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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Know Your Place 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall, destroyer!Chris [for the purposes of this AU, I will give him the last name Jackson] (Professor AU)

Summary: after a life time of home schooling, you finally get to experience the real world in college. (petite reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

Note: Please leave some feedback and reblog <3 As always, I love to chat with you all. 

You’re lost! It’s an inevitability, really, but your lost and that pulsing swell is making its way from your stomach to your chest. Soon, your throat will constrict and you won’t be able to breathe. Lost, lost, lost. 

You turn back down the hallway and retrace your steps. No, you didn’t go this way! You peer over your shoulder. Empty. While everyone else was so quick to flee after the lecture, you lingered to take the call from your mom and wandered a bit too far off track. 

You spin again and sway on your feet. You stumble as if you’re on a rocking ship. You go to the wall and put your bag down. You search for your phone and put in the building name to the directory. ‘No floor plan available.’ Oh jeez. 

The panic builds as you pick up your bag and blink back tears. You’re an adult! You’re not going to cry. You'll get out of here. Calm down.  

You look down at your phone as your thumb hovers over your mom’s contact. No. You won’t call her. She’s already worried enough. You accidentally mentioned having a dessert bar from the cafe and she almost lost her mind. Those things are packed with sugar and filler! 

It was just one. You grip your phone tight and black the screen. You’ll follow the room numbers and go from there. How helpless are you to get so backwards in here. It’s not like some magical maze. You’re fine. 

You shuffle back down the hall, past the same open door, and stop at the crossways of the next. You hesitate. Straight or right? 

“Everything alright?” The deep voice rumbles through the hall and rolls up your spine. 

You turn to the vaguely familiar timbre. Oh, you know him! It’s that man with the spirally hair and fuzzy beard. From the Student Centre... 

“Walter,” you say. 

“Mauve,” he returns as he steps fully out into the hall. 

“What... what are the odds?” You bounce on your feet and hug your bag, pushing your fingers over the fluffy teddy bear face. Often times you do that just for a bit of comfort. 

“I saw you going back and forth,” he puts his hand on his hip. Oh no, you disturbed him. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you,” you clutch your phone against your stomach. 

“You’re not,” he insists. “My class let out twenty minutes ago.” 

“Oh, sure, sorry, er, psychology?” You wiggle your phone in recollection. 

He gives a short nod, “that’s it. You have a class around here?” He asks as his blue eyes bore into you, “you lost?” 

You frown and look away guiltily. You’re embarrassed. You sniff and make yourself look at him, “yes. But I’m just trying to get out of her. My class already ended.” 

“Right,” he says, “you got a minute? Just gotta grab my things and I’ll lead the way. That’s if I’m not bothering you?” 

You flinch, “me? Oh no, it’s not—thank you so much.” 

“No problem,” he turns and taps the door frame as he goes back into the room. 

You slowly tiptoe forward and peer inside. He folds up his laptop and shoves it into a worn grey passenger bag. He slides a folder in with it and grabs his phone. He squints at the screen before he tucks it into his back pocket. 

He hooks the bag over his shoulder and scoops up his jacket. You watch him approach, taking in the full effect of his size. He’s a big man. Burly, even through the thick wool of his sweater. You can’t help but think it looks cozy. 

You back up and fold your hands, resisting the urge to compare yourself. Your thrifted maxi skirts and straight-cut button-ups and handmade cardigans are out-of-place on campus. The other girls wear cute shirts and short skirts, even on the cooler days.  

It doesn’t matter. He’s only a professor after all. You pull closed the front of your picky wool coat as he emerges. 

“Thanks, sir,” you say as he steps up next to you and points you ahead. “I... I kinda... was panicking.” 

“Mm, well, it’s a big building,” he hooks a thumb into his jean pocket, “big campus.” 

“Oh, yes. Very big.” You agree as you slide your phone into the big pocket of your coat. You trade it for the folded map you keep handy. You open it up as you keep pace with him. You feel him glance down. “I have to get to the...” 

Your voice drifts off. You have to go to the student grocery. Your mother sent a list of ingredients and instructions. She said it all needs to be organic but you don’t think you’ll find much of that. 

“Hm, you’re a lot more organized than most of my students,” he remarks. 

You close the map and look up at him with a sheepish smile, “just nervous. Momma says you should always be ready for anything.” You shrug and shake your head as you set your head right, “mm, sorry, my mom... she says a lot of things.” 

He hums and directs you around a corner with a short point. “You’re close?” 

“Yep. Just me and her for twenty years,” you chime. “I... miss her.” You feel the drop in your chest as the words force their way out before you could even think them. “Sorry, I just... it’s still the first week.” 

“No, it’s expected. Big adjustment coming to school,” he assures you. “But you like it?” 

“Oh, sure. It’s exciting. They were having a record sale outside the Rec Centre but I left my player at home,” you say. “But I got a poster of some kittens--” You laugh nervously and shake your head. “You can tell me if I’m rambling, Walter.” 

“No, I don’t think so,” he steps ahead of you as you approach the front doors. Yay, he found them. “I’m sure it’s a cute poster.” 

“It is,” you agree as he opens the door and lets you out first. “Thank you.” 

He follows you out and you begin down the stairs. He measures his stride with yours. As you come to the bottom, you stop and fidget with the map in your hands. 

“Thank you so so much.” You flick the corner of the paper. “I’ll let you be now. I’m sure you have lots of work to do but it was nice seeing a familiar face.” 

“Yeah, it was,” he agrees and peers around.  

“Good luck, Walter,” you chime. “Maybe we’ll run into each other next week.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” he mutters and twitches, bringing his hand up. “Wait, where are you off to? I could... I could help you find it.” 

“Oh, no, I can’t ask that,” you crinkle the map loudly. “I just gotta get to the grocery and I think it’s near the Student Centre...” you trail off and open the paper to check. 

“Well, can I give you a hint?” He asks. 

You look up at him again, “what?” 

“Everything’s marked up two dollars on campus. There’s a store just off,” he points to the far corner on the map, “right across from this entrance. They bake their bread fresh too.” 

You stare down at his fingertip. Your mother wired you some money and it’s not much, and more than she should have. It might be a good idea to go the extra distance and save some dimes. You chew the inside of your lip. 

“Oh, that’s-- thanks.” 

“I gotta grab some coffee beans. I could come along. So you don’t get lost again,” he offers. 

“Really?” You chirp. “That’s... too nice.” 

“I don’t mind,” he insists. “I even know a shortcut.” 

[cosmicstarlatte]

Coffee Shop (Obey Me!)

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You start a new job at a coffee shop in a popular plaza. You can't help but look forward to a certain regular. ♡

»Characters: Demon Bros + Dia + Barb

»Tags: Fluff, Bulleted Style, GN Reader, LeviLeviLevi-

»Notes: lol when was the last time I made a bulleted fic that wasn't a shitpost???🤯 Just simple short fluff lol, reblogs are appreciated + motivating ♡

Lucifer:

Always orders a cafe con leche every morning

Keeps interactions short but you learned his name

Always so serious but he does look like a business man

A very very handsome business man cough

After working there for a little bit he admits he likes the way you make his drink & hates when you guys miss each other on days off

One day he comes in normal clothes & you got caught off guard when he made it to the register

"It's my day off but I was craving my usual. I'm glad to see you're here."

Pleaseee you gotta be blushing right now alalfkfldk

You notice the record store bag he's holding & start a fun conversation while its slow

It does get busier & unfortunately have to cut the conversation to both your disappointments

"We can continue this later...maybe over dinner if you're available?"

Mammon:

Usually gets an icy blended drink, the flavor changes frequently

You see him every other day, it looks like he works at a retail store in the plaza

You thought he was cute & funny despite how loud he could be

One day he defends you against a really rude customer

You say your thank yous & give him his drink for free that day

"Yeah I guess I am a hero. Heroes get free drinks all the time though, ya?"

You couldn't help but laugh & accidentally let slip "you're really cute!"

He starts choking on his drink, stuttering & blushing

He goes silent for a moment before asking, "whaddaya say to a date one of these days?"

Levi:

Usually orders sweet drinks & likes trying seasonal/limited time things

You've seen him at his job at the anime store in the plaza, since you visit there sometimes

You two are on friendly terms even though he can be awkward

You think he's very cute though, especially when he talks about his passions

You felt like you two were dancing around eachother so you decide to make a move

You drew a Gundam robot on his drink & wrote 'Gun-DAM you're cute!'

You nervously handed the drink & he took it without noticing the drawing on it

You watched as he left the shop,took another sip, then stop as he looked at his drink

You could see he was happily freaking out but then abruptly stop

He looked back to the shop & you waved a shy hello

He ran back inside to make sure, "S-sorry is this a mistake? W-was this for someone else??"

"Look on the bottom"

He raised the cup & looked under

Levi, AkuCon this weekend?

Satan:

Usually orders a simple cappuccino but will add a flavored syrup occasionally

Comes in often on his breaks

You've seen him working at the bookstore in the plaza

He looks like a simple guy yet very charming

You always notice a book on him & one day you decide to ask what he's reading

You learn you read the same things & start having fun conversations every time he stops by

Eventually he asks you if you'd be able to give your thoughts on his writing

"Sure, I'd be happy to read it if you bring it!"

He gave you a flirty smile

"Actually I was thinking maybe we could hang out...like somewhere that's not here?"

Asmo:

Always orders an iced vanilla oat milk latte

You see him every few days, really friendly customer that loves to chat & you become friends quick even though you want more

You find out he works at a nearby agency & is an up & coming model

You felt a little intimidated, he could be really famous one day!

Nevertheless you treat him just the same even as those around him changed, he lets you know how grateful he is

One day he comes in upset & tells you the agency is moving across town to a bigger location so he won't be able to see you there anymore

At the same time both of you blurt out

"I still wanna see you!"

Beel:

You never know with this guy

He works in the sports store across from the cafe

He's always indecisive with the menu & one day just tells you to make whatever

You're his fave barista, he thinks you make the best drinks either way

Doesn't realize he just likes everything & has a crush on you

You can't help but get excited when he looks excited to see you golden retriever energy

You find out he's a foodie type & you guys talk about the local spots around town

"Would you like to check out the new sandwich store that opened a few doors down? Uh...like, maybe a date?"

Belphie:

Usually orders a hot regular latte but occasionally orders hot chocolate

He appears to be a student as he comes in often to study & always looks tired

One day on your break you decide to chat him up & offer help on the subject he was struggling with

He thought you were cute & was thankful for your help

After a few weeks of tutoring (+some heavy flirting), he passed his exam flawlessly

"Actually can you help me with one other thing?"

"Yeah, what?"

"Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

Diavolo:

Has a new favorite every week but really likes lattes/teas

You can tell he's important with his assistant present

You wonder why the assistant doesnt just get his order though

Anyway hes hot really friendly & chatty & can tell a few good jokes, you appreciate them!

He always seems reluctant to leave the shop which makes your heart flip

Always leaves a big tip! ... I want him to give me a big tip 😔

The two of you find out you have a lot more in common than you thought

One day he admits that these coffee runs are the things he looks forward to the most since his day is usually very busy & doesn't get much else normalcy

He lets slip that it's mainly seeing you that adds to his joy so he goes all in

"If you're interested, care to join me for dinner this weekend?"

Barbatos:

Always large orders of a few different drinks (part of his job)

Though you notice he always orders tea for himself & likes to buy different tea blends

He's a very (cute) polite customer, one of the few

You two usually chat as you make his large order & you can't help but fall for him

Knowing he loves to buy limited release tea blends, you usually save him one before the cafe sells out

You never tell anyone about it but:

"I appreciate you always saving me one."

"Oh? How did you know!?"

"I have a friend who stopped by earlier & said it was one of those times they missed out. Yet, there always appears to be one for me even after sell-out. Thank you kindly."

You blush at being found out, "seems I've been caught!"

He chuckles & gives you another shock:

"I've been meaning to ask...will you allow me to take you out one of these days?"

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[solar-wing]

⚣ Therapist BatBro 👓

⚣👓 A/N → Therpist BatBro makes his debut. The second pic is honestly what I feel a therapy session in the Wayne family would look like. This is from another request I got from my previous account.

⚣👓 Summary → Your family isn't pleased with your new hobby or group of friends. But, somehow you've made it a business. Gotta respect the hustle at least.

⚣👓 Words → 2.3k

REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 👓

⚣ ENJOY 👓

The way I see it, you're either a vigilante with the fam and all the villains just seem to like you for some reason and ask where you are during a battle OR you're not a vigilante and you volunteer at Arkham (which would be absolutely insane but it's Arkham so it breaks even) and everyone there is cool with you. Even the Joker (which won't fly well with Jason at all).

We're going to go with the second option for this one.

So, since Bruce was adamant about you not joining the family business as a vigilante since you were the youngest and he had an unyielding urge to protect you and your childhood innocence, you needed to find something to do in your free time.

What better than to volunteer at a crazy house for psychopathic murdering villains?

Of course, considering Arkham was filled mainly with criminals your father had put there along with your siblings, it probably wouldn’t be wise to do that since they’d obviously wouldn’t approve.

SO, you did it anyway and just didn't tell them.

BatBro contemplating...

Duke was the first to find out. Batman had supplies Arkham needed but since he was at work and Duke always took the day shift as everyone liked to joke, who better to drop it off than him? Imagine his surprise when he finds his baby bro in there serving ice cream to Mr. Freeze.

"Here ya go Fries, my man. I sprinkled some ice shavings on there to make it a little tangier for you..." You said handing him the cone.

"Ha ha ha, aren't you hilarious." Victor Fries replied with a genuine smile. As far as The Signal persona knew, he was only capable of smirking or mean-mugging the shit of people, with the exception of an occasional shivering face while mocking someone for how cold they were.

'Oh, they're not gonna believe this...' Duke thought, racing home right after. The way he left the institution, the guards almost thought there was a breakout or a fight going on. Nope, but there might be when he told everyone.

Of course, no one believed him at first, just staring at the dude as if he just said the craziest thing in the world like Bruce being an emotionally available parent.

When you came home that night acting cagey and weirder than normal, they figured something was going on and maybe you were at Arkham but for something completely different than what Duke thought it could be. Because, there would be no way Bruce Wayne’s, aka Batman, own son would ever even consider fraternizing with criminals, let alone his enemies. Right?

So, like any other sane, normal family who responded to distressing situations with maturity and rationality... they spied on you.

Damian, Tim, & Cass followed you the next day. Tim was understandably distraught but also curious how you could have managed to form a friendship with Gotham's criminally insane.

Like...THEY WERE INSANE. But, when he really thought about it, considering the family you came from...yeah, okay. He can see the correlation now.

Damian, however, refused to believe his little brother could be so stupid and dense. How could you form relations with the enemy like that? It was stupidity. Plain idiocy at its finest. It was betrayal!

On the other hand, it was a smart move looking from an assassin's point of view. You know the whole keep your friends close and enemies closer deal, but that was his thing. Not yours! So you'd be getting extra noogies and brotherly beatdowns when you got home. In the name of camaraderie and righting your careless decisions.

Cass thought it was fucking hilarious.

Upon their arrival and finding you trading riddle jokes with Riddler, their jaws all collectively dropped to the floor.

"Okay, okay okay..." You breathed, calming down from your wheezing laughter. "Riddle me this...I'm neither a man nor a woman but don't hurt my wittle feelings cause I'm still a person. I'll kick you and scream at you, even both during a tantrum. My ego's bigger than my head but shorter than my height, who am I?"

Riddler took a moment to think about it before the metaphorical lightbulb appeared above his head, "Boy Wonder!" He pointed.

"Which one?" You immediately responded.

"The fourth one!"

"Yes!"

Tim and Cass both had to think about it before they realized the clues in the riddle. They're eyes went wide when they realized who you were talking about, and turned to see Damian who looked ready to tear your head off with his teeth.

"He's in for it when he gets home..." He growled through his grinding teeth.

Damian pissed (Left) | Tim & Cass (Right)

Everyone was mildly concerned when they came home that night and asked them how everything went only for Damian's immediate response to be that he was going to get his revenge sketchbook.

Why Damian has a revenge sketchbook, no one knows. But, everyone was just the right amount unsettled by it.

That night at dinner there was a bit of a tense air as Damian had to be placed between both Bruce and Jason to keep him from lunging at you with his salad fork. Usually, you were used to Damian’s somewhat murderous tantrums, but this was on another level.

He almost looked like he would grow horns out of his head at any moment, which would actually be somewhat fitting. Considering he was the grandson of the Demon and all.

You also noticed how Tim and Cass kept weirdly staring at you. Neither of them said something, which was odd(well except maybe for Cass), but you just ignored it and ate your dinner.

That night, you put some of your old booby traps from when you first moved into the manor back into place. You needed some sort of reassurance and protection to help you sleep. At many points throughout the night, you shot out of bed and grabbed one of the many random weapons you had hidden around you when you thought you heard someone trying to sneak into your room.

Damian definitely tried but had learned his lesson after the last time he got caught in one of your traps. You took a lot of inspiration from movies like Home Alone and The Parent Trap.

The next day, Dick and Steph went to check out the mental institution insane asylum.

Steph also thought it was funny like Cass but in a more ironic type of way. She’d rooted for you to get your own vigilante identity and join the family business. So this was like the ultimate petty revenge and she was here for it.

But Dick just couldn't imagine you in a place like this. His sweet adorable baby brother, in this horrid mess? He was calling it, either blackmail or manipulation. A rude awakening was awaiting him around the corner.

They looked to see you in the middle of practicing a handshake with Bane.

"No Bane, fist bump, then the arm wiggle..." You said, showing him the move for the 4th time.

"Oh sorry buddy," He replied.

"No problem man, let's try again."

They watched you go through the whole routine, Steph taking a video on her phone while Dick looked in surprise and jealousy. How come you and him didn't have a handshake like that? Every little brother should want to have a cool handshake with their cool big brother! Was he not good enough?!

Steph laughing in petty (Left) | Dick breaking down (Right)

When Dick stormed into the manor later muttering about showing you a real handshake, Bruce only raised an eyebrow when Steph walked in looking thoroughly entertained like she just watched the funniest show of her life. It certainly felt like it.

That afternoon, Dick gave you the cold shoulder all day. He even canceled your weekly brother movie night, which shocked everyone, especially your dad. What could have been so bad that would cause Bruce’s first protege to treat his kid brother like this? The same kid who he’d absolutely lose it if they went to anyone other than him for advice or would pout if he didn’t get the first hug from him when in a room full of people.

Of course, he still cracked when you gave him the hurt puppy dog eyes (a trick you learned from Jason that he used to use on Bruce all the time when he was younger). Dick caved and you guys ended up watching a movie, though you were mildly concerned whenever your oldest brother paused the movie and took the time to highlight the friendship and connection between two characters, especially if they were siblings.

Something like a special code, an inside joke, or even maybe a HANDSHAKE. What does it say about a big brother if his little brother doesn’t want to have a cool special handshake with him?!

Subtle.

You just nodded along, making a mental note to avoid any family-oriented films for your next movie night.

But, after this incident, you’d fully managed to get Bruce’s attention. He knew that Dick out of all his children was usually the least likely to get irate over something that wasn’t serious. So the fact that he did, despite how unserious it may have seemed, but it was settled.

Something was going on and your dad, no…Batman was going to get to the bottom of it.

Jason decided to come along with your father, fully prepared to drag you out of the building by force if he had to. He even went as far as calling your boyfriend Conner Kent, aka Superboy, who he and Bruce had a love/hate relationship with because they couldn't really threaten the boy like they wanted to if he hurt you.

Well, Jason couldn’t at least.

Bruce had more than enough kryptonite in multiple storages across his warehouse and had no problem showing it to the half-Kryptonian as a warning.

Conner was more than a little peeved, try fucking pissed when he heard you'd been hanging out with supervillains. And he as well was ready to sling you over his shoulder if he had to. But, probably not in front of your dad who kept throwing pointed glares his way as they moved through the building.

