you knew, your hands beginning to shake as you sniffled softly.

-Someone saw you down the hall and he approached slowly, not wanting to scare you before he spoke, “Y/N?”

-You turned, hearing your name and you looked up, seeing what seemed to be the tallest man you had ever seen, with a long beard, wearing a full robe.

-You instantly flinched back, your eyes going pale as you saw the two crows on his shoulders, who were looking down at you curiously, shocking you even more when they spoke, asking if you were all right.

-Odin saw that you looked terrified, but you weren’t looking at him, you were looking at Muninn and Huginn. He was quick to wave them off and they took to the air, flying off his shoulders to land nearby.

-Odin’s assumption had been correct, as your eyes were locked on the crows until they landed, looking like normal birds.

-You had fallen to your rear when the crows took flight, uninjured, but shaking. Odin was easily able to assume that something to do with crows, maybe not the animal, but the image of crows, held some significance in your condition, as he and Brunnhilde haven’t been able to find anything about where you came from.

-He kneeled down, to appear less threatening, but being close to him now, tears easily welled in your eyes, seeing his eye patch, his stoic face, he looked so scary.

-Odin could easily see your fear, he didn’t want you to be afraid of him, holding out his hands, trying to show you he wasn’t a threat.

-Your heart was in your ears as more tears fell as Odin reached out to you, as you weren’t responding to any of his questions, inquiring if you were okay. He was going to pick you up and take you back to the infirmary, but all you saw was this scary-looking man’s hands coming towards you.

-You instantly bolted, surprising him with how fast you were, holding your blanket tightly as your mind was just screaming at you to run and hide. You had to get away from him.

-Odin was quick to alert the others who knew about you, keeping your existence hush-hush from everyone other than the fighters, the Valkyries, and a few other gods, like Ares, Hermes, and Aphrodite.

-You saw another man in the distance and for some reason you didn’t feel afraid of this man, who turned, hearing your footsteps, seeing you running with Odin chasing after you, concern on his face.

-Lu Bu instantly kneeled and was surprised when you instantly leapt into his arms, your arms around his neck as far as they would go, your blanket falling to the ground.

-Lu Bu’s hands were very warm as they hugged you carefully, feeling your shaking body, you reeked of fear as you were quick to break down in harsh sobs, clutching tightly at him.

-Odin made it to you both, picking up the blanket as Lu Bu stood, holding you carefully as you trembled from your tears, terrified of Odin, thinking he was like Overhaul as he had those birds with him.

-Odin wasn’t hurt by your lack of trust, as you were a scared child, he wasn’t going to hold that against you, if anything he felt a rage burning inside of him, furious that one so small had been treated in such a way.

-Lu Bu became the only one that you could talk freely to besides Goll, after you became scared of the others again, something Odin regrets.

-Lu Bu was thrown off by your trust in him, he knew he didn’t look like the nicest guy, with his tattoos, scars, pointy teeth, and intimidating disposition, but having that one person that you could trust did start helping you open up.

-With Lu Bu by your side, either by you standing next to him, so you could hide behind his legs, or safely in his arms, you began to open up a bit more with both humans and gods.

-Buddha was quick to get back in your good graces, as was Loki, the two of them giving you all sorts of treats and candy which made your eyes sparkly brightly.

-Zeus doted on you, treating you so gently, and he felt like such an asshole when he asked you what your favorite food was and you looked up at him, “Apples in the shape of bunnies!” the room went silent, a few glances going to Adam and Eve, tension filling the air until Odin gave you what you asked for, making your eyes sparkle as you thanked him, not seeing him as someone so scary anymore.

-None of them were like Overhaul!

-When you were sitting with everyone, who were now beginning to regret this tournament, as they were all coming together as the family you’ve always wanted, Raiden was beaming brightly at you, seeing you stuff your cheeks with rice balls, “Y/N~ can we see a smile?”

-You were in Kojiro’s lap, looking up at him with confusion on your face before you spoke, once your mouth was empty, “Is that the thing you’re doing with your mouth right now?”

-Your words stunned them, smiles falling as your held your cheeks, smooshing your cheeks together.

-Adam kneeled down next to you, giving you a very small smile, “Take your time with this. nobody’s gonna rush you.” You nodded before you turned, holding up a rice ball to Kojiro who smiled warmly, bending over and eat it whole, making a few of the others laugh as you blinked up at him in awe.

-When Ragnarok started, you were nervous, having been told what it was all about, not realizing that many of the members of your new, massive family, were now against it, as that would make you sad.

-You sat in the stands with the other competitors, sitting together in one massive viewing room, so you could watch Thor and Lu Bu face off.

-Your eyes were sparkly when you saw Red Hare, wanting to see the horsey up close.

-Brunnhilde as well as several of the others were concerned with you watching the fights, worried for your mental health, seeing two of your family members, including your favorite, fighting against one another.

-Hercules was hugging you as you sobbed, your arms reaching out for the stadium, “LU BU! NO! DON’T GO!!!” he was vanishing, having been defeated by Thor, who looked ashamed as he was the one who made you cry.

-Your eyes clenched together tightly, and your horn seemed to flare with energy as your quirk activated, “LU BU!!”

-An almost blinding light surrounded you, stunning everyone in attendance just as Lu Bu vanished, the light filling the whole stadium, many of those around you had to shield their eyes.

-In stunned awe, Lu Bu began to reform, piece by piece until he returned, a soft gasp leaving him as he looked down at his hands before he turned to you, seeing the light vanishing as your horn returned to normal and you slumped in Hercules’ arms, unconscious.

-The whole stadium was instantly in an uproar, seeing that you had done, rewinding time, bringing Lu Bu back to life.

-Zeus and Odin were quick to stand in front of Hercules as many gods were shouting, demanding that you be handed over to them.

-Brunnhilde and Thrud ran interference for Hercules as he took you to the infirmary, the tournament now called off as the members of your family had to basically guard the infirmary themselves from the gods who wanted to steal you away for their own selfish means.

-It was three whole days before you finally woke up, feeling a bit dizzy, but hungrier than anything.

-You found yourself once again in the infirmary, as you had been given your own bedroom in the Norse Pantheon, you couldn’t recall how you had gotten here before you remembered Lu Bu and you gasped, whispering out his name as you crawled off the bed and ran for the door.

-The hallway was empty, but it didn’t deter you as you ran for the main hallway, hoping to see someone you knew, but without any luck, seeing that it was also empty.

-You bit your bottom lip lightly, trying to not get discouraged as you started to run, searching for one of your family members, one of the people that you’ve grown to trust, those who keep you safe.

-Unfortunately, you ran into a group of gods who looked like they were sneaking around, and you took a step back, not knowing them as one of the men beamed, “She came to us! Come with us little one, we need your help!”

-Your eyes widened as you remembered those words, ‘we need your help’ from Overhaul, that usually meant they were going to hurt you, they were going to make you use your quirk.

-You quickly turned and ran, your breath coming in short as you were borderline panic attack, tears nearly blinding you as you heard them shouting after you, chasing you, demanding that you stop running.

-You gasped as you slipped while rounding a corner, falling hard, hitting your head, dazing you long enough to grab you, hauling you up the front of your dress.

-You felt blood dripping down your face, mixing with your tears as you tried to scream for help, your voice was stuck.

-“GET AWAY FROM HER!!!” the booming voice seemed to shake everything around and the gods who were holding you tried to run with you, only to be met with a wall on the other side, a wall of pissed off gods and humans.

-You managed to open your eyes, seeing that Zeus had been the one to shout first. Something hit the man who was holding you and instantly you were in Jack’s arms as he leapt back, clutching you tightly to his body, furious to see the color of fear on you.

-You were sobbing, arms wrapped around his neck, you knew you were safe now, but you had been so scared as Brunnhilde told him to get you to the infirmary, as they had all seen you bleeding.

-After Jack patched you up himself, getting you to calm down, helping you wash your face, he smiled gently down at you after he kneeled, “There’s something you need to see, Y/N.”

-You were confused but nodded, allowing him to pick you up and he brought you into the main hall, where you saw everyone waiting for you, relief on their faces as they saw you were okay.

-Jack sat you down and you looked up at him, a bit confused before he pointed and you followed the direction of his finger and you froze, your eyes going wide as you saw Lu Bu standing there, standing next to Thor who was smiling softly.

-You could only mouth his name, unable to vocalize it as more tears welled in your eyes, taking a small step towards him, then another before you ran to him, “Lu Bu!!”

-The man in question kneeled, a smile on his face as many were smiling, Ares and Aphrodite both crying at the scene.

-Everyone then froze, turning white as you tripped, face planting, hands out in front of you and in unison everyone screamed out your name in worry.

-Once you were in Lu Bu’s arms, holding your nose, pouting lightly, “I’m not crying!” which made Loki and Hermes laugh lightly as they were the ones checking on your nose.

