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m1zu · 3 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Sugawara*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ��

Suga’s Special Day ~ Sugawara x Reader ~

Short Stories

a/n: Sugawara is by far my favourite boy in Haikyuu!

I felt like trying something different this time! Besides, Suga deserves more than just the usual for his special day <3

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Birthday scenarios with Suga! Which one will you choose?

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⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃❤️← More Than You’ll Ever Know

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🎇← Light Up My World

⊂ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ⊃🎁← An Unexpected Gift

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‘More Than You’ll Ever Know’

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 682 - - - Reading time: 2:05min (roughly)

Today is June 12th, and everyone on the Karasuno Boys Volleyball team knows what that means…

“SUGAWARA-SANNNNN!!!” Hinata and Noya scream while running towards the setter. With that speed, anyone would think they're about to trample over the poor guy.

“Woah there, slow down you two.” Suga chuckles lightly. “You never stop, do you?”

“TOMORROW! IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY RIGHT?” Hinata jumps and practically flies over Sugawara’s head.

“Yeah! Your gettin’ pretty old now aren’t ya? Noya jokes, a large grin painted on his face.

“That’s right” Suga replies. “It’s the last I get to spend with you guys, so I guess it’s pretty special!”

“Y/N-SANNN!!!” Hinata yells, running towards you even faster than he did with Suga.

You were close by, and heard two familiar voices screaming your boyfriend’s name. So, naturally you wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Suga looks up to see you running towards them in the distance and immediately brightens up. “Hey y/n!” He calls out to you. “Whatcha been up to bab-”

“SHOYOUUUU! HAHAHA” Noya calls out and runs to catch up to the orange flash.

“Oi!” Suga calls running after the two of them “Don’t run her over!”

You abruptly stop at the sight of them all running towards you, a worried look on your face hoping they would take it as a sign to slow down.

Thankfully, they did.

The two bullet trains stopped just before hitting you and began springing up and down, as if they hadn’t just been running.

“y/n? Are you okay?” Suga pants, having caught up just moments later.

You manage to slip out a few sentences despite your heart still racing. “Yeah, i’m fine babe” you smile, “How have you bee-”

“yy/nnn!! You know what tomorrow is, right?” Hinata interrupts “It’s your boyfriend's birthday!” he jumps up even higher than before, seemingly having endless amounts of energy.

“Hinata, don’t interrupt y/n please…” Suga huffs.

“You’re gonna get him a cool gift right?! Or maybe even something else..?” Nishinoya jokes again.

A blush immediately comes over your face,”I have a few things planned…” you reply shyly, turning your head away embarrassed. Suga blushes slightly at your words before snapping himself back to reality. “Alright guys, that’s enough… Shouldn't you be using your energy for practice?”

“Oh yeah” says Hinata. “Suga-san, can you throw me some tosses?”

“Sure thing” Suga reaches out for your hand.

“You know I play better when you're watching.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After Practice

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Hinata, nice kill!” praises Suga while high-fiving the tiny giant.

“That was a good one Hinata! You really will fly high” you smile running towards the two of them.

Hinata beams at you, eyes shimmering like the sun “One more!”

“That was the last one Hinata, I gotta take y/n home now.” says Suga sounding rather worn out.

“But-”

“I wouldn’t mind if you continued, but Suga looks tired, Hinata. Wouldn't want him to be tired on his special day.” you press, winking at Hinata.

“Ohhhh! Gotcha. Well, see ya tmrw!” He replies, waving you two off.

You both wave back before grabbing your belongings, ready to set off home.

“Thanks for that, y/n.” Suga says gratefully, a small yawn escapes his mouth.

You can’t help but giggle at how adorable he is. “You know, you don’t always have to tough everything out you know. It’s okay to take a break sometimes! You put a lot of pressure on yourself when you don’t need to.” you stop walking and look up at him, his beautiful hazel eyes giving you their full attention. “Because you’re amazing, Koushi!”

The setter’s eyes widen and it’s hard to see, but a heavy blush covers his face. His heart pounds in his chests and before he has time to think about his actions, he puts a hand on your cheek, another on your waist, bends down, and kisses you passionately. Your hands reach up to hold him as his other hand drops to your waist. He pulls back for a minute and holds your chin up so your eyes meet. “I love you, y/n. More than you’ll ever know.”

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‘Light Up My World’

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 528 - - - Reading time: 1:58min (roughly)

“Make sure your eyes are closed babe!” your call out to Sugawara from the kitchen.

“I’m closin’ em” he calls back, seated eagerly on the living room sofa.

You smile at his words and begin to walk towards him, birthday cake in hand and vocal chords ready! This wasn’t just any birthday cake, it was Koushi’s favourite. About a week ago, he treated you to an expensive cafe that specializes in desserts, knowing full well how much of a sweet tooth you had. Ironically, it seemed like he ended up enjoying himself more than you were. It’s not that you were ungrateful or didn't like the food, no, it wasn’t anything like that.

He just happened to try this cake, your cake, and it was ‘superb’.

“Babe, You have to try this! This cake is delicious!” you squeal to your bf.

“Yeah? It’s really that good huh? Then I guess I gotta try.” You placed some on your fork and gestured him to open his mouth so you could feed him. His eyes widen at the taste, “Wow! This cake is superb y/n!” he beams at you, bringing a smile to your face.

You can tell he wants more, but he wouldn’t dare ask. So you offered for him. “You want some more?”

Suga shakes his head. “It’s for you y/n, I can’t just take your cake…”

“But you do want some more?” you tease. He nods shyly, making you chuckle. “Looks like someone has a new favourite cake.” you add.

So thanks to that new discovery, you knew the perfect cake to get him for his special day.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Koushiii, Happy Birthday to youuuu!!!” you positioned yourself in front of him, “open your eyes!” Sugawara gasps, switching his gaze from the cake to you for a few seconds before finally being able to speak.

“y/n… You didn’t…” he says breathily, still in shock.

“I did…” you tease.

“I can’t believe it!” he looks up at you, face slightly switching. “You forgot the candles!”

What? (whadidhesayyyyy) you stood there frozen, the look on your face was indescribable.

Sugawara bursts out laughing at your reaction and stands up, bringing both of his hands to cup your face. “That was a joke y/n” he giggles “you should see your face right now.”

“You’re hilarious Koushi..” you sigh and look up at him, trying to fight off the smirk appearing on your face.

“Thank you for the cake, love. That was really sweet of you.” he smiles down at you, placing the cake down on the coffee table before scooping you up into his arms, giggles escaping your lips.

“Did you want some candles? We do have some in the cupboard.” you joke looking up at him.

“Hmm.. Now that you mention it, they would be a nice touch.” He turns away from you dramatically, “but who needs em’ - - -"

then looks back "- - - when I have you to light up my world.” he pulls you back in and nuzzles his head at the base of your neck.

“That was really cringy Kou..” you giggled. “But you light up mine too.”

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‘An Unexpected Gift’

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

w/c: 443 - - - Reading time: 1:33min (roughly)

Pov. Karasuno’s manager

“Daichi? Have you been getting enough sleep lately? Your eyes look heavy.” you rush over to the captain, who looks like he’s at death’s door.

He looks over at you and smiles, ”I appreciate the concern but there’s no need to worry. I'm just fine y/n, I promise.”

“Those eyebags are probably from dealing with Hinata and Kageyama” Suga says sarcastically while entering the gym. “Honestly, I don’t know how he does it.”

“Suga-san!” You jog over to greet the setter, water bottle in hand, jumping up and down. “Happy Birthday!!”

“Hey y/n! Wow, you remembered huh? That makes me feel pretty special.” He laughs, one hand nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“You are special Suga!” you state before your mind can process the words that left your lips.

Then they hit you.

You see, being Karasuno’s manager meant you took care of all the guys! And honestly you loved it. The team felt like a family! Being able to witness Karasuno in their bubble was something you were forever grateful for.

Along with this, It was clear (to everyone except you that is), that you and Sugawara liked each other. You were a scholar student, not dense in the slightest. Yet somehow, his feelings and your own had evaded you leaving you completely oblivious.

At least up until recently…

Sugawara wasn’t so much shy with his feelings, he just wanted to make sure things were mutual, in fear of scaring you off and losing the friendship you had built up. If he was confident in that, he would have no problem making the first move.

Naturally, he told Daichi about his feelings for you. So this interaction you were currently having was rather amusing.

Although over the past few weeks, you've started to become more conscious of your feelings too… (took you long enough,, thinks Daichi. ft the entire team)

“Wait- that came out wrong- im sorry!” you splutter, choaking with embarrassment.

Sugawara laughs and hands you back the water bottle you gave him. “Did you really mean it though?” he inquires.

Of course you meant it. He is special. Does he not know this? You thought.

You look up at the setter to see his confused eyes searching your face for an answer. So he really doesn’t know?

“Of course I did, Koushi” you reply, scanning his face in an equal manner. Then you add “especially to me.” and watch the setter’s eyes pop out of his head. You could practically hear how loud his heart was beating.

There's a moment of silence. Suga decides to break it.

“y/n?”

“Yes, Koushi?”

“C-can I kiss you?”

Another moment of silence. Which is now your job to sever.

No words leave your lips, instead you nod slowly while being pulled into his embrace.

You feel his warm smile greet you as he says, “What an unexpected gift.”

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~The End~

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a/n: hope you enjoyed! once again, Happy bday to our favorite Haikyuu mom ;) sorry if there were any mistakes and that the stories progressively got shorter haha I do continue to check on my stories post being uploaded so I'll edit anything I spot.

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lovelivingmydreams · 4 years

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A might have been part 2

Okay listen. If you really believed for even a moment that I was going to make an alternative past for @kingcreativityau where King got to be friends with baby instinct/fear and write all the way up to the split and then not include everything that happened after... Do you guys know me at all? My brain will not be sattisfied with this narative until i have written at least up until the return. And if there ever comes a time where the og comic comes to a conclusion, you better believe I’ll write how all of those events transpired in this alternate version of the timeline. So like it or not, at least two more parts are coming. So there. Enjoy!