When Batman showed up demanding to see where the volunteer by your name was, they quickly rushed to show him to your location. He couldn't fathom this. The mere thought that his youngest child, his sweet, innocent (on a good day) good-natured son, would be hanging around all his enemies, laughing with them like they were good ol pals?

He'd sooner believe Joker was going to therapy.

The shock of his lifetime was also waiting for him around the corner.

They came around to see you through a window sitting in an office room in business casual attire, holding a clipboard and writing down notes while Joker was laying on a couch with his cuffed hands resting on his chest, venting out his emotions.

"And sometimes, I do feel like I go a bit far. But, I can't take all the blame. I mean, everyone paints me as the villain, but Batsy plays into our little game just as much as I do. Why does he get painted as the hero and me as a crazy clown? Well, you know, besides the clown face, HAHAHA!" He vented, ending with his usual eerie cackle.

"Uh-huh, and how does that make you feel?" You asked while scribbling a few notes on your legal pad and adjusting the fake glasses on your face before turning around at the sound of the door opening.

You felt your heart drop in your stomach when you saw your father, brother, and boyfriend all staring at you with very unhappy looks.

"BATSY! Oh, do come in! We were just talking about you. I think it's about time you and I got some relationship counseling." Joker exclaimed.

Not one word was said while Conner grabbed you by your wrists, (gently of course because he's caring like that) and dragged you out of the room, Jason not too far behind, ready to tear you a new one. Batman held his shoulder, while Joker just watched in amusement, "Guess my hour's up."

You, Bruce, and Jason arguing (Left) | Joker enjoying the show (Right)

You were immediately brought home after getting an earful from Jason to which you offered him his own free session.

He agreed.

Bruce demands to know why you would even consider going there, socializing with those people.

"Well, seeing as how I can't join the family business, I figured I could do some good in some way. And villains or not, they've got good in them! Just you know, when they're not trying to murder people." You answered.

You were interrupted by your other siblings appearing before you felt an arm forcibly turn you around which Conner raised an annoyed eyebrow at, but he kept his mouth shut.

"What does Bane have that I don't? Am I not good enough as an older brother to have a handshake with?"

You sighed, "Is that why you were so upset the other day?! Ugh, would you like to create a special handshake with me, Dick?"

" Yes! Super secret too! You can't have any handshakes with anybody else!" He hugged you while you patted his back.

Brothers could be so needy sometimes.

You could see your boyfriend eyeing you both with the strangest look. In your defense, he had plenty of warning of how weird your family was.

Before things could calm down too much though, everyone heard a shrill voice screaming your name from the top of the staircase.

"Y/N!"

"Fuck..." You muttered under your breath, before turning to see Tim and Cass giving you nervous looks.

“You were there with Riddler, weren’t you?”

They could barely look you in the eye as you turned to see Damian standing on the banister, holding one of your slippers in his hand.

"Who's short now?!" 

Alfred went to get the first aid kit.

Damian with your slipper...

BONUS:

☀️ | Bat Family | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[asktheisle]

Hey you. Yeah, you. Sit down a sec.

I think we all know what's going on right now, it's kinda hard to avoid it. Not just this last week but all over the world too. It's rough out there.

I know we're all collectively freaking out, I've had my fair share in its own forms.

So that's where this post comes in, welcome to ✨ The Checkpoint✨

I'll reblog this post every once in a while at randomish intervals, and with it comes a few things:

did you eat something today?

did you have water?

did you go outside for a few minutes to get some sun? (if weather permits)

have you talked to anyone today?

think of one good thing that happened today, even as simple as seeing a pretty cloud outside

This post is also a little signal flare to drop some positivity for your fellow folks here which can be done by sending an ask in. Use the askbox too to drop something good that happened to you, we're gonna celebrate even the tiniest of wins here.

Look for the helpers, check in on your people. I know I have a lot of people in mutual servers on discord so it shouldn't be hard to find me, but if you want an ear I'll do my best to be available-hell if you want you could add me on discord, message me here if you need my username.

Day by day guys, hour by hour even. If it's gotta be minute by minute, anything that gets you through.

We'll be alright <3

[citrus-cactus]

Sorry, I had to break this out into its own post because the reblog chain was too long ^_^;

Take this quiz to see what gym leader type you'd be!

Make your team!

Do this picrew to visualize you as a gym leader!

This was super-fun to do! I got “Water” from my quiz and while I don’t have terribly strong feelings about the water-type, I had fun designing my Gen 6 team and myself as a (classy?) gym trainer, whose aesthetic is loosely inspired by Gene Kelly in Singin’ In The Rain, and is definitely more of a costume than anything else (and yes, I did have to include my three favorite things: hats, pinstripes, and PROPS!!)

Rationale for Pokemon (besides that they’re available in Gen 6):

Relicanth is, no joke, my favorite water-type pokemon. A friend!!

Swanna kind of reminds me of Swan Lake, so needed that dance connection ☺️

Clauncher is THE BEST Gen 6 water-type. I love lobsters, so gym leader me probably has its evolved form. I know I’m encroaching on Siebold’s surf and turf in a major way, but he’s Elite Four and owns his own restaurant, he’s out of the gym game.

Gastrodon is a major cutie! West Sea because I’m more of a west-coaster than an east-coaster at heart 🤫

I’ve never been good at using Vaporeon in pokemon games, but they are quite lovable! I think it looks very graceful, and has a neat design.

Since I’m repping Kalos, I gotta have a pokemon that Mega-evolves! Never used Blastoise, I picked Charizard in X, lol. Despite how fierce it looks, this one’s extremely gentle!

If you see this, consider yourself tagged!

[snezfics-n-shit]

Sicktember Day 30: Patient 0

Fandom: Ace Attorney Characters: Maya Fey, Larry Butz, Miles Edgeworth, Phoenix Wright Notes: Not long after the events of Bridge to The Turnabout, Phoenix Wright’s phone started blowing up with some strongly worded accusations of giving his cold to everyone involved in the case. Still emotionally and mentally drained from the previous case, the best he can do for an olive branch is inviting three of those he knows to have caught this cold for a sort of informal reunion at his family’s home. Takes place very shortly after 3-5.  While Phoenix’s parents are mentioned, given that it’s their house, they’re not actually present in this entry. This turned out pretty long, but hey, it’s the last day of Sicktember, so I gotta either go big or go home. Today started out pretty stressful due to some unclear personal situations, but luckily it wasn’t so bad that writing this couldn’t make me feel better. I do feel a lot better, by the way. If you like the things I write, I always appreciate reblogs and comments; they really make my day!

“Woah! The whole gang’s all here, huh?” Maya’s excited observation startled the trio of old friends, and the sickly pallor of her face contrasting her tone had them taken aback once more when they finally looked over to her. “What? Are girls not allowed?” She pouted. “Nick’s mom said to join in…” 

“Nah, you can join us just fine!” Larry took the liberty of inviting Maya to take a seat on one of the available couch cushions and offering her a throw blanket with prints of kittens playing together. “You just look in as rough of shape as we are.” He let out a raspy laugh and then briefly turned his gaze to Phoenix. “Well, Nick’s doing better, but he’s in his own kind of rough shape.” 

“Ms. Fey,” Miles addressed her, “I hope you didn’t walk all this way in your current condition.” The way he crossed his arms made the little snowmen on his designated blanket look like they were being held in some kind of new form of restraint. 

“Oh, not at all.” Maya let out a hacking cough starting at the tail end of her answer. “I took a bus for half the trip, actually.” She wrapped herself in the soft blanket and made a pleased smile. “I think I’m starting to feel better, too.” She looked over to Phoenix. “I bet I’d get better faster if I had your blanket in my nest, Nick.”

“What?” Phoenix looked down at his Signal Samurai themed blanket and all its loose threads and markings that proved it to be well loved. “Why are you asking for mine?”

“Well, you’re not sick anymore, right?” Maya absentmindedly wiped her running nose on her own blanket, making Phoenix even less interested in sharing. “Plus, I thought you didn’t like the Samurai!”

“I said I didn’t like the new Samurai.” Phoenix corrected her. 

“Oh, I see how it is.” Maya leaned to Miles’s side, holding her hand to the side of her face to feign an attempt at whispering. “He’s one of those fans.”

“I know.” Miles nodded, sounding disappointed. “It’s truly a shame.” 

“No way, Edgey!” Larry leaned forward. “You still like the Samurai? From when we were kids?” He started coughing in Miles’s direction; though he tried his best to cover, it was a half-hearted effort that left Miles looking at Larry with disgust. “Come on, you’re already sick.” 

“There’s still something called common courtesy.” Miles glowered before returning to the last subject, silently convincing himself that he could just explain admitting this interest in the franchise away by blaming his fever. “The Steel Samurai is high quality television. You can see how technology’s advances have improved in areas that earlier series were admittedly lacking.” 

“Wasn’t there some new guy after the Steel Samurai? I think I remember him showing up in a lot of magazines…”

“We don’t talk about the Nickel Samurai.” Maya made it clear in her voice that even acknowledging the tainted character’s voice was unpleasant. “There’s separating art from the artist, and then there’s, well…”

“That would require the art to be worth separation in the first place.” Miles commented with a sniffle. “The Nickel Samurai had no reason to exist as a character.” 

“Well, I liked his character at first.” Maya pouted. 

While the two Samurai franchise enthusiasts continued their debate despite frequent interruptions from coughs and sneezes, Phoenix and Larry both decided to tune out the conversation going on in front of them in favor of their own.

“You got that blanket from your dad, didn’t you?” Larry pointed at the blanket that started the debate serving as background noise. 

“Yeah. It was after we got our tongues stuck to that one metal flagpole.” Phoenix reminisced. “I remember hearing my mom on the phone telling my dad how flags used to make her so anxious when she was a kid that she didn’t realize the poles were the real danger. I thought it was weird at first, but as I got older, I realized it was really sad. You know, being so young and so afraid of things we don’t even think twice about.” 

“I guess it is pretty sad when you put it that way.” Larry sighed, looking down until something caught his eye. “But you know, it’s not so sad when you look at this blanket.” He pointed at all the Santa Claus prints on his own blanket. “I mean, things clearly got better.” 

“You’re right, Larry–”

“Yeah!” Maya exclaimed. “The Samurai series did get better when the Steel Samurai came back.” Despite her agreement’s timing, it was apparently in response to something Miles had said instead of Larry’s similar statement.

“Indeed it did.” Miles agreed, looking far less intense than he did earlier when Maya had defended what he considered to be “the dark ages” of the Samurai franchise. 

“I guess that means the argument has finally settled.” Phoenix said to Larry, sounding relieved. His relief hardly lasted long, though, thanks to the furious vibrations of his Nokia phone. He pulled out the phone and squinted at its tiny screen before letting out a heavy sigh.

Another message claiming he had given his cold to yet another person. How many people were involved in that case, again? At least this particular text message was far more gracious than the accusations hurled at him from Franziska von Karma earlier on in the day that seemed to sting harder than her actual whip. 

“Don’t tell me,” Miles paused to cough before continuing, “Franziska woke up feeling worse and is livid at you for it?” His guess came from a place of experience. 

“No, actually. It’s Iris.” Phoenix reread the message’s sender’s contact information to make sure he was right about who it was from. “She said she’s not feeling well and that reminded her to ask how I’m feeling.” 

“Aw, she’s such a sweetheart!” Larry gushed. “So, do you think you’ll get back to her?” 

“I probably should, but…” Phoenix set his phone on the coffee table, looking dejected as he did so. “I don’t really know how I feel about talking to her again after, well, everything. I mean, I know she’s not Dollie–” he looked disgusted at himself for letting that pet name slip, “I mean Dahlia, at least, but I’m still wary.”

“I don’t blame you for that at all, Nick.” Maya placed a hand on Phoenix’s shoulder, though a quick sneeze forced that hand to pull away until she was out of that brief haze enough to put the hand back in its intended position. “There’s that ‘too soon’ factor about it.” 

“That’s definitely one part of it.” Phoenix leaned back. “Say,” his tone changed as much as he wanted the current subject to change, “how about I get us some tea?” Just as he expected, Miles looked concerned following that suggestion. “My mom will make it, so it’s definitely not gonna be like what we have at the office.”

“Hey!” Maya huffed. “I make the tea at the office!”

Well, like they say, it’s impossible to win them all. Phoenix simply gave an apologetic shrug and left for the kitchen.

“Is Wright’s family’s house what you expected it to be, Ms. Fey?” Miles asked. He thought back to his first steps into the house Phoenix grew up in; this house was new, with Mr. & Mrs. Wright having moved for the sake of more space for their cats, but the holiday-themed aesthetics still left Miles admittedly bewildered by the sheer length of time they would be displayed. Even in February, there were Christmas decorations abound, though they seemed to at least be paired with some Cupids and Valentine’s Day hearts. 

“Kind of.” Maya bit her lip as she tried to give an answer that was both honest and conveyed no unintended offense. “He did say his mom was really enthusiastic about her decorating, but this is, um, a lot more than I imagined.” She quickly held her hands up in defense. “There’s not anything wrong with it, though! She was really nice when she let me inside, and Nick’s dad sounds like a really cool guy, too.” 

“Oh, yeah, he’s such a cool guy!” Larry nodded happily before taking a tissue from a nearly empty box, not even bothering to make an accurate shot in the trash bin after he was done using it. “He works in construction and sometimes he would show us all the cool buildings he worked on. Maybe when we’re all feeling better, we could go for a drive with him to tour around some of them.”

“That sounds so much fun!” Maya beamed. “We should take that shiny red car I saw in the driveway, it would be so cool riding around in that!”

“The ‘shiny red car�� you saw is actually my car, Ms. Fey.” Miles struggled to productively clear his throat after he spoke. 

“Can we still ride around in it with Nick’s dad, Mr. Edgeworth?” Maya gave the prosecutor the same pleading eyes that Phoenix frequently mentioned were so hard not to give in to. 

“It’s only fair, Edgey.” Larry added to Maya’s pleas. “You drove me here, so that leaves Nick and Maya left out.” 

“I’m afraid ‘fairness’ alone hardly constitutes a solid argument for potentially dirtying the seats of my car.” Miles couldn’t help but frown, with the fever flush on his cheeks further accentuating his unamused expression. 

“Hey! We won’t get it dirty!” Maya argued. “Well, I won’t get it dirty. I’m not sure about Nick, though.”

“How about this, Edgey,” Larry adjusted the blanket on his lap into more of a cloak before continuing with his suggestion, “you can give us a ride in return for some pointers on how to make a proper origami crane.” 

Miles was speechless, only able to clench his teeth in frustration and embarrassment.

“You can’t make an origami crane, Mr. Edgeworth?” Maya asked sympathetically. 

“Nope. He never could, and he even cried about how bad he was at it.” 

“Aw, that’s so sad. Poor Mr. Edgeworth.”

“I know right?”

“L-Larry!!” Miles sputtered. “F-Fine! Fine! You can get your ride as long as neither of you bring up that incident ever again!” His frantic concession ended with a fit of coughing, something both Maya and Larry tried to ease by rubbing his back. 

“Everything alright in here?” Phoenix asked as he entered the living room, carrying a tray of four mugs of tea that he gently set on the coffee table so he could distribute each mug carefully. 

“Edgey’s gonna let us ride in his car.” Larry relayed Miles’s pressured decision with a grin. 

Phoenix doubted Miles offered such a thing completely voluntarily, shaking his head with a soft chuckle as he handed out the mugs; the steam of which managed to make Larry sneeze, prompting an additional chorus of chuckles from Phoenix’s other guests, though Phoenix noticeably went quiet instead. 

“Thank you, Wright.” Miles said politely before taking a sip of his tea. It had been clearly allowed to cool for the sake of avoiding burning any tongues, too cool for his personal tastes, but he was grateful nonetheless. “I hope you know how much I appreciate you and your family allowing me to stay.” 

“Me, too!” Larry added. “Thanks for letting us all crash here, even though you're the one who got us all sick.” He laughed to soften the blow of what could be considered a harsh truth.

“Same here!” Maya shared her appreciation as well. “Does this count as a slumber party, by the way? I’ve never been to one.”

“We haven’t had sleepovers in,” Larry paused to count with his fingers, “way too long.” He looked over to Maya. “We’ve definitely never had one where we invited a girl.” He leaned towards Phoenix and started to whisper. “What if she finds out all our secrets?”

“What secrets?” Phoenix didn’t even bother to whisper back. “Maya somehow knows more about you two than I ever did, and I was the one who told her a majority of those things.” 

“That’s not true.” Maya sipped her tea, humming as she felt the soothing honey work its magic on her sore throat. “I still need to know some of your secrets, Nick!” 

“But you work with me.” Phoenix argued. “What kind of secrets about me would you not already know?” 

“There’s always something.” Maya couldn’t help but giggle. “By the time we’re all better, I’m gonna know everything about you, even the stuff you don’t know yourself.”

“That doesn’t even make any sense…” Phoenix sighed.

“I’m eager to catch up on this information as well.” Miles admitted. “After all, it’s only been a few short years since we could finally meet again.”

“Not you too, Miles.” Phoenix lowered his head to be held in his hands. 

“I’m happy to deliver!” Larry offered with a smirk, further intensifying Phoenix’s exasperation. “So, when Nick and I were in college…”

Maybe Phoenix should have opted to pay everyone personal visits instead. 

[mazeinthemiroh]

kang yeosang boyfriend headcanons

genre: fluff

word count: 0.7k

warnings: cursing

requested?: yes

song rec: new heroes by ten

please like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

yeosang is such a cutiepie

he is totally the 'best friend' type of boyfriend

we know what yeosang is like. in the early days of dating you, he honestly doesn't know what to do with himself. he's shy but also excited and he has butterflies in his stomach constantly and his heart flutters every time you make eye contact with him

oh and btw when you call him 'baby' and other cute nicknames he has a slight mental breakdown but its all good

yeah so he is a very awkward bean :] but we love him for that

loves someone who has the same sense of humour as him, and gets his jokes. not everyone appreciates his deadpan, sarcastic humour so when you laugh at his witty comments, he feels all warm and bubbly inside :(

he's a little shit sometimes ngl. he teases you without mercy like he just doesn't stop?? you make one little mistake like, idk, accidentally knock over a glass of water, and he never lets you live it down???? idk he's super immature and petty so you gotta give him the same energy back to put him in his place!

you guys have sooooo many inside jokes like you can't even keep count at this point. these jokes seem to be 10x more hilarious when you are around the members because their faces look so genuinely confused while you and sangie are just laughing your asses off about something they don't know about, its great

he's not into pda. but he can be quite affectionate once he finally lets loose in your relationship. he has the tendency to just roll all over you when he is bored and snuggle his head into your neck to relax. he is so soft and fluffy ffbhru4fhijerni

he is a very patient boyfriend. he struggles to express his own feelings verbally in general, but he is very good at listening to yours. you know you can rely on him to give good advice or calm you down if needed. he has a very naturally soothing personality and he is able to approach any problem with an open and impartial mind, trying to consider the options and solutions available. so he's just great in general for advice

sometimes he finds it hard to praise you directly, but he always talks about you to his friends and any other people. he will bring you up in conversation and praise you whenever he can. "ahh did you know that y/n actually does that too!" or "my partner y/n knows a lot about this, if only they were here..."

the other members notice that while he is usually on the quieter side around other people, with you, its so obvious that you bring him out of his shell. his eyes seem to sparkle when he's with you and he talks a lot more because you make him feel accepted and listened to

he prioritises comfort above all things. he is not going to be in a relationship with someone who makes him feel judged or tries to change him in any way. he just wants to be accepted and loved

dates with him would include:

movie marathon - yeosang is a homebody so most of his favourite dates are when you guys are just relaxing at him. he especially loves doing movie marathons with you because you guys go all out with the snacks and the mountain of blankets you guys smother yourselves with

reading dates - would love to just sit and read with you. he really cherishes the fact that you guys can sit in comfortable silence together without it feeling awkward. its at that point of the relationship when he realises that he wants to be with you long term

2am drives - he lives for the late night/early morning moments when you guys are still up talking about all sorts of nonsense despite both of you being exhausted. one of you mentions that you are hungry, you both end up going for a spontaneous maccies run just cos you both feel like it. he finds it so fun

idk he's just a lovely bf pls love him with all your heart :(

[camellia-salazar]

So, I'm just gonna share something with everyone since I've gotten tired of holding this to myself.