-Once they deemed you fine, you turned to face Lu Bu, reaching up to cup his face and he lowered his head, so you could touch him, “You’re really okay…”

-The smile that spread across your lips, a bright, true smile, had many of them collapsing to their knees, holding their chest from cuteness while Ares was bawling loudly, hugging Hercules who was patting his friends’ back lightly.

-Lu Bu couldn’t help but give you a rare soft smile as you hugged his face, now crying happy tears for the first time in your life.

[arcane-ish]

Arcane season 2 - Act 2 Review

through most of the act my feeling was that the pacing was off.

I just hate all the spacy, trippy stuff and it really ruins my enjoyment of the episodes.

Not really enjoying design for Warwick much, I want my fluffy furry Warwick. I also think the spooky horror stuff could be way spookier and more effective.

Ambessa isn't bad but she just isn't that interesting and effective. I think she just doesn't do enough interesting evil stuff compared to Silco.

However, enough meaningful emotional stuff happened in episode 6 to tide over a lot.

I don't buy that Warwick is dead. His whole point is that he has healing factor.

Caitlyn and Vi work really well together. After act 1 I was thinking about posting how the main thing that is missing for me between Vi and Caitlyn as a couple (at least compared to their League counterparts) is a sense of fun and raport. They got that back in episode 6.

Vi versus Ambessa was really fun.

I'm sorry Jayce and Viktor fans, I just like Jayce too little to be at all invested in this storyline. Good for Skye getting screentime I guess. Seriously, I would have gladly deleted that entire storyline fro the show. Just have Jayce, Viktor and Mel survive the explosion and then go off on a spa vaaction all season (sorry Mel fans). I would have gladly swapped all of that for Ekko and Heimer screentime.

Vikto and Singed got the most meaningful discussion on opposing philosophies.

It amuses me that they gave Caitlyn a dedicated training montage with Ambessa just to explain how Caitlyn could hold her own against Vi even though she's generally ranged.

I like Zaun going collectively "I am Spartacus" over Jinx.

I think Isha impersonating Jinx and doing an attack thing is kind of stupid. She is cute enough that she doesn't feel too excessively like a self insert and the way Jinx and Sevika react to her is gold. However, she still feels super contrived.

I'm kind of surprised by the relative friendliness of Singed vis a vis Vander and I was almost relieved when they went to him wanting to sacrifice Vander again in the Viktor camp. Ah, that's my unscupulous evil scientist, just the way I like him.

The Mylo and Claggor ereasure is really sad and I'm not even one of the people who particularly cares about them.

So... Vander and Silco flashbacks. One of the main things I wanted out of season 2. Am I satisfied.

1.) I'm glad that despite what is being said it didn't feel like a cheesy love triangle to me (my nightmare was that they would do Vander x Grayson).

2.) That said, my best case scenario, my biggest wish was actually for the fallout between Vander and Silco to actually be about politics and for us to get to actually let them voice their politics disagreements in an argument. (again more like the discussion between Singed and Viktor).

I like that it didn't violate my headcanons of them too much, however it didn't trigger my meaty thinky thoughts particularly about the political stuff either.

The thing that triggers my brain the most is actually their secret hideout, and it's about half !!!!!!!(/)§/$IHIUAHSIU!!!????"!! and half I'm not sure this makes sense.

How is that thing still preserved so pristinely? How come Silco never went there? I have to many questions!!!! And escaped Warwick went to that place and scratched on the door :( :( :( :(

I feel like I want to point out that Vander thought of Silco even before thinking of the girls (right after the monkey that was their undoing).

I wish we would have gotten to see the number on Silco's miner's badge just to see if his number is right after Vander's number to indicate that they joined at the same time if they are apart.

Can we get Ekko to do that particular time rewind that Jinx is talking about?

[deityoftherain]

love like lavender - Galaxy Duo Oneshot

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Gen

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,129

Summary: Scott and Pearl loved each other, but not in the way their society wanted. Their love for one another was more like lavender, devoted and pure, but not romantic in nature. With pressure from their families and the rest of the ton, the two form a plan... (regency era lavender marriage divorce quartet au)

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Scott’s mother was always a romantic. She would go on and on about how marrying one’s best friend was the best way to guarantee a love match, and how Scott’s father was the love of her life, but Scott had always been a skeptic at that sort of romanticism. He never felt that sort of way about his best friend, even when everyone else seemed to expect it. 

He later found that he fancied other men, not women, so perhaps that had something to do with his lack of attraction the way his mother described it. When it came to men, well… maybe he was a bit of a romantic as well. When Scott was around Martyn, his closest male “friend”, his heart sped up and his stomach did somersaults, but in a strangely pleasant way. He had never felt anything quite like it before, and he didn’t want to lose it any time soon. 

That being said, according to the recent round of gossip spreading throughout the ton, he was head over heels for his best friend, Pearl Moon. It would be laughable, considering what they meant to each other and their affections for other people, and he would have laughed if it wasn’t their best option. Hold on, let’s rewind a bit.

“I just don’t know what to do, Scott!” Pearl pressed her face into Scott’s chest, tears running down her face as her body shuttered with each muffled sob. “Father has barred me from seeing her until I find a husband.”

Scott ran his hand through her hair– she preferred to leave the blonde and brunette locks down and loose, despite her father’s protests– to provide comfort, his sympathies going out to her. As a man of high status, he had more privileges and freedom when it came to marrying than she did. Sure, he knew people talked because he spent so much time with both Pearl and Pearl’s lover, Cleo, without courting either of them, but that was more likely to damage their reputation over his. He wrinkled his nose at that sort of mindset, but changing the mind of their society was not a task he could take on single handedly. Scott’s control of the ton’s collective opinion was rocky on a good day, as much as he wished otherwise.

Luckily, he was able to present himself as honorable, and as one who would never touch a lady like that outside of marriage– not that he would otherwise. At least, not without consent and necessity. Besides, even if his eyes did wander that way, his father was a respected and influential business man. People in the ton would be foolish to go against him and his family name, one that Scott shared.

“‘You’ve spent far too many seasons on the marriage mart, moon pie!’” Pearl started to quote her father as she rolled over on Scott, now using him like a chaise lounge. “‘You can’t keep rejecting or driving away these perfectly respectable suitors!’ I wish he would stop presenting them to me! Or me to them. I don’t fancy any of them.” “As much as you and I understand that you fancying a man is never going to happen,” Scott remindered, though he understood as much as he could her irritation, “your father nor the ton won’t. I doubt such a concept has even crossed their mind.” “I know, I know.” Pearl sighed exasperatedly. “I still don’t like it though. He’s afraid I will become a spinster, but it honestly doesn’t seem so bad of a fate. Cleo and I could become spinsters together, living together away from this town. Maybe we could have a garden together, living off the land so we have less need for a nobleman’s money. We may be known as disgraces and shame our families, but it seems a better fate than being married off to some man! No offense.”

“None taken.” Scott couldn’t help but chuckle, though there was a tinge of bitterness to his tone. Not at Pearl, of course not, but at the situation they were stuck in. “Pearl, I get it. You already know my views on having to marry a lady one day. In fact, I am unsure how much longer I can push off pursuing one before the pressure of providing an heir– a legitimate blood heir– becomes greater, too much to ignore.” “I wish I were a man sometimes,” Pearl confessed after a beat of silence, dragging her finger against the embroidered designs of her dress. “I would be free of the homemaking and social duties required of a woman.”

“I would switch with you if I could.” Scott jutted out his lower lip in a pout, one that made Pearl roll her eyes affectionately at when she glanced over at him. “I am expected to take on Father’s estate, and manage the behind-the-scenes. It involves a lot of maths, Pearl, and you know I’ve never been good at maths.” Pearl snorted at that truth, covering the lower half of face with her hand. “I would try to comfort you by saying that claim is false, but even I am better at maths than you, and you have had  many more lessons in the subject than I.”

“Uh huh, alright, go on,” Scott rolled his eyes as if in annoyance, but his playful smirk said otherwise, “keep rubbing salt in my oozing, infected wound.”

“Hey, I’m just the messenger.” Pearl raised her arms, as if in surrender. 

“Have you brought anything to heal my wound?” Scott continued with the bit. “Lavender, perhaps? It is furiously screaming, painful and full of puss.” “Ew, gross” Pearl whined, half-heartedly pretending to push him away. “I don’t need to hear about your disgusting fake infection.” “You’re the one who rubbed salt into it!” Scott pointed out.

“And I regret it!” Pearl shot back, a shiver running through her body.

“I sure hope so!” Scott gasped as if offended, pretending to clutch his pearls like some of the older women in the ton did when scandalized.

“Ugh, just take your lavender oil,” Pearl dramatized, handing him an imaginary vial of lavender oil to accelerate his fake-wound’s healing, “and leave me be!”

“See, was that so hard?” Scott took the imaginary vial and poured the air-liquid over his heart.