part 1 here

A friendship for the ages

Creativity blinked in confusion. What… What was he doing? He looked up and saw… Himself? “Wow, you are just like me!” they chorused. They looked at each other stunned for a moment before they burst out laughing. They got up and shook hands. “Creativity,” they introduced themselves, laughing once more. “Wow, no kidding,” they snorted. “King?” a broken voice wondered. Both looked up. Curious about who spoke. Someone about their height took a step closer, pushing away from a smaller boy. Wait they knew this guy right? The name was at the tip of their tongue. “Not me. Is he talking to you?” they both wondered, looking at each other. “Guess not,” they shrugged. But King did sound familiar, though it didn’t quite feel like them. “I call Prince!” the one in the red cape declared. “Why?” The green caped one pouted. “Because I was first to call prince!” the prince reasoned. “Oh… That makes sense. Then I’m duke!” duke grinned. They turned to the boy, both grinning widely. Seemingly unaware of the atmosphere surrounding their appearance. Prince stepped forward proudly. “I am Prince!” he announced with a bow. “Nice to officially make your acquaintance.” Because they did know him didn’t they? Why was it such a mess in their heads? “Duke!” the other cackled. “Duke, dukey!” he giggled then. “I’m dukey,” he exclaimed with glee. “This… Is quite the unexpected turn,” a taller boy with glasses said. “Unexpected? You killed king! And all you can say about it is that it was unexpected?” The familiar boy cried, making the tall boy flinch. “Fear, kiddo…” the shorter boy soothed. Fear! “Oh! Fear! You are Fear!” Duke shouted, jumping up and down as he pointed at Fear. “You are our friend right?” Prince added. Fear looked up at them, tears still in their eyes. “Why are you sad? Whom must I slay?” Prince asked. “Yeah! We’ll make them poop their pants!” Duke added. Fear took a step back and shook his head. “You stay away,” he sobbed and took of. “Fear!” the little boy with glasses pleaded. The twins looked at each other. “What did we say?” “Fear simply needs time to ‘mourn’ your previous form. He’s highly emotional, it was to be expected that he would not respond well to such a big change with no time to mentally prepare. Let him have his tantrum. He’ll be back soon,” the tall boy stated firmly, adjusting his glasses. The boys wanted to believe him but both he and the little guy who introduced himself as Morality and the other as Logic cast worried glances in the direction Fear had ran of to. Sometimes they’d disappear in that direction and come back looking sad. Prince and Duke got to know the mindscape and, more importantly, the imagination fairly quickly and both agreed that Thomas was the most amazing person in the world and deserved everything he wanted. Sure Duke could be a bit gross sometimes and Prince could get a bit egocentric and too caught up with his own thoughts. But they were doing well. Logic was frustrated though that neither had interest in homework. And Morality seemed upset that they didn’t care much for playing with the other kids. Not even Thomas’ brothers. Well that was their problem really. The twins had each other. There was one side they were interested in though. Fear. The ‘tantrum' as Logic called it had still not blown over and everyone seemed worried. So, deciding to investigate to satisfy their curiosity they went looking for him. They knew what direction to go in. The others had gone to talk to Fear a bunch of times since he left. All they had to do was walk in the direction they went until they found him right? The walk was long, but eventually they saw a big willow. No Fear though. Was he in the shadowy part of the mind? “Stop!” The twins froze and looked at the willow. Had the tree just shouted at them? “Hello?” Prince called. “Leave me alone!” They knew that voice! The twins ran up to the tree and pushed the branches out of their way and froze. Fear was sitting up in the higher branches, hood pulled over his face and four spider legs springing from underneath his clothes. He looked down and six purple eyes lit up in the dark. “I said go!” he growled. A yellow snake slithered up from a hole in the tree wrapping itself protectively/comfortingly around his figure. “That is so cool!” Duke grinned getting himself a jab into the ribs from his brother. “Fear. We… We just wanted to know why you don’t want to be our friend. Did we do something?” Prince asked gently. “No! I’m keeping everyone safe. People who are nice to me get hurt.” “That isn’t true fear…” the snake hissed gently, surprising the twins. Fear glared at the snake. “Isn’t it Deceit?” he growled, making the snake recoil. “Thought so. Just… Go with them. I’ll be fine,” he muttered as he curled in on himself and wrapped his legs around himself like a cage. “That’s a lie. You aren’t fine,” Deceit objected. “Is he… Is this because we aren’t king?” Prince wondered nervously. For all his grandness he was terrified of falling short. He didn’t want to be less wonderful than this King person. If he wasn’t as good or better than the original, what was the point of him existing? “This has nothing you do with that! Just leave me alone!” Fear growled hiding in his hoodie. The snake sighed and came down, turning into a teen boy. Duke whistled impressed, while Prince looked away. Something about the scaled half of the boy's face made something in his gut twist. It felt like guilt. But he’d never met this side. What could he have done to feel this way? “Maybe you two have more luck,” Deceit muttered as he left the shelter of the Willow. “Finally,” Fear huffed. “Now if you two would kindly go back to the central consciousness and get back to work. Thomas needs you two too much for you to waste time on me.” Prince rolled his eyes. “As if. Logic is making homework and if we try to have fun now we’ll get yelled at.” That caught Fear’s attention. “You aren’t helping?” he asked confused. “Why would we? Homework is boring,” Prince scoffed as he put a hand on his hip and made a gesture with his other as if to indicate how obvious his statement was. “Yeah, we only ‘get in the way’,” Duke chipped in. Sounding like he was quoting Logic. Fear rolled his eyes. Honestly. “Have you not been listening to anything Morality’s been teaching you?” he asked. “I am a prince! I know good from bad!” Prince objected, sounding rather insulted. “Not about being moral… Has Logic been showing you around then?” Fear wondered. He had assumed Morality would take up the role of care taker. But maybe Logic had taken up the task of instructing the new sides in the ways of the mindscape? “Showing us around?” Duke wondered as he and his brother exchanged glances. “Wait… so they just… Expected you two to know what to do?” Fear asked shocked. “What is there to know? We are creativity. We found the imagination and that is that,” Prince huffed. Though he was intrigued by the idea of more, he wasn't going to admit to being I’ll informed. Fear jumped out of the tree and took them both in. “You’re not lying to get me to come back are you?” The confusion on the twin’s faces must’ve been enough. “Fine,” Fear surrendered grumpily as he started walking to the central conscience. “I’ll show you the basics, but then I’m kicking Logic’s behind in gear and heading back home.” The twins protested, but were secretly excited. They’d needed someone to actually break their ties when they disagreed. To actually listen to their stories and give input other than almost blind praise or cold analysis. Not to mention the fact that they had known him as a friend when they woke up while the others had been mostly strangers in their eyes. That had to mean something. Surely he was a fun playmate. When they saw the stress bunnies for the first time they were absolutely delighted to have something to hunt. And surely enough, Fear was enjoying himself too. Fear showed them how to make learning fun for Thomas and he even showed them that playing was more fun with others. And though he insisted he’d leave again soon, and avoided the others for a good while, he stuck around. Prince and Duke soon discovered just how far Fear was willing to go to keep them safe. During the first nightmare Fear encountered with them he defended them fiercely. Actually almost injuring himself. The twins were shocked by this and took better care to make sure Fear didn’t endanger himself for their sake again. “You aren’t really going back to the willow are you?” Prince asked one day, almost timidly, though he tried his best to sound casual. Fear shifted. The twins knew how to work with the others, they understood what to do with stress and worries and fears, they knew who to turn to when trouble arose… But he could find a million reasons not to leave them and he knew why. He had grown attached to them. He’d tried not to. It felt like a betrayal to King and he still worried he’d loose them right when he got comfortable with the new situation. But he couldn’t leave their side now. “Nah. I don’t trust you two not to burn down the mindscape without me keeping an eye on you,” he teased. Prince scoffed and gave him a push. Duke just shrugged, because honestly? He would definitely cause chaos and destruction if Fear didn’t redirect him every once in a while. Fear knew that if he was staying he should talk with Logic and Morality. “Padre! Teach! We got someone here who wants to talk to you,” Prince announced. The two sides turned and the twins made way to show Fear was with them greeting both sides with an awkward wave. Morality gasped and clasped his hands in front of his face. “Kiddo! Are… Are you back to stay?” he asked carefully. “I mean… I’ll stay out of the way if you want. I just… Yeah, I’m back. Those two need babysitting and neither of you are up to that it seems so…” He felt two fists push at his shoulders and chuckled. “You know I’m right,” he grinned. Then he looked up at the two sides he’d been rather rude to. “Listen, I’m still not happy about you guys not including everyone in the decision. But Princey and Duke don’t seem to be upset with you two. Not really, so I can’t be either. You tried to do what was best for Thomas. I can’t be mad about that. I just… I was afraid to let you guys back in I guess.” Fear couldn't meet their eyes. He was sure they hated him by now. He'd been pushing them away and…

Suddenly he was tackled in a hug by Morality.

“Oh kiddo. Of course you're welcome back!”

“Indeed. Though you might not have been talking to us, we have noticed your efforts. Or was I to believe that the twins suddenly got interested in assisting with schoolwork on their own?”

Fear shrugged as best as he could while still being embraced by the heart.

“From what I heard, yeah? I mean you guys seem to expect them to just know how things work.”

Logic nodded. “I see. Well we did attempt to explain at first, but we failed to communicate with the twins properly.” It had been puzzling to him why the twins couldn’t just follow his instructions. He would have to ask Fear what he’d done to get them suddenly interested in helping out. But almost overnight Logic had gone from overseeing the homework by himself to having two eager assistants making Thomas excited to learn again.

Morality finally let go and grinned up at him. “Guess a dad can sometimes learn a thing or two from his son,” he teased. Recalling how Prince had suddenly started to include his family and classmates in the stories he and Thomas made again. How Duke’s unfiltered curiosity started branching out to other people as well. How had Fear done that? Fear rolled his eyes. “Whatever short…” the teasing remark was cut off as Fear looked Morality up and down a few times. “Did you get taller?” he asked perplexed.

He was sure Morality used to be a head shorter than him. But now the difference was less than an inch.

“Um yeah. I guess…” Morality mused waving his hand above their heads in fascination. “I didn't really notice. Gosh. Maybe I’ll end up taller than you. Wouldn't that be something?” he chuckled.

Fear just shrugged dismissively.

“Nuh uh! We'll be the tallest!” Prince declared. “Just you wait!”

“Fear is going to be a midget forever though!” Duke chuckled.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Fear frowned.

In answer the twins flanked him and he could see they were both taller than him. Not by much, but enough that he couldn't deny it once he paid attention to it. Of course. Even when he was no longer the youngest he was destined to be the baby of the group. Well better remind the twins why he's called Fear then.

“You have five seconds,” he smirked.

“Huh?” Duke wondered.

“Four seconds, “ Fear grinned as his eyes lit up with a violet shine.

“Duke run!” Prince urged and the two took of. Fear chuckled for a few seconds before he let his spider voice echo through the mindscape. “One, Here I come.” And then he took off after the twins.

“He’s a little different isn't he?” Morality mused worriedly as he listened for the sounds in the mindscape, relieved to hear nothing but laughter fill the metaphysical air. Fear was just playing.

“As was to be expected. Fear held a strong attachment to king. More so than either of us. I don't think that I would've been able to convince him to help me stage a coup so to speak if it had come to that.

That loyalty and attachment has now transferred to the twins in some measure, but that does not replace what he had with King. The roles seem to have switched though. He is the caretaker now, though the twins seemed ready to fight on his behalf when they first formed…” Logic summarized looking into his notes. He’d been cataloguing the changes in the Thomasphere after the split and how they correlated to changes in Thomas’ over all wellbeing for future reference.

“They are more equal now,” Morality noted. “Fear wouldn't have dreamed to initiate such a game with King, or to say anything suggesting he needed help. I think… “ Morality frowned. There was no way to say this without sounding terrible. “They might both be happier like this. King… he would want this for Fear,” he decided. King cared for Fear almost as much as he cared for Thomas. It was out of concern for them that he’d asked them to do this. He might not have expected this outcome, but he would understand right?

“So long as the progress of the past week keeps up, Thomas will greatly benefit of the situation.” Logic supplied.

Morality let out a sigh. Thomas would be fine and Fear would fully forgive them with time. And then they could build on this new foundation. He would make sure his family stayed happy. That was his job. He was the dad after all.

It was only a matter of time before the twins would run into Deceit. Especially since the Dukes ideas were unpleasant to Thomas more often than not. Fear usually managed to get Duke to use his ‘inside voice’. Sometimes Prince would notice Fear was getting uncomfortable and reign his brother in. But that couldn’t last forever.