I've created a world where characters from each fandom I'm in gets stranded in a world where they interact with each other and chaos ensues for the most part. It's basically an animated show I created in my head years ago and I've been invested in it ever since.

Each episode has its own plot (for the most part) and don't worry, the angst and drama still fallows with each character and fandom within the world.

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Here are some questions I think you'd ask and I'll answer now. Any more? Then ask them in the comments or reblog it. Idc.

Crossover? Yes. Just not official/canon.

How many fandoms? How many I get into. Rn it's a lot.

What's it called? I've been stuck thinking of a name for years until I found the perfect name, everyone has been using it but me since I've never heard of it until recently. Multifandom. (Formally called Fandom Friday). (but I'll still like the former name so I'ma call new episodes that or something idk I wanna keep it for something).

How many characters? Bruh I can't count that high. And even if I can, I don't got time to.

Character died? Not in this world they did.

How? That's where they go when they die, of course.

Even Warriors? Yes, Starclan is it's own island and the Dark Forest is next to it.

How does this work? Honestly, I have no idea.

What about the Waltens, the Weavers, The ink people in BATIM..? No more questions about afterlife.

What about Coco-? I said no more questions.

How did they get there? The characters I mean. They teleported.

Is Engineer from TF2 involved in that? No.

Is death still an option there? Nah. Characters can't die unless they go back to their world or have died in canon.

Are headcanons available? Like LGBTQ+ ones and such? Yup. Mostly my headcanons or the ones that everyone agrees with. Most likely the latter.

Food? Fruit trees and such. Gardening. Probably some meat too idk.

Water? L a k e s .

Where they gonna live? After a while of being stranded and sleeping on the ground, they build their own town and stuff.

That's dumb. WELL CAN YOU DO BETTER?!

What genre is this? Fluff? Angst? Horror? .. smut? All of the above, except that last one.. ish.

Wdym by that?? Listen, sometimes an adult show still gotta be just that, an adult show. You think characters like Murdoc, Tucker, and Trekky Monster gonna go on without making one sex comment?? It's just gonna be sweetened a bit. (I ain't gonna include sexual content tho, the commentary is the worst it's gonna get and even then it won't be that bad, trust me).

How the angst gonna work? Like magic.

Wdym? It's not gonna be crappy is it?? Depends on how you individuals take it. Everyone has different opinions. I just hope you don't end up having the same negative opinions.

What about creators, they gonna be in it too? Ye. After a while.

Fan artists like Tombstone and Stupendium? Same deal.

Are they gonna voice themselves or..? Not likely. They are heckin large on popularity, so idk if I could message them about it.

Is there gonna be guest characters like Brittle Bones Nicky and stuff? Sometimes, yeh... Maybe.

OCs?? ... I dunno. Most likely.. no.

Can we make the OCs guests? .. nah. Most guest episodes would be souly about the guest character. So not really.

What about your mutuals? What about them?

Are you gonna involved them? ... Idk we'll see.

Ships? 90% canon, baby.

What about the other 10%? Fanon.

Will there be crossover shipping? Yeah, mostly one way tho. Idk if they're gonna end up together or not.

Is this cringe? Depends on you. I think it's brilliant.

Any cw or tw I need to watch out for? Not really, unless you can't stand some gore and nsfw. But even then they aren't that major. If you uncomfy about that, then I'll definitely warn you all with it before hand. Like a disclaimer or something.

Are my favs gonna be in this? Probably.

What fandoms? Well, big fandoms like Marvel, Dr Who, and Harry Potter is not gonna be in this. Super Mario, Warriors, and My Little Pony are tho. Gotta be my interest. Yours too if you like stuff from this list.

YOU GONNA MAKE FUN OF US FANS?? Heck no. I don't even like it when the creators do that, not unless it's a joke that we all agree on. Then maybe.

Is this gonna be real? As real as I want it to be, or as real as it's gonna be. I don't got the energy, or the art styles to animate this. But even if I do, idk who gonna voice em, who gonna help me animate em, or how I'm gonna get the money to pay the people who would help me. But, I've listened to Felix Kranken say "I have hope, and that's all we need" or something like that idk. So I guess we'll see. Has to be a good idea and idk if people like it or not. So... Yeah, we'll see.

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Well that's all the time I got left. Again, any more questions and you can go ahead and ask them and I'll reply, or better yet answer it in another post and tag you. Reblog or comment, it doesn't matter. I'll answer.

(also this is what inspired one of my ask blog a bit and how the characters there got to where they are, but the reason why I involved it there too was because I didn't think I'd get to share this idea with anyone, so kinda regret it, kinda not).

(the ask blog wouldn't be canon to this idea).

(my other ask blog is also inspired by this world too. In fact, it is the same world (most likely yeah)).

Anyways enough rambling. Hope you like the idea, because I value it more than the other fan made ones I've ever had. Every fan art I ever have (and will be) of characters interacting with each other, is all because of this idea. So I hope you've read it, and if you did. Thank you so much. Bye y'all, I'd probably talk about this some more in the future. Cya. 👋😸

[bearwithmeshifting]

Hello. I have considered myself otherkind/therian for years but as I've gotten older I've found myself growing more and more physically nonhuman. I was just wondering if you have any resources and/or tips that might help? Have a good day -☘️

By the nature of nonhuman existence being relatively niche and unspoken, I can’t find any information that I believe you wouldn’t come across while identifying as therian. I may ask around and reblog this post with more information as it becomes available.

I can’t give many tips regarding your nonhuman physicality without specification. If you find yourself feeling as though you’re not human, what makes you think so? Do you have urges that can’t be explained by normal human experience? Could your nonhuman physical traits fall in line with possible human conditions? If you’ve yet to shift, I’m afraid I can’t give advice on how to first shift, as I had followed others’ advice before I shifted and failed to do what was explained.

If you think you’re a shifter, I think I have a few tips. First: find verifiable evidence of you shifting. This will help with mental wellbeing, and will keep you from the usual trap of “That wasn’t real” and finding yourself shifting months later, having to relearn what you discarded. Second; figure out what you turn into. It sounds silly, but its easy to mistake your form for other things if without a way to observe yourself. I thought I was a bipedal wolf-shifter until I got told that I was a bear of some sort. Third; keep your nonhumanity deniable. If you want to keep relationships largely unaffected by your nonhumanity, changing behavior to express your nonhumanity may lead to others reacting differently to you. Fourth; decide if you even want to shift. A benefit of being a shifter is that your nonhumanity is liminal. You can choose if you want to play into your urges, or if you express them in other ways. Fifth; if you want to shift, find yourself somewhere secluded, whether that be in a national park or a private property. The biggest issues for shifting in your bedroom/house is that you may find it difficult to not destroy things. Many shifters lack property where they can properly roam until the end of their shift. If you shift outdoors, make sure you have a bag full of clothes and some snack (I use trail mix because I gotta open it before the bugs get into it) so you don’t find yourself hungry or without clothes. Sixth; you may find that you can’t shift. Don’t force it, you either haven’t fully developed the ability to shift, or you’re a nonshifter. Wait until you feel a hunger to shift, even after you’ve tried to forget about it. If you never feel it come, you’re probably in the clear. Seventh; don’t forget its totally valid to be a therian, even if you wish you could physically become your therian-type.

If you think you’re a general nonhuman other than a shifter, find a way to hide it. This may either be unthinkable or obvious. If you’re a nonhuman who doesn’t benefit from being able to put your nonhumanity away, its risky to display obvious nonhuman traits. I haven’t met any people with nonhuman traits constantly, but you’d likely suffer the same social rejection a shifter would, with the added risk of not being able to deny it on casual investigation. If you can’t find anyone to give guidance on your specific nonhumanity, display it to your biological parents to investigate if its hereditary (If you trust them).

[velkynkarma]

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#but only after i turn out the lights and it's safe to come out according to his little bp brain

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Summary:

When Shiro sends an emergency call while the Covenant is in town, Lance is ready to follow instructions and lay low. But he's not too thrilled with one of those orders: to rescue his vampiric roommate Keith from their apartment and get him to safety. In broad daylight. While he's out cold.

Living was nice while it lasted.

A missing scene from Premium Pandemonium, Chapter 19.

Warnings: None

Excerpt:

“You are of course more than welcome to stay here,” Allura says graciously. She sits down on her chair again, accompanied by a chorus of “HAILS!” and “PRAISE THE KINDNESS OF THE LION GODDESS!” from the mice.

“I’ll prepare your rooms, once we’ve finished warning the community,” Coran adds.

“Better prepare one more,” Lance says, and winces slightly. “We, ah…we have one other order from Shiro. Hunk…we gotta go get Keith.”

Hunk blinks. He and his swarm of hair-snakes stare at him. Lance is very glad Hunk is wearing contacts, because otherwise with that much stunning power he’d be on the floor in seconds. “But…it’s day,” Hunk says after a moment, as though this was obvious.

“Who’s Keith?” Pidge asks.

“I know it’s day,” Lance says. “That’s how bad it is, I guess. Shiro warned me to bundle him up good and get him over here. Which makes sense…you know he’s useless during the day. If Sanda showed up…”

“Ooooh.” Hunk grimaces. “Yeah. Yeah, that could…that could be bad. Really bad.”

“Who’s Keith?” Pidge repeats. “And what’s his beef with day? Is he a bogeyman?”

“Vampire,” Lance says.

“Oh.” Pidge’s eyes widen in understanding.

27 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#4

Phantom didn’t feel like participating. 

Part of this project over here.

36 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#3

My snake is really weird...

46 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

#2

Summary:

After the defeat of the Galra cult, the Holts dig into the research of their leader, Haggar. At Shiro's request, they search for information about him and his newfound magic in those notes.

Shiro fully expects them to find uncomfortable truths in those pages. But he doesn't at all expect what they actually find.

Warnings: None

Excerpt:

Shiro sits up immediately, on high alert. “Is something wrong? Are you in trouble?”

He’s already running through a mental inventory of his current weaponry, trying to decide if it’s worth rushing out the door or taking another minute to secure a few more knives and an extra pistol. Before he has to make the decision, Sam interrupts his train of thought. “Oh, no, no. There’s no danger and nobody is in trouble. I’m sorry, I couldn’t remember if you had classes tonight, and this discovery is...well, you’ll want to hear it as soon as you can.”

“Discovery?” Shiro’s interest perks immediately. “Is it about the magic?”

At its mention, the fire magic bound to his right arm stirs, tongues of violet fire licking over his fingers once before settling back into the runes carved into his arm. True mine?

He rubs his fingers absently together in a reassuring gesture. If it is, I promise I’ll return you, he thinks in the language of magic. The flames quiet inside of him, calmed.

“It’s...related,” Sam says carefully. “I honestly don’t think it’s a wise idea to speak about it over the phone. Are you available today?”

Well, that certainly catches his attention. “I don’t have classes today,” Shiro says. “Mostly just doing prepwork. I can be over in half an hour, if that works?”

“Excellent,” Sam says. “That works perfectly.”

“I’ll be there soon, then,” Shiro says, before hanging up.

56 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I got my dream pet recently, a snake, and I really wanted to try my hand at snake shed pendants. 

I thought it’d be fun to experiment with some fandom ones, so here’s some Deceit pendants from Sanders Sides.  

Featuring Phantom, my ball python, as seen below. And yes, the keychains do have real snake scales in them :) 

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65 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

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[mokutone]

yo i would love to hear some of ur trans yam headcanons :) (also ps ur art is breathtaking and whenever i see it reblogged on my dash i always come here anyway to read ur tags bc they r so! good!)

thank u 🥺🥺🥺 god im sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a couple days ksdjghsdkjgh not only have i got a LOT of thoughts to put here (this is only a selection of the bigger thoughts skdjghsdkjhg) i was also super busy the past few days!!!! ty for ur patience, ur compliments, and for inviting me to ramble abt my favorite guy!

maybe the one constant in all trans people is just like. our decision to intentionally and purposefully create ourselves, to forced into an identity by outside forces and to turn away from it in search of something else, and that’s ultimately what makes captain yamato read as a trans character to me! He goes through so many identities, and they are meaningful to him, but you can also clearly tell that he’s searching for something that really fits him.

I don’t really have a lot of firm thoughts on what his specific identity would be, I’ve seen some great nonbinary yams, some lovely genderfluid yams, trans guy yams, there’s a great variety and i delight in them all! 

I tend to imagine him as transmasculine and nonbinary but male aligned (which means he’d feel at least a partial connection to or comfort with masculinity) and while there are a bunch of labels for this experience of gender (demiboy, bigender, etc etc) i don’t see him as somebody who would use any specific labels, I feel like he’d keep his own experience of his gender fairly private! He’d prefer and be fine with masculine-coded terms of address, and happy enough passing as a guy.

AHH and on names...

I think Kinoe is the only name that I really see as like. a genuine deadname. It’s a name that means “The First” to my understanding, and so like, probably refers to him having the genetics of the first. Therefore, it’s kind of. literally a name referring to him as his biology...boy thats as deadname as it gets, huh? kill that shit and also danzō

Tenzō is also a name thats given to him, but to my understanding (all I know about the anbu arc is picked up thru osmosis lol) it’s a name that’s given to him twice, with affection. Once from Yukimi, who sees him as her brother (not a vessel for the first hokage’s powers, probably for the first time ever—even if it’s still another person’s name) He takes the name, gladly! Unfortunately danzō. anyway,

Later, when he starts to introduce himself to the non-root Anbu as Kinoe, Kakashi cuts him off and names him to the anbu as Tenzō. To my understanding: it’s a name at rest, not a name for one singular mission, but a name for his entire time in Anbu. It’s the name he keeps the longest. Again, it’s a name that’s given to him to him by somebody else, but it’s one that is given with the intention to free him of Kinoe, and all that Kinoe had to be. 

(A note on him getting annoyed with Kakashi for calling him Tenzō in main-plot:

Most of this is of course based off of personal experience, but I find it hard to believe that he would actively dislike Tenzō as a name since it was given with such sweet intentions—most of my names have been gifts, and the only one I’ve actively taken out of rotation has been bc i cannot stand the person who used it, and the way it was used, and while Anbu was certainly bad for Yamato...I don’t think it was quite that bad. I think him telling Kakashi to stop calling him Tenzō has more to do with the use of it where it doesn’t belong—for example, while it’s not exactly a name, I am happy to be called “mokutone” here, and you may notice my friends calling me by another name, but if any of those friends called me mokutone in DMs, I would be bothered by that.)

Yamato starts off as an empty codename, given to him for the purposes of his team 7 mission by the Hokage, but I think it gets such a loving and warm association from just...using out in the sunlight, with these kids that he comes to think so fondly of (he’s such a dad. god. he’s such a fucking dad) and with the friends he makes going out drinking and actually having time to socialize—and that means a lot! I think Yamato is probably the name which becomes most meaningful and like a home to him by the end of the series. This is the active name, the name where he is most himself. It’s vital for him to have that space to grow into! 

But that said, I personally feel like, if he were to continue beyond the edges of the story, this would not be the final name he bears. He’s probably well aware that a single name cannot contain who he is, or who he wants to be, and while being Given a name can be a beautiful thing (like i said, most of my names are gifts! i treasure them.) I think that, for his character arc, I would like him to name himself at some point. Even if it’s a name that only exists for private spaces, I want him to complete that self determination, to at least try it out, even if ultimately Yamato is the name everyone else will know him by.

Physical Transition Stuff

i will confess i hurt to imagine these shinobi binding 😭😭 even if an individual is binding safely (well made binder, no more than 8 hours, AND No Physically Intense Activity) they stand to risk hurting themself! In real life we gotta balance out the physical pain and the pain of dysphoria, but this is naruto and I’m Gonna Play Some Headcanon Games!

If chakra is both a kind of spiritual energy as well as directly connected to the body (as we learned in the hyūga fight) then it stands to reason that by manipulating ones own chakra, they can manipulate the body, or at least the way the body changes (such as naruto’s healing factor) 

This probably is not the safest thing to do unless you’re a mednin or following the directions of one, LMAO

The second the hell of puberty started up for Tenzō he tried to hold it back by sheer force of willpower + chakra manipulation alone 

but, manually controlling one’s chakra is like trying to prevent a stream from flowing with your hands alone, which is to say: an exhausting uphill battle.

 He’d probably only be doing it on his down time and not on a mission, but even still the most I bet he could make it doing that without getting figured out is two months.

Luckily blockers are readily available, Tenzō just had no idea and, gender being a private experience for him, was trying to handle the whole thing entirely on his own. Soon after attempting to self-regulate hormones him-fucking-self like a very valid but desperate fool, he gets an appointment, gets a prescription, and can chill out and not have to be as hellishly aware of his body constantly.

 Konoha mednin will say trans rights even if the village itself is garbage, this series is so god damn weird already, nobody can tell me a ninja taking hormones is somehow weirder than a ninja taking his dead best friends genetic superpower eye.

TWO WEEKS, THREE SPARS, AND ONE VERY EMOTIONALLY DRAINING CONVERSATION LATER:

u might think kakashi is passing him a water bottle and they both look so exhausted bc its post spar but no. physically theyre fine, but the emotional toll of having to talk about something either of them care at all about? miracle they survived.

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | AFTER YEARS . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

❃ WORD COUNT 2.8k words

❃ AUTHOR'S NOTES you have reached the final chapter of my tom holland series, never not! for those who have reached this part, i would like to say thank you so much for taking your time to read this cliche story that i wrote originally on wattpad, and hopefully, you enjoyed and loved it. thank you also for the constant reblogs and likes for each chapter in this series. i truly appreciate every reblog and like you gave. i also hope that you are satisfied with the ending of this series. with lots of love, lei <3

NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"All love stories are tales of beginnings. When we talk about falling in love, we go to the beginning, to pinpoint the moment of freefall." - Meghan O'Rourke

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"ONE MORE POSE FOR ME!"

Flash.

"And another one!"

Flash.

"Alright!" Y/N exclaimed and removed her Canon 90D DSLR camera from her right eye. "That's it for today, guys! Great job everyone!" shouted once more and looked at the photos that she took from the monitor of the computer.

She was doing a photoshoot for one of the famous magazine companies, The Hollywood Reporter. She was one of the photographers for the magazine company for almost a year already. She surely was so happy to receive a call way back a year ago before that she was hired. And, she surely was so happy to pursue what she dreamed of.

"Great shots, Y/N. Great as always." Someone said from behind her and Y/N could just smile at the compliment.

"Thank you, Millie." She said and looked at Camille. Camille became a fashion designer like how she always wanted to be. She worked alongside Y/N in several photoshoots just this year, coincidentally.

"Want to grab some coffee on the way home?" Camille asked as she prepared her purse and placed it on her shoulder.

"Sure," Y/N said and got the hard drive that was plugged into the computer since all of the photos were there. Not only was she a photographer but also one of the editors for the magazines. "But after that, I gotta go somewhere."

"Are you gonna go to that place again?" Camille asked and Y/N looked at her and nodded as an answer. They walked out together as they were the only people left there.

"I'll probably call Erika after you go. Just gonna remind her about the reunion that our family had planned for this weekend." Camille said while walking beside Y/N.

"But she'll probably be with Harrison right now," Y/N said.

"They're still together all these years? Never knew she was a relationship person honestly." Camille said.

"Me either. But, she's happy so I'm happy for her." Y/N said.

They entered the coffeehouse that was packed with busy people. The scent of coffee went to their noses as soon as they got in.

"I totally forgot that it's still Friday today," Camille said. "So many people."

They lined up in the long line since there was only one cashier available.

"By the way, have you seen the latest movie?" Camille asked Y/N and she gave a confused look.

"Which one?" Y/N asked back.

"I think it was the— erm— The latest Spiderman movie. I don't know the full title but I heard they just released a new one this month." Camille said. "Tom is in it right?"

Tom.

That name that Y/N will never forget.

Y/N smiled under her breath before answering her. "Yeah, I guess."