“I hate you so much, actually,” Pearl claimed, though a smile shone on her lips. “I don’t know why we’re friends.” Scott cheekily quipped back, “I love you too!”

The two burst into a fit of giggles as the scene ended, their own ridiculousness knocking them over the edge. Once their amusement died down, Pearl added on to their previous conversation topic, “If it makes you feel better, I’m sure you could throw a better ball than I could.”

“I have no doubt,” Scott agreed as his eyes hazed over with an almost wistful yearning. “I always loved helping Mother design the themes and plan all the details. It is one of the only times I was allowed to spend so much time with her growing up, instead of with my nanny.” “I wish we could do as we pleased, regardless of what is between our legs,” Pearl huffed, “or, I wish we could switch roles, just the two of us, at least.”

“It would make our current predicament easier, but, alas,” Scott almost ended there, but he continued just to humor his best friend, “no matter how many times Martyn and I lay together, a heir won’t be produced. If it were possible, I could talk my way into the church allowing us to marry.”

A shuttering laugh escaped Pearl’s lungs as she attempted to control herself. “If only that were how it worked.”

Yes. If only. Scott couldn’t help but be disappointed that their hypothetical couldn’t be reality. Not out of any wish to be a woman or be with child himself, but simply because their lives would be easier that way.

The two laid as they were for quite awhile, finding peace in their platonic acts of affections and comfort. Scott was startled, however, when Pearl suddenly shot up with her face lighting up as it did when she got an idea. “Scott, you should court me! We should get married.”

“What?” Scott gaped at her, baffled that she even would suggest such an idea. He had thought they were on the same page when it came to their relationship. “Pearl, you know I love you, but not like-”

“Not a love marriage, silly.” Pearl grabbed his hands, practically vibrating from excitement. It was quite darling, Scott must admit. “But they don’t need to know that! We could say we’ve been courting in secret. No one would doubt us! We see each other enough for it, and you know the servants have caught us cuddling more than once.” “This is true,” Scott hummed, beginning to understand where she was going with the idea. “I’m sure there have been rumors of us courting already, so that would help make our lie believable.” “It would be believable anyway, with or without the servant’s gossip,” Pearl dismissed mildly. “Friendship this strong between a gentleman and a lady without romance sparking is almost unheard of. Plus, it’s what they will want to hear. We would only be confirming what they already believe to be true.” Hesitance tugged at Scott’s mind, but he was coming around. “I’m not saying you’re wrong, but–” “But nothing!” Pearl interrupted, bopping her fingertip against his nose and giggling as Scott went cross eyed. “Scott, you’re overthinking it. Stop being anxious for a moment and trust me: a marriage would solve both of our problems.”

“It would get Mother off my back,” Scott considered thoughtfully.

“There you go!” Pearl cheered, accompanied with the clever little giggle she often got when she believed a plan of hers was working out.  

“And, if we get Martyn and Cleo on board, they could marry each other! Or I could marry Cleo, and you Martyn.” Pieces started to fall into place, a more detailed plan already starting to form in Scott’s mind. “If we are all married, the ton’s attention will move off of us. I don’t believe anyone would bat an eye if we chose to live together as two couples, as long as we have a convincing enough story.” “Exactly.” Pearl nodded enthusiastically, extremely pleased and more relaxed than before. She pointed her finger, bouncing it against his chest several times. “Scott, you need to get a ring made for me, or perhaps for Cleo if Martyn would rather fake-court me, and talk to Martyn and Cleo about our plan. Father would kill me if he knew I went to see her after he explicitly told me not to.”

“Don’t you see Martyn tomorrow?” Scott inquired, recalling an event Pearl informed him of previously. “At the banquet his family invited yours too? Perhaps you could ask him then?” “That’s right!” Pearl’s grin only widened at the recall. “I’ll talk to him then, but you need to talk to Cleo for me. Please? And tell her that I miss her presence dearly.”

“I can slip her a letter,” Scott offered, “if you have more to say.”

Scott was almost dazed by how instantly Pearl detached herself from him. She stumbled out of his hold and off the bad, nearly dashing over to the private writing desk Scott kept in his bedroom. “Of course! I shall note my affections for my love now. You do the same so that I may hand him your words at the banquet.” “We should arrange a time for the four of us to gather,” Scott proposed, “so that we may discuss the plan in full before everything gets started. Courting rules will fall into place once we are officially courting, which would restrict us, in a way, placing more attention on our actions.”

Pearl paused her letter writing, furrowing her brow in though. “We won’t be unable to gather as discreetly as we are now.”

“Exactly.” Scott joined her by the parchment, ink, and quill. “I think we should explain in full once we are together, and alone.”

Pearl turned her attention back toward her letter before promptly tearing out what she had already written. She tore the remaining parchment in half, dipped her quill in the ink once more, and then transcribed a few simple lines onto both halves. Once she finished, she picked up one of them and handed it over to Scott. “Ensure this gets to Cleo, and I’ll make sure Martyn sees this. Does the time work for you?” Scott let his gaze drop to Pearl’s handwriting, promptly reading the invitation. It wasn’t very long, but it had enough impact to make him almost giddy with anticipation. “It’s perfect.”

[cal-a-bungaa]

The Realm

The Realm Part 7 - Prince!Jake Kiszka

Synopsis: In the heat of danger, love will always conquer

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of death and war, sexual acts and language, descriptions of child birth, swearing and violence. Fluff.

Enjoy (please don't throw things at me) and thank you to the amazing @capturethechaos for reading it over and to @writingcold for your wonderful commentary and help planning this series!!

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Jake POV

Jake had stepped foot in this room only once before, the night he agreed to become a married man. It was different from Josh’s- his war room. The walls here were decorated in different weapons that had been favored by the late king, no intricately stitched curtains hanging from the windows. It was bleak, cold and the sense of dread flooded his senses for what’s to come. He could tell how uncomfortable she was being in here; the way she stiffened after seeing the collected layer of dust across the table, dragging the tips of her fingers through it. Whether she liked it or not, she’d best get used to it- they’ll both be in here quite a lot until the enemy is defeated. 

The sunsets rose hues beamed through the arched windows, dusting over her soft skin. Even as Jake stares at her in awe, he cannot help but think of the knife that dangles above her head in the shape of a crown. He even thinks of his brother- how Josh loved the color pink, always opting to sniff the coral tinted roses in his private garden. He’d always sneak them into Jake’s chambers though he was adamant of his distaste towards the sweet scented flowers. Now Jake looks back and wishes that he could rewind and have those damn flowers on his nightstand to fall asleep next to. Or even some to give to the woman before him. The rose bushes his brother hid from the groundskeeper have probably all wilted away by now, no longer having the proper care that they need. 

She was silent by the window, taking in the rolling hills and tall mountains in the distance. The sky's color enhanced the lighter streaks in her hair and the color of her lips. He needed to keep her safe like he wished to with Josh, but now he is sure he will even if it costs him his own life. He would rather a sword pierce his heart than have it shatter all over again. Jake would rather cough up his own blood than to have his hands covered in others that he loves. He leans his hip into the hardwood, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“You’re scared.” Jake says, taking in her figure. Her stiff shoulders, and the way her teeth chew into her bottom lip are dead giveaways of her fear. 

He sees the way she immediately tries to fix her posture. “I am not.” Jake rolls his eyes. 

Jake doesn’t say anything else, opting to approach her from behind. He sees her reflection in the glass, eyes so unsure of what’s to come and what will happen to either of them. It’s clear to him that she doesn’t want him to die, but she’s not ready to die herself. His fingertips run down the expanse of her arm, sending shivers down her spine at the contact. 

“I am a feather disguised as steel…” Jake furrows his brows, confused on why she switched so suddenly. The queen before him has curled back in on herself to be the quiet princess she once was. 

Jake takes hold of her wrist, spinning her towards him. She refuses to meet his eyes, succumbing to the thought that she is weak. He reaches out to slowly lift her chin. “You are steel, not even I can break through,” She shakes her head in disagreement, “Don’t do that. Do not doubt yourself. You are strong if you will yourself to be.”

She shakes his grip off, fuming at his words. “I am sick to death of hearing how strong I am.” The queen before him was fuming and he did not know how to calm her. He believed her to be strong regardless of what he had said in their heated moments. She was nothing close to being a feather. 

If she wished to be a feather then so be it- Jake would take it upon himself to be the steel, but she can be her own if she only believed it so. He couldn’t do anything besides nod and remain silent, not wanting to push the topic. She turns back towards the window, promptly ignoring his remaining presence. The rose sky had darked to a purple, letting the stars shine through and the only light to illuminate the room being the flickering flames of melting candles. He wanted to assure her that she had that strength and bravery hidden within herself, she showed that side to him hours ago. Circling him with his own sword was strength in itself, it was a wonder to him how she could believe such a thing. Jake had placed both palms on the smooth wooden surface of the war table, letting his eyes fall over the map laid out. In the east corner of the map, a strange marking presented itself. Looking closer at it, the name of the landmark had been scratched out with ink. Possibly a fallen kingdom, abandoned fort or village, Jake is not sure. The map that Josh had laid out for the attack on Weria showed no such thing. 