“What is going on here?” Deceit wondered as he walked in on the trio. Duke paused in his rambling and Prince looked up from where he and Fear were sitting on the ground, his arm around the nervous side’s shoulder while Fear had been curled up in a ball trying to block out the images Duke was planting in his head. Once he saw who it was though Prince looked down, he still didn’t like looking at that scaled face.

Fear looked up and went from comforted to comforting. He didn't know what happened, but he did know that for some reason king had changed Deceit and Prince had inherited some sort of phantom guilt.

“Snake-face hi!” Duke on the other hand found it amazing.

“You’re clearly the charmer of the two,” Deceit drawled. Fear was pretty sure that some of his change in attitude had to do with him spending so much time with Dee right after what everyone just called ‘the split’.

He had simply rubbed off on him. “Hi Dee,” Fear smiled tensely. “Fear, good to see you out and about,” Deceit smiled warmly. It was odd. When King first discovered Instinct, he’d been sure he wouldn’t like the new side. He didn’t like how excited King already was for a new friend. And by all accounts he should’ve stayed away from him, but he just couldn’t help but feel a bond with him. They both had a job that wasn’t particularly fun to do, both had parts of them the others disliked. And they both took King’s split hard. Not that he had told Fear of the latter. What was the point? And King hadn’t wanted Fear to know anyway.

“Yeah, I guess you were right. I couldn’t hide away forever,” Fear smiled tensely. “What seems to be the problem here?” Deceit wondered. Something had called him here after all. He knew he couldn’t avoid talking to the twins forever, but he had pretended he could. And now he had to make a stellar first impression. Great. “Oh… Did I do the thing again?” Duke wondered. He didn’t get why the others got upset over is suggestions so much, but they did and he tried to not be too much. But now he really was just having some fun. He wasn't saying Thomas should do anything. He was just making pictures.

Still, Fear was clearly upset. “It’s… It’s fine. You can’t always help it,” Fear assured him. Duke looked around and noticed an abundance of stress bunnies and kittens and puppies, most of them slightly more grotesque than Fear’s usual were. He liked it. But why hadn’t Fear gotten rid of them yet? It wasn’t like him to let them roam free for long.

“Want some help with those?” Deceit wondered as he gestured around. Fear looked at the dozens of creatures and let out a tired sigh. “I’ll get it. Just… I need a moment,” he muttered. “Very well. Duke was it?” Deceit asked. Duke nodded. “I need some help maintaining the Willow. Would you be so kind?” Fear frowned. What? Duke just jumped up with a big smile. “Of course double D!” he grinned. “Wonderful. Fear, Prince, you don’t mind if I borrow him for a couple of hours right?” he asked. Fear looked at Prince who just shrugged. “If he’s okay with it. But he will come back after right?” The prince asked tensely. “Of course. I’ll send him straight to the imagination even,” Deceit bowed before leaving, the Duke following right by his side, ranting about one thing or another. Fear looked at Prince. “You sure you are okay with this? You two haven’t been apart since… Well. Ever.” Prince shrugged again. “I… I think so. We don’t have to be together all the time right?” Fear shrugged. “I guess not,” he allowed. They weren’t one person anymore after all. Fear tried to remember that, but it was still strange sometimes. “I’m going to round up those guys,” he announced as he got up. Prince followed his example. “Want some help with that?” Fear hesitated, he didn’t usually ask anyone for help. The point was that he’d deal with them alone right? He'd just told Dee he could handle it… “Morality says that friends should be able to count on us to help them. So… I want to help,” Prince insisted. Fear smiled at that. “Yeah, sounds fun,” he allowed. As Deceit promised, Duke returned to the imagination after a few hours. All the shadow creatures had been dealt with and Duke was back to a level of crazy Fear could handle. Thomas had not been negatively affected by Dukes mood after he went to the back of the mind it seemed. The twins started going off on their own more often after that. Duke tended to venture to the willow to chat with Deceit for a while, while Prince remained on the front of the mind at all times. Fear wandered between the two. He couldn’t really handle not seeing either for too long. Still things started to get to a new sort of normal and Morality and Logic became more and more convinced every day that they’d done the right thing. Everyone was happier now. That’s what Morality thought, until he found Fear, sitting in a corner of the mind by himself. Which was unusual. “Heya kiddo. Where are the twins?” he wondered gently as he knelt down. He was a good inch taller than Fear by now. Which made Fear officially the shortest of the group, a fact the twins loved to tease him about. “Duke is at the willow and Prince is fighting a dragon or a witch, I don’t know,” Fear shrugged, his eyes shimmering. Had he been crying? “Ok… And why are you here all by yourself?” If Prince was fighting something, Fear would usually stick close by just in case. And sometimes that was indeed needed, though Morality and Logic both wondered if Prince occasionally just liked having Fear save him and fuss over him afterwards.

“I… It just hurt too much today,” he whispered, a sob breaking free. Morality felt a sharp pain in his chest. He knew what Fear meant and he couldn’t believe he never picked up on this. Of course spending time with the twins was hard on Fear. “Oh Kiddo… Do you want a hug?” Fear didn’t always allow physical affection. This time however he seemed to be really in need of some, because he almost immediately latched onto the fatherly side and started sobbing. “I care about them, I really do! But I miss him so much!” he tried to explain. “Of course. Loving them doesn’t take away how you felt about him. I think those feelings actually make each other stronger. Remember what he said? That it didn’t matter what name you used, you’d always be his friend? This is sort of like that,” Morality assured him. “I… I know… Most of the time. But sometimes I feel so bad for liking them, and then I feel bad about feeling bad… What if that never stops? I don’t want to hurt them!” he pleaded “It’ll get better. There will be bad days, but it’ll get better. I miss him too. I know it wasn’t the same as it was for you. But he was important to me too.” “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean-” “No kiddo, that’s not what I meant. I was just trying to say that I understand. And I’m here to listen. Okay? Just come to your dear old dad whenever you need to okay? I’ve got you.” Fear let himself relax into the embrace and cry the tears he’d been holding back for months. He didn’t notice someone was watching them. Morality did though, and he tried not to let the accusatory glare get to him. Deceit could think of this what he wanted. Morality was just trying to look out for his kids. Things got a little better after that. Fear was more relaxed when hanging out in the back of the mind, the vague memories of being an incorporeal instinct not as haunting as they once had been. He got even bolder in his banter with the twins. He was also a bit more comfortable with letting them be without him from time to time. And he got a bit braver when it came to confronting the uglier parts of the past. “I’m just saying. If you ask them they’ll probably change you back,” he insisted as he laid down in the patch of grass underneath the willow. The twins were doing a school project with Logic and he had chosen to catch up with Deceit who still didn’t come up to the central consciousness except to retrieve Duke when needed.

“I don’t want them to change me back Fear, drop it.” “Then why are you hiding away all of the time?” Fear countered. “I know Princey is kinda awkward around you, but that won't get better if he never gets to know you. And the others will warm up to you. I'll have your back remember? No matter what happened between you and him, the twins deserve a chance don't they?” Fear pointed out. Deceit sighed. “I suppose you have a point… And Duke isn’t horrible company,” he allowed. Fear smiled and they both started debating over something Thomas' teacher did that week. The subject laid at rest. Deceit never did ask the twins to return his face to normal. He felt it was fitting honestly. A permanent warning to everyone of what he was. Princey slowly relaxed around Deceit as the later visited the central consciousness more often. And once again things in the mindscape improved.

#kingau #sanders sides #tssides #creativitytwins #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #this au lives rent free in my head #but i need the space #please send help

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CH 8 I Can't Let Her Die.

A/N: This chapter isn't very long but hey, it's better than nothing.

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who is still reading this.

Felicity stared at Oliver wide-eyed. “Are you serious?”

“C’mon,” Oliver mounted the bike and held the helmet out to her. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

Felicity was still hesitant.

”Do you trust me?” Oliver asked his eye intently on her.

“Yes,” there was no hesitation in her answer. Of course, she trusted him. That shouldn’t even be a question.

“Then trust me,” he held his hand out to her.

Felicity thankful that she was wearing jeans today placed her hand in Oliver’s.

His hand tightened around hers and he gave it a little tug.

She stepped forward placing her hands on his shoulders, she swung her leg over the back of the bike, sliding in behind him. “How close do I need to be for this?”

“Close enough for you to wrap your arms around me. You’re gonna need to hold onto me.”

“I always dreamed about you saying that to me,” Felicity said.

“Yeah? In what context?” Oliver looked over his shoulder at her.

Felicity flushed in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I said that out loud.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Oliver replied, his eyes on hers. “What context?”

“It definitely wasn’t platonic,” Felicity confessed.

She gasped when she suddenly felt Oliver’s hands on her thighs pulling her forward until her front was flushed against his back, her thighs pressed against his.

“Good,” Oliver said, he moved his hands to her arms and pulled them around him. “Hold on tight.”

Felicity nodded, unable to speak with Oliver’s perfect muscular body in between her legs, feeling his abs beneath her hands and the heat of his body seeping into hers.

“You want to know something? Something that I never said out loud to anyone?” Oliver said, a glint in his eye.

“What?” Felicity asked, she leaned closer instinctively, feeling like they were sharing a secret.

“I’ve imagined telling you that in so many different ways. Not a single one of them was platonic.” Oliver’s voice was low.

Felicity’s breath hitched and she bit down on her lip, unable to believe what she just heard him say.

Oliver’s eyes flickered down to her lips, he wanted so bad to kiss her but he wasn’t sure it would be right.

What would his Felicity think?

He turned around and made sure Felicity’s grip on him was tight before starting the bike and started their journey to Big Belly Burger.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver grabbed them a booth while Felicity went up to the counter to make their order. He didn’t want to but he knew it was important not to crowd her, still, he remained vigil, watching anyone who so much as looked at her.

He was only able to relax once she slid in the seat across from him.

“It should only be ten minutes or so,” Felicity said. “Then we can head back to the others.”

“I am in no rush to get back to a crowded foundry,” Oliver said.

“Are you saying that because you can’t get along with yourself?”

“Well, yes, and I just want to have lunch with you and no one else,” Oliver answered honestly.

“You keep saying sweet things like that I might actually believe them to be true,” Felicity said with a nervous smile.

“I mean every word I say to you,” Oliver said.

Felicity couldn’t fight back a smile, she ducked her head then looked back at him, pushing her glasses up her nose. There was this light feeling in her chest.

She was happy. This Oliver had a way of putting her at ease and making her feel like she mattered more than anyone in the world.

It was an amazing feeling.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Felicity never thought she would be at the other end of the famous ‘Oliver Queen’ charm. Yet, here she was as he managed to convince her to stay and eat lunch at the diner.

And he asked her questions that her Oliver never asked her, what it was like growing up in Vegas, about her family, still being just a kid in college. Apologizing for the rumors at QC. Telling her stories about Thea when she was little, the trouble he and Tommy got into that didn’t involve girls, about Raisa and how sometimes she had been more of a parent to him than Moira or Robert ever were.

Felicity felt like in the short time they spent having lunch in the diner, she got to know this version of him more than she did her version of him in the last year.

And while yes, she enjoyed it, she couldn’t help but wonder why things couldn’t be this easy with her Oliver?

“What’s on your mind?” Oliver asked.

“Nothing,” Felicity shook her head.

“Felicity, I know you,” Oliver began. “You are always thinking and you’re doing that thing with your forehead and eyebrow when you’re trying to figure something out.”

“It’s weird that you know about that,” Felicity said.