After that, they just waited for the line to be shorter and shorter until they were the next one to order. After they ordered, they stood in the corner waiting for their coffee to be made.

"One cappuccino and latte for Y/N!"

"I'll get it," Camille said and walked fast to get their orders. She mouthed thank you to the lady and went to Y/N's side again. "Here's your cappuccino," Camille said and handed Y/N her drink as they made their way out of the coffeehouse.

"So, I'll see you on Monday at work?" Camille asked.

"Always." That was what Y/N answered. "Take care!" She added before waving goodbye to Camille and went in the opposite direction as her with her drink in her hand.

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Y/N parked her car on the side of the empty road. After how many months, almost a year, of driving lessons, she could finally drive for herself.

Before she got out, she got her drink and her other things first and removed her coat. She got out of the car with her things and shut the door and locked it.

The wind suddenly blew her hair and she smiled at this great feeling. As she walked towards the sand, she took off her shoes and placed them in the same spot that she would sit on. Luckily, no one was in the place other than herself.

The sun was almost setting and the waves were still moving in the ocean. She had come to this place almost every day or at least most of the time. The light of the sun reflected on the sun symbol on her bracelet that he gave her a few years back. She sighed at the thought of him.

She had lost contact with him just almost a year ago because of his busy schedule but Harrison would be the one to tell her how Tom was doing and all. Well, not really lost contact but they rarely contacted each other for the past few months due to their work.

Although those had happened, she never stopped going back to this place that Tom wanted her to always go. This was the place that kept her alive and stress-free.

Their relationship had its ups and downs.

Tom became one of the most famous celebrities in the world ever since he got the role of being Spiderman. After that, he had more upcoming movies for the past years later on.

Although there may have been rumors about him being in a relationship with one of his co-stars, Zendaya, because of their roles in Spider-Man, her trust for him remain. Although at some point, it hurt her but that just passed away.

Overall, she was happy for him and for what he has achieved. She was so proud of what he had become. It didn't stop her from visiting his family's house and spending time with them.

"I wish you were here right now." She whispered to herself as the wind could not stop making her hair fly.

"And I'm here." A voice said from a distance but loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes widen at this very familiar voice and her eyes began to water.

She slowly looked in the direction of the voice that she heard and there stood the person that she has been waiting for.

He gave her the same smile that she would never forget. He still looked the same as before but he was more muscular now. He looked better in person than on the big screen or in his interviews. His brown hair is now shorter but still had curls on.

"Tom?" She whispered and he could just easily read her lips calling his name. He opened his arms widely for her. She then ran up to his open arms and did not think twice about wrapping her arms around him. He spun her around as soon as he closed his arms around her.

Her tears fell from her eyes while hugging him. When Tom heard her sob, he placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair. "I'm home, love." He whispered to her.

She pulled away for a while and admired him. His face features, his hair. Everything about him. She suddenly pinched his cheeks with both of her hands that surprised Tom.

"Ow! What was that for?" He asked as he felt the slight pain from the pinch. His voice is deeper than before and his British accent is kind of mixed with an American accent.

"You are real," Y/N said that made Tom chuckle.

She was still as adorable as always. Tom thought

"Of course I am. You thought you're hallucinating?" Tom asked her and she nodded.

"It's been so long to finally see you personally," Y/N said and she slapped him on the chest. "You kept me waiting you know!"

"I'm sorry, love." Tom apologized and kissed her forehead. "Four years, huh?"

"And three months," Y/N added while looking at him and grinned.

"You have been counting," Tom said that made Y/N nod. "I missed you so much." He said and pulled her for a hug again. "God, I do miss you."

"I missed you too, Thomas." She replied and noticed the scrunchie that was on his wrist. The same scrunchie that she gave him before. "You kept it." She said and held to his wrist where the scrunchie was and smiled at him.

"Of course. It really reminded me of you." He answered.

They decided to sit down and talked about each other's new life. Tom was surprised about Y/N's career since he never thought she would be into photography like his brother, Harry.

"Your mom really influenced me to go to that," Y/N said. "That's why I'm so grateful for her."

"I had a photoshoot in that company actually," Tom said and that made her eyes widen. "Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, but that was like two thousand seventeen or something." He answered.

"Your American accent is really showing up," Y/N said and smiled at him.

"Well, most of my roles required this accent which I'm good at, surprisingly." He answered.

"How long have you been here already?" She asked him, curiously.

"Just today. I told my family first and Harrison that I was coming back for a week's vacation. And, I wanted to surprise you." He answered and placed his arms around her shoulders. She placed her head on his shoulder and gave a relieved sigh. Her happiness cannot be measured right now.

"You wanna go to the water?" Tom said and Y/N suddenly ran away from him and giggled.

"If you could catch me first!" Y/N said and ran which made Tom scoffed a laugh.

"I will!" Tom said and chased after her. After a few seconds of running, Tom was a few inches away from her and scooped her legs and carried her bridal style and he walked towards the water.

"No! Put me down! The water is gonna be so cold!" Y/N said but Tom ignored her and laughed. Then, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and forcefully pushed both of them down together to the water.

"Holy shit, the water is so cold," Y/N said as she raised her head up from the water as well as Tom. "Damn you, Holland!"

"You're gonna pay for that," Tom said and splashed her with water and Y/N did the same. Basically, the couple had a water fight. They kept laughing and splashing on the water to each other even as they stood up.

Tom then grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her closer to him. They both wrapped their arms around each other and Y/N just gave a light laugh.

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"Do you have a towel in your car?" Tom asked as they got out of the water, their bodies and clothes soaking wet as they stayed there a while ago to watch the sunset.

"Yep. It's on the back. I came prepared." Y/N said as she gave Tom the keys and walked towards her car. Tom could just laugh.

Tom got the towel and wrapped it around Y/N's body and continued to hug her from behind. They decided to stay on the beach a little longer until they dried up. After a few minutes, they then went inside the car with Tom as a driver although Y/N insisted that she would drive.

They went directly to Y/N's apartment that she rented ever since she got her work. Tom parked in the basement of the building. As soon as they got out, Tom locked the cars and gave Y/N back her keys. They walked together and got to an elevator going to her apartment.

"How's your dad and Aria?" Tom asked as Y/N shoved the key on the doorknob.

"They are doing great actually," Y/N answered. "Aria got a job in New Zealand in tourism. And, will you believe that my dad actually got married a year ago?" Y/N said happily and opened the door.

"Really? I never heard of that." Tom said.

"Because we made it a private wedding so it's only our relatives and Mom Trina's family too," Y/N explained to Tom. "Mom Trina is an amazing woman and I'm glad they got to meet each other."

"Your mom will be happy that your dad is happy," Tom said and Y/N could only smile.

She placed her things down the counter table. "This is my home." She said to Tom who was looking everywhere in the apartment. "It's not that bad." He said.

"Yep. In my room, I get to see the city and the sunset and sunrise too." While Y/N was talking. Tom just kept staring at her, admiring her. He couldn't explain how happy he felt when he finally saw her again. He walked closer to her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. This startled Y/N a bit but she held his arms and leaned her back to his chest.

"How did I get so lucky to have you?" Tom whispered and moved her hair away and gave a peck on her neck.

"Destiny, I guess." She answered and turned around to face him. She saw him looked at her lips and decided to close the gap between them by pressing her lips to his. Tom responded to the kiss and pulled her closer to him. As soon as the kiss became heated, she jumped and wrapped her legs around Tom's waist and he was carrying her. He then walked towards her room and shut the room by kicking his foot at the door while kissing and carrying her.

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The ray of light hit Y/N's eyes as soon as she woke up. She felt strong arms around her bare waist and she smiled. She yawned and stretched her legs before she tried to move Tom's arm around her. She could still hear his soft snores beside her. His curls are really showing off when his head was on the pillow. She tried to get up but was stopped when she felt a hand grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to the bed. Strong arms wrapped around her again but this time tighter.

"Tom!" She exclaimed.

"Don't leave me here," Tom mumbled while his eyes were still closed and snuggled his head to her neck which tickled a little.

"Alright, baby," Y/N said and snuggled back at him. "But I have to cook breakfast. It's like almost lunch already."

"That was a long long night." Tom teased and Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she remembered what happened last night. She slapped Tom's arm playfully who just laughed at her. "Let's do it again," Tom whispered in her ear with a husky voice and attempted to kiss her again but Y/N covered his mouth with her hand.

"Nope, nope. Not happening." Y/N said as she shoved his arms away from her and stood up with the blanket wrapped around her. "You better go and shower, Holland!" She exclaimed as she exited her room.

"Join me, then!"

"Shut it, Thomas!"

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"Alright, we're on our way now, mum," Tom said through his phone as he drove in the road. "Love you too. Bye." He ended the call and placed his phone down. His eyes focusing on the road.

"What did she say?" Y/N asked.

"Harrison and Erika are already there and there done preparing." He answered and she just nodded as an answer. He glanced at her and smiled, taking her nearest hand and intertwining their fingers together. Y/N looked at him and smiled back. Tom decided to stop driving for a while which made Y/N confused. He parked the car on the side of the road.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, concerned.

"I just..." Tom paused for a while. "I'm just so happy that I got to see you again," Tom said and looked at her deep in her eyes.

Y/N placed a hand on his cheek and smiled. "Me too, Tom." She said.

"I'll take you with me once my vacation is over," Tom said and her eyes widen.

"But I have work—"

"I already talked to your manager and he's fine with it. He's gonna give you a break for a while." Tom said.

"How is that even possible?" She asked and giggled.

"Secret," Tom said and grinned. "I want you to see my work and some of the co-stars want to meet you."

"Seriously?" Y/N asked. "You talked about me to them?"

"Yep." Tom answered, emphasizing the 'p'. "Even the Avenger cast wants to meet you."

"Alright, then. I'll get to see celebrities." Y/N squealed and smiled at him. "At least I get to see my boyfriend work. This is exciting."

Tom placed a hand on her nape and pulled her head closer for him to kiss your forehead and lips.

"I love you, my love." He said. "You are my world and my everything."

Oh, how lucky they were for each other.

"I love you, too, Tom."

Always.

Forever.

Fin.

❝ WE WERE SO BEAUTIFUL

WE WERE SO TRAGIC

NO OTHER MAGIC

COULD EVER COMPARE ❞

❃ ANOTHER AUTHOR'S NOTE to add, feel free to also comment or reblog how this series was. i would lovre to read your thoughts and feelings about this series. once again, thank you for reading NEVER NOT, by yours truly 🦋

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[thegirlintheswivelchair]

You Owe Me Ice Cream || P.P.

Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: +6.4K (...I still write a lot)

Summary: You and Peter made a bet. You won, but right now, Peter is really just hoping he’ll get the chance to get that ice cream with you.

Warnings: Lots of angst (with a happy end). Violence, mentions of blood, surgery, near death moments, talk of death and major injury, anxiety, a few swear words, hospitals, but there is fluff around here somewhere. Let me know if I missed anything. (And as always, bad editing)

A/N: Hey, this is the first fight scene with a major injury I’ve written. (Also, it’s my second fic ever, so that too…) So I’m hoping this makes sense and isn’t too disappointing. It does shift tone a lot after the time lapse! Feedback, likes and reblogs are super duper appreciated

(Italics are a flashback)

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You were on the other side of the alleyway from Peter. The pair of you were sparring with the rather large group of men you had been trailing since the beginning of patrol. They were putting up a good fight, but it seemed like you and Peter had the upper hand.

“Hey Spidey, if we get done here soon enough, that ice cream shop might still be open.” You spoke into your comms swiftly dodging a punch and kicking the legs out from under one of the men surrounding you.

“The one with the gigantic brownie sundaes?” Peter asked in return, glancing over his shoulder at you while simultaneously whipping one of the thugs he had webbed into the wall.

“Yeah, that’s the one! What do you think, whoever takes down more baddies buys?” You offer the bet, feeling confident as you concentrate your powers to your fists to deliver a stunning blow to the next available target. Your fist makes contact with their jaw, bright energy transferring across their face. They drop like a marionette.

“Oh, you’re on, Sparks.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as the two of you began fighting the men circled around you with new enthusiasm.

With fists glowing, you knocked the last man near you unconscious with a particularly nasty right hook. “Ha! That makes five, Spiderman. I think you might be buying.” You quipped, but your attention was immediately drawn to the other antagonists of the night who were focused on Peter. You ran deeper into the alleyway as Peter kept up his assault on the last two men, dodging their advances and throwing his own hits into the mix. Neither of you noticed one of the bodies on the ground stir, taking an odd looking contraption out of his pocket and aiming it at your oncoming figure.

Peter sensed the attack before it happened. Whipping around to warn you, he shouted your name, but it was too late. He saw the poisonous purple light pierce your stomach and throw you against the brick wall of the alleyway. Peter shot out a web, yanked the alien-tech from the attacker, and stuck it to the wall, quickly sending a taser web to stun the man once more.

He dodged the punches from the other thugs, and began sprinting in your direction as you slid down the wall, one arm holding your abdomen. You looked up at him shaking your head in warning and whispered the word “swing.” His enhanced hearing caught the word just in time to launch himself upwards when you summoned the last of your strength to finish the fight. Raising your hand, shining white hot and blinding, you slammed it against the ground. A pulse of energy flew from your fist at the impact sending the remaining thugs flying into the walls opposite you. Each one hit the brick with sickening crunches and crumpled to the ground.

The moment the wave had dissipated, Peter swung and landed next to you. He fell to his knees with his chest heaving. Big white eyes stared at you wide and panicked as he looked to the quickly darkening patch on your suit. Karen, his AI, was speaking to him, telling him about the injury you had sustained and the state of your vitals. Neither were good. You needed immediate medical attention or—He couldn’t finish the thought. He wouldn’t. He reached out to you, cupping your masked face with shaking hands. You looked up at him with pain in your eyes.

“Shit, Spidey. I’m so—I’m so sorry. I didn’t see the guy was waking up. I should—I should’ve—“ Your words were punctuated with your gasping pants as the adrenaline and your wound stopped you from breathing properly. With your free hand you pulled off your mask trying to get air.

“Hey, hey, no, no, no, it’s ok. It’s not your fault. We both thought he was down for the count.” Peter said his thumb rubbing across your cheek. “I gotta get you out of here. We need to get you to Dr. Cho.”

You looked down at your body. “He really—really got me good didn’t he...” Your voice sounded weak as you spoke. Peter noticed your eyes flutter.

“Y/N, keep your eyes open. You gotta stay with me.” Peter’s voice was soft but urgent. On the outside he seemed to have calmed down. He was trying to offer you strength as you struggled against the black that was closing around you. Just below the surface his heart was hammering in his chest. Fear coursed through his veins as his mind scrambled to think how he was going to move you—and to where. He didn’t think he could actually get you to Dr. Cho. The two of you were miles from the tower in the city.

“I’m not going anywhere spider-boy,” You answered weakly, “You owe me ice cream.” Your lips twitched up slightly as you stared at him with heavily lidded eyes.

Peter wanted to smile, but he saw your grip on your stomach loosen. You were losing too much blood. Red warning signs were starting to go off in the periphery of his mask, alerting him to the steadily sinking state of your health.  He needed to act somehow, and fast. He asked Karen about any hospitals, and she said there was an urgent care about 20 blocks north from your location...It would have to do.

Shifting around and getting into position to pick you up, one of his arms moved under your legs and the other stayed cupping your cheek as he said, “I’ll buy you all the ice cream you want after this, but you have to promise me you’ll stay awake, yeah? Now, we really need to get you help, Y/N/N.” You nodded sluggishly, and he moved his hand from your cheek to snake around your torso and lifted you up.

You let out a cry of pain as the movement jostled you. Your free hand came up to grip his shoulder as if to stop him from moving. The sound ripped through Peter, “I know. I know this hurts, but we gotta go. It’s only a mile from here. Just stay with me.” His soft voice broke at the end as he began to run. Whimpers and little cries of pain came from you with each step.

“Peter!” you yelped, “Peter, you have to—to stop!”

“I can’t, you’re bleeding out,” he said, slight panic finally making its way into his voice as he continued his run.

“Peter, please! I’m—I’m…” Your weak voice trailed off and the grip you’d had on Peter’s shoulder fell away to hang loosely at your side.

Peter skidded to a halt when he saw your eyes had shut. His lungs heaved with adrenaline and a new kind of fear that was sending shards of ice through his chest. “No, no, no, no, no! Y/N!” he called out loudly, “Y/N, open your eyes!”

When you still gave no response, he dropped to the ground placing you on his lap. He was cradling you against his chest with one arm and the other going to place new pressure on your wound. “Y/N! Come on, wake up!” He pleaded.

Focused on repeating his plea over and over as you laid unresponsive, he didn’t even realize Karen’s voice of warning had been replaced by another.

“Kid! Hey! Underoos!” A slightly gruff voice broke through Peter’s growing haze of hysteria.

His head snapped up, as if looking for the location of the voice. “Mr.—Mr. Stark?” he stuttered.

Tony spoke quickly through Peter’s comms, “Underoos, what the hell is going on? Friday’s alarm for Y/N’s vitals is going off. Kid, her stats are plummeting—“

“Mr. Stark! Y/N, she—she got shot by some kind of alien tech. It hit her stomach, and—and now she’s bleeding out. I didn’t—I didn’t see the guy waking up, and now...Oh my God, I can’t—she’s barely breathing.” Peter rushed out, stuttering as the panic was trying to take control. He was looking at your ashen face and hearing your heartbeat weaken slowly, and he didn’t know what to do.

“Peter, I’m on my way. I need you to breath,“ Tony said while a cascade of small metallic clinks could be heard over the comms, no doubt it was his nano-tech suit surrounding his body.

“But Mr. Stark, you’re not supposed to—“

“I can, and I will. She needs help. I’ll be there in five,” Tony said firmly.

Peter looked down at you, not answering his mentor. His hand was still pressed to your wound, and his chest pinched as he watched a dark stain transfer to his hand as he held you. “Please, Y/N/N… please stay with me…” he croaked leaning his forehead on yours.

He kept cradling you, listening to your heartbeat, and wishing with all he was that it would keep beating. Finally, he heard the sounds of thrusters and a low clank of metal hitting the ground.

Whipping his head in the direction of the iron suit, his grip tightened around you. “She’s—her heart...” His voice broke as he stared at the red and gold figure.

Tony, inside the suit, stepped closer answering quickly, “I know, Pete. I need to take her, so we can give her a fighting chance.” The suit whirred as he knelt in front of Peter's and your hunched figures, arms extending in an invitation for Peter to place your body into his care.

Peter hesitated, realizing this might be the last time he’d hear your heartbeat ever again. “I can’t lose her.” Peter’s voice was so small as he looked up at the Iron Man mask with his own bright white eyes. They seemed to plead with the retired superhero to make a miracle happen.

Tony spoke softly, “Then let’s go. Come on.” His hands gestured for your body.

Peter shifted your weight in his arms and gently laid you down in the arms of the iron suit. Immediately, Tony stood up, nodded to Peter, and launched himself into the sky rocketing in the direction of the tower.

Without missing a beat, Peter shot out a web and started to swing and follow your fleeting figure.

——

Peter’s whole body was screaming with fatigue as he finally made it to the tower. Clambering through the window Tony kept open for him, he practically fell on his face, but strong arms caught him and set him on his feet. Peter ripped off his mask, and looked up meeting Steve’s eyes. His brown eyes searched the blond’s face for any sign of how you were doing. “Y/N, is she—“ He broke off, not sure how to end that question. “I—I need to see her,” He breathed, trying to move from Steve’s grip, urged forward by his singular focus of making sure you were ok.

Steve’s grip only got stronger around Peter’s shoulders stopping him from rushing into the medical wing. “They’re still working on her, Peter. You won’t be allowed to see her.”

“But is she ok? Is—is she going to be ok?”

Steve looked into the young man’s eyes, brows pinched together, “They aren’t sure. She’s in critical condition, but they said there’s a chance she’ll make it through.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Peter whispered, “there’s a chance…” He set his jaw and nodded like he was solidifying his resolve not to freak out. You had a chance, and the thought lit a spark of hope at his core, and he was going to cling to it like a lifeline.