A knock rang through the ever so silent room, her council seconds later piling into the dreary room. It felt as if he was reliving the past. Except for the fact that his brother was not beside him and won’t be again. She’d stepped forward, taking her spot next to Jake. All eyes rested upon her with questions, doubt, and impatience. It angered the king by just their stares, if anyone dared speak a belittling word towards her, they’d be dead on the cold floor instantly. 

She took another step forward, placing her palms on the table as well. “As you all have heard, there is a threat out there that wishes death upon the king and I,” She speaks unwavering. Her pinky stretches out, ever so lightly brushing against his own. “We must put an end to this newfound enemy before more damage to the realm can be done.” 

Jake takes it upon himself to shift his hand closer to hers, pinkies now linked together for everyone to see. He coughs before speaking up, “I will be on the frontlines as that is what I know, I will fight to keep us safe.” he glances over to his queen, seeing a twitch in the corner of her mouth. 

“Your majesties, if I may,” the councilman pauses, “how are we to know where this enemy lies? If we do not know, we cannot plan.”

Jake can tell a condescending tone as if he could see it, he’d grown up around it being a spare but for them to talk to her as such was not something he’d tolerate. “Send units out to scour the woods, search every abandoned building. We could even send parties to this area.” Jake points to the scribbled out lettering. 

All eyes slightly widen at his suggestion. Panic and tension in the room quickly rises when she peels her hand from his. Jake quirks an eyebrow at her, confused on everything that is currently happening. 

“Sir Jake, with all respect, we do not enter that area. It is a place of death and ruin.”

Her touch reappears on the small of his back. He can finally feel her touch through the thin linen drawstring shirt he changed to. Jake wants to return subtle touches, but is too far invested in why that particular area makes everyone spiral into a panic. 

“And with all respect, that is our best option. There must be a reason as to why and how the enemy travels so silently to Weria.” Jake snaps back with a condescending tone of his own. If the councilman could without having his head removed or being thrown in the dungeons, he'd probably laugh at a spare and a queen directing them through a war. 

For a moment Jake thinks he has defeated the council in their fight to reject that idea. “You do not know the land like we do, do not speak as if you do.”

Jake feels her nails sink into the skin of his back, a sign of her irritation. He has to swallow a groan at the pain, but also the shooting ropes of pleasure that travel to his cock. 

“Councilman, you will not speak to your king as such. Mind your mouth.” your king. That has Jake acting out of reflex, reaching around her to place his hand on the small of back, dipping his hand a little too low in a room full of people. 

Looking over at her, he finds her already searching for his eyes. There’s a daring look swirling within them, hypnotizing Jake into pushing it further. At her silent command, his hand slides down the curve of her ass, gripping it tightly- surely enough to leave little bruises. She was his queen even if in this lifetime they were not to be wed. He wanted to feel more of her- more of her touch, for her to feel more of his and to hear the angelic sounds she’d let out beneath him. 

The councilmen all continued on about how that area was off limits and no one should dare enter unless they had a death wish. Jake could see the annoyance on her face, matching his own. “We will send men there and that is final. You best trust your king's word, next time will not be excused.” She threatens. 

With a wave of her hand, they bow their heads and leave. Not a single one of them agreed, but didn’t argue after their queen spoke against them. Jake squeezes the flesh of her ass once more before removing his hand from her all together. He takes steps away from her, examining her as she stands agitated before him because of this war and because he neglects her of what she wants. 

She stares him down, no longer wanting to be the first to make such a daring move. She wanted him to show her how he needed her to want him. But Jake wasn’t going to give it to her so easily.

“Let me show you to your chambers, my queen.” he shoots her a sly grin, lending out his hand for her to take. 

The queen squints her eyes, huffing out a breath. “I think I’ll stay here awhile, thank you.” Jake’s grin grows hearing how disheartened she is at what she takes is his rejection of her.

“Would you rather me ravish you here?” He cocks his head at her. 

A blush spread across her cheeks. Even after clearing her throat, her voice still cracks, “Perhaps I would.”

Jake steps towards her, not yet wanting to be too close to her as he’d give in to his desires. He wanted to make it last- wanted to look at her- to see all of those gorgeous expressions she’ll make when he does touch her. 

“Then tell me what you’d like for me to do.”

She wets her lips, “Love me.”

Jake couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. In quick strides he wrapped himself around her, letting his heart lead him to the one thing it now called home. His hands encased her cheeks, pushing his lips to hers. Her hands tangle themselves in the fabric of his loose shirt that hides little to the imagination. Jake’s tongue swipes against her bottom lip, wanting to taste more of her. She quickly responds, taking a taste for herself too. Both of them devour each other, taking in everything the other has to give- an outpour of their love. 

“Jake… please.” she whispers against his lips, slick with her saliva. 

He parts from her, seeing the desperation and need in her eyes. He travels on hand from her face to rest on her waist. “You are a queen, do not beg, my love.”

She takes that in, letting it sink in her mind that she has the power over him body and soul. She fully parts from him, lifting herself onto the surface of the table. Jake watches her in awe, seeing how disheveled she is by just sharing a kiss. She no longer simply wants him, she needs him.  His queen teases him, spreading her legs and ever so slowly lifting the hem of her dress to reveal her perfect legs. A few bruises paint her skin, he is sure from the night she spoke about when the cut on her neck was made. 

Jake wishes she would hurry and reveal herself to him, but he appreciates getting to view every little part there is to her. Once she pulls the dress to her thighs, the king sinks to his knees- a forbidden act upon royals. No man or woman that dons a crown may sink to their knees before anyone- not even another royal. Jake would break that absurd law as many times as she would let him. 

His palms smooth over the expanse of her legs, from her calves to her plush thighs. Their final destination are her knees, slightly pushing them apart for him to fit between them. Jake stares into her lustful eyes, giving the inside of her knee a kiss, letting his tongue peak out to wet her skin. He can see the rise and fall of her chest- the way she is trying to not fall apart at the simplest of things. 

Jake rests his head on her thigh, letting himself appreciate the woman that towered over him. “If only you could see what I see- you are so beautiful.”

“I’m quite happy with my view.” She flashes him that smile that he hasn’t seen in far too long. A genuine smile, one that radiates light like his brothers. 

The king lets himself smile back at her, rising back to his feet. Jake feels his desires running wild, needing to calm them down by backing away from what’s tempting him most. Meeting at eye level again, he leans his forehead into hers. His breathing is uneven as is hers. Jake’s eyes close and lifts his head to press a feathery light kiss to the crown of her head. 

“I will not take what is yours from you just yet.”

With that, Jake separates himself from her completely. He watches the way she becomes aware of what he’s said and the shyness he knew hadn’t left her return. She awkwardly shuffles around, fixing herself to look presentable. Dare he say it was quite adorable watching her frantically fix her dress and hair to make it look like treasonous acts hadn’t just taken place in here. New wrinkles had formed in the fabric of her gown and strands of her hair poked out in odd directions. 

“In time, love. I simply wish to give you all of my love before my cock.” The queen's eyes widened in horror at his vulgarity. Her face turned beet red in embarrassment. Jake chuckled.

“Jacob! You mustn't speak like that!” She whisper-yells at him as if anyone was truly listening in on their conversation. 

He releases a belly laugh at her reaction, she truly was so pure. It was as if she wasn’t just hiking up her skirts to reveal herself to him, begging for him to ravish her right on that table. There was still so much to learn about her and he was excited to take this ride with her. 

Jake coughs, letting himself calm down from his fit of laughter. “Let me take you to your chambers.”

She doesn’t respond, still embarrassed. The beautiful girl turns her back and makes her way to the doors that lead to the darkened hallway lined with guards.

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You wanted him to take what was yours. The real battle was coming soon and if Jake was to be on the front lines, who knew if he’d make it back to you. You’re scared that you will live the rest of your life without knowing him. You’re more than aware that there is much to make up for before that point, but the way you were testing each other in the war room had you worked up in a way you’d never felt before meeting Jake.

His footsteps echoed your own, but you were far too sheepish to look back at him. You wanted his hand in yours, but without having to ask him brought on a new problem. Jake was watching you, you could feel his eyes burning holes through your dress as you walked. His stare reignited that fire within your core without having to turn back. Just his presence alone was a safety net, one you could fall into and be swallowed whole. You were sure Jake could see the way you clench your fists, bunching up the ruined fabric of your dress. His sole being is enough to have your knees shaking and heart drumming against your chest- he doesn’t have to say a word or lay a single finger upon your skin. 