“It’s not weird. I just pay attention when it’s you.” Oliver told her. “It’s impossible not to. Talk to me,”

“I was just thinking that my Oliver, I mean, the other you, present you, he’s never once asked about my family. We’ve just shared a meal and talked like this, he doesn’t show the same interest in me that you do.”

“He thinks you deserve better than him than us,” Oliver told her. “And he’s not wrong. You’re are the smartest person I’ve ever met, you’re selfless and kind and you care about others with your whole heart. There is not a more beautiful person in the world inside and out than you. You deserve more than a guy incapable of making a long-term relationship work with five years of baggage and a responsibility to fix everything that was wrecked by people with the last name Queen.”

“Oliver,” Felicity’s voice caught with emotion. It wasn’t the first time he praised her with sweet words or the first time he spoke badly about himself but it hurt more for him to be so hard on himself when she can see how changed he is from the man she first met whose only goal was crossing names off a list. “You are so much more than you think. Those five years of baggage have made you who you are and that is someone that inspired me to be more than an IT girl. You showed me how one person can make a difference if given the chance. Your parent’s mistakes are not yours. And as for relationships, I think maybe you just haven’t let yourself reach the point of being happy because you think you deserve to suffer for things that were beyond your control. You have this terrible habit of carrying everything on your shoulders and blaming yourself for everything that goes wrong especially when it’s not your fault. You’re not cursed, you’re not your father or your mom, and contrary to your belief you are not a killer.”

She leaned forward catching his gaze, reaching across the table for his hand.

“Oliver, you are a good man. You’re a hero.”

Oliver exhaled his breath, her words, her belief in him meant more to him than she could ever know. He lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over her knuckles tenderly.

The touch was so soft and tender it sent a shiver through her entire being.

“I wish I could see myself the way you see me.”

“I’ll remind you every day,” Felicity promised. “And one day you will see yourself for the amazing man you are.”

It was on the tip of Oliver’s tongue to tell her he loves her, he loves her more than he thought he was capable of loving someone but he held the words in.

It wouldn’t be fair to tell her he was in love with her when he would be leaving.

“One day he’s going to see what’s in front of him and I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake I did. He’ll tell you everything and you will be the most important person to him just like you are for me.”

Felicity was speechless. She reached out and tightened her hand around his. Something shifting inside her. She felt like her heart was opening in ways she didn’t know were even possible.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Oliver heard the door and waited, seeing Felicity walked down the stairs with his future self hands clasped in her, their interlaced fingers had his stomach-turning.

His future self leaned in whispering something into her ear and Felicity laughs. A god to honest laugh and it hurt.

He couldn’t remember ever making her laugh like that.

When they reach the bottom of the stairs Felicity turned to smile up at his future self, they were standing so close together they might as well have been breathing each other’s air.

He watched as his eyes flicked to Felicity’s mouth, the way he lifted his hand to cup Felicity's cheek, his thumb moving across her delicate skin.

“What took you so long?” He asked when he saw Felicity lean into the touch.

Felicity jumped back from his future self, blushing, "We ate at the diner."

“Like a date?” Oliver's eyes narrowed.

“Yes,” Future Oliver said at the same time Felicity said, “No,” her voice higher pitched than she intended.

She grabbed the bags from Oliver’s hand and set them on the med bay table. “We got burgers and fries for everyone,”

Future Oliver stepped up behind her, reaching around her body into the bag and setting the food out as John and Roy joined them.

Felicity turned her head toward him, their faces inches apart, and the way they looked into each other's eyes, made anger simmer in his gut and his skin hot.

He didn’t want anyone looking at Felicity with such intensity and he wanted to be the one to make her blue eyes darkened and that flush to crawl across her skin as she smiled.

If they stood any closer they would be plaster against one another, yet Felicity didn't seem bothered by the close proximity,

Oliver watched as his future self, swept his hand down Felicity’s back as he stepped back and Felicity reached out, placing her hand over his chest, a smile dancing on her lips.

Oliver’s stomach turned, he cleared his throat, cutting between them purposely making them take a step back from each other.

He quickly grabbed some food and placed himself between them, he forced a smile Felicity’s way before slowly turning to stare his future self in the eye.

Future Oliver didn’t so much as flinch, meeting his glare head-on. He recognized that look in himself. He was jealous. However, he only had himself to blame.

He hoped that soon he would get his head out of his ass and admit his feelings to Felicity and not make his mistakes.

Felicity stepped back, moving toward her station and his future self followed her like they were two magnets being pulled together.

Again, he watched as his future self found some excuse to touch Felicity, taking her hand in his own and Felicity smiling up at him, so at ease with his touch.

There was a closeness between them that wasn’t there before. He didn’t like it.

It left him feeling like he was looking at a possibility for himself and Felicity if he could only get past the fear of losing another person he loved.

But the life he led only put the people around him in danger.

His future self was fucking living proof of that. He came back here to save her.

It was a lot harder to overcome his fear, knowing that Felicity was supposed to die because of him in just a few weeks.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Concentrate,” Oliver snapped at his future self.

He had jumped at the opportunity to spar with his future self. Really, he just wanted any excuse to hit him.

What he wasn’t expecting was that Felicity’s presence would be that distracting to them.

At least he however was trying, he couldn’t say the same for the Oliver from the future.

“I can’t,” Future Oliver grunted.

Roy had suggested that Felicity get more training than self-defense. This whole ordeal had done a number on him knowing in the not too far in the future Felicity dies to save him.

He wanted to give her all the skills he could to change the outcome of her fate.

She was already one of the most badass women on the planet but this would hopefully help her. It would at least ease his mind a little.

Felicity was dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a workout bra, there was this light sheen of sweat, and God, future Oliver could not concentrate, he could do nothing but watch her every move.

Oliver looked over and he faltered, as he lost his own battle to focus as Digg acted as a combat instructor for Roy and Felicity.

“This is your fault.” Oliver accused his future self. “Why do you have to wave your connection with Felicity in my face, showing me what my future could look like? I was fine living in denial.”

“It’s called enlightenment.” Future Oliver told him. “I see what’s in front of me and you need to do the same preferably before she realizes that she can do so much better.”

Heels sounded across the floor but no one really took notice.

Laurel reached the bottom of the steps, she opened her mouth to call out to Oliver but stopped short, stunned at the sight of Oliver.

“What the hell is going on here!?” she exclaimed.

Everyone stopped to turn and look at her.

“How are there two Oliver’s,” she moved toward the two men in question. “Last I check you didn’t have a twin.”

“It’s complicated,” Felicity said, chancing a look at both Oliver’s coming forward.

“I am more than capable of understanding complicated, Felicity.” Laurel retorted, an edge to her voice. “Just tell me what in the hell is happening?”

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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The Women of Sherlock

4 years late to this masterpiece. Sherlock is just the most well-written TV show i have ever come across. Everything is perfectly finessed and crafted with so much care and flair, from script to dialogue to cinematography to plot pacing (I need to rest after one episode), I find no words for higher praise. Perhaps the pompous english delivery and tendency for grandoise flourishes might not be for everyone, but it is definitely my kind of show.

I remember the part where Mycroft told John, "you are not traumatized by the war. You miss it." was precisely the point I got hooked. I felt that.

So in a bid to enshrine my love for the show (4 seasons of which i binged over two weeks), I shall make a post of the excellent portrayal of female characters (in the same unrelentingly verbose, highfalutin style), that no one asked for and with no new information provided.

MARY ELIZABETH WATSON

The poised and sensible wife and woman behind every good man (wait sorry, why still behind?) that can probably mother anything in her path. Except when she is in assassin-killer mode, she is able to detach her emotions to the point where she can coldly calculate exactly where to shoot you so you might just not die.John just couldn't pick ordinary, blessedly mundane partners, can he?Deadly sharp and sweet, with a deep, prescient wisdom and perception that can probably only be acquired from having killed many and needing to cover your arse about it, Mary is the typical femme fatale character. Unfortunately, she lived up to that name, when, out of fatally unconditional love and loyalty, she fatally took a bullet for the one time our dear Sherly failed, and died.

MRS HUDSON

your sweet, shrivelled grandma-next-door with a whole lot of sass, probably a saucier history of debauchery than you, plus guts of steel belied by her diminutive frame, because which other landlord will stand frequently finding various kinds of human remains stashed in the fridge for lab analysis and the occasional cracks of gunshots in her daintily-wallpapered walls when Sherlock expresses frustration at not being able to crack a case?yes, she isn't a simple woman. the widow of a depraved and philandering cartel druglord whose death by decapitation was in part precipitated by none other than herself, and therefore inheriting his house and BMW, Mrs Hudson was able to quick-wittedly conceal Sherlock's critical possessions at gunpoint, while engendering sympathy from her captors as a hapless, frightened old lady.

"Mrs Hudson leave Baker Street? England will fall."-Sherlock

EURUS HOLMES

They say women are crazy, and you should be afraid of Eurus Holmes. Sherlock's impressive, Mycroft's prodigious, and Eurus is diabolic. Long-lost, locked up sister of the Holmes trinity, her cleverness proved too dangerous to contain even as a toddler.Her crime? Leading Sherlock's playmate to his death so Sherlock will play with her. Whoops.Might be the best rendition of a villain I've ever seen. One colder, crueller and cocksurer than any male fiend has ever displayed. Beating them at their own game, feeding their ego, making negotiations to get exactly what she wants.However it is revealed her distended intellectual abilities result in feelings of extreme isolation, as if she is 'trapped in a flying plane in which everyone's asleep.' At the end of the day, for all her acerbic appraisals on people and the world, Eurus remains mentally as a little girl pining for her brother to play with her. A light illuminating too brightly that extinguishes just as quickly. Nevertheless, an intriguing freak of nature indeed.

Amazing the number of times a man doesn’t really look at your face. Oh, you can hide behind a sexy smile, or a walking cane ... or just be a therapist, talking about yourself all the time.

IRENE ADLER

What does it mean when a female, self-professed homosexual professional dominatrix and a male, most-likely asexual high-functioning sociopathic detective seem to have an undeniable electrifying attraction to each other? Both recognise the inner freak of a genius in each other that is now, two-of-a-kind.We are shown a woman who relishes and maintains power in every respect, from the bedroom to her personal wealth and even securing underworld invincibility, who, in her own words: 'makes her way in the world'.

She has no qualms using the power of female sexuality to surprise, subdue and siphon what she seeks, but towards the end we see her falter and thwarted by yet another typically female inclination of emotions and sentiment. (She sardonically or rather affectionately, if her multiple texts to Sherlock in an avant garde display of female-initiated wooing is any indicator) sets the passcode to her phone as I AM SHER-LOCKED)

Yet she is literally saved by this lapse in affection, from Iranian terrorists, when it moved our utterly self-possessed and honestly also self-obsessed secret softie Sherlock, who reciprocated coolly with rare cliche of a hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress moment, thus showing us love can be both a formidable weakness and strength.

MOLLY HOOPER

Finally, a character we can relate to. Depicted as an unassuming, babbling and bumbling side character, but also possesses the ultimate superpower of being able to slap Sherlock in the face without facing resistance or retaliation. Because if she does so, then he deserves it.