——

Peter was officially coming undone at the seams. For the last two hours he had seen nurses rushing in and out of the operating wing, some with extra gauze and others carrying new bags of blood. No one paused or came in with new information, and the lack of news was driving him crazy. His hair was sticking up in every direction now having been finger-combed and tugged on countless times. His eyes were burning holes into the ground when he wasn’t looking at the doors the medical team was frequenting. An anxious energy spilled from his body as he paced and bounced on his feet.

A few of the other team members who had trickled in to wait for news about you sat watching him move back and forth, unsure of how to comfort him. Tony had given up trying to get him to calm down an hour ago when he had gotten Peter to try and sit down only for him to fidget and jiggle his legs until Peter felt like he would explode from the anxiety and trapped emotions that were sizzling under the surface. Peter had jumped up the moment he saw a nurse come through the doors, but immediately groaned in frustration as the man had kept moving past the door. Spinning on his heel, he continued his pacing. Tony, seeing it was what helped distract him, let Peter resume pacing—even if it was making his own skin crawl. Anyone who tried to talk to Peter, or even tell him to change out of his suit was met with silence and an intense stare that told them to back off.

Another hour passed, and it didn’t matter how much he moved, how much he paced and tried to zone everything out, he was going to snap soon if he didn’t get an update. He was contemplating charging through the doors that led to where you were being operated on and demanding information, but he knew that wasn’t going to help anyone, especially you.

You—his partner in crime and in battle, the person he turned to when he needed a good hug or a laugh, the friend that challenged him and inspired him. You—the woman that was fierce, good, and beautiful. You—the one who had slowly taken root in his heart, the one he never wanted to let go of—were hanging on to life by a thread, all because he didn’t notice a thug waking up.

He should have been able to stop the attack or warn you faster. If you died…

The thought was enough to stop his breathing and still his movement—something he barely noticed as his mind was starting to crumble under the stress. He felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. Immediately tensing up, he turned toward the intruder ready to lash out, but was met with familiar hazel eyes and his body language softened at the sight of his friend. Her hand came up to cup his cheek. “Breath, Peter,” she said quietly.

“Wanda…” Peter whispered as he tried to take a breath in.

“Just breath. Take a deep breath with me.” The hand on his cheek moved to his chest, and she breathed deeply while looking into his eyes. He followed her breath letting her presence ground him.

“Wanda...what if she doesn’t—” Peter murmured biting his bottom lip to stop it from trembling.

“Don’t give those words power, Peter,” She said, cutting him off with her accent coming out strongly. Peter saw the worry around her eyes and realized she was saying this not only for him but for herself too. Wanda loved you. He knew losing you would be devastating for her.

Peter pulled Wanda into a bone crushing hug wanting to offer her comfort, and some kind of apology for everything that was happening, and he just really freaking needed a hug right now. She wrapped her arms around him, and they stayed that way just silently offering each other strength.

They didn’t break apart until they heard a small clearing of the throat coming from the door of the waiting room. Peter’s head snapped up, and moved to give his full attention to Dr. Cho.

“Do—Do you have news? How is she? Is she ok? Please tell me she’s ok.” Peter rushed out, eyes pleading with the woman.

She looked tired, but her face and body language didn’t suggest the news she had was bad. Instead, with a sigh that seemed relieved, she offered the room full of waiting Avengers a small smile as she said, “Y/N made it through the surgery, and should make a full recovery.” All around the room, mutterings of ‘thank God’ and huge sighs of relief were heard as Dr. Cho continued, ”You can go see her. She is in the room at the end of the hall recovering, but with her injuries being as bad as they were, we are keeping her sedated for the night to—”

Peter didn’t listen to the last part of what the doctor said. As soon as she had said you were going to make it, he had rushed passed her through the door and was running down the hallway looking into each room until he saw you in the room at the end. You were pale and wires were hooked up to you everywhere. An oxygen tube was placed under your nose, and an IV ran from your hand leading to drip bags. The room was filled with electrical noises and beeps, but all Peter could hear was your heartbeat. Your beautiful, strong, living heartbeat.

Peter rushed into the room and stopped at the head of your bed. Reaching out with a shaking hand, he ran the pads of his fingertips lightly over the side of your face gently trailing down your jaw line and coming back to delicately caress your cheek. You were warm to the touch, and honestly, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt something more wonderful.

Suddenly, the world blurred, and he sucked in a violent breath of air. A sob broke from his mouth as he collapsed into the chair by the bed. The relief and the overwhelming release of all the emotions he had been keeping at bay that night were flooding out of his body with each sob. His hand found yours and he held onto it like his life depended on it. In his head, he could only think one thing:

She’s alive, She’s alive, She’s alive…

——

2 Months later

Right now, Peter had butterflies in his stomach so severe he was sure he was going to barf. He was sitting in the living room of the Avengers compound bouncing his legs and tapping his fingers in an attempt to relieve any of the nervousness that was churning in his stomach. It really wasn’t helping, so he tried to distract himself by picking up his phone to look at it for a few minutes, but then he didn’t want to miss you coming in, so he put it down, and turned his head towards the entrance of the hallway he knew you were going to be coming through. But then as he over thought that, he realized it might be weird to just stare until you came, so he went back to staring through the window. Except that didn’t distract him enough from his nerves, so he went back to trying the phone again. 

It became a cycle, and by the fourth round of Peter doing this, and the added leg bounce shaking the couch, Nat finally shut her book with a loud thud and stared at the nervous guy on the other side of the couch. “Peter.” She said in a flat voice.

He was scrolling on his phone again, and didn’t notice her call him.

“Peter.” She tried again. 

Nothing.

Rolling her eyes, she picked up the pillow next to her and chucked it at him. It hit him in the head.

“Hey! What was that for?” He questioned a little annoyed as his hand went up to his hair to make sure it didn’t get messed up. 

“You’re shaking the couch, and I can tell you’re nervous. What’s going on?” She asked evenly.

Peter’s cheeks and tips of his ears flushed a light shade of pink, at her observation. “Oh sorry,” He mumbled, his legs stopping for the moment. “It’s nothing. Just waiting for Y/N to go get ice cream.”

Nat just stared at him for a moment, her eyes doing their usual cool assessment, until the corner of her lips quirked up in a small knowing smile. “You hang out all the time? What’s different about today?” She asked.

His nerves turned into insecurity quickly as he looked at her. It wasn’t that he couldn’t trust Natasha, she’d been his confidant before. He might even say their relationship had grown into some kind of friendship with the long hours of training and missions they had done together, but this was different. He had barely admitted to himself the thing that was making his heart pound and his palms sweat, let alone anyone else.

See, it had been 8 weeks since your near fatal accident. The one where Peter hadn’t known if you would make it for a better part of 7 hours. It had been some of the worst hours of his life, and he’d had plenty of terrible hours. He still wanted to cry every time he pictured your body lying limply in his arms barely breathing. He had been so scared to lose you. 

Between that night and now, Peter had thought a lot about why he’d been so scared. Sure, you were one of his best friends, and yes to lose any of his teammates would be devastating, and ok the situation is traumatic and heartbreaking even if you had been a stranger, but he’d felt a very specific fear that day. It reminded him of the fear he had felt the day his uncle died, and the day he saw Tony burnt and broken after the snap. In fact, he realized in all three situations, it had been the same exact fear. It was the kind of fear that didn’t just plant itself in the chest and make it hard to breath. It was the kind that rooted itself in the soul, making one’s whole being want to scream. It was the kind that anticipated pain, but not of a broken heart. No, this fear knew that if the worst happened the heart would be shattered and never whole again. That was the fear that had raced through Peter’s veins the night you’d gotten hurt.

But in usual Peter fashion, he hadn’t understood why the same fear connected you to these other events in his life until about a week ago. That was when Peter had, what he says, a ridiculously cheesy lightbulb moment. It was during a game night with the rest of the team. 

For some reason, the team had landed on Dance Dance Revolution for the night’s entertainment—much to your chagrin. You were being a good sport about it, until the betting part of the night began. Then your competitive side had no choice but to come out. Bets for using someone’s cool new fighting toy, doing someone’s laundry or their paperwork for a given amount of time, sacrificing a favorite food for another person, or simply just lots of cash began circling between the team. 

You’d won and lost a couple rounds with Wanda and Sam, and were currently rolling your eyes at Sam who was circling you in a victory dance. You turned to Peter, and just by the look in your eyes, he knew he was your next challenge. You jutted your chin at him like the “cool kid” you were, making him laugh, and said you could do better than he could. 

“What do you think, Spidey?”

“What do I think? I think I can win this,” He said a bit cockily, teasing you with his confidence. “But what do I get when I win, Sparks?” He asked using the nickname he’d given you. 

“Oh please, this is clearly going to end with me winning.” You shot back before pausing to look at him thoughtfully, “What’s it worth to you?”

Peter smiled a little darkly before humming in thought, “How about, if I win, you have to clean up my web fluid station for a week?”

You grimaced, “Ugh, you always leave the worst mess when you’re experimenting.”

“Yup,” He said, not losing the teasing smile. “And I’ve been thinking of some ways of tweaking it lately. So, I’m sure there will be—” 

“Ok! Ok! Deal, I’ll clean up your mess if you win,” you huffed cutting him off, “But if I win,” You pointing your finger at him with your eyes shining, “you finally have to watch the Pride and Prejudice mini series with me!” You exclaimed a big smile coming over your face.

“What? No! I can’t listen to old fashioned talking for that long!” He cried.

“Oh don’t be such a baby, it’s so worth it! Come on, Pete. Do we have a deal?” You asked.

“More than 6 hours of old fashioned drama for a single DDR dance?” Peter sighed dramatically, “Fine.” He held out his hand as he added, “Hope you're ready to deal with a web-filled disaster for a week.” 

“Please,” you scoffed while taking his hand, “Popcorn and hours of Colin Firth is where this is headed,” and just to mess with him you let some of your power flow through your hand, shocking him.

“Ow! Hey, no powers!” He whined as he rubbed his hand. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Spidey. You ready to get creamed on the dance floor?” You said, a competitive smile spread over your face as you stepped up to the dance space.

Soon enough the two of you were dancing, laughing and throwing some truly childish shade at each other. At one point, Peter had looked over at you and felt something starting to bloom in his chest. It filled him with a warmth that didn’t have anything to do with the physical exertion of dancing. You were laughing and your eyes were bright, and he just felt overwhelmed by the thought of you being alive next to him. He had had so many of these moments over the last two months that just reminded him of how much you meant to him. How thankful he was you were alive, and it wasn’t helping that each time he looked over, the feeling in his chest got stronger. It was all he could do to not tackle you in a hug. 

Once it was over and he had won—fair and square he might add—you had decided to pout over losing to him, and made your way over to sit by Nat and Wanda. You looked back at him and stuck your tongue out, making him laugh. You really were one of his favorite people...then, for some reason, that’s when the feeling in his chest seemed to explode, and it all made sense. 

He loved you. 

He loved you so much, he stopped breathing for a second.

All the pieces started to fall into place. His fear that horrible night, holding you in his arms and hearing your heartbeat weaken slowly, had been like the day his uncle died or with Tony, because he loved you. He had been petrified, knowing to his very core he’d never be quite whole again if he lost you.

He also knew he needed to tell you. If that night had taught him anything, it was that he was not going to waste a second of time with you. 

Which is why Peter was now sitting in the living room, acting like a nervous wreck, and hoping that he doesn’t actually puke due to nerves. 

He had decided when the two of you made plans to get ice cream together, he would tell you then. Except, he didn’t actually know how you felt about him. He knew you liked him, but could it ever be as more than a friend? It wasn’t something he had ever thought of. It certainly wasn’t something the two of you had ever talked about. So, he was freaking out that he was about to tell you something that would alter your whole relationship for better or for worse.

Nat was still sitting patiently waiting for Peter to speak. He had turned his head away and had seemed to have gotten lost in thought. His leg had started jiggling up and down again, so she reached over and put a hand on his knee. It stilled and he looked at her. This time, her eyes held more softness as she asked again, “Peter, what’s wrong?”

His worried eyes looked back at her. “I’m gonna tell Y/N, I love her…” He whispered cheeks going pinker than before.

Nat’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “I didn’t know you two had made it official.”

The statement caught Peter off guard. “What do you mean?”

Nat looked at him for a second, “Are you two not dating?”

“Oh, uh no. No, we’re not.” He mumbled looking down at the ground.

“But you still want to tell her you love her?” 

Peter took a big steadying breath, “She almost died that night,” He started quietly, “I still can’t get the thought of losing her out of my head. I was so scared that night, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been more relieved than when I found out she was going to be ok.

“Now, everytime I see her, I just want to be around her all the time. I don’t want to miss a moment of life with her, you know? And at first I thought that was normal after something like that night happened, but I don’t think it is. That’s when I realized it’s because I love her, and I feel like I need to tell her...I just don’t know what to expect when I do.” He finished and looked up at Nat, his tone just as quiet as it had been when he started. 

She stared back at him with a small smile that told Peter she knew something he didn’t, “Tell her what you just told me, and you don’t have to worry about it going badly.”

“How do you—” He was cut off when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Peter jumped up from the couch, butterflies raging in his stomach again as he looked towards the hallway’s entrance. Nat smirked and got up from the couch, leaving the room to give Peter and you privacy. 

When you rounded the corner, your eyes met his and a large smile spread across your face. Just looking at the way your eyes lit up made the butterflies in Peter’s stomach burst into flames as a new heat radiated through him. How could you be so beautiful?

“Hey, Pete! You ready for the world’s biggest brownie sundae?” You asked brightly as you made your way over to him.

“Uh, yea-yeah, I’m so ready. Couldn’t be more ready.” Peter stuttered out.

Your smile faltered slightly as you looked at him. “You, ok?” You asked lightly.

“Yeah, totally!” He said, mentally cursing how his voice came out higher than normal. He was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but of course, you did.

“Are you sure? Cuz we can get ice cream a different day.” You offered, this time placing your hand on his arm to reassure him it was ok to cancel.

The heat in his cheeks grew even more, and Peter hoped he didn’t look like a tomato. He really needed to calm down.

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “No, really, I’m ok. I still want to get ice cream.” 

You didn’t push him, just gave him one more searching look that Peter hoped wouldn’t see too much. He knew how well you could read him. 

You must have decided he would talk to you when he was ready because you nodded and looped your arm through his, and started to head for the door. “Ok, then let's go! I cannot wait to see how massive the brownie sundae actually is. MJ told me they give you an entire can of whipped cream, which sounds like heaven.” You rambled as the two of you made your way out.

On the way there, Peter was quiet for most of the ride into the City leaving you to do most of the talking while he listened. When you did let silence fall, it was filled with a kind of awkwardness and strain that was foreign in your relationship. He felt you throwing him glances from time to time, concern clearly present whenever you did. 

It wasn’t until you were just walking up to the ice cream parlor that you finally tugged on his arm to stop him.

“Pete?” You called softly.

He turned to look at you while casually saying, “What’s up?” He was trying to play it cool, even though he knew full well what you were about to ask.

“I know there’s something bothering you. What’s going on?”

Peter’s heart rate picked up slightly. He couldn’t tell you here, not randomly on the sidewalk, shouldn’t it have some romantic build up? He tried again to brush it off, “Nothing, come on. We need to get those sundaes!” He said, a little too energetic while turning to head to the door. He felt your hand slip off his arm. 

Once he got to the entrance of the ice cream shop, he looked back and saw you hadn’t moved. The look of genuine concern on your face told him you weren’t buying his act. 

He knew you weren’t going to push him to say anything. If he really wanted to he could ask you to drop it and you would, but something about doing that sat wrong with him.

The butterflies came back in full force as he realized this was the moment. He took a breath to steady himself, and shakily made his way over to you. His body buzzed with nerves. 

Looking at him as he made his way back in front of you, you seemed to notice the tells of his newly amped nerves which only increased the worry in your eyes. “Peter—” You started to say while raising your hands towards him, but Peter cut you off while grabbing your hands in his.

“I’m ok. I promise. I—I’m just nervous,” He gave you a very small smile. 

Confusion added itself to your concerned features as you asked, “Why?”

Peter looked down at your joined hands, “Because...Because I need to tell you something, but I’m really scared to do it.” He looked back up at you and his heart tugged in his chest as he met your y/e/c eyes. They had softened and held a warmth that he felt spreading through him, soothing his nerves just enough to breath.

“You can tell me anything, Pete. Nothing's going to scare me away. Not from you,” You spoke softly, squeezing his hands in encouragement.

A sweet smile started to make its way across his face as he stared at you, and soon he was lost in your eyes, in the sound of your heartbeat, and that familiar overwhelming sense of love for you flooded through him. Without thinking he breathed out, “I love you.”

Your eyebrows shot up, your eyes widened, and your smile dropped into a look of shock. If it hadn’t made his heart sink to his stomach Peter might have thought your face was comical. Instead, he started to panic as he watched your whole body freeze.

“Bu-but i-it’s ok if you don’t love me back!” He blurted out, which snapped you out of your shock enough to cut in before he continued talking.

“What? No, I—why wouldn’t I love you back?” You stuttered out.

It was Peter’s turn to freeze. Was there actually a chance you loved him back? His heart skipped a beat at the idea. He swallowed as he whispered, “Do you?”

You brought his hands up in yours and hugged them to your chest forcing him to come closer to you. Just inches apart, a soft sweet smile slowly spread across your face as you said, “Of course I do.”

Peter might have said the sun had exploded in his chest with how strongly the happiness spread through his body. The smile that made its way onto his face almost hurt it was so big. “Really? Y-You love me?” 

“I really really do, Peter.” You said smiling just as big as him now.

He let go of your hands and picked you up to spin you around. You squealed at the suddenness, and the two of you giggled when he set you back down. 

Your arms were around his neck now, hands playing with curls on the back of his head. You both stared at each other for a while, basking in this new euphoric feeling, until he noticed your stare flitting to his lips. Ever so subtly your head moved towards him and your lips brushed his in a tentative kiss before pulling back to make sure it was ok. Peter answered by crashing his lips into yours. 

You were new to each other so the kiss was slow and patient, and filled with what felt like a lifetime of emotions. He couldn’t believe how right this felt as he held you close. You tasted like peppermint, and your lips were soft against his. He really didn’t want the kiss to end, but eventually you broke away. 

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. 

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.” You answered, brushing his nose with yours.

Suddenly, the ice cream parlor’s door swung open aggressively, causing the store’s bell to ring loudly. The two of you jumped apart at the sudden noise, and turned to see two kids running out of the building, giggling loudly with chocolate ice cream smeared over their faces. You smiled at them, and turned back to Peter.

“I think you still owe me a brownie sundae,” You said coyly. 

Peter chuckled and held out his hand for you to take, “One giant brownie sundae coming up.”

[botwstoriesandsuch]

Whoopsie King Rhoam’s a dick but I gotta flesh him out so

Read Part 1 here!

Part 2

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Rules/overview this rewrite in the beginning of Part 1

‘sup ya beautiful bastards it’s time to gush about the process of storytelling and writing as we fix up the fix it fic so let’s just jump into it

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A quick recap of Part 2, and I swear this recap is faster than the recap last time: Chapter 3 of Age of Calamity opens with a more substantial scene the beginning points of Revali’s character, and contrasting the old position that Link and eggbot have, so that their later changes in this chapter (well, at least for Link in this chapter) are more pronounced. We edited a bit of the dialogue to make Revali’s intentions make a bit more sense, while also putting some little foreshadowing points with some camera tricks for the Hollow Champions. The Hollow Champions can now speak, which means their potential for being used to bring out the flaws or bitter aspects of each character is more readily available further into the story. And of course, we’ve introduced the main antagonist of Astor, and coupling his presence and dynamic with Zelda’s insecurities. While his intentions of needing Zelda for something is clear, his motivations and backstory remain a mystery as of yet, the only true clue we have so far being some sort of connection to eggbot. 