Guards follow five steps behind Jake, ensuring your safety and his. The amount of guards with you at all times has now been upped by the demand of the king himself, putting his men to work at protecting you. It is not long before the door of your chambers comes into your line of sight. What lurked behind the doors still had you petrified- unable to step one foot in without wanting to search every crevice of the room. Rats lay low, they stay hidden away from the naked eye. You did not want them to reappear and this time have a fatal victory. 

You hesitate to grab the handle to open the doors, not wanting to see what waits for you inside. Slowly you turn your head back to look at Jake who seems more or less unbothered, unaware of your uneasiness. But his actions tell you otherwise, his simple nod for you to open the doors is reassuring. You knew with him around, nothing would harm you. 

The dark room was coated with a sweet scent of roses, the one you found so comforting once upon a time. The moon's light shines ever so brightly through the windows. Your box of memories remains open on the floor, its contents scattered around it. If Jake were to see you’ve kept such ridiculous items, he’d laugh and taunt you for ages. But in the moment you could care less, you needed him with you more than ever. 

You shook your head back at him, speaking to him in silence that you could not enter. “Please stay for the night.” you whisper. 

The corners of his lips turn upwards. “And what would the councilmen think of you inviting me into your chambers?” Jake jests. You knew it was him poking fun, trying to lighten your heavy heart but you simply needed him to watch over you in the night. 

“Jake, I’m not strong- I’m afraid.”

His warmth washes over you, allowing some of your unease to dissipate. “I will not let you be harmed,” His tone has softened greatly. Jake’s hand finds its place on the small of your back, gently ushering you into the room. “I will stay.”

You knew of the rumors that would spread from this, but that is beyond you. As long as you could safely sleep beside the one you wanted most, you’d deal with anything thrown at the two of you. Jake guides you into the darkened room, making haste to shut the door behind him and lighting the candles on your bedside table. 

There’s be many times in the past that you have shared a bed with Jake, but tonight felt different. The two of you have been through so much that it almost felt wrong at this time to even consider reliving these moments. You watched him pace around the room, finding the different sources of light so the dark could not cause any more damage to your mind. It felt so domestic to have him this way. It felt too real- too soon and too calm. 

As Jake goes to light the last candle on its stand, he looks back over his shoulder at you. “You’ll be uncomfortable sleeping in that.” He looks you up and down. 

For the umpteenth time that night a blush rises to your cheeks. He was right of course, but to change before him when he has never seen your body was another challenge that you thought you were ready to face. Bravery was not something you held within you, it was a mere act for people to not look down upon your ruling. Jake didn’t bother turning back to the melted candle, keeping his focus on you. 

“Look away then.” and he does as you wish. 

You reach behind you to untie the corset that secured the dress to your body. Unable to reach the ribbon that lies between your shoulder blades. You huff in annoyance, succumbing to the fact that you will need help to be released from the imprisonment you forced yourself into. 

“Help, please…” you say in a hushed tone. 

It’s as if he were waiting for you to ask for his assistance, whipping around to grab the ribbon and pull it from its knot slowly. His fingertips brush against the skin of your back with each loosening of each crossover. What felt like forever was just a few seconds, he quickly but smoothly made work of the corset. When it was fully undone, the sleeves of your dress dropped, revealing your bare shoulders to him and the crisp night air. 

Before leaving you to strip bare and change, Jake plants a wet kiss on each of your shoulders. Your heart felt like it was going to burst through your chest at his affections. Though he was in your room with you was familiar, there was a shift in the air- something more heartfelt and heavy. Once you feel his gaze leave you, you drop your dress to pool at your feet on the bear skin rug. You step out of the melted fabric and out of the painful heels you donned all day. Your nightgown rested on the back of your desk chair. You slipped it over quickly, afraid of what would happen if Jake were to see you in such a scandalous state- not that he hadn’t earlier, but now would be the time something more was going to happen if it were. 

The small mirror on your desk showed your reflection in it, the way you wore such a remarkable staple on your head while being in a place that you could not hold onto it too tightly without cutting through your palms. You watch it be removed from your body to rest on the grainy old wood, not the best place for it to go but it wasn’t very precious to you. You see the way your styled locks roll down to their rightful place. Being like this made you feel normaal, like a kingdom didn’t lay its lives upon you. You’d wondered if Jake felt the same being in the same position or if it had truly sunk in for him yet. 

“Quit judging yourself, you’re beautiful,” Jake’s voice startles you, having forgotten he was even in the same room. “Come to bed.”

What you would give to hear those words for the remainder of your days was above you. He made it sound like heaven to lay beside him every night and fall asleep to the sound of his steady breathing. On a normal night you’d let the handmaids brush through your hair and scrub you down, but tonight you couldn’t be bothered to look perfect. You wanted him to see you and only you. The real you. 

The way he laid so contently in your bed gave you hope in how this could be your view for eternity. His arms were crossed behind his head, one leg propped up on the other. He looked gorgeous. It’s one of the few times you’ve seen him fully relaxed. His gaze follows you as you approach the opposite side of the bed. You go to lift the layers of blankets only to be beaten to it, Jake peels them back for you. Slithering into bed, he shifts to his side, hand holding his head up and the other reaching to smooth your wild hair. 

No other words are said that night, you can see his lips moving but cannot make out what he’s saying. Your eyes grow heavy and eventually everything around you fades to black. 

_____

You stand in the long hallway of your home, the one that leads to your mother and fathers chambers. Loud painful cries erupt from behind the closed doors. You can see the uneasiness in the guards standing watch and in the castle staff that are gathered outside the room. In the distance, you can recognise the voices from inside the room- you mother and your father, speaking to one another. One was panicked and the other calming and reassuring. Groans of pain come from one of them. 

In a state of panic you race towards the room, shoving those who block your path out of your way. You go to push the doors open only to find you fall right through them. On your hands and knees, you look up to see a terrifying scene. Your mother laid on the grand bed, face as a white as a ghost in a pool of blood with sweat shining on her forehead. Your father held one of her hands in both of his to his mouth, his eyes told you that he was scared. 

Doctors and nurses stood at the foot of the bed between your mothers legs, giving her signs of when she should start again. To your horror, your mothers screams come again but louder now that you have a  front row seat to this gruesome scene. Her body lifts from the pile of pillows that held her weight, squeezing the life from your fathers hand. 

Eventually it all went silent for a moment. A moment of fear washed over all of their faces. The doctor held something you could not see. Your mother had started to cry, tears rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face in your fathers chest. Even his eyes turned red, fearing the worst. But then a shrill cry filled the silent room. 

“It’s a boy your majesties!”

A commotion happens and you see that eventually your mother takes hold of the babe, cradling him in her arms. She looked at him with such adoration. She used to look at you that same way. 

“Well, hello there Prince Daniel.” The first born son of Weria and the first of his name.

__________

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[oseaflower]

Specter Module - Dim Candlelight

So my dear friend @orpheusfumi and I were discussing Specter's module story, and I thought it might be good to collate our thoughts and interpretations. Neither of us are meta/analysis writers and I would say these are personal impressions more than anything, so if others have additional/differing opinions do feel free to share :)

We'll start off with the module text and what it says quite plainly, how we interpreted that, possible symbolism and alternate interpretations, in that order. Screenshots are courtesy of the akgcc story reader. If the image descriptions or images themselves are hard to read, please make use of the link. The rest is under the cut. It is quite long.

The Module (Basics)

Right away, we can glean that the candle holder is metaphorical. The Medical Department operators did not give it to Specter, and though it is a "vile gift" that "should not be here," she clutches it tight nonetheless. We'll return to the candle holder at the end, because it can be taken in different ways.

The Rhodes Medical Department operators are the ones attempting to heal her ego, which would directly relate to bringing Laurentina back from within Specter. As they are healers attempting to help, they would not be the ones to bring this "vile gift." Interestingly, in the JP ver it isn't called vile but in bad taste (悪趣味なプレゼント

Another possible interpretation with the EN usage of 'vile' is that Specter's train of thought is interrupted, and the last 'they' refers to the Church of the Deep cultists; while things given by Rhodes are by default taken to be 'vile' in a way. Aligned with the Church, she would not consider any of their gifts to be bad; and with the effect this candle holder has on her later in the module, it can be likened to the anti-psychosis medicine or whatever other treatment that Rhodes is helping with, and vile by association with them.

Interestingly, in the JP ver it isn't called vile but in bad taste (悪趣味なプレゼント), which reads much differently than 'vile' imo, and also clarifies that she didn't think anyone from Rhodes brought her the candle holder.