JOHN WATSON

Sorry not a woman, I emasculated him. Just balancing out the status quo. He is almost like Sherlock's unappreciated wife in the shadows / and full-time child handler (and I mean this in terms of relationship dynamic, nothing sexual, go away shippers and fic writers) A complete danger-addict and badass packaged in fun-sized, cute, wrinkly dad material. Aw.

https://moonlitthoughts.medium.com/the-women-of-sherlock-3c3437c6f93e

#sherlock #sherlockholmes #BBC #eurus holmes #irene adler #mrs hudson #mary watson #molly hooper #john watson #mypost #tvshows #netflix

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katie-writes24 · 4 years

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I’ll Be Your Safe Place

Pairing: Ruben Marcado x reader

Warnings: Language, suggestive material, mentions of sex, hurt/comfort, two insecure confused fools, violence, Ian Price, Jason Cole, angst, and lots of sad Ruben.

Part 1

This was not supposed to be a continuation...buuuut, here we are. This is a sequel to ‘I’ll Be Your Escape.’ I honestly got whiplash writing this so I hope you all enjoy! Ruben deserves everything, especially more content. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Leave some feedback! Thank you @tinywhim for your constant encouragement! Enjoy!

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

“Then why are you pulling back?”

“It’s just…” Ruben lowered his head, as if in shame and bit the inside of his cheek. His sweaters comforted him, they definitely hid the lines on his forearm that Y/N slowly ran her fingertips over. He was sort of glad she didn’t see them before. No matter how much guilt filled his stomach when he looked at them, he couldn’t help but shiver at the small touch she was currently giving him.

“It still kinda shakes me up,” She looked confused, so Ruben cleared his throat and took a breath. “I was thrown around like that in high school, you know. There were always bullies, but this. When he ran his fingers in my blood… I was scared that it would be so much worse than it was.”

Y/N dropped her hands for a moment, and Ruben could see the tears in her eyes.

“It hurt. I didn’t try to resist, I couldn’t,” He chuckled as he thought about it. “Guess that’s kind of pathetic, right?”

“Not pathetic. No, Ruben, you’re not pathetic. Please understand that it wasn’t your fault. Please? I need you to understand that Ruben.” Y/N held his face so softly that Ruben felt his eyes shut. He was so tired, it was all so overwhelming.

“I need you to say it.”

Ruben blinked and shook his head, “Say what?”

“That it wasn’t your fault.”

He didn’t understand.

Jason came up to him and asked about his work. He seemed genuinely interested, asking questions and writing down little notes. He asked Ruben for a small favor, asked if he knew about certain aspects of the brain. Ruben was just a chemist, but he learned a lot in college, and what Jason asked of him was a bit extreme. It certainly wasn’t the small favor he asked for years ago.

But Jason asked so kindly, always visiting Ruben in his office every day. Jason looked at Ruben so differently, like he was some blessing that came from the sky. It made Ruben feel warm, it made him feel good. He’s never been paid that much attention before he met Jason.

Jason asked a lot. He kept Ruben working long nights, took a lot of his time away from his real work. The doctor told him so many things that he made sound like a promise, but was just an act.

Jason got him into this mess. Jason got him hurt.

Ian damaged him. He carved his skin, gagged him up and made him feel so small. Ian made him feel useless, stupid. A coward. Ian dragged him to a club all as a pawn just to get on his ‘good’ side. Just so he could get into his head and tell him theories that sounded insane.

And for a time, Ruben believed that he would continue this cycle of insecurity and pain.

He was sure that night at the warehouse would be his last day alive.

Then he met Y/N, and he’s never felt so….

Well, Y/N drew Ruben into a feeling he never knew was there.

He could see how gorgeous she was, obviously. She caught his attention as soon as he saw her, hanging in the shadows while everyone around them got higher than the clouds. Ian had told him that she was a bit shy, but as soon as he had her in a room, Ruben seemed to be the shy one.

It was an unforgettable experience. He still remembers the way she whispered his name, remembers her legs shaking around his head as she came. He remembers her looking at him with bright eyes, remembers her praising him.

He remembers feeling on top of the world.

Ruben didn’t think he’d ever lose his virginity at the age he did, certainly not in a slimy room in a warehouse filled with even slimier people. But he certainly didn’t think he’d meet someone like Y/N there, either.

Y/N was kind to him, never judging him. In that small amount of time that he was with her, he felt like he was being heard. Even after he shut her accusations down, she still spoke to him with such sincerity.

He would have never thought they were so alike.

They both were birds trapped in a cage, looking for an escape but every turn led to the same place. Half of him didn’t even want to know what the girl had gone through, the other half wishes he could just hold her in his arms and never let go. He barely even knew her, but he was so lucky to have her.

And it made him realize that he shouldn’t have her. He often wondered if he would feel so in danger if he hadn’t made any face-to-face contact with Ian that night in the elevator, if he walked away from Jason when he yelled at him about selling Blackout, if he did sell Blackout. Well, Ruben would probably be in the sun in Jamaica right now, not a care in the world.

Instead he sits on a bed in the smallest apartment he’s ever seen with Y/N across from him, looking at Ruben with such care. She’s holding his face gently, not like he could break, but with a grounding touch. And looking at her makes him think about every decision he made all over again.

So how can Ruben lie and say that it wasn’t his fault? He kept helping Jason, he made the drug.

“Ruben?”

He looked into her eyes, which were wide in concern. Her thumb was caressing his cheek and he could melt from the simple act.

“I…I don’t know if I can.”

“What?”

“I mean it when I say it’s complicated. But I just...I did something, that I shouldn’t have done in the first place. I pissed Ian off and if I hadn’t then maybe I wouldn’t have these sca-”

“Ruben, please listen to me. What Ian did to you was not your fault. And- and maybe I don’t know what exactly happened, but I know you couldn’t have done anything that would make this your fault.” Her voice cracked and his heart shattered.

If only she knew the full story.

Ruben’s silence had caused her some sort of frustration, and Y/N lowered her hands and hesitated before asking, “What do I need to do to prove it to you?”

“No, Y/N, it’s not like that, it’s…I don’t know. Maybe I’ll believe it one day, but I just can’t right now, and I don’t think there’s anything you could say to make it better.”

The woman shook in front of him, and he felt a little guilty. But it was the truth. It was a situation she couldn’t control, not with words, not with actions.

“I’m sorry,” Ruben took her hand in his, rubbing her knuckles slowly. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“No, I understand what you mean. I’m sorry I pushed, I just...it’s not fair. It’s not fair that you have to feel this way.”

There was nothing more to say, Ruben wanted to change the subject. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and moved to kiss her cheek. He kept his lips planted on her skin for a few extra seconds, and he felt Y/N lean into the touch.

Eventually, Ruben leaned his head on her shoulder, enjoying the contact. Y/N was playing with his fingers, gradually moving up his arms and tracing over his scars again.

He wondered if she would ever just let it be, like how he currently is. That’s how he’s coping, because how could he blame Ian when he took him to an amazing party where he met an amazing girl?

But Y/N lifted his arm to her lips and pressed the most delicate kisses against the lines.

They stayed like that for a while, moving back and forth between different spots. They always ended up in each other’s arms, and when Ruben felt his eyes drifting shut when Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, he cleared his throat.

“I should go.”

“You could stay.”

But it wasn’t like that.

They’d seen each other three times since that night. Ruben had been ignoring Jason’s and Ian’s calls for days, and he was only just going back to work tomorrow. He knew that neither of them would be happy, and he probably shouldn’t care what either of them think, it serves them right.

But that’s not the person Ruben is. He can see himself getting right back into routine in a matter of days all because Jason will say his name in a pleading voice.

Y/N gave him an address, not her phone number because it’d be too risky. She spent most of the time tending to Oz’s beckoncall, but on the rare occasion that there was no huge party, she stayed in this small flat.

She told Ruben she was comfortable here. She trusted Ruben with that.

But they weren’t a thing. He didn’t stay.

“I have work tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

Her arms grew tighter around him.

“Does Ian bother you at work?”

Ruben snorted, “Kinda, yeah.”

She just shook her head to herself, letting Ruben go and bringing her knees up to hug her body. Before Ruben could feel hurt from the treatment, he couldn’t help but notice that she looked so small.

“Y/N-”

“It’s not fair.” She whispered, running a hand over her face. Ruben would agree, but again, she doesn’t know the whole story. This was just the way things were for now.

He reached out his hand and she kissed the center of his palm before standing up and wrapping herself around him once again. And Ruben did the same.

Because now that he’s got a taste of Y/N’s affection, something caring, physical, and emotionally soothing, it was like a drug.

“When can I see you again?” Y/N whispered softly against his neck.

Ruben didn’t know if he’d still be alive tomorrow, it all depended on how pissed he made the two men.

“Soon,” He kissed her forehead as she clung to him. “I promise.” Y/N tilted her head up and tilted his chin down with her finger. She kissed him softly before sucking his bottom lip.

With one final kiss, Ruben stood up, and it felt like he was being ripped apart. It was an odd feeling.

“You should sleep, sun’s coming up soon.” His soft hand ran over her forehead as she laid down in the bed. In a way it felt domestic, it felt right.

He hoped it wasn’t just his previous lack of physical affection, and that he was actually starting to have feelings for Y/N.

“You made me tired, with all your fancy talk on being some doctor.” Y/N’s eyes were closed but she smiled when Ruben giggled.

“I’m a chemist, boring people is what I do.”

“Shut up.” Y/N reached out to shove him but missed, and Ruben had second thoughts about leaving. But he fought through, because if he ever wanted to run away with her, he would have to get out of here and go to work. He would have to be patient.

As Ruben looked for his shirt, Y/N sighed deeply behind him. “Has anyone told you that you have the nicest ass?”

Ruben choked on his own spit.

“I-uh, no, heh, no. That’s a not a normal conversation starter for me, no.”

Y/N giggled and got up from the bed, walking towards him slowly as he fumbled with the fabric in his hand. Ruben swallowed as she pulled on his belt loops.

He knew that he could stare into her eyes forever; now that he’s thinking of it, he was probably hypnotized the first day they met. It felt like time stopped when he’s tired into those bright, yet dark orbs.

Y/N’s nose grazed his as her hands moved to frame his ass, and Ruben let out a shaky breath. It was quite the feeling.

She chuckled, “What? That too much?”

He shook his head, “No, it’s...it’s nice.”

Y/N hummed and paused for a moment. She squeezed both cheeks as she stared into his eyes, and Ruben felt his face heat up.

“Would you ever let me fuck you?”

“Christ, Y/N.”

His mouth easily fell into hers, moving with rhythm that seemed so easy. When Y/N pulled back, she smiled cockily before turning to walk back to the bed, tucking herself under the covers like she didn’t just easily give Ruben a boner from her words.

“I hope you’re satisfied with yourself.”

“Oh I am, thank you,” Y/N smiled before throwing him a kiss. “Sweet dreams.”

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It was overwhelming how quickly Ruben got attached to Y/N. Maybe it was from the way she would whisper in his ear stories from her past, or how she would kiss his forehead during moments of vulnerability. Maybe it was the way she smiled, blushed when Ruben complimented her. Maybe it was the way she was so genuine when giving Ruben praises, so honest. Whatever the reason was, it made it more difficult that Ruben couldn’t send a quick text to see how her day was going, or even ramble about his own.

Like right now, as he sat listening to the endless amount of voicemails left from the one number that made his blood boil. From the two people who asked so much of him.

Nothing was working, a screen staring at him that only showed a negative. Nothing was working.

“Ruben, where the hell have you been?”

It was a cycle.