I didn’t get any big asks or comments about Part 2 so I’m going to assume that it was mostly well received (although I will note that I promise I’m going to flesh out Revali to be more than he has been presented as of yet, this is just the very very start of this development don’t you worry your feather loving butts) that being said, you should totally critique me or give me your opinions or comments. I’d love to hear them! Although, keep in mind that I am restraining my rewrite to the guidelines already said, so don’t get mad at me for not killing off all the Champions or something. Thaaat’s a rewrite for another time. So yeah if you reblog you get a little kiss from me because believe it or not I spent a lot of time trying to rewrite an entire storyline while keeping it’s tone and integrity intact. So thanks much <3

Okie dokie then chaps! Let us finally delve into Urbosa lesbian vibes, a zest of Zelink angst, rants about pacing, and a couple tablespoons of Astor backstory, all starting in the latest stage of Chapter 3: The Road Home, Besieged 

So right of the bat, big problem here. This Chapter follows directly after the events of Korok Forest, so you assume that maybe “The Road Home” refers to the team, going home, back to the castle, to tell King Rhoam what’s up. But...that’s apparently not the case. 

So this entire stage, firstly, it brushes over any scenes where Zelda, Link or the other Champions might talk to King Rhoam about the Master Sword, or the Deku Tree, or...hmm what else happened last stage that might be interesting to see—oh yEAH HOW ABOUT that mysterious magic guy that tried to kill Zelda and was going off about the future and stuff?? That guy that wielded a bunch of dark magic and malice looking stuff and, uh yeah, you’d think it might be important and interesting to see the King’s take on was is essentially a wanted traitor to the crown who may or may not be leading the entire movement for the Calamity’s uprising. But nope, no one asks questions, no one says anything or has interesting conversations that reveal stuff about the plot. It's just….just all about Zelda and ooooOOooo she can’t awaken her powers oh no what’s a gal to do!

And I do mean that quite literally, this entire stage is all centered around two scenes with Zelda. The first, an admittedly narratively important scene of Zelda having a quick flashback about eggbot after he sings her a song, but it lasts for five seconds. And the second, being a pep talk with Urbosa as Link eats rocks in the background. For the majority of this stage, it’s all focused on Zelda, and pacing wise, it does virtually nothing to progress the narrative/plot forward.

And on paper, there’s nothing wrong with that! Hell, people read entire fanfictions dedicated to character development and relationships that have absolutely no external plot. Having a scene dedicated to just character development is completely fine, it’s something that’s pretty common and even encouraged to an extent. The problem arises when you remember that this is a story being told through the medium of a video game. 

Now, I am going to try and  breeze by this because, similar to Age of Calamity, I have to also construct this post with pacing that keeps my audience engaged, while progressing with my core narrative and story. But I highly encourage you to watch through this video by hello future me (On Writing: How to Master Pacing) because a lot of what I know about this I’ve picked up from his videos, and if you’re a writer or just someone who thinks storytelling is cool, it’s a great guide to the art of pacing.

Anyhow. There are two levels of pacing within a story. There is the small type of pacing, like for the structure of a singular scene. And there is the pacing of the overall core narrative, how the larger beats of the entire story is revealed. Good pacing for your core narrative is about whether the reader feels like they are getting closer to the big thing, the big climax or answer or promise of satisfaction. The smaller type of pacing, for your singular scenes, focuses on that timing between how close you get to achieving new information, this refers to  your slow and fast pacing, tension versus rapid action.  

So, overall the rule of thumb is: the amount of time you invest into your smaller scenes, even put together, that must correlate with a big enough payoff in the core narrative. That’s what good pacing is. (And that’s why people make stuff like the Three Act Structure to help visualize this pacing process but obviously other forms of pacing guidelines exist like the Five and Seven Act Structures but that’s too complicated for this Nintendo Game anyhow that’s just some educational flavour for ya to impress your highschool English Teacher I guess) 

So knowing that, the question now is: Does The Road Home, Besieged contribute good pacing to the story? This is going to be my excuse for changing up other later scenes in the game, so when I mention pacing and narrative again, remember this. The time spent playing for thirty minutes, minimum, in the game, to only be paid off by two lines of character development isn’t good pacing. So the answer is “no.” 

Delving as long an amount of time as thirty minutes, means that pretty much everytime a stage is complete, you must introduce new substantial progress to your story. A game like this just doesn’t have time to waste it’s valuable cutscenes on character development alone. There’s an even further wrench in the issue when you consider you also need to account for sidequests, so you could really be forcing your player to go through hours of gametime before you introduce new details in the story. 

Obviously it’s not always gonna be cut and dry like that—sometimes you have to account for how enjoyable the gameplay is, and sometimes the amount of character development offsets any lack of narrative development—but for the majority of stages I’m gonna change, they all suffer this pacing problem. In a game that's entire story hinges on these cutscenes, bad pacing is just something it doesn’t have time for.

Anyhow anyhow anyhow, I got to get my dose of serotonin by talking about pacing writing structure and stuff and blah blah, so now I shall grace you with the changes that address these problems that would theoretically lead to vast improvement. I gave you this reasoning and backstory to writing because I am making hella changes, to hopefully make the experience more “poggers,” which is something the cool kids say these days if you didn’t know. 

Firstly, timeline wise this stage is gonna take place directly after the Korok Forest battle. The gang is returning home from the battle, with Link, the new wielder of the Master Sword, along with this new information regarding a certain Astor character. 

We open the same way it does in game, focusing on Zelda’s face, before the frame is suddenly blocked by the pommel of the Master Sword. A wordless way to express how the sudden revelation of Link being the hero has forced its way into Zelda’s mind, great use of camera Koei Tecmo 10 outta 10

Now I don’t want to immediately jump into Zelda’s “oh poor me I can’t awaken my powers” dialogue because—and this is something even Breath of the Wild is guilty of—This game seems to forget that there are other characters besides Zelda. It’s marketed towards kids, sure, but I assure you that kids playing this game have a longer attention span than 2 minutes. You don’t need to keep reminding the audience every single scene about how Zelda is anxious about her powers. It gets redundant, you waste the audience’s time, and therefore you waste your own time, because you could have been using that precious screen time to develop some other thing further.  So anyhow, goes a bit like this. 

Zelda’s walking, the Master Sword comes into frame. Zelda looks down at the ground but keeps walking, but you can tell from her expression that she’s troubled. Don’t need to waste time on dialogue for her here, show don’t tell, we need to make the most of the scene here. Camera is still on Zelda, but the focus blurs shifts from Zelda to the Champions behind her. We can start with Mipha, I don’t have my heart set heavily on any specific dialogue, but I want her to say something along the lines of “how proud she is of Link” and what an honor it will be to fight by the side of not just her dear friend, but also someone selected by the goddess to be the hero. Subtextually, I want her to say this in a tone that suggests that she doubts the need for her to be here at all. She’ll say something like “He’s grown so…” glances up at Link who's just walking ahead, “...so much stronger than I could ever imagine. [Something Something] His power has grown so much over the course of a few days, more than I have achieved in a lifetime.” She looks down, but she still has a sweet smile. 

Now I’m doing this because I want to develop further this plot line of “getting stronger” that Age of Calamity sets up but never does anything with. Remember how in Chapter 2, Mipha asks Daruk to train with her to get stronger? I really like the possibilities of this arc with Mipha as it can not only parallel with her feelings for Link, but also make her character better as an individual. Mipha wants to get stronger so that she can protect Link, but now she thinks that Link’s already growing stronger to an extent that she might not be needed. She’s not jealous of Link, nor does she wish him to be weaker, she simply wants to be more than she already is. This is literally echoing her words that she left her father, about how leaving the Domain and experiencing new challenges would be “good for her.” So I wanna run with it. The dialogue here establishes Mipha’s motivation to grow stronger, almost equivalent to a rivalry of sorts. 

So after Mipha says this, Revali scoffs and butts in. Again, I’m not too set on any particular dialogue here, just something like “Hmph! Well, I don’t know about that. Seems to me all that’s happened is some magic sword gave the knight an ego boost. Blade’s only as strong as the little Hylian who wields it, and—based on my own extended experience and professional observations of course—I’ve yet to see this ‘stronger’ boy that you speak of.” Another camera pan to Link a ways in front of them. “If you ask me, hero or no, that knight is still exactly the same as I first met him.”

Revali places a wing on his chest dramatically. “Perhaps if you’re truly keen on seeing growth in skill and strength, Mipha, you’d do well to—”

“Flattering of an offer as that may be, Revali,” Urbosa interjects, “But I think Mipha might find it difficult to observe growth from one of the shortest Rito in Hyrule.”

Cue laughter from others or snickering or something. We just need some banter to add a bit more flavour to the characters. Revali can do a little huff and cross his wings or flip his scarf or something. But then Urbosa continues. 

“Although...he is right about one thing.” Urbosa looks straight ahead. “A sword does not alter a hand, just as strength does not alter character.” She puts a hand on Mipha’s shoulder. “Grow as he might, there is no doubt in my mind that he is the same boy as he’s always been.” Urbosa looks up in the direction of Zelda. “Whether you realize it or not.”

Ok so, scene’s not done yet, BUT quick gush on the dialogue flow here. I’m trying to establish parallels in these character perspectives based on the flow of conversation. We started with Mipha who, like I said, wished to grow stronger along with Link. This flows into Revali who also has a similar parallel as he wishes to grow above Link’s shadow. But the distinction between Mipha and Revali is that Mipha think’s Link’s strength is earned, and Revali thinks he cheated, gaining authority through a magic sword, and not through merit and skill. Thus, leading to Revali’s perspective of Link being exactly the same as he’s always been, he believes the sword doesn’t change anything. Urbosa then speaks, because she thinks exactly the same thing. However, her distinction is that Link is the same as he’s always been: a determined young boy earned his place and cares for his friends. Then she looks to Zelda who, as we know, will develop a perspective that contradicts this. So you get it? This scene is like 20 seconds long but it already mirrors nearly all the character parallels and perspective, that’s why the flow of dialogue is important. And I know half of you probably think these kinds of details are a stretch but I promise you it’s not, just look at any movie or show ever and I guarantee you can find similar stuff there too. Ok moving on moving on— 

Urbosa looks up at Zelda, comments her, “He’s the same boy, whether you realize it or not” piece of dialogue. Camera shifts back to Zelda and Link, who, idk if I mentioned this, but in the scene there’s enough distance between the Champions and Zelda and Link that the Champions can speak without the other two listening. So they didn’t hear any of this. 

So the camera is back on Zelda, and now we can get her “How can I…..If I am unable to awaken my inner power….” line. Eggbot senses her sadness, does his little cheer up dance, Zelda gets a flashback.

One small change I wanna make to this flashback: Instead of just a baby Zelda going “nighty-night” I want there to ALSO be a figure in the background behind eggbot wearing a silk royal blue dress. And said woman has blonde hair and she’s by the table back there. We don’t have to show her face or anything because Nintendo hates that. Just place the woman somewhere in the back somewhere

Also possibly you could add the shadow of another figure by the doorway, maybe? It would serve good continuity purposes for the plot points that I’m telling, but that part is not as necessary. I just need at least the woman there. 

Then Zelda is like “I remember you” to eggbot and all that and blah blah… Now, instead of Impa offscreen just yelling “enemy ahead!” I just want it to be a full on ambush. Not like a major one, but just enough where the group is surprised a bit. Maybe on the cliffs above, a lizalfo throws a boomerang, or a bokoblin shoots and arrow, or even just throws a rock. I don’t really care. I just need this to happen because…

As soon as this danger is presented, Link turns around to grab Zelda’s hand and they start running again. And he can like use his body to try and shield her a bit, I need it to parallel how he acted during Chapter 1 on the road to the Royal Tech Lab. However, this parallel has one important distinction because…

Zelda rips he grip from Link’s after a moment. “You don’t need to coddle me!” She says, or something along those lines. “Y-You...You’re the hero aren’t you! I’m perfectly fine, you don’t need to spend your precious time playing babysitter to me.” In the distance, a horde of monsters is beginning to form. Zelda looks between the monsters and Link’s Master Sword, her expression unreadable. “Well? Just...just go do what you need to do.” Link hesitates, looking between her, and the approaching monsters. Zelda speaks more sternly now, “Go!” So Link, not one to disregard an order from the Princess, gives one last look to Zelda before setting off towards the monsters. Maybe Zelda can take a deep breath to steady herself after he leaves, but as soon as Link unsheathes his sword, the metal glistening in the setting sunlight, it cuts immediately to gameplay. Start battle. 

For essays’ purposes this is the part where I explain why this is better than the original. So here’s my reasoning:

Uhhh, it just is. :3

Ok but seriously, I’ve already talked a tone about why the pacing and dialogue flow is better than the original. But also this scene doesn’t just say “Ooo Zelda is sad about her powers,” because that’s not interesting. Like I said, it’s redundant information. What is interesting is see how characters deal with that internal conflict and how it affects their relationships. AKA Zelda’s relationship with Link, who now basically embodies the success that she’s been working so hard towards but never achieved, is deteriorating a bit. I wanted to get that sense of the Zelda that we see in Breath of the Wild because all things considered, they should be roughly the same character.

So that’s that, you fight the battle, the Hollows show up a bit, so insert “dark evil Champion” dialogue because if you’re gonna use the evil clone trope might as well use it to the fullest. Then you fight the Talus and hurray horrah the day is saved. 

Then we have that iconic Urbosa motherly pep talk to Zelda as Link eats rocks in the background. Now honestly, I’m not that big a fan of the first half of the dialogue, so I wanna change it into something more interesting. But the rest of the beats and camera work go roughly the same. 

Zelda: “Link is...so much stronger now”

Urbosa: “‘And yet I have not.’ I presume that’s what you’re thinking, hmm?”

Zelda: “Well it’s true, isn’t it? More and more, monsters have been appearing around Hyrule. It is a sign that the Calamity draws near. So...there isn’t much time. And still, no sign of my power awakening.”

Urbosa: *sighs* “Little bird…”

Zelda cuts her off, in an attempt to change topics: “Why do you call me that?”

Urbosa: “Hmm?”

Zelda: “Little bird...I feel like I’ve heard it before. Why do you call me that?”

Urbosa, after a beat looks off in the distance or something: “A long time ago, my dear friend would call me to the palace, or perhaps invite herself over to mine, [she chuckles] ...and she would talk with me all day, and ask me to gaze upon her little bird with her. Her dearest daughter...a princess”

Zelda: “You mean my…”

Urbosa just smiles with a soft nod: “Back then, times were a bit different. The destiny that you have was still upon the Queen, who worked day and night to refine her powers and fulfill her destiny. In just a few short years, I went from being friends with a Queen, to friends with the destined sealer of the Calamity.”

Another pause, before Urbosa speaks again: “But...she was still the same woman I had grown with. Still the same loving mother who spoke about her little bird with joy. She had not changed one bit.”

Urbosa: “Even when your mother passed, her loving smile was there until the very end. She always loved you—believed in you, Zelda. She had great hope, great faith that her daughter would grow into the beacon of light Hyrule needed. That even with her gone, you would spread your wings and fly, because you were just that amazing to her.” *Urbosa puts her hands on Zelda’s shoulders.*

Urbosa: “Destiny did not change your mother’s love, just as it does not change Link’s courage, or your value.” *the camera can pan to Link eating rocks now*

Urbosa looks directly at Zelda now: “Look how hard we’ve all worked to get this far, how hard you have worked to get here. While we may grow in strength, in that regard, we’re all one in the same.”

Zelda: “...I….well…”

Urbosa: “What did the Great Deku Tree say? There is no need to fret princess.”

Urbosa: “Our faith, Link’s, your mother’s, it’s all as strong as ever. And everyday, with every moment that you travel towards your destiny, it just grows. It is always with us. So believe in that, have hope, yet, little bird.” *Eggbot can scurry up and make cute noises here next to Zelda*

Urbosa: “I know, you are where you need to be. You must accept that too.”

Zelda: “...”

Zelda gives a solemn nod: “Thank you, Urbosa.”

So that’s that scene! Don’t let the length fool you, it’s technically even shorter than the original scene in Age of Calamity. So why is it, in my opinion, better? Because for one, we actually get an insight into Zelda’s mom and Urbosa’s relationship, something that was PROMISED To us but never given and I’m still a bit salty about it. Anyhow, in addition to just getting some lore details, that relationship between the Queen and Urbosa is important for this scene because, just like Urbosa spells out, it’s in direct parallel with Link and Zelda. 

Before the Queen suddenly got sick and died, she was destined to seal the Calamity. But she didn’t let that destiny change her, she was still the same loving mother to the end. Now that is something that Zelda needs to realize about Link, as his newly acquired destiny doesn’t change who he was before, the knight who cares for her and wishes to protect her. Zelda needs to realize he’s the same and that she can still trust and confide in him. Hence, that’s why this mom backstory is in this scene and not somewhere else, because it serves to the narrative but also more impactfully to the character development. 

The dialogue could probably be polished a bit more but come on, not half bad for an improvement yeah? So that concludes Chapter—

SIKE we’re not done yet. We still have to move into the entire point of this stage, the road home, to the castle. 

So, badabing badaboom, I’m adding an entirely new scene from scratch right here at the end, because it is VITAL that I set up something new about the story, as a sort of clincher. So anyhow 

Zelda is alone with her father, let’s set it in the royal library (Intact, not ruined, of course) because we don’t see enough of that location and it’s really cool. So Zelda is briefing her dad about the events in Korok Forest and on the journey back home. I know I always gush about cinematography but it can’t be fully appreciated since I’m….writing,,, this, BUT I think it might be fun if the side shots of Zelda have her background be some bookcases of the library, maybe half bookcases and the other half the ornate walls. Then the background for the King’s shots is the full symmetry of the elegant staircases.

[And if you needed the specific reasoning for that, because it makes camera shots more fun. Like when Zelda says something that aids in her scholarly side, the camera angle can change slightly where the bookcases take up more of the frame, and then when the King’s will takes more power, then the book cases can be angled a bit more out of frame. And then the symmetry of the King by the staircase is a way to show his higher power dynamic to her, and contrasts well with Zelda’s shots since the bookcases are dark and the stone is lighter, so on a meta level is also makes it easier for the audience to understand where they are. Shot composition is fun ok, and that’s not even getting into color theory (Thinks about Baby Driver and LaLaLand....even videogames like Undertale and Hollow Knight have such wonderful shot composition and use of color theory hhhhh love it)]

Ok so Zelda’s briefing the King in the library, she’s standing while he’s sitting at a desk. There’s maybe two or four Royal Guards on the staircase entrances, but for the most part, they’re alone. You can tell that this meeting between them has been going on for a bit now, as from Zelda’s dialogue, she’s retelling events midway through the story. 

The King is flipping through some paperwork, not really looking Zelda in the eyes. She continues speaking. 

“And so...with the malice cleared and the monsters being dealt with, Link and I made our way into the heart of Korok Forest.”

The King hums a response, flipping through another page. “And this is when Link pulled out the Sword that Seals the Darkness then, I presume.”

Zelda paused, as of thinking of how to phrase her next words. “Not exactly. I...we both encountered someone beforehand. A man, with a pale face, and dark hair and robes, and he had the power to control malice, using a strange object in one of his hands.” 

Rhoam stops writing in his journal or whatever. He doesn’t look up, but the sudden stop he makes is obvious. Zelda notices, but continues. 

“He talked about...the Calamity, and my birthday...destiny, and the future….I’m not quite sure I can remember his intentions word for word. But he did introduce himself as—“

“Astor…” Zelda and the King say simultaneously. The King has fully perked up now, looking at Zelda. She’s pleased to see a reaction from him. The King rises from his chair, and starts pacing a bit, stroking his beard thoughtfully like the asshole he is. 

“So you know him then? This Astor man? Who is he, father? What does he—“

“Were you alright? Did he hurt you, or mention anything else?”

Zelda pauses for a moment before shaking her head, as if the concern he was expressing was uncharacteristic. “N-No. No, I’m fine, and Link was there. During the battle, as Link fought him off, that was when the sword was pulled. Then Astor fled, or...” Zelda pauses for a beat, “retreated...he expressed his wish to speak with me again.”