Again, a candlelight that one can touch and feel no warmth from is likely either a hallucination or signals that something is very wrong with one's senses (with Specter's profile information, this may also hold true, but within battle). In this case, as no battle is taking place, we can assume that it is a hallucination of sorts, a metaphor for something deeper and related to Specter's psyche: touching it beckons a "momentary lucidity and tranquility." Her throat, too, is not cut open where she is physically (likely in her own bed at the treatment ward) but we can assume that she feels a pain akin to that of her throat being cut open, or memories of the same surface. The candlelight can be seen to have had an immense effect on Specter to make her experience - or indeed relive, through memories - things on this scale. "Zealotry" likely relates to the Church of the Deep, in the darkness, which stops screaming to her in this moment when her nun's habit is set alight.

This part can be interpreted a couple of different ways, but let's return to it in a bit.

Through the candlelight, which has been established to be something that Specter saw as vile but important (from the way she clutches it), and has an incredible amount of effect on her, Specter "looks within." She sees Laurentina. This can be taken as a change of perspective as well, with Laurentina winning over Specter and experiencing her own memories, but the important takeaway is that Specter is present as the one looking through the candlelight, and still the one who 'sees.'

The description 'Stygian' has been used in a couple of places (if I remember correctly, very briefly in Phantom's vignette in Rewinding Breeze and Whisperain's promotion 1 dialogue), and straightforwardly relates to the Iberian sea. This can be taken two ways - one of Laurentina sculpting, and the other is her fighting the seaborn the same way she makes her art. We are inclined to believe it is the former, because the "figure freed from raw stone" part directly could relate to Laurentina having carved out a figure out of stone, which is the statue she stands before. The use of "chisels," an act involved while sculpting from stone, invokes the same act of sculpting. In the "alcove," the place where the shadow of the statue falls, is Laurentina's workplace.

This shadow is likely not a literal shadow, since Specter the Unchained's archive 3 and her oprec talk of a "snow-white sculpture," an "eternal giant," that made her realise what true art and beauty was, and the statue found a home in her heart (enough to be a 'shadow'), inspiring her to become a sculptor. So it isn't something Laurentina herself made at all (she was only ever an apprentice, and in the oprec talks about how hard it would be to make a large sculpture in Aegir).

This part is more clearly about Laurentina as an abyssal hunter, and the hunters battling their seaborn enemies. With the mention of singing, we can assume it's likely the fateful battle against Ishar'mla...

...and after, Laurentina getting captured and experimented upon by the Church cultists. The statue weeping behind the candle holder, a candle holder which is likely not real, can be interpreted as relating to Laurentina's mental state and Specter visualising it.

Specter slicing apart Laurentina refers to the birth of Specter's persona, her ego that rends Laurentina apart in a way different to the physical slicing and mending. Laurentina's love for art, her sense of self, gets discarded (shown by the weeping statue), and "the seeds of dry land take root within her body" (originium), so she becomes infected. This is important as this is something that Specter, a personality that protects Laurentina's mind, cannot protect their body against. All she can really do is pray, and in this there is some common ground, with Laurentina's memory of the statue that inspired her to sculpt likened to "prayer" and "hope" in her oprec, and Specter's own actual prayers understood by none.

Specter prays as she appears to 'recall' this, because it may come with the realisation that the Church of the Deep used Specter to completely replace Laurentina, Specter's 'zealotry' (becoming a nun) replacing everything that Laurentina was.

And finally, the candleholder is struck down, melting into the lights of the corridor. We are back in the physical space of the treatment ward. Orpheusfumi said this part is likely when Gladiia came into her room, possibly at the start of Under Tides, and took 'Specter' away, allowing Specter to dream peacefully.

Interpretations

Now, returning to the second image.

"A momentary lucidity and tranquility race ashore like foam. The edges of the waves[...]"

In Specter the Unchained's profile archive 1 and first oprec respectively, we learn how the tides of her hometown helped her gain her memories back, and that being close enough to the sea to hear and smell it keeps her stable. The "edges of the waves" in this module, then, likely relate to the reawakening of Laurentina that accompanies and is expressed by the water racing ashore; the edges are the fluid boundary between Laurentina and Specter. The more the waves encroach on the land, the stronger Laurentina's presence seems to get. The sea also extinguishes the zealotry instilled in the nun Specter by the Church of the Deep. The sea and waves in the module, then, can be interpreted as Laurentina's consciousness. At the end of the module, "a familiar scent," likely refers to the smell of the sea brought in by Gladiia. Specter's nun habit is set alight as Laurentina stirs to consciousness, but Specter is not yet gone, because she looks within at her memories through the candlelight.

The candle flame is a medium, a sort of in-between for Specter to look at Laurentina, her other half. When Laurentina's memories are explored it is not yet that Laurentina surfaced immediately (there is likely no binary switch between one or the other), it is that Specter is looking within at Laurentina, at her memories, as Laurentina regains them in the process of waking up. One needs to remember oneself before one awakens. Like the ebb and flow of the tides, Laurentina and Specter's conscious pushes and pulls, and the candlelight is the space in between, where Laurentina's memories can be seen by Specter. It is a sort of 'conversation,' without many words, where they seem to reach a sort of understanding.

The module, overall, is quite clearly about them becoming one, but this is just one of the ways you can see the process of acceptance of the self. Orpheusfumi said it could be the moment referenced in their skin description:

"When both are aware of their dual nature, Laurentina possesses a soul most complete, like unto the twin moons."

Hereafter we get into different interpretational territory, regarding the symbolism of the candles and the candleholder.

Perhaps the candles here are Laurentina's mind and soul. Specter clutching the candleholder tight may refer to how she was born to protect Laurentina (the candles). Who 'has' the candle holder and who 'is' the candle changes in the module, and the candle holder appearing when it isn't supposed to is a sort of indication that Specter does not understand why Laurentina is awakening when she isn't supposed to. Typical depictions of candle holders often have three candles, and at the end of the module Specter refers to herself the 'fourth flame' burning atop the candle holder. If we go by the three candles theory, Specter is an anomaly - id, ego, superego and Specter. Or perhaps Laurentina's mind, soul, body, and Specter's mind. They share the other two.

It is also worth noting that while the candle holder is struck down at the end, the flames do not go anywhere - contrarily, they become the lights of the corridor. This can be interpreted as the flames that are Laurentina, once restricted to the candles of the candleholder which hardly ever appears (much like Laurentina's mind herself, usually not there at all) now shine bright throughout the space Specter can perceive, and Specter is now on the candleholder. The flame (Laurentina) becomes, wakes up, no longer needs the 'protection' of the candleholder. Thus, when Specter was looking within, through the candlelight, she was finding Laurentina, her memories, inside herself and the body they share. As Laurentina wakes up after so long, she recalls her memories, and Specter views them with her. If you view them as a system, then whoever can view the candles can be said to be fronting, and whoever is one of the flames is not.

The titular dim candlelight is then the previous dimness of Laurentina's ego, which is now lighting up everything.

...Alternatively.

The candle holder could be related to faith. Not exactly the faith that was 'given' to Specter by the Church of the Deep, but the faith and hope that allowed her to survive, her own understanding of faith. It could be similar to how people light up candles during prayer at Church (another friend was reminded of the Paschal candle - where the light of the candle is life, dispelling darkness which is death). This can also be why it is called a "vile gift" (or in bad taste, because it reminds her of her time in the church).

Specter "clutches the candle holder tight" towards the start of the module, holding onto the faith within herself because it had let her survive thus far, and it forms the foundation of her willpower. In the module we see her interpreting it and molding it to accommodate Laurentina first and foremost. Specter's faith is an abstract concept that calms her down and gives her strength in the present (the repeated mention of her praying in this module); it is what lets her hold onto the self and protect Laurentina. At the same time, the origin of this faith - the Church of the Deep - was what split them in the first place. I think the "liturgical meanings discerned by none" part can (aside from the fact that it might just be there's no one from the Church of the Deep in immediate vicinity) allude to the fact that her prayers here in this module are not the Church's prayers; they're her own and thus cannot be understood by another: her form of faith is her own. Specter's trust 2 line, shows that she has her own view of understanding the Church's teachings as well, and can be interpreted as her cutting the seaborn is what she thinks gives them salvation, and this logic is how she retains part of Laurentina's identity as an abyssal hunter opposing the seaborn.

Then, the mention of zealotry could be taken as the hold the church's belief had on her, and "scorched sun-dry in darkness" could refer to how this very faith, the candlelight, was what scorched her. The candlelight was so strong it overwhelmed and scorched the person that was (Specter replacing Laurentina). And now that Specter faces this faith again, looks within, she comes to terms with how it came about, and makes this faith her own through confronting it. Introspection that makes one reevaluate their faith, if you will.

This zealotry is snuffed out when the waves (Laurentina) wash over her. The flame burns away her nuns habit, as her faith is not tied to the church but to Laurentina. Laurentina's memories while she wakes up, which Specter looks at through the candlelight which is as her own faith (emotions? will?) that leads her to protect Laurentina. Through these memories, Specter remembers the origin of the faith that she made her own and how it was used to hurt ("slice apart") Laurentina in the first place, and prays.