Maybe he should have known that this was what it would always be like, that Jason wouldn’t give a shit about him, not unless he stepped a foot outside this hospital, and at that point, Ruben must be insane to do so. He wouldn’t care unless he miraculously found a cure for him. Jason wasn’t concerned about him missing, he was concerned that Ruben wasn’t in the lab.

So he confronted him, tried to anyway. Why would Jason care about Ian’s threats to him, towards his family, as long as he was back at his desk, right? And Ruben was about to burst, about to tell him there’s no hope, it’s pointless, it’s impossible-

He didn’t know what the truth was anymore with Jason. He promised a lot, made sure to tell Ruben time after time just this once. And those were lies. And who’s to say that Jason having a son isn’t a lie, either? Why should Ruben care about Jason’s family, when Jason doesn’t care about Ruben’s family?

But even he said that there was nothing he could possibly say to apologize to Ruben.

He was right.

Turns out Ruben was gullible.

He worked again and again, trying different elements and twisting certain angles. Nothing was working. Ruben was so gullible that he completely forgot that Ian could easily find him, too.

Despite his words, he didn’t seem very happy to see Ruben, having a harsh tone and sharp eyes. It was like jumping back to the beginning, where Ruben was nothing but terrified of the man. He said that he wouldn’t hurt Ruben, but who was he to trust Ian?

A lab rat. That’s what he was, right? That’s all he was meant to do.

“Well maybe you need to be a little better...what’s the word, motivated?”

Ruben felt his stomach twist.

“You know while you were playing hide and seek, I had to go to parties all alone. Oz keeps his promises, always one of the most thrilling party hosts. And you know, there’s always one girl that always peaks my interest at these things.”

Ruben swallowed hard.

“But this time, she seemed a bit...distracted. So, you know me, ever the gentleman, I just wanted to make sure she was okay. So I waited around till the crowd died down, and when I saw her leave, you wouldn’t begin to imagine what I saw.”

Sometimes I feel like I’m being watched. But I guess that’s what I get right? I mean they all know that I’m...different from Oz’s girls. They probably think I’m up to something.

Ruben was sweating.

“You know, I should tell her to invest in some curtains. You never know who might be peeking up from the street to see her bouncing on some dirty, lying chemist’s dick.”

Don’t worry, I don’t need them. Besides, if you ever see a light on, you’ll know I’m home. You can always come up.

Ruben tried, he tried not to give himself away, tried not to blow their cover, but Ian was intimidating. He was threatening and he could see right through Ruben. Everything was over. There was no way this would end good, whether the drug worked or not. There was no escaping this lab, this drug, Jason, Ian-

“So, think about all the good things that will happen if you make the drug, and think about all the bad things that will happen if you don’t.”

“I’m just saying, it’s complicated.”

Ian didn’t understand because Ian wasn’t the one under so much pressure. Ruben really was doing everything he can, even if Jason didn’t deserve it, even if it wasn’t meant for Ian. Whoever would ultimately be affected by the drug, it wasn’t working. There were no signs or chemicals that could treat it properly.

And what could Ruben do about it? In one corner he would have to keep working and working and never stop until he got it right. In the other corner he either got it right or he dies. Who’s to say that he won’t die in either outcome? Who’s to say that he gets to run and live on the beach with his lover? Who’s to say his family would be okay with his disappearance? Who’s to say that any of them win in the end? Nothing good could come out of-

“I think my prescription is ready.”

Ruben couldn’t believe it, one that he actually did it, and two that he actually did it.

He also couldn’t believe that it had worked under the watch of Ian.

But it did, and now the two of them sat there for hours. Just as Ruben felt his eyes drift close, he would hear Ian shuffle behind him, and jolt awake, reminded how much danger he was in. Ruben would rather grow exhausted then be stabbed in the back in his sleep. Though he knew Ian needed him right now, still, it wasn’t a comforting thought. Maybe Ruben would pass out from exhaustion.

“So tell me, what’s she like?” Ian leaned against the desk.

“What?”

“Y/N, what’s she like? She’s a tough one, ain’t she? You know, I’ve been trying to hit that for months, but she stands her ground. She knows what she wants, and somehow, she wants you, Rubes.”

He was not going to do this right now, he was not going to talk about something private and something he found comforting to Ian Price. Ruben was not going to reveal his thoughts on Y/N, not what she’d like in bed, not how he feels about her, even though he’s made it quite obvious. He was not going to listen to Ian taunt him for the next three hours.

“Really, you should be thanking me for putting you two together. I never thought that it would get this far. I mean, I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I tried, and she just wouldn’t budge. It was almost annoying, you know?”

Did Ian hurt you?

They talked about all kinds of things, from how the subway gives them both the creeps, to dream houses, even how they wanted to start over. But they never got to talking about Y/N’s past with Ian.

Ruben would never force her into telling him anything. But he showed her his scars, something he was insecure about, something he was ashamed about. It seemed a little unfair.

“Did you touch her?”

Ian chuckled, “Excuse me?”

Ruben shouldn’t have said anything, he should’ve kept his mouth shut, gave Ian the drug and he would leave him alone and leave. But he needed to know what had happened. He needed to know if Y/N was in as much trouble as he was.

If he wasn’t lost in his own thoughts, then maybe Ruben would’ve heard Ian get up from the chair. He would’ve heard him approaching. But instead Ruben was face down on his desk with Ian’s hand pressed down hard against the back of his neck.

He winced and struggled but Ian only scoffed.

“What kind of person do you think I am, Ruben? Huh? What has that bitch been telling you?”

“Nothing, nothing! She didn’t say anything about you.”

“Don’t lie to me, Ruben. I think you know better.”

He couldn’t breath, he felt overwhelmed. What time was it?

“Y/N’s just jealous, always has been. Of the attention, the action that she doesn’t get. She’s been stuck on the sidelines for forever, and just when I give her a better offer, she thinks she’s better than everyone else. So, don’t you accuse me of something you know nothing about Ruben, or maybe you’ll be put in the same place she was in.”

The hand was suddenly gone. Ruben choked. He was shaking.

“You’re lucky, Ruben. It’s showtime.”

He was confused, but as Ian rolled up his sleeve, Ruben’s fear of him doing something much, much worse disappeared, and realized that it was almost 8:25. But he couldn’t do it, there was no way. There’s too much risk, too many things that could happen, and Ruben felt pain in his neck and knew that this wasn’t going well.

“Think about what’s important to you, Ruben.”

“And you’ll leave me alone? You’ll leave my family alone, Y/N alone?” Ruben swallowed, thoughts already forming in his head. What about Jason?

“Of course, unlike Jason, I’m a man of my word.”

He promised.

As Ruben turned his back, he clenched the needle in his hand, another one going in his pocket. Ian kept his eye on the clock.

“Don’t think about it as taking a life. Think of it as saving two; mine and yours.”

Mine and Y/N’s.

Ruben stared at Ian, wondering how easily this could go wrong, how it wouldn’t work, how he’d be dead in an instant if Ian got his hands on him again.

But he had to try.

Ian shoved him back and growled, “Give me the drug.”

As Ruben punched the needle into his arm, he looked at Ian, waiting for a reaction. Time was frozen and they both just looked at each other.

Ruben saw the exact moment when Ian came to realization.

“You lied to me!” He swung out an arm but Ruben jumped out of the way, reaching for the door. But he wasn’t fast enough as Ian grabbed onto his coat and threw him backwards, his back hitting the cabinet.

Not only was Ian growing weaker but his body was starting to shake, a classic signal that he was starting to shift. Ian kneed Ruben in the gut and as he cried out and toppled over, he felt Ian fall to the floor beside him.

His first instinct was to hold him down, keep him still until he passed out, but Ruben was so shaky, so scared, there was nothing he could do except watch the scene with wide eyes and a rapid beating heart.

Ian called out his name one more time faintly, like he was in the distance. It still easily sounded like a threat.

Ruben didn’t move for what felt like hours, but was most likely a few minutes. He didn’t move until he saw Ian’s breathing even out, eyes closed. He honestly didn’t think he could pull it off that easy, he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

As his fear crept closer, he grabbed his laptop and papers, shoved it in his bag before walking out of the lab, leaving an unconscious Ian behind and in a dire search for Y/N.

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On Koala and Fishman Karate - a One Piece Mermaid AU Story

Not an ask response, but here with another story which was posted last month on Patreon!

I never actually intended on writing this, because this was originally supposed to just be exposition leading up to Marco's Bauble 2, and kinda explaining why Luffy's being tutored in Fishman Karate. But, it ended up being too long and going off on WAY too many unrelated tangents, so I chopped it off and made it its own thing ^ ^;

Mostly introspective, with Koala x Luffy, mention of Sabo x Luffy, and some thoughts on Nami from Koala's perspective as well.

Koala gently nudges Luffy's hand a little higher, and the mermaid makes a tiny whine of frustration as she sways on her tail, trying her best to maintain the posture she's been taught. Luffy glares at her own fist with such adorable determined ferocity that Koala doesn't have the heart to tell her that she doesn't need to try so hard, and that if anything, staying relaxed is the point.

Koala's been trying to teach Luffy Fishman Karate during the few lulls between their adventures. She knows that the disciplined martial art is probably not Luffy's style, but Fishman Karate focusses fishmen and merfolks' innate sensitivity to water. It's honed for combat in this case, but it can be applied to daily life as well, which is why fishman karate is a regular part of grade school curriculum on Fishman Isand. When one lives surrounded entirely by water, ten thousand meters below sea level, it's remarkably beneficial to be in tune with it.

Even if Luffy never fully masters it, Koala's sure she can gain something of value to apply to her regular fighting style, and even if not, it's part of her heritage. It's why Koala had insisted on teaching her, and Sabo had grudgingly agreed (Koala knows the grudging part mostly comes from Sabo still being petty about being terrible at it himself. Which, shouldn't come as a surprise since fishmen arts are difficult for non fishmen and merfolk, but it gives Koala something to rub in his face, which is always wonderful).

It's nice, Koala thinks as she sings praises in Luffy's ear while fixing her posture once again. It's nice because even though Koala'll do any assignment thrown her way, and will do anything to further her primary goal of achieving justice for fishmen and merfolk, being an assistant Fishman Karate instructor is her actual formal position in the Revolutionary Army. It's so easy to forget, with the number of missions she's been on with her acting support for Sabo and others, and the increasing amount of time she spends away from Baltigo and her students. But suddenly, she's given an unexpected opportunity to actually practice and share her passion, and to someone who could really benefit from it too. It would be an utter waste for Luffy to not learn from Koala while they travel together.

(Even if it means Sabo sulks and stews with pathetically transparent jealousy over losing sibling bonding time. He can deal. He'll have plenty of time later.)

And well, Luffy's honestly a joy as a student too. Even if explanations mostly go over her head, she's got amazing physical intuition and picks things up fast. And she's so dedicated, staring at Koala with wide eyes like she holds the secrets to the universe when Koala shows her something new, always blurting out her awe exactly as she feels it and--it's endearing.

Luffy, everything about her, is honestly endearing.

The fishman karate tutoring sessions are honestly the only times Koala can have alone with the mermaid (or as alone as one can be, on the deck of a small vessel like Merry), especially without Mr. Nosy Possessive Big Bro butting in between them. So yes, maybe Koala enjoys spending time with Luffy for reasons other than just getting to do karate together, but she'll confess that to Sabo over her own dead body.