Another beat of silence, as Rhoam gets up, hands clasped behind his back. “He used to work at this very palace.” The shot is now directly on Rhoams back, as he faces a bookcase, although it’s clear that he’s just deep in thought, and not just staring at books. Rhoam is in third column of the shot (he’s to the right, not in the center) 

“A trusted advisor. Someone gifted with foresight, who many years ago, had first predicted the coming Calamity.” Cut to shot of Rhoams face, the camera being by the bookcase, so that we see Rhoam’s expression and Zelda’s.

“In truth, I thought him dead. For the last time I saw him alive—truly, truly alive—was ten long years ago...” The shot goes back to the original establishing shot, of Rhoam facing away from the camera, towards the bookcase, he’s standing to the right, hands still clasped behind his back.

“...when your mother still graced this earth.”

From left frame, a younger Astor walks up and stands beside Rhoam. He runs his fingers along the books. Rhoam looks to his left, as if he is seeing Astor. Camera cuts to Astor’s right, as if looking at him from Rhoam’s perspective. He continues brushing his fingers against the spines of the books, before he finds the one he’s looking for. Pulling it out, he opens the book, flipping through its pages, before giving a genuine smile. Cut back to wide angle behind them. With the book, Astor starts walking back out left frame, but this time the camera follows him. Filter fade to a memory tint as the camera pans right to left

[when the camera fades fully into the Astor memory, the figures can have that silhouetted effect like you see in botw. Cause I know Nintendo hates making new character models for some reason.] 

So if it wasn’t clear already, even though the memory filter doesn’t come immediately, Astor isn’t actually there, but it’s just a flashback. I’m a sucker for merges, which is something this game and botw NEVER do which bugs me because there are so many creative ways you could introduce flashbacks without just doing “ooOooOoo fade to sepia filter and then oooOOooOOO we fade back to reality and no time has passed.” I apologize if my explanation of the camera doesn’t make sense as it’s hard without much visual aid, but hopefully it makes sense so far. Anyhow! Let’s continue.

We’re now fully immersed in this memory, but King Rhoam’s voice still narrates overhead. 

Astor brings the book to one of the desks in the library, where a woman sits writing something onto paper. News flash, it’s the queen. Astor hands her the book and starts speaking about something, although you can tell the tone of their conversation is light, almost akin to Zelda rambling about Sheikah Technology. The Queen laughs about something unheard, as Astor continues ranting about something, his hands moving to like a professor giving a lecture. 

Rhoam Narration: “When he had first predicted the Calamity, things were much more hopefully for our kingdom. As although his foresight granted him only glimpses and fragments of a future, he was almost certain that with the Guardians, and the strength of your mother’s power, our victory would be absolute.”

Scene changes to the Queen walking down a corridor, Astor is leaning against the wall by a window. 

Rhoam Narration: “He and your mother would often work together tirelessly to study the ancient arts, to make the most of the powers given by the goddess.”

The Queen has walked up to Astor now. She crouches down and gestures to her left, the side not yet seen by the camera.

Rhoam Narration: “In fact…”

The camera changes to focus to where the Queen was looking towards—a young Zelda, crouched behind her mother’s dress, stares up at Astor. 

Rhoam Narration: “I would not be surprised if you found within yourself, a memory of such.”

I would prefer if you could see the expressions of Astor (giving Zelda not a smile, but not really a frown or anything rude either) and young Zelda. But I guess it can also just be silhouettes too cause again, Nintendo hates giving us younger character models outside of first person POV stuff. Anyhow. 

The scene fades, the light from the window dimming as everything darkens.

Rhoam Narration: “I often times wish we could go back to such a time, when victory and pride swam in every corner of this castle.  But of course…”

The scene brightens again, although not as bright as before. It’s the exact same corridor with the large window, but now it’s raining. A young Zelda stands alone in front of it, looking outside.

Rhoam Narration: “Such a time did end…”

We now cut to a new scene, King Rhoam is walking down a hall, the camera’s perspective is of a bird’s eye view, like we’re peering in from outside a window. We can see the shadow of Astor chasing after him, as he starts speaking frantically about something, not quite, but almost to the point of shouts. 

Rhoam Narration: “After your mother died, the visions of the future shifted drastically. No longer was there glimpses of rolling fields and shimmering skies, but instead, of rubble, red earth, and death.”

You can now more clearly hear the words coming out of Astor’s mouth. He is telling something about failure, and souls, and the Calamity to the King’s ear. He’s still walking forward.

Rhoam Narration: “He was adamant that our demise was now coming faster than ever, and that without your mother, we were doomed. That even you, should you take up your mother’s mantle, could not save everyone.”

Astor: “I’m telling you Your Majesty, if you go down this path, there is no going back.”

King Rhoam: “There is no other choice, we are moving forward.”

Astor: “I don’t think you quite understand the true gravity of the fate you’re choosing for yourself. It is a guarantee that you, me, and countless others shall die.”

King Rhoam: “I don’t want to hear it.”

Astor: “And of course, there are a multitude of possibilities, but the end result is the same.”

Astor: “Do you have a preference, perhaps? Crushed by rubble? Suffocation under ash?”

Rhoam’s tone is deadly: “Stop.”

Astor: “I’ve seen fire too. I’m not yet quite sure the exact circumstances that lead to flame appearing and spreading so quickly, but rest assured that if you—”

King Rhoam: “Stop.” 

Astor: “If you saddle someone else with this duty I am absolutely certain that you and I will—” 

King Rhoam, voice not shouting, but still with a booming intensity: “Just like you were so certain of our victory 10 years ago?”

Astor’s face darkens. He’s silent for a moment, collecting his words before practically spitting the first articulation: “...That, future, was the one that would come to be if Her Majesty was alive. If you’re so unsatisfied with my departed wisdom you can go ahead and flail around with destiny alone. You think I choose for these events to happen? You think I lie when I saw I want what’s best for this kingdom—”

King Rhoam: “What’s best for you.”

An ugly pause.

King Rhoam: “It is decided, Seer. It’s time you accept this. My wife is dead. That is the truth. Thus the role of sealing the Calamity shall pass to my daughter. She will work to awaken her own ability. It will be her duty to save us.”

Astor half laughs: “A child?! Surely you don’t need the supernatural to see how foolish that is.”

King Rhoam’s voice is even more stern: “You are living proof that the future is not absolute. Therefore I...must place all belief in her ability.”

The King walks away, leaving Astor alone. Weirdly, he smiles. Perhaps to mask some other emotion.  

After another moment, Astor yells to the King: “I’ll fix this! Alone if I must!” He’s chuckling as he shakes his head. “Your useless faith may cost many lives, but even so mark my words, I will fix this.”

The King looks back, but says nothing, his expression unreadable. He continues forward, leaving Astor alone chuckling, or perhaps something in between chuckling and crying to himself.  

Rhoam Narration: “We haven’t spoken since that day. I simply left him to his devices. If he was so determined to find another way to stop the Calamity, then who was I to stop him. I doubt my word could have swayed his mind regardless.

We’re now looking at a room, the camera is just by the doorway, looking at an office, circular and domed. It’s stone brick walls are covered in parchment and ripped books, covered in symbols and frantic writing. An old Sheikah tapestry hangs crudely on the left wall, and the window on the right seems to tint grey, or even a deepest crimson. Centerframe, is the back of Astor, robe hanging just above the paper ridden floor. He is flipping through something on his desk. 

Rhoam Narration: “Fixated as he was on the perfect future that you mother might have led, I still had hope that with time, he might still assist you with your destiny one day.”

The camera slowly comes closer to Astor. We can see more clearly the type of stuff that sprawls the papers and books and diagrams across his office. Some depict stars and constellations, and even a few notes on Ancient Technology, although in a noticeably cleaner font. However, as the camera moves close and closer to Astor, the papers and books depict only one clear topic: the aura of death that comes only with necromancy. 

Rhoam Narration: “It seems…”

Astor finally reacts to whatever he was doing on his desk. You don’t see his eyes, but as he fully turns around to face the camera, you see his smile, along with him holding a dark orb of unknown energy. It hovers in his hand. 

Rhoam Narration: “...I was mistaken.” 

The camera cuts to a wide angle, looking at Astor from behind a stack of books on his desk. The stack of books on Astor’s desk brighten in color (from the memory dull filter), until the scene fully fades back into the Royal Library. The camera is now focused on a similar stack of books on the desk behind Zelda, where Rhoam was working before. 

Zelda is still looking at her father, who is still turned away. Now, he turns back around to face her.

“He had disappeared completely one day, so it was my understanding that whatever he was working on killed him. However, if he is truly back as you say…”

Rhoam walks closer to Zelda, close enough that he might have put a hand on her shoulder, but his arms stay behind his back.

“It is in your utmost interest to prove him wrong. I know not what he plans on doing, but it would be wise to stop him before he does.”

Rhoam turns away now, pacing back to the otherside of the desk. “But, your more important priority is unlocking your powers, understand? Now more than ever, is not the time to get distracted.”

Zelda, taking this all in, takes a deep breath. She then nods at him. “I understand...Father.”

After a moment, the King makes a motion as if to dismiss her. She starts to walk away, her thoughts churning in her head, heart thumping to the same beat as her echoing footsteps. Suddenly, Rhoam calls, 

“Zelda.” It’s not a question, but the tone is asked like one.

She turns back, looking at him, expectantly. Rhoam only stares at her, an uncharacteristic moment of uncertainty for him. The words he wants to form seem stuck in his throat, until finally, he lets out a quiet breathe through his nose, before simply saying:

“You must.”

Zelda can only frown, her shoulder’s slumping slightly, as she ducks her head and leaves.

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And that’s that! That’s the complete end of Chapter 3. So tune in next time for Chapter 4, including a new slight but important story changes, Yiga husbands, and shocking turns of events.

Edit: I forgot that posts with link’s dont show up in tag results so a rb is appreciated :p

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I’m Always Curious Part Nine

Previous Part | Next Part |  Masterlist Notes: Not beta-read. Synathehol is a TNG thing I think, so. On Earth in this story they drink alcohol, thank you. I hope everyone is well :) Thank you to everyone that’s read/liked/reblogged/replied! I really appreciate it! Summary: I’d become too engrossed in an argument with Spock (albeit a friendly one) on the effects (and logic) of using time travel to go back and change certain events. My idea was, if two totally separate events weren’t known to have any impact on one another, what would it matter which order you visited them in? 

Shock of all shocks, I didn’t sleep well. “What are you listening to?” Thira asked as I pulled my headphones out. “Oh, it’s...” I floundered before waving her off, “Don’t worry about it, I can only understand, like, some of it.” “What are you up to?” “I’ve got a lecture in--” I glanced at the time, “Like an hour, so I have got to run.” “Are you coming to Liquara tonight?” Thira asked, watching me gather my things. “Ah... I think so?” I glanced back at her as I packed my PADD into my bag. “You can take one night off,” Thira said, “Loosen up, have a couple of drinks...Maybe meet somebody?” She waggled her brows at me, and I laughed, unable to help it. “I don’t think that’ll be happening,” I said, pulling bag onto my shoulder. “Come on, when was the last time you dated?” Thira asked, folding her legs up under herself. “I don’t know, my last year of the Academy?” I shrugged. “...Yikes,” Thira muttered. “Thank you for that-- I’m leaving now!” I tacked on before hurrying out of our room. -- I did manage to make it to my Dominionese lecture on time, with a very large coffee (loaded with extra espresso and additional caramel drizzle). I got to the lecture hall just on time and took the only available seat left - right next to Captain Pike. I couldn’t help my stiff posture as I sat down, taking out my PADD and putting on the virtual display sensory headset that was left out for me. As the instructor began to lay out what we’d be working on, I felt Pike lean over, his bicep pressing against mine as he murmured, “Late night?”

I hummed the affirmative, picking up my coffee and taking a sip as if to prove it. I heard Pike chuckle beside me, and I fought the urge to turn my head, see the waiting smile. I kept my eyes on the instructor, then on the Dominionese that appeared on the headset. I could still feel Pike’s arm pressed to mine; that didn’t matter, right? I could focus on something other than contact. I zoned in on the text on the headset, letting my fingers move over my PADD as I worked through the first few rows of translations. Now and again, the instructor would interrupt us, calling on students to read their translations aloud, correcting for grammar and syntax. Pike and I escaped the questioning; I’d found that unless the workshops or classes were geared specifically toward alumni, instructors tended to leave visiting students alone. Pike didn’t lean over to chat anymore throughout the rest of the class, which was a relief, but he didn’t lean away, either. He was close throughout, arm still resting against mine, thighs occasionally brushing, or our feet would knock against one another under the desk. Every single time I’d tell myself that if this was Una, or Thira, it wouldn’t be making my heart jump the way it was. If this was Spock-- Actually, no. Spock would keep his limbs to himself.

Nevertheless, class passed without incident. I removed the headset as it ended, closing my eye for a moment to help it readjust. “Well, that was informative,” Pike piped up. I glanced over at him, nodding, and was more than a little relieved to find him focused on packing away his things. I turned back down to my PADD, saving the notes I’d taken as I saw Pike’s head turn back to me, presumably as a result of my lack of verbal response. “You heading back to the ship?” He prompted. “Ah-- No. There’s a language panel on Iconian in...”  I glanced at the time on my PADD, “Like ten minutes, so, I’m just gonna hang out here.” "Packed morning,” Pike commented, brows raised. I shrugged. “I just--” “Like to keep busy?” Pike finished knowingly, smiling. I returned the smile in spite of myself, nodding. “Exactly,” I confirmed. “Well, try to get some rest some time this week, lieutenant,” the Captain said, standing and patting me on the shoulder as he passed me. I returned my eyes to my PADD, unthinkingly answering, “Yeah, you, too.” I heard Pike’s steps falter, but I didn’t raise my eyes to meet what I was sure was a questioning gaze. I just reopened my Dominionese and reviewed my answers until I was sure he was gone. -- I did not want to go out. After the last 24 hours I’d had, I just wanted to take an extra long, extra hot shower and curl up in bed with my PADD and a bottle Risian wine. But I also knew that if I didn’t go, I wouldn’t hear the end of it from Thira -- and possibly from Una. I got to Liquara a little while after everyone else (the panel on Iconian had run long and delayed my getting back to the ship; I’d taken longer to get ready because I’d had to re-talk myself into going every five minutes). “You’re alive?” Thira teased as I settled into a seat beside hers and across from Una. There were a few others at the table - Spock, Nhan, and Connolly, as well as a few people from engineering that I vaguely recognized. “I was just telling everyone how you had your headphones on this morning and you were listening to something that sounded so harsh, but kinda...Lyrical. What was that?” Thira asked. The surrounding party looked at me expectantly and I answered, “Klingon poetry.” “I wasn’t aware there as an intensive on Klingon poetry this week,” Una commented, brow raised. “This was more of an independent study situation,” I admitted. “Is there anything in particular that sparked your sudden interest in such a topic?” Spock asked. I shrugged, reaching for a menu and skimming it in favor of meeting anyone’s eye. “Just had the urge, I guess,” I excused before looking around, “I haven’t been here in a while, so, someone refresh my memory: are the slush-o mixes worth the hangover?” -- I stayed out later than I had anticipated. I didn’t partake in many sugary alcoholic drinks on the Enterprise, so it didn’t take long for a decent buzz to kick in. People peeled off as the night wore on, until it was down to myself, Thira, Una, Spock, and Connolly -- practically the ready room crowd.

I should not have stayed out, though. I should’ve had one drink and then ducked out gracefully. But I’d become too engrossed in an argument with Spock (albeit a friendly one) on the effects (and logic) of using time travel to go back and change certain events. My idea was, if two totally separate events weren’t known to have any impact on one another, what would it matter which order you visited them in? “My point is, if I chose first to go back and stop T.S. Eliot from writing Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats and then subsequently traveled forward in time and stopped Oppenheimer from designing the atomic bomb--” “Why would you choose to halt the writing of a book rather than the creation of a catastrophic weapon?” Spock asked. “Okay, two reasons: One - It is a time machine, Spock, I’d have literally nothing but time. Two-- No, actually, three reasons-- two, that book came out in 1939, the Manhattan Project didn’t start until 1942, so I think it is safe to say that despite its historical significance to mankind, I would not be doing the world a disservice by visiting those events in chronological order.” “And the third reason?” Una asked. "The movie CATS was the first step to the subsequent tanking of Universal Studios in the 22nd century, so that’s my first priority if I ever get a personal time machine,” I said simply. His laugh joined in with the others-- my ear caught on that sound, the way it had the night before. My eyes darted to the other end of the table, and I felt my smile falter a little. I had been so engrossed in my conversation with Spock that I hadn’t even noticed the Captain settled on the other side of Connolly. Pike’s eyes met mine as the laughter settled, and I gave him a quick smile before averting my eyes. I could feel Una looking at me, and when I raised my eyes to hers, I found her brow quirked. She peered around Connolly at the Captain. “What kept you?” She asked. “I was speaking with Admiral Cornwall about our next mission. Nothing for us to discuss tonight. How was the lecture?” He asked. When silenced followed the question, I realized it had been directed at me. I met Pike’s eye again. “Informative.” I left it there, picking up the menu again and looking it over. Part of me already know I was going to be switching to water, though. -- I remembered why I’d liked being called to the ready room so much at the beginning - when there were so many of us, before I was better acquainted with the Captain, it was easier for me to hang back; I didn’t feel as pressured to speak up. And at Liquara, with Una, Thira, and Connolly there to steer the conversation, and Spock to interject (heavily), I didn’t feel that the conversation lagged anywhere. And I was being good - keeping my eyes to myself, only looking at the Captain when he was speaking; smiling and laughing an appropriate amount, and definitely, definitely not thinking about that sigh of his name and the giggle I’d heard the night before. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving.” Thira had managed to catch what I had assumed was a subtle shrugging on of my jacket, but what to her was apparently a beacon of retreat. I gave her a small, regretful smile. “I just realized how late it is.” “You’re not going to the long-range sensor lab again, are you?” Spock asked, watching me. Unbeknownst to me, he’d been there himself the night before, and had actually left shortly before I had. I laughed a little, shaking my head. “No, not tonight. I’ve got an Exoarchaeology and the 22nd Century intensive that I’ve gotta be up for,” I excused, “I already settled up at the bar.” “I thought you were going to ask about their drink special,” Una pointed out, raising a brow. I shrugged as I stood. “And I did. Right before I settled up. Have a good night, guys,” I cast a quick smile around, careful not to let my eyes linger on anyone for too long before I turned and left. That had been good, right? Natural. I had contributed to the conversation, I hadn’t hung on the Captain’s every word like some giggling schoolgirl. I’d more than earned that extra long, extra hot shower. And maybe one Klingon poem. “Headed for the shuttles?” Every single instinct told me to walk faster, pretend I hadn’t heard him. I turned in spite of this. He wasn’t too far behind me. I stopped walking, giving him the chance the catch up. "Sort of our only way to get back to the ship right now, so, that was the plan,” I nodded. Pike pulled his communicator out, raising it to his lips. I was a little tipsy, but I was looking at the communicator, I swear, not at Pike’s mouth. “Pike to transporter room. Two to beam up.” “But--” Before I could finish my sentence, we were in the transporter room. “But?” Pike asked before nodding to the crew. I gave them a quick wave before stepping off of the pads behind Pike. “But I thought the transporter room was out of commission until the Enterprise’s diagnostic was complete,” I said, following Pike to the turbolift. “Diagnostic was completed this morning, Enterprise was cleared,” Pike reported, brow furrowing, “I mentioned that earlier.” Maybe he had; I had been making an active effort at the bar to not listen too intently to what he was saying, and apparently I’d done too good of a job. I nodded once. “Right. Sorry, I must have slush-o mix in my ears,” I muttered. We stepped onto the turbolift, each reaching for the control panel. Pike and I both lowered our hands, and I heard Pike murmur, “Go ahead.” I entered my destination before Pike entered his. There was a pause before the lift hummed. “...Lieutenant, may I ask you something?” “‘Course.” “Please don’t take this unkindly, but,” Oh god, “Is everything alright?” I turned a frown up at Pike, confused. “Why do you ask?” “You seem to be burying yourself in work. Between the lectures yesterday and this morning,” How did he know about yesterday? “The long-range sensor lab last night, your lecture tomorrow-- I’ve been told you took Onafuwa’s one-day intensive?” Una. Blabbermouth. “All compelling evidence, but need I remind you, Captain, that we are in the same turbolift right now because we just left the same bar?” I pointed out. Pike’s brow quirked. “Be that as it may, I just wanted to ask the question on the off-chance it needed asking.” I turned my head again to face the turbolift doors. “I’m alright, Captain.” “...Then why couldn’t you look me in the eye and say that?” “Is that why you left?” I asked, looking up at him then. “Excuse me?” “The bar. Is that why you left the bar? To ask me this?” He blinked once, twice, then pursed his lips, shook his head once and said, “No.” I couldn’t help the smug look that overtook my features as the turbolift doors opened on my floor. Looking back, I’d pass the boldness off on the copious amount of slush-o mix I’d had at the bar. “Never join the Starfleet poker league, Captain. You don’t bluff well,” I said before stepping off of the lift and leaving him behind.