At the very end, this time when she looks within, Laurentina is awake, and looking 'within' is actually looking outside through Laurentina's eyes at the treatment ward. Looking 'within' for specter is simply looking at her faith, at Laurentina.

This is just an alternative interpretation which is probably not too strong unless you subscribe to the idea that "Specter is devoted to Laurentina in a manner that can be parallel to a nun to her faith." And similarly, orpheusfumi and I agree that Laurentina is also devoted to Specter the way an artist is to her art, and wants to understand her in the same way. Their love for each other can be likened to devotion, but in different forms, because they are different people.

[rosiesramblings]

Growing Out of It

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steddie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Here is my squealing santa submission for @apricots-and-dynamite !!!!! Happy holidays! I hope you like your fic! And thank you to Hypah for organizing this whole thing this year. 10/10

It was a typical summer day in Forest Hills trailer park. Far too hot to stay inside the stifling trailer, Steve was lying on an old beach towel in the shade, lazily watching Eddie and Dustin wrestle as though it wasn’t hot enough to fry an egg on concrete. Max sat near Steve, fiddling with her Walkman, and Robin and Nancy were both holding cold cans of Coke against the backs of their necks as they chattered about college.

Steve didn’t know it yet, but he was about to make, quite possibly,  the biggest mistake of his life. Actually, scratch that, rewind - the biggest mistake barring anything before he stopped being an asshole.

A shriek from Dustin indicated that Eddie had decided to play dirty, and the giggles and protests that followed soon after told Steve that Eddie was inclined to absolutely wreck the brat, summer heat be damned. Steve smiled to himself as he secretly basked in the sound of Dustin acting like a normal kid.

“You’re smiling like a weirdo,” Max said, nudging Steve with her flip flop. “You’d better not be getting all sentimental over there, Harrington.”

“Why, Max Mayfield, are you promoting toxic masculinity?” Steve asked, running a hand through his damp hair and proud that he remembered the phrase from when Eddie explained it last week.

“Uh, no. I don’t like anyone getting emotional, not just men. I am all for everyone shutting the fuck up, all the time,” Max declared, and Steve cackled.

Eddie finally released Dustin with a ruffle to his hair, and the boy stumbled toward Steve, still sporting a wobbly smile. “Steve, Eddie’s being mean to me,” Dustin whined.

Eddie snorted, “Lies and slander! Libel! You just need to learn to respect your elders, my little sheep.”

Steve smiled, reaching out to poke Dustin’s side. “Seriously, Dust, your life is going to be sooo much easier once you grow out of that.”

Dustin’s brows furrowed. “Grow out of what?”

“Being ticklish,” Steve said, gesturing to Dustin like it should have been obvious.

From behind Dustin, Steve registered an unfamiliar look on Eddie’s face.

“What are you talking about, Steve?” Dustin looked at him like he had suggested Dustin try to grow wings and fly. 

“I’m saying, once you grow out of being ticklish, Eddie will have to find another way to torture you,” Steve explained, throwing an arm over his eyes to signal it was the end of the conversation.

However, he could still hear the mischief in Eddie’s voice, sounding much closer than he had been a few moments ago, “Harrington…” he said, slowly, and the warning bells went off in Steve’s mind. He opened his eyes and pushed himself up on his elbows, finding a slow grin spreading on Eddie’s face. “Are you telling me you ‘grew out’ of being ticklish?”

“Uh, yeah? Didn’t everyone?” Steve looked around nervously. “It’s a kid thing. We all grow out of it eventually.”

“Uh huh,” Eddie said, still grinning. “And when was the last time someone tried to tickle you?”

Steve furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how that would be relevant. “I don’t know, dude, Tommy and I would play-fight in middle school, but probably not since then.”

Off to the side, Nancy and Robin had paused their conversation and were observing the scene before them, interested. Robin had a grin, not unsimilar to Eddie’s, creeping up on her face, while Nancy looked a little like a sad puppy, the way she often did when Steve brought up his childhood.

“Really? It’s been that long?” Nancy asked quietly.

“Yeah? But I really don’t see what that has to - oof!” The breath was knocked out of Steve as Eddie suddenly plopped down on top of him, knees on either side of Steve’s hips. “Eddie? What-“ Steve jackknifed up into an almost-sitting position when Eddie clawed at his tummy.

Three thoughts occurred to Steve simultaneously. First, he was very close to Eddie’s lips, and a large part of him would like to be even closer. Second, he might have missed the mark with the whole ‘I grew out of being ticklish,’ idea. Third, if the evil grin on Eddie’s face was any indication, Steve was absolutely fucked.

“Quite an interesting theory you’ve got there, Stevie,” Eddie drawled as he pushed Steve back down. “However, everyone knows that a good theory needs to be tested.”

Steve was so focused on how hot it was that Eddie had him pinned that he barely registered what Eddie was saying. Without any more preamble, Eddie darted both hands into Steve’s underarms and wiggled his fingers.

Steve’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “FUCK!” he exclaimed before collapsing into laughter. Holy shit, it felt like his nerves were crackling with electricity. This was far from Tommy’s quick pokes from middle school wrestling matches. This was so, so much worse.

“What is this?” Steve managed to ask between rounds of snickers.

Eddie snorted at how baffled Steve sounded, even through his laughter. “This, Stevie, is evidence that you were wrong.” Then, he wretched his hands out of Steve’s underarms and scribbled over his ribs and sides.

Steve laughed harder, squirming fruitlessly to try and escape Eddie’s fingers. “Oh my GOD,” he gasped out when Eddie found a spot in the middle of his ribcage that made him arch his back helplessly.

Eddie laughed along with him. “Want to rethink that hypothesis there, sweetheart?” One hand still at his ribs, Eddie reached up to flutter his fingers at Steve’s neck, which made him scrunch up his shoulders with a giggle and pull his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Steve’s mouth shot open moments later with a shriek of, “Dustin!” before his cackling was redoubled. Eddie looked down and saw that Dustin had latched onto the muscle above Steve’s knee and was squeezing ruthlessly.

“Ooooo, did the shrimp find a bad spot?” Eddie teased, voice syrup-sweet. Steve shook his head back and forth, cheeks darkening.

“Fuck OFF,” Steve yelped, squirming harder now that he seemed to have remembered they weren’t alone.

“Still think you grew out of it?” Eddie taunted as he took the hint and gave one final scribble to Steve’s ribs before rolling to lay down beside him. Steve, still giggling, curled up on his side and hugged his knees to his chest. Dustin ruffled Steve’s hair, and Steve was too preoccupied with chasing away the last of the ghost tickles to dodge his hand.

Catching his breath, Steve gazed at Eddie. “Yeah, I might have missed the mark on that one,” he said seriously, before breaking into a grin. “Although,” he said, scrambling to straddle Eddie. “If I didn’t grow out of it… I would bet that you didn’t either, Munson.”

Eddie just smiled.

[skyward-floored]

I wanted to ask what the Zeldas powers are in IAU? Maybe there's a list I missed, but because they don't tend to feature as heavily as the boys, I haven't been able to keep them straight in my head lol

I think I made a list a while ago but I have nooooo clue where it went XD And I don’t blame you lol, I seriously need to write more with them. I have a bunch of ideas that feature Zeldas, I just keep getting ones with the boys too and those tend to be what I end up working on 😔 But anyway, messy list!

Sun (Sky’s Zelda): her powers are a little weird, but basically she can use music (via either instrument or her voice) and cause different effects/attacks. sort of like Sheik’s attacks in hw.

Artemis (Warriors’s Zelda): intangibility, the power to go through any solid object and make herself completely untouchable. She can also make other things intangible, but it takes as much energy as it would to pick up that item (so a purse or something? Easy. A person? Harder, but still doable. A building? ...nope.)

Lullaby (Time’s Zelda): she’s powerless, but don’t underestimate her, you’ll regret it.

Dot (Four’s Zelda): she can shrink all tiny, down to the size of a mouse :)

Dawn & Aurora (Hyrule’s Zeldas): they both give off the vibe of being powerless to me, Dawn especially, but I wouldn’t be adverse to maybe giving one of them something. Probably Aurora between the two.

Dusk (Twilight’s Zelda): I’m thinking she’s powerless— that or she has a fairly understated power. Especially since in canon while she’s willing to fight, her whole thing was sort of the fact that she chose not to in order to save her people. Idk.

Fable (Legend’s Zelda): ...I’m admittedly unsure of. I was thinking of having her be like that Voyd girl in the second movie, but I don’t know if it makes sense for her to have a portal-y power or not. Would something more like Zelda’s smash bros attacks be better? Light powers? Something entirely different?? I dunno. She still needs work.

Tetra (Wind’s Zelda): I’m thinking she’s powerless, but her fighting skills are on point. And later she gets a gun.