Not that Koala thinks it really matters; Sabo's already giving her the Suspicious Stink Eye (though to be fair, he gives that to everyone other than Ace). And yeah, in hindsight she honestly should have expected his suspicion, given how well her partner knows knows her dating history.

I'm warning you, Koala, Sabo'd grouched when they were alone, dropping his Cool Big Bro act to reveal the Shitty Little Dumpster Brat that Koala knows and grew up with. Don't even think about it with Luffy. Even if she's infinitely cuter than what were their names...Marinara and Cartwheels.

Their names were Marina and Kara. And I don't date every mermaid I meet!

Koala's honestly offended, but decides to let it go; Sabo's overwhelmed by his sudden wave of previously repressed Brotherly Love, and he's still not entirely rational (not that rational's a particularly good word to apply to him at any time). And she doesn't have a thing for fishgals and mermaids, she swears. She just happens to spend a disproportionate amount of time working with them, given her specific focus in the Revolutionary Army. It just makes sense.

Or fine, maybe she has a slight thing for them. And, well, maybe Luffy's her type. Just a little bit. On top of being, well, a super cute pupil. But Koala's not going to do anything, other than enjoy spending time together! Is she not allowed even that?

But, the point is, Sabo's being ridiculous! Koala's been his partner for years! Doesn't he trust Koala enough to know that she'd treasure Luffy, in the very hypothetical situation they ever dated?

(Koala knows the answer to that, knew it the moment she saw Sabo's expression melt as he cupped Luffy's face, and sighs. She never imagined she'd be love rivals against Sabo of all people, but well, shit happens.)

Anyway, Fishman Karate times are Koala's times with Luffy, and if Sabo comes poking his snooty little nose into their sessions, well, Koala's happy to volunteer him as a punching bag. Which he knows, hence why he's not here.

In fact, the deck is mostly empty, the other members of their limited crew occupying themselves elsewhere. Their sole observer is the navigator, sitting by the rail and marking up some maps, seemingly not paying attention.

But Koala knows that Nami's very much attuned to their lesson, her head jerking every time a particularly hard smack lands.

Koala doesn't blame her. She's aware of what Arlong did, had had to swallow bile when she accessed the full report when it came through, days before their fateful meeting with Luffy and the ASL pirates. She knows what Nami must think of fishmen, and to know that her impression came from former Sun Pirates leaves Koala feeling a special kind of numb.

Because that isn't what they're like at all, she wants to say. The Sun Pirates, to Koala, are a gleaming example of why fishmen deserve better, and are victims of human prejudice and ignorance. It's terrible that they mean the opposite to Nami. But given her experiences, Koala knows she has no right to preach at her. If anything, she just feels sad, and bitter, knowing that the cycle of hatred can come back to hurt those so very far away from where it started.

Koala guides Luffy's arms into position again, and despite Luffy struggling to remember everything mentally, the young mermaid's body easily accepts the form. It's an art designed for her kind after all, unlike the marine martial arts that Sabo said their grandfather had beaten into them. Koala's sure Luffy struggled with those, unable to fully copy moves that require certain feet positions, and an assumption of a more human perception of the world. But this, Fishman Karate, was made for her.

Nami twitches again, and Koala makes a note of it. She knows Nami has likely seen the form before; there were several martial artists in Arlong's group.

She knows it's difficult to watch, but admires Nami's stubborn determination in doing so. Koala's sure that part of Nami's reason for watching is to make sure Koala doesn't teach anything unsavory to Luffy, and she respects that wariness, because they haven't known each other long enough for Nami to open up to Koala and her history of friendship with fishmen.

But, and it's only a guess, but Koala thinks Nami also watches to try to learn and accept this part of her captain as well. Koala might not be important, but Luffy is the captain Nami's pledged to follow, for all that Ace is also her captain. And whether she likes it or not, Luffy's a mermaid, which, while not the exact same as fishmen, has plenty of things in common.

Now that she's no longer isolated on an island in East Blue, heading closer to Fishman Island which they'll inevitably have to cross in order to enter the New World, Luffy's learning more about herself. Specifically, the mer part of herself. And she'd be doing that, regardless of whether Koala's there to help her along.

Koala thinks it wise that Nami's forcing herself to learn alongside Luffy, so that there are no surprises, and that one day, she doesn't wake up and realize that her captain shares far too much with her tormentors for her to handle. Koala hopes that Nami's love and acceptance for Luffy will plant a seed of hope that eventually helps her accept other fishmen and merfolk, to see that they're not all Arlong--but Koala can wait.

Thanks so much for reading if you got through this~! <3 As always any comments/thoughts are super appreciated!

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January 29-31, 2021: The Mad Max Franchise

Now that I’ve finished watching all of the Mad Max films, I can confidently say that I am indeed a fan! The journeys of the ex-cop through a post-apocalyptic landscape that just gets increasingly worse and worse. Yeah, I can dig it.

And so, I thought it’d be fitting to talk about all of these movies at once, rather than just talk about them one at a time. And I mean ALL of these movies. After all, I started this month by saying the Fury Road was my favorite action film; might as well end it talking about the movie!

Recap

Mad Max: 78%

Mad Max was a great movie, honestly. It’s also HANDS-DOWN the weakest of the quadrilogy. I think that, since this is Miller’s first film, as well as being the first in this franchise in general, this is Miller carving out this universe on screen for the first time, so it doesn’t feel as fleshed out and as stylistically unique as the succeeding films. So, it’s hard to hold that against this film. Anyway, let’s break it down a little.

Cast and Acting: It’s legitimately nice to see Mel Gibson before he became...well, Mel Gibson, at least from a cinematic standpoint. And yes, Hugh Keays-Byrne is certainly memorable as Toecutter, and is a fitting first villain to the franchise. But, uh...that’s it for standout performances. Yeah, Joanne Samuel is endearing as Jess, and I like Steve Bisley as Goose, of course. But they don’t take the spotlight in my memory as much as our main two players. Which, obviously, is fine, but I like me a good supporting character in there as well. Still, this is getting a good 8/10 from me.

Plot and Writing: Plot’s you’re pretty standard cop story. Cop is awesome, cop wants to quit to spend time with family, cop’s family is killed by the villain, cop destroys villain. Not much outside of that. The biggest thing to praise to story for is the mild universe-building given to us. And even then, there isn’t a whole lot. Not, of course, that there needs to be. Credit goes to George Miller, Byron Kennedy, and James McCausland for this 7/10.

Directing and Action: George Miller’s cutting his teeth on the celluloid for the first time, and it’s awesome...for a first-time director, anyway. As for the action: yes, please. It doesn’t have the same pageant s future entries in this franchise, but it’s certainly great at the same time. Overall, 8/10 here.

Production and Art Design: It’s beginning, even though it’s not there yet. This universe hasn’t become the post-apocalyptic hellscape that it’s going to become, but the beginnings are there. Because of this, leather might be a dominating fashion choice, but...not as much as its gonna be. But, OK, let’s stop comparing this to the rest of the franchise. On its own merits, this film looks good! Doesn’t stand out too harshly from the crowd, but it still looks quite good. So, 8/10 here, too!

Music and Editing: Tony Patterson and, yes, George Miller were the editors for this mad boy, and they sought to make an Australian film with a fast-editing style, and in a way that the film could work without sound, as well as with. They way they incorporated sound and music (by Brian May, but not the one you’re thinking) into the film would actually be incorporated as industry standard practice in general! Wow! So for all that...8/10. It’s good, but this is early in their careers, so it can be a teensy bt choppy at time. And the music’s recognizable, but not particularly memorable after the fact. But still, 8/10.

Mad Max 2 AKA The Road Warrior: 92%

This is where I start to fall in love with the franchise. The Road Warrior is where the franchise really begins for me, and it’s EXTREMELY high up on my favorite action films list for this month. Obviously not the highest, but it’s up there for sure.

Cast and Acting: Gibson’s starting to come into his own and own this character, and I think this film is where he’s at his finest as Max. Definitely the most memorable and noteworthy. Antagonists, both Vernon Wells and Wez, and Kjell Nilsson as Lord Humungus, are fanTAStic, and I love them both. Supporting cast also ain’t no slouch this time! Bruce Spence’s Gyro is a wonderful character, and extremely fun to watch. Even the settlers, like Michael Preston’s noble portrayal of Papagallo, were memorable to me. Great cast all around, and they’re getting a 9/10 from me. Why not a 10? Well, for all of those performances, there’s also Feral Kid and Toadie...so, it’s not perfect

Plot and Writing: Plot’s definitely more interesting this time around! We’ve gone into the deep end of apocalypse, as compared to the first film, and we instead get an enforcer storyline for Max. And, yeah, I love that. This movie would carve out the tone of the rest of the franchise, and there’s a reason for that: it’s great. Terry Hayes, Brian Hannant, and of course, George Miller, you guys get a 9/10 for this one, too!

Directing and Action: Right off the bat 10/10. Action is AMAZING IN THIS MOVIE, and George Miller is doing a great job with directing. Not much to say here, other than the fact that this movie looks fantastic, all the way through.

Production and Art Design: A 9/10. This is where the franchise comes into its own, and it does that with a HELL of a lot of leather and metal studs. And yeah, the villains of this movie have a BDSM vibe about them, but it’s still iconic. Not to mention that the vehicles are now taking their true, metal-modded forms. Again, 9/10.

Music and Editing: Brian May turned it UP this time, and the music here is iconic and great. Editing’s pretty good, too, although I did notice some spotty sound editing areas, like in Mad Max. For this one, 9/10 as well.

Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome: 86%

I honestly wish this was rated higher for me, but there are a few issues that I did have with it. However, I gotta say, this one might be the second-highest in my heart. You know what the number one is. Still, I wanna talk about this one, because it’s what made be fall in love with the universe of this franchise.

Cast and Acting: By the time we get here, Mel Gibson is, well...Mel Gibson. He kind of stops inhabiting the role of Max at this point, and becomes the ‘80s and ‘90s action star that we’re all familiar with. So instead, the focus should be on the villains. Tina Turner! WHOOOOOO, Aunty Entity! Look, I love Lord Humungus, but Tina Turner definitely beats him in terms of character. And I might like Wez, but I love MasterBlaster, and...well, mostly Angelo Rossitto. Paul Larsson’s good too, even though there isn’t much acting in the role. And then, there’s Helen Buday, Tom Jennings, and the rest of the desert kids. And let’s not forget Bruce Spence or Edwin Hodgeman! Yeah, this one earns its 9/10 for some memorable performances. Might not have been Oscar-worthy, but they have a special place in my heart.

Plot and Writing: Intricate plot this time! It does seem like George Miller and Terry Hayes get better and better with each movie. Real talk, the universe-building in this one is INTENSE, and well-done for that matter. And the writing’s good as well. This one gets another 8/10, because it’s not perfect in the writing department, but it’s still damn good!

Directing and Action: Y’know, weirdly, 8/10 on this one. Yeah, the action’s pretty damn light here, as compared to the previous two films. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, I love me some good character development and story. But if I’m judging it for action, it’s a bit less. Still, direction’s fantastic; definitely George Miller’s best effort so far. So, 8/10.

Production and Art Design: No surprise, but it’s a 10/10 here. The style of these films is evolve WAY FURTHER with this one, as we get the sense that the world has gotten worse, just by pure physical comparison. And yet, everything is starting to return to some kind of rudimentary order, with places such as Bartertown. Yeah, this one RULES visually, and I would say it’s arguably the best yet.