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 4)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

CHAPTER 3

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: Ciri wanted chicken and so she gets one. Y/N needed warmth amongst the cold weather in the Forest of Kaedwan and she'd received more than a warmth for her body as it traveled straight to her heart; warming her soul. Even getting some sort of comfort from the witcher himself. Other than that, Geralt had a lead on where the sorceress was. Though, right now he needed her to help you Plus, he also had other options other than that. 

Warnings: FULL OF Y/N AND GERALT FLUFF. ❤ Geralt is an asshole at first because of certain reasons. 😂 Blood and animal killing in this one. Smiling, soft Geralt, tho still having that stoic expression of his of course. Gotta write him completely in character. 😂 Also, a Hirikka is here and will be on the next chapter!

Words: 3,900+

A/N: There's a part 2 for this chapter. It'll be a chapter 4.1 but will be posted after 2-3 days. ^u^ I couldn't put them together because it'll be 8-9k words long. 😅😂 Sorry, if I write long ass chapters and the pace is still slow. I need to develop their characters, relationship and such. The places said here are from the game however it isn’t accurate and I just made my own direction. Like how I try to make my life go in the right path but failing and actually walking on the wrong path. LMAO. Also, I’m making a masterlist for WOTN! 🤗

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"Do you not...have cars, Geralt? Or motorcycles?"

You've panted like you were having a marathon, palms falling on your knees as you took a breather; seeing a small cottage on the far end of the shallow path in the forest.

It was a smaller house that had a fence with chickens, goats and pigs segregated by kind. The home was a sandy shade of yellow and a slip of brown which was also made just like how Geralt's have been.

No answer was given to you other than how he was hauling Roach back to look at you who were walking along side with him; not bothering to even ask you for a ride. It's not like you were hoping he would. Based on the change of mood he'd gotten, you were sure he won't lend you his horse to lessen your difficulty in traveling bare foot.

You've already asked what his horse's name was. He simply answered with the word 'Roach', allowing you to touch the horse as she neighed. Much to someone's dismay; specifically a bard who happened to saw the whole interaction, left a mutter to himself.

"Why does the midget get to touch Roach in haste and I don't?!" Jaskier muttered rather in disbelief. The Witcher fixing his black, hooded wool cape attached to his shoulders, giving him a subtle hum with the gravel of his voice.

Jaskier huffed for the third time, hands on his hips as he watched the scene before him with incredulity in his baby blue peepers. You happily caressed her crest as Geralt fixed things on the leather bag attached to the horse's hip.

"Geralt---" Jaskier started but was cut off with a insouciant scold from the man himself, "Don't call her midget," he cut him off without even paying him attention. Jaskier gave a nod; a grin molding his face leading to mischief at the chide given.

Jaskier took a step close and planned to give Roach's crest a caress but his stern friend was fast enough to cease his wishes, "Still, don't touch roach," Geralt quickly mumbled as he felt Jaskier's plan on touching his horse. The bard slyly grabbed onto his own hair, brushing them through his locks like he wasn't about to pet Roach. Geralt closed the bag with a soft click, giving him the side-eye; voice firm and full of derision, "I don't want you singing a song about my horse in the near future,"

Which is why you were walking on your own now with Geralt's good will on making you handle the death march rather like a happy child.

It was probably okay, you thought at the back of your mind. Walking, that is. Exercising in the morning was great, except that if it weren't too chilly unlike him who have gotten a full armor and gear out of his closet like he'd gone out of a magazine or animè. The sword on his back even giving you shivers, but a different kind because of how tough looking he had as his exterior.

You shook your head as he just looked back at you. That look of his that was filled of inquiry; asking you what you were saying in the back of your mind. A huff of pure exhaustion was given to The Witcher before you sauntered forward, leaving the man eyeing you with sass and a high raise of his bushy brow.

Geralt followed through along with Roach as he pulled her reins, slowly galloping as he analyzed your form from behind. His buttoned up tunic that reached the ends of your thighs with a weird kind of foot ware that certainly doesn't help with the crispy, brisk temperature of the forest.

Geralt gravelly sighed, watching you struggle with scrubbing your legs together as you pathetically strolled forward and onto the place that he'd pointed. He was too engrossed at seeing you struggle when he has heard a slight twig breaking from afar, catching his senses and making him look to where it came from.

"Midget," The Witcher tried calling you with that deep voice of his in the middle of the woods. Though, to no avail; you never heard him coherently and continued your stroll through the forest; hollering a message without even looking back because of the mere exhaustion.

"You're too slow, Geralt, like an old man! I'm exhausted!"

He breathed out his vexation of your naivety that you weren't strolling in your world. You were walking in theirs and having your own little dimension while you walk by yourself can be pretty dangerous.

Geralt heard the crack of another wood. It was from behind a large hickory tree. He doubtfully grabbed onto the handle of his sword wrapped behind him; halfway unsheathing the sword and contemplating if he needed to jump off his horse when suddenly a medium sized Hirikka came into his view, maybe an inch shorter than you. Those eyes that were doe, just like yours whenever you wanted something and eventually getting it from him.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" Geralt asked the Hirrika. The tone in his voice softer and in awe. He'd rummaged through his bag without taking his Aurum, blazing eyes away from the harmless creature, feeling an apple inside his bag and threw it as the Hirikka caught it with its own two paws.

"Don't get yourself killed out there,"

Thus, he began to follow you as fast as possible before you even get yourself harmed from any monsters. When he'd seen you leaning on the fences of Cuthberth's home, he didn't know he has been holding a breath for as long as he could remember without seeing the sight of you.

You were making him insane for not even waiting for him and thinking what would've attacked you in the forest of Kaedwan.

Cuthbert was feeding the chickens inside their palisades. His friend thought you were lost but you've said that you came for the purpose of buying chickens with a man. He was friendly enough to give you chitter-chatter while waiting for Geralt to follow you from behind. It took minutes before he arrived with a complete set of body parts; so the worry of him being killed off by a monster was thrown in the dumps.

As he rode his horse closer, you've had the chance to admire the beauty edging to be seen. You were in awe as his mere self was enough to get you ogling at the man treading near. Never seeing such a man like that who wore armors in his everyday life except from seeing Cosplayers in certain conventions that seemed so fake rather than Geralt who felt real. Too real that you were pondering if he was just a mere hallucination or a fantasy of yours.

He was definitely eye-candy. Dashing. Ravishing. Beyond gorgeous.

Cuthbert saw them coming and so, his expression turned wild with a grin. His dirty fingers scratching his bald head in excitement as he jogged out of the fences with a giddy self. "Oi! You didn't tell me it's the infamous Geralt of Rivia, elfin!"

Famous. He's famous? you thought to yourself before keeping your eyes away from the witcher who had already jumped down his horse and gave you a look; asking what was wrong because you were staring like there was a problem at hand.

You didn't need to tell him that your heart was actually the problem. It was always skipping a beat whenever he'd pay a glimpse to stare at your eyes.

A soft clear of your throat, your fist covering your mouth as you do and you eyed Cuthbert inquisitively, "Is he famous? Famous for what? Is he an actor? Model? The king of this kingdom or something?"

Cuthbert patted his dirty hands on his soiled apron full of flour, a hand on his hip while the other reaches out for Geralt's powerful looking shoulder in attempt to give him a pat. The animal butcher's forest green eyes coruscant of fervor. Geralt's initial response was to give him a smile back with the man's excitement in seeing him again, "This lad's a something! Kills all types of beasts, vampires, dragons, huge kikimores---"

You coughed out loud, making them snap their heads from where you stood. Cuthbert's words sounded too surprising to be true. As much as you remembered, vampires only existed in the movies and games; not in the real life survival of people. His words caught you off-guard, "Vamp--vampires? There's vampires here, Cuthbert? Even dragons?"

Geralt looked at you, utmost jaded. The way your voice stuttered alerted him that you were scared or probably still unfamiliar--still illiterate of their world since he was doubting to give you all the information ahead if you abruptly disappear out-of-nowhere with the knowledge of the continent; their world. It would be very much dangerous for it to be compromised especially that you had the experience in teleporting to their dimension.

Cuthbert gave a loud laugh, not believing the strangeness of your words, "You're actin' like yer’ never been here before! I thought yer’ were livin' with the Witcher?! You should ask the white wolf, here! He's killed hundreds! Maybe even thousands!"

You've fluttered your eyes closed, trying to calm yourself from running off the forest and getting yourself killed just like the horror movies you've watched. You've called them idiots, now wasn't the time to call yourself one as well.

Though, you were completely unaware of Geralt's gaze which consist an ample amount of worry. You continued your rambles in a hushed whisper, "I'm not just in a freakin' game that have monsters, but even a live-action movie of Twilight. This is great, real great."

The Witcher clenched his teeth, gradually turning his body to you without moving his soles. His forehead creasing as he could feel your heart beat quickening, "Are there also wolves? Big bad wolves here?" your voiced lowering a miniscule, sounding diminutive.

His friend gave off a shrug, his mouth forming a thin line when he did so as he scratched his whitened beard, "We may never know what this world can bring, Elfin! It always brings out the worst of everythin'!"

At the confident mention of that, you've felt your chest tightening with the knowledge of having vampires and dragons around. What if you died in their world? Would you also be dead in earth? Geralt licked his Crimson lips, staring down at you with utmost comfort that he could give. Yet, he failed at that with how stoic his expressions can get. Though, his eyes were exempted because his feelings can be read through those stern, Aurum eyes.

Midway, he'd lift his burly armor-coated arms to plan and give your back a caress to calm you down; but he was immediate enough to drop it down considering that maybe even a touch to the hand would calm you because he'd seen it trembled. If only he was thoroughly direct towards you; he would in a heart beat.

"Don't panic, Midget." The roughness of his voice; that definite amount of timbre. It was the only word you've heard from him. Short but straightforward. Even so, still the only thing that calmed you down through out all your panic attacks back in earth and even in their world.

Cuthbert has seen Geralt's attempt of comfort; even seeing his eyes shift in a way that nobody else could. He had a smirk on his face, scrubbing that beard he was owning, "Who is she, Witcha'? Another one of those clingy harlots of yours?"

Geralt turned his head to see Cuthbert smirking. The way his eyes changed into a lethargic faze meant that the witcher was mantling the emotions he was having or probably having no idea that he was feeling it yet; in denial of the state he was in.

"---Or the trouble and strife?"

The witcher knew what he meant and decided to let those words fall out of his ear to the other. His hands clasping together on his front as he straightened his back, cocking his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes on the latter, "We need...chickens," Cuthbert raised his eyebrows in astonishment, "You cook now, witcher?"

No words were said besides from a satisfied hum as the chickens clucked before the butcher of animals. The panic died down because of Geralt's voice and you've finally had the will to insert yourself in the conversation.

"I do!" you excitedly exclaimed, stepping a foot closer to Geralt and the witcher was aware of it, giving you the side-eye, "---also, do you have any spices please?"

Cuthbert nodded in comprehension, sending a playful wink to The Witcher and scrubbing his hands together as he also gave you a rogouish smile, "Oh, that kind. The little woman, Geralt! Literally because this elfin is quite short but fetching nevertheless!" Geralt gave him an apathetic blink of an eye, sighing from the talkativeness of the man.

But, also worth it if he could see those anticipated beams of yours as you stood beside him.

The latter gave out a loud sigh, seeming to be in his head space as he talked his thoughts out loud, "---I remember how Gisela cooks Flamiche for me whenever I go home from me' hunt! Though, that woman seldom does it anymore considering how Bridgely gets her attention a lots!"

Geralt gave him that daunting smile of his; wanting to tell the man to just butcher the heck out of the chickens already as he wanted to get it over with. You gave Cuthbert a wide smile, oblivious of Geralt's taunting gaze back at the man. He suppressed a laugh and nodded to himself; quickly running off to Geralt's wishes.

As the chicken was being slaughtered across the fence, Geralt was thoroughly unaware that you were already sniffing and crying because it was all out in the open and you could see how it was being killed. He watched you look over the fence and inspect Cuthbert cutting its head off and it made you shriek, warm tears falling on the sides of your face while watching how much pity you've given to the chicken.

Geralt did a double-take, eyeing you and where you were staring at and saw how you were crying over a chicken being slaughtered. He wanted to laugh because of how you were being sad over it. However, he decided against so as to not offend you when you were just pouring your heart out in this one.

"I thought...you wanted chickens?" the witcher pondered, leaning away from the fence and facing you instead with that amused glint in his eyes.

You've sniffed hard, patting your nose with his clothes that you were wearing from; the snot wanting to come out of its cave. You gazed up at him; eyes damp and reddish from the cries. "I did, Geralt! But not for it to be killed like this!" you hiccuped from all the bawling that has happened, "---It was better to be bought in a supermarket!"

The way you cry always made a pinch inside Geralt's heart. A kind where he would try and do everything to make it stop because you were annoying but also irresistible.

His lips lifted in a slight beam, looking around the forest before peering down at your sobbing thyself. "There, there," surprisingly, Geralt cooed before you; stopping your weeps short as you gaped at the tall witcher. His chiseled face warped in clear softness and mirth, "---for a bountiful feast requires death in exchange for us to be sated,"

The amazing color of his eyes gleamed more under the sun. You couldn't help but outstare back at him with that stupefied look of utter adoration. You snapped out of your daydream when he was waiting for a witty retort but you've loudly cleared your throat; the heat travelling to your neck. Before it can even reach your face, you turned your head back to look at Cuthbert who was now grinning back at you; holding the headless chicken up for you to see. Its blood dripping down the ground as he mouthed a 'what do you think?' back at you and Geralt to tell you if the size of the chicken was a-okay.

Your face quickly morphed into a wince, another mourn about to come to light when you've felt a warm hand on your shoulder; shooting lightning to your spine as you jumped from the physical touch. Geralt gently turned your body around; away from the panorama of chicken slaughter. The way his lips lifting in a small, soft smile never leaving yet. "Don't look at it,"

A huff was sent to the latter, "I can't! It's making noise!"

"Then cover your ears," Geralt's brow raised in sarcasm. Though, those playful sparkle never dying down. You narrowed your eyes back at him, an annoyed crease of your forehead as you explained and raised your hands back at him. It looked dull and definitely freezing, "But, my hands are shaking from the cold!"

Geralt studied you from head to foot, noting the lack of clothes you were wearing. The smile you've grown to love fell as he sighed, looking away for a moment before a tiresome gaze of his eyes was sent to you. He held onto the string of his jet black hooded cape, unlatching it around his neck as you stared up at him in utmost curiosity.

The softness of his cape fell around your shoulders like a furnace hugging your body; better yet the soul that needed a hug after all you've experienced since the first time you've been in their world. You could feel your heart warming at the gesture of Geralt giving you his dramatic cape; even growing hotter when he was tethering the tie together; intently staring down at your face and feeling his thick, calloused fingers inches before your neck.

Maybe, an egg was worthy of using your face as a frying pan right now.

You consciously looked away from the heat of his stare. Geralt tightened the tie around your neck as you've felt the heaviness of his cape over your shoulders. He drew he fingers away from your neck, slanting his head as he never cut the gaze he had; rather than you who'd looked away because you were...blushing.

"Better?" His voice graveled, a small beam carving his face. You've reluctantly gawked back at him, giving him a reserved nod. The way you were acting looked entirely stupid, your eyes looking like those googly ones used as stickers back in your desk as you tried avoiding the intensity of his stare. You bit the insides of your cheeks, deciding to leave the exhilaration out in the back as you had the courage to look at him, "Better!---Never better, Ge-Geralt!" Regardless of the brave act, you embarrassingly stammered and cited his name wrongly with a shameful 'J', "I mean, Geralt. Geralt with a G!" you back paddled in an instant, scratching your temples as you avoided his eyes and tried to fan your face.

The witcher looked askance, he could hear your heart beat running miles after miles. Geralt pondered why and what was making it pump fast when you weren't even having your panic attacks.

He crossed his hefty arms, looking at you skeptically but with a stupefying smile on his face, "Are you going to stop being a bairn now?"

You initially stopped fanning your face, narrowing your eyes back at him; completely confused, "What's a bairn?" he sighed and glanced at the sky, shaking his head with a beam that fell as quick as you've seen it when Geralt heard Cuthbert walking to where you were and glanced at the acquaintance.

The dead chicken was tied close to the witcher's bag located on the hip of his horse. You were busy staring at the four pieces of aftershafted chickens dangling on Roach's side with that sympathetic glaze of your eyes but actually talking at the back of your mind that its death would be worth it because you cook well and he'll taste good.

Cuthbert scrutinized your nodding form. A strange expression written on his face that tells that he was seeing the oddity that you were nodding at the chickens like you were talking to them.

The animal butcher was running his blabber mouth about how his chickens were also missing every other day. Sometimes his pigs or goats that made Geralt narrow his eyes from his share of message; his nose slightly scrunching from the admission of Cuthbert with his missing animals.

He didn't need to know that some were kind of caught by Geralt's hands. Maybe at least ten chickens, three pigs and two goats. Even so, slaughtered by the witcher himself.

The sneaky witcher couldn't catch a chicken as of the moment because he always does it at night. Catching a chicken from other people's fence in the morning can be risky and definitely tricky.

"About...the sorceress," Geralt trailed off, grabbing Cuthbert's attention away from you before he could even think you didn't belong to their world and guessed about his stealing escapades. He spun his head to look at Geralt, thoroughly distracted from how he called him out, "---you still hangin' onto that sorceress you had, witcher?"

"No...It's....kind of complicated," the latter speculated with a shake of his head.

Cuthbert nodded in understanding, scratching the nape of his neck as he seem to ponder, "The tittle-tattles around the village says that the sorceress is in a burgh called 'crow's perch' in the east of Vizima," pause. "It's a long journey out there! Lots'a beasts to encounter before it!" he roughly warned.

The Witcher only hummed in response; deep in thought as he calculated how long will it take to get there after a week when he was done with any favors for the villagers of Kaedwan and for some of his options on how to get you home.

His first choice was the Djinn. Now, he just needed to find one. Again. But, not for the sole purpose of asking peace and a long nap but to help you.

Geralt fished out the black pouch he kept on his sides, reaching out to give it to Cuthbert across the fence. The animal butcher shook his head to decline the money, "No, I don't need yer' coins." he simply admitted with a scoff, "You've helped us a lot; for me to be accepting some kind of repayment from the white wolf himself---,"

"----You deserve a thank you for all your help, Witcher." Cuthbert continued with a grateful tone.

Thus, this was the first time that he'd been acknowledged by his help in slaying monsters and terrifying creatures. The man himself didn't know how pleasing it was to hear those words from a mere human and from a person he'd help back in the years. Even so, seeing those smiles you've given him when you were excited to cook the damn chicken didn't seem so satisfying and delightful to look at; until now..

MORE FLUFF ON CHAPTER 4.1! Heehee! THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE, TATER TOTS! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES GERALT CALLING Y/N, MIDGET? 

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