Flora (Wild’s Zelda): I’m sliiiightly holding off on, but I kind of have two options for her? The first is making her powerless, but be fascinated by powers, and geek out over supers and get all knowledgeable about their powers. The other option is maybe powers sorta like the rewind function in totk, since she seems to have some kind of connection there. But again, idk...

[pavo-ocxllus]

« rewind. / pause. / fast forward. »

the illustrious fontaine legal firm was a workplace that every student would love to work under once they graduate from the hell that was law school.

whenever a high-profile case hits the media, chances were that the an attorney from that agency would appear not even a day later, solving it with ease. (and not to mention, the salary was a little bit more than just mouthwatering.)

you were (naturally) elated once you received news that you earned a job there starting the moment you walked through the glass doors ahead of you. your heart was beating in anticipation as your lips were tucked into a seemingly permanent smile. it wasn't even after you set your hand on the door when questions started pouring in—what were your co-workers going to be like? are they obnoxiously snobby regarding the prestige they held with their profession? perhaps they were more humble about their accomplishments? (even though they literally took down a fatui head not even a week earlier.)

unfortunately, your questions remained unanswered once you were met with a sudden chair nearing your face.

"watch it!"

you weren't even able to close your eyes to brace for impact with how quickly everything was moving. one moment, the chair that was about to give you a a career-ending concussion (get a hold of yourself—this is the legal field, not a sports field!) and the next, it was out of your sight, replaced by arms wrapped around your figure.

"itto! for goodness sake- the police aren't out to get you!" a green-haired woman was quick to appear, an irk mark appearing at her forehead at the scene that just played before her.

"c'mon, shinobu! you never know!" the tall man who she was referring to simply scoffed, already armed with another chair.

"well, with that logic, you shouldn't be trusting us either," she rolled her eyes, ignoring 'itto's' protests and focused her attention towards the entrance. you were quick to notice that these two voices didn't match up with the first one you've heard. "and heizou... what did i say about hugging up on our new workers?!"

you looked to the side, finding a young, maroon-haired man who's arms were loosening from your body as he raised his hands up. "aww, but shinobu... i was only trying to protect them... and think about it this way, it was only an orientation for our precious, new attorney!"

"yeah, an orientation at hr and filing a harassment lawsuit," she grumbled under her breath and pinching her nose as she fixed up her mask. "now, don't you have a job to do?"

"it's my break, remember-?"

"the break that lasted for half of your working hours? i'm sure i do... just get back to your office," the woman sighed, shaking her head once 'heizou' started to go along his way. "i'm sorry about those two... my name is kuki shinobu, i work in human resources."

slightly surprised by how quickly she got over this little spat, you reached to shake her extended hand. "ah, it's uh- nice to meet you."

though her mask obstructed most of her face, you could tell by her violet eyes that she was grinning. however, this expression was short lived once she dusted herself off a bit, going behind you to grab the thrown chair resting on the ground. "unfortunately, we can't give you a proper orientation, but i'll send you on you way to yanfei to explain everything—oh, speak of the devil."

at the moment, you followed shinobu's line of sight to find a pink-haired woman strolling by with enormous books, binders, and piles of paperwork in her grasp. you couldn't help but feel a small shiver up your spine: if this is what you'll deal with everyday, working here might infringe on your labor rights.

a little too focused on heaving her pile of work, shinobu cleared her throat to attract her attention.

"ah- hi there!" she greeted, somehow not stumbling when a book on top of her stack started slipping. once she found a nearby desk, she was swift to set everything there, evening out the pile while she was at it. "you must be our new attorney! i'm yanfei, i'm a legal advisor here (and hopefully future co-worker!), and i believe that you already have your first case!"

first job? on you first day? you were only in the general vicinity of this firm for sub 5 minutes at most—you didn't even receive your i.d. badge!

"here... it's nothing major. our boss may believe in throwing someone out into the professional world to see how they fare, but it's not like they're a sadist!" yanfei's words didn't exactly help your shocked state as she beckoned you towards the desk she set her paperwork on top of, pre-laid manila folders sitting before you. "as you can see... we're slightly understaffed here... but think about it as your unauthenticated orientation! you receive experience, and we keep our heads above the water for the time being!"

you've only been here for a short fraction of time compared to many of your new colleagues and barely even started your new job, yet you're already way in over your head! regardless, it wasn't like you've had a choice right now...

you glided your fingers across the folders spread across the table, and eventually, you decided to sift through the contents, glossing your eyes over the words before closing it and moving on to the next file.

with a deep sigh, you decide to...

↳ pick up the folder blatantly labeled "itto's case." it took you a good few minutes to decipher it with the abhorrent handwriting.

↳ shift your gaze towards the file that's noticeably lacking in papers compared to the older folders.

↳ hold the case that caught your eye, checking it once more to see if your eyes were deceiving you. there was no way this person was going to court...

↳ remember seeing the fatui head's name pop up in one of the files, you grab it quickly to check through it again. wait... you're defending him?!

↳ not even bothering to look at folders for a second time, you turn on your heel to walk past shinobu and yanfei, heading to the exit.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫? 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞! <𝟑

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Do you think any feelings Galadriel might have developed for Halbrand survived after he made her think she’s drowning… just out of spite, or something? Maybe I lack imagination, but I assume if she were friendly with Sauron again in some context, she’d constantly ask herself, ‘when will he deceive me again, has he already, will he soon, will he never, what will be the little perceived insubordination that will plop the vein in his eyeball again and make him lash out and put me in my place?’ I’m sure shipping them but the more time passes, I can’t get over the fucked-upness of this guy and how he put her brain through the wringer. And I salute her integrity to hold on to her values after confronting him. I would assume this is so traumatic, it could bring about the change of her personality and a depression. Her longing for the West in later years? She’s tired of bearing the burden. Not to forget he constantly “gropes to see her”. Maybe Nenya is the only thing that keeps her from breaking. And her family. I can’t imagine any sweet feelings remaining for Sauron after this. Rather a melange of rage, horror, shame and regret which she must somehow overcome to not waste away.

Yes, I think any feelings she developed are still there, still survived. Feelings don't just disappear overnight just because someone did something mean or horrible to you. I don't believe your stance is a lack of imagination either. Why shouldn't she constantly question him? Why shouldn't she be wary of him? Why shouldn't she look over her shoulder at him? She most definitely should, in my humble opinion. While it can be argued Sauron didn't tell an outright lie, he still lied by omission, which still counts as a form of lying. Lying by omission, from a psych standpoint, allows the liar to manipulate the situation to their advantage by not revealing the truth because they weren't asked a question directly pertaining to the truth. Sauron still manipulated Galadriel, even though he never told a direct lie. He led her on to believe the falsehoods she generated herself.

Maybe it was to use her. Maybe he was genuinely scared of losing her by telling her the truth, and he simply didn't want to lose her. Maybe he was terrified of finally finding a friend and alienating that friend if she discovered the truth. There are so many ways to read this.

The problem is Galadriel grew to trust him, to see him as a friend and potentially more than that, and they developed a strong bond. This is painful for her, yes, and that doesn't just go away. Sauron dropping Galadriel into her memory of drowning, if you think about this—Sauron was the one who saved her from that. Sauron saved her from drowning, and he dropped her into that memory after she tried to stab him. Not once, but twice. Galadriel tried to kill him twice.

Now, let's rewind. Sauron saved her life. Rescued her from drowning when he didn't have to. He followed her to Middle-earth. To help her find peace. To help her save the people of the Southlands. He fought alongside her in battle. And when Galadriel finds out who he is, who he really is . . . she tries to kill him—despite all the good he has just done with her, alongside her.

Was it fucked up that he dropped her into her memory of drowning? Yes. But my reading of that scene is after everything Sauron did for Galadriel, it still wasn't enough for her to see him as a good guy. As a friend. As an ally. She wouldn't be alive to murder him if he hadn't saved her life. He saved her! That's why I don't believe everything he did was a lie. That's why I don't believe it was all manipulation. He just could have let her die, but he saved her.

Sauron dropped Galadriel back into her memory of drowning without him around to save her because without him . . . that's exactly what would have happened to her out in that ocean.

You would have died without me, it said, and yet you want me dead?

It was a reminder.

Her sorrow and pain is rooted in not being able to trust or forgive a former enemy who fought on the opposite side of a war that killed her brother, Finrod. Not only that, but it was Sauron who sent his wolves on Finrod. Finrod died because of him. I understand why this would delve her into depression. You're not wrong about that. This is a heavy burden on her, but what if she forgave him and released all that pain to the wind?

That is the pull of this ship for me. The potential of it. The 'what if' hanging in the air like a whisper on the wind. What if Galadriel forgave him? What if they had stayed friends? What if Sauron strove to be a better person? Not because of a woman, but because he had a true friend. A real companion. Someone he could actually trust. What if they had aligned together as king and queen?

What if they accepted him as one of their own instead of chasing him to the ends of the earth with their blood-soaked daggers and Elvish cries of war? What if? What if?