Music and Editing: Well, music’s still good, but the tone shift from rock instrumentals is a little jarring. Still, for the score, Maurice Jarre does good. And, yeah, Turner’s power ballad, “We Don’t Need Another Hero”, is more well-remembered than the movie itself by many. Hell, I had NO IDEA that this song came from this movie. But for all of that (and for great editing), an 8/10 is going here.

Mad Max Fury Road: 94%

Need I say anything? Let’s get into this one.

Cast and Acting: Well, Tom Hardy’s Max Rocktansky is fine, and definitely takes off of Gibson’s earlier portrayals, but I can’t really say he’s the absolute star. No, that’s the Atomic Blonde herself, Charlize Theron. Furiosa is FAR more memorable than Max here, and that’s pretty obviously on purpose. And hey, Hugh Keays-Byrne is back for a FAR more memorable villain in Immortan Joe. GOD, I love Joe; he’s great. And again, supporting cast aren’t slouching a BIT. Nicholas Hoult, Rose Huntington-Whiteley, and of course...iOTA. You know, the Doof Warrior. Yeah. The dude who plays the blind flamethrower guitarist on the back of a truck is called the Doof Warrior, and is played by a dude who calls himself iOTA. I LOVE THIS GODDAMN MOVIE. 10/10!

Plot and Writing: OK, I’l freely admit that this is the weakest element of an otherwise amazing movie. Because, yeah, it’s basically one long chase with some background plot. Not bad, but not great at the same time. While it’s certainly engaging, and the writing is overly memorable, I’m still giving this one an 8/10.

Directing and Action: I mean...c’mon. 10/10.

Production and Art Design: I mean...COME ON. 10/10!

Music and Editing: MUUUUUUSIC. Junkie XL is the composer this time, and he’s put to excellent usage. Yeah, this is the most memorable music in the franchise, bar none. And the editing is also great, as per usual. While it’s not on my playlist (yet), it deserves to be, just for pump-up music. Although, if I listen to that while driving...eh, maybe not. 9/10!

And the winner is Mad Max Fury Road, at a...94%.

Wait...94%? OH. OH NO.

That means...it’s been dethroned? I, uh...I’m gonna have to figure that out. End-of-month summary?

End-of-month summary. See you later today, people.

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love sick (m.)

Chapter 5

pairing: nct dream ‘00 line + reader

chapter warnings: angst, smut, oral (female receiving)

words: 3.2k

summary:

Neither boy notices you, too caught up in their fight to notice that they have company. And you really shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but you can’t help yourself. Curiosity killed the cat, you suppose

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The only time you see the sun is when you’re in the greenhouse, the boarded up windows in the main house only allowing for artificial light. You sigh and tilt your chin up, loving the feeling of the rays on your skin.

While you’re sunbathing, Renjun is hard at work. You honestly have no idea what he’s doing, but you’re content to watch, enjoying his company. The greenhouse is yours, yes, but it was your father and brother who actually spent time in here, not you.

“How did you learn all of this? Didn’t you live in the city?” You ask, head tilted to the side as you watch Renjun tend to the plants. He glances up at you as he pats the dirt down in some places, pulling up crops in others. “My uncle had a farm, and my mom loved flowers. I grew up around all of this.” He stands finally, making his way over to where you sit on one of the tables. You hand him a towel and he wipes his hands off, scraping the dirt out from under his nails. He frowns. “I think this towel is dirtier than my hands were.”

You giggle as he makes his way over to the sink in the corner, shaking his hands to dry them on the way back. He opts for wiping his hands off on your shirt, feigning surprise when you squeal and hit him.

“What? The towel’s dirty!” He laughs, holding his arms up for protection.

“Yeah, and now I’m wet.” You pout, glaring at him.

He smirks. “I got you wet, baby?” It’s a terrible line but the way he looks at you has your mouth running dry. The mood in the room shifts instantly and you swallow thickly as he steps closer. His hands rub up and down your bare thighs and you shiver, letting your legs open so that he can step in between them.

There’s an incredibly long pause as Renjun’s gaze moves from your lips to your eyes, the tension in the room so thick you swear you can feel it. You lift one hand to cup his jaw and that seems to be enough for him to bridge the gap between you. His lips press to yours in a gentle kiss before he goes to pull away. You don’t let him, pulling him back to you.

He smiles at that, tilting his head to get a better angle, deepening the kiss. You sigh into it, loving the feeling of his soft lips against yours, the feeling of his palms on your thigh.

His tongue traces against the seam of your lips and you gasp, the action allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Renjun kisses with slow precision, each movement thoughtful and so good. You suck on his tongue and he groans, pulling away to kiss down your jaw.

“Renjun,” You whine, simultaneously trying to pull him closer and push him away. He just hums, trailing open mouthed kisses down your throat. “Renjun, we can’t.” He doesn’t stop, just glances up at you with curious eyes. “And why’s that?” Your leg is lifted around his waist and he sighs as he’s able to step closer. “Come on baby, it’s been a rough couple weeks. Don’t you think you deserve some fun?” It’s hard to argue when every roll of his hips has his hard cock pressing up against your core, your clit throbbing with the need for stimulation. You don’t respond to him verbally, instead letting your head fall back to grant him easier access to your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, the little groans he lets out as he grinds against you music to your ears. Being so close to him and yet so separated is frustrating you beyond belief.

“Want to feel you,” You gasp out, sliding your hands up the back of his shirt. “Please, I need you to touch me.” Renjun grins against your neck as he fumbles with your shorts, finally getting them off and letting them slide down to your ankle. You moan and kick them off, moving Renjun’s mouth away from your neck to your lips. He sighs into the kiss, one hand cupping your jaw while the other slides under your shirt, kneading at your breast. He grinds into you again and it feels so much better without the barrier of your shorts, but it’s still not enough. You buck your hips up and he moans, nipping at your bottom lip. “Needy.” He teases, lowering himself down to his knees. Open mouthed kisses are pressed to your thigh, moving higher and higher until he’s right where you need him. His eyes lock with yours as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your pussy over the fabric of your underwear and arousal shoots through you. You whimper softly. He smirks at your reaction and lowers his gaze, ghosting his fingers over your core. “You weren’t lying when you said I got you wet. You’ve ruined your panties, baby.”

“Take them off then.” You challenge, lust and desperation running through your veins and making you shameless. Renjun seems to like that, giving you another kiss through the fabric before peeling them off of your body.

He moans as he spreads your folds with his fingers, immediately diving in with quick flicks of his tongue. It has your toes curling, fire spreading through your veins as you fist one hand in his hair. Your voice breaks as you sob his name, trying your best to keep your volume down.

It’s hard to stay quiet when he’s got two fingers buried knuckle deep in your pussy, stroking along your inner walls to find every sensitive part of you. You squirm on the table, shoving your fingers in your mouth to muffle your sounds. Renjun watches with dark eyes as you suck on them, quiet moans slipping through your makeshift gag.

You nearly suffocate Renjun when you come with how tightly your thighs squeeze around his head, holding him in place as your hips buck up against his face. He takes it without complaint, kneading at your thighs with one hand, his other hand occupied. And when he pulls away, with his hair sticking up in every direction, the lower half of his face shining with your arousal, you can’t stop yourself from yanking him up for a desperate kiss.

Renjun grinds against your thigh as you suck on his bottom lip, letting go of your hips to fumble with his pants. His forehead drops to your shoulder as he pulls his cock out, hand jerking up and down the length desperately. “Shit, y/n. You’re so fucking hot.” You glow from the praise, more than content to watch as you stroke up and down his back, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “Fuck, ‘m gonna come. Let me come on you?” Renjun looks so absolutely fucked out and you don’t think you could say no to anything he asked you right now. You nod shyly and he wastes no time pushing you back, hiking your shirt up to your chest. He comes almost immediately after, painting your lower abdomen white. Renjun moans at the sight, panting heavily.

The reality of what you just did hits you and the air suddenly turns awkward. Renjun wipes your stomach off with a tissue he had stuffed in his pocket, smiling softly, and helps you to pull your shorts back on. You bite your lip, still sitting on the table, unsure what to do now.

“Will we- it’s not going to be awkward now, right?” You finally manage to ask, shyly looking at Renjun.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Only if we make it. And I really don’t want to make it awkward.” You let out a sigh of relief. “Okay, me neither. Nothing’s changed?” Renjun shakes his head. “Nothing’s changed.” “Thank God.” You giggle lightly. “Alright, I’m in desperate need of a shower. Do you want anymore help out here?” “No, go ahead and shower.” Renjun lets you go with one last press of his lips to yours, patting your thigh softly before stepping back to let you hop off the table.

You hesitate, turning back to peck him again before turning to leave. “Okay. Make sure you come in before sunset, though. You’re on your own in the dark.” “No promises.” Renjun calls out, and you pout at him from over your shoulder. He just laughs.

There’s a skip in your step as you make your way back to the house, the giddy feeling making you grin like an idiot. You can still feel his lips on yours, the way they felt against your neck, your thighs. A happy sigh leaves you and you bring your hand up to your still tingling lips.

Renjun had done a good job of quenching your thirst for one thing, but you’re now in desperate need of water and you make your way to the kitchen. Jeno and Jaemin are in there, and you open your mouth to greet them before stopping yourself. What you had initially thought was a playful argument sounds much more serious.

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it.” Jaemin says, posture stiff, jaw clenched. “Stop twisting my words to make yourself look like the victim.” Jeno scoffs. “Right, because you could never be in the wrong. Not Na Jaemin, the perfect angel who makes the Earth turn. Stop acting like God’s gift to the world and take responsibility for once in your life.” Neither boy sees you, too caught up in their fight to notice that they have company. And you really shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but you can’t help yourself. Curiosity killed the cat, you suppose.

“God’s gift- you know what, I wanted to have a civil conversation because I didn’t want to start fighting with you over a girl, but it seems like you’ve got some deeper issues with me.” Jaemin shakes his head, laughing humorlessly.

A girl? A sick feeling rises in your stomach as you realize that they’re probably talking about you. You flinch and jerk back when Jeno slams his hands down on the table, voice raising even louder.

“Oh, and there you fucking go, taking the oh so righteous path. You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you? The perfect gentleman that every mother wants their daughter to date. They can’t possibly understand why he’s friends with that fuck up Jeno.” He’s gripping onto the table now, the muscles in his arms bulging as he works himself up. Jaemin stares at his best friend with a slack jaw. Jeno takes a couple of deep breaths and closes his eyes, visibly trying to calm down. “Why did you even ask me about y/n? So that you can sleep easier at night thinking that you took the high road? She’s going to choose you, Jaemin, and then what are you going to do? Don’t tell me you’re planning on sticking to this idea that neither of us can have her.”

Jaemin’s eyes are shining with tears as he gapes at Jeno. “No, I- I talked to you because I didn’t want to lose my best friend over some girl.” His mouth closes as he swallows thickly, looking the other guy up and down before shoving past him. The last sentence is significantly quieter than the rest of the argument. “Seems like you had other thoughts.”

He storms out the other door, thank God, because you don’t know what you would do if he turned and saw you eavesdropping. Jeno doesn’t turn to watch him go, instead staring intensely at the kitchen counter with a clenched jaw. His chest is heaving and he squeezes his eyes shut, running his hands through his hair once Jaemin is gone. “Fuck!” The volume of the curse startles you and you jump as he turns, driving his fist into the wall. He looks like he’s about to throw another punch, his entire body tensed, but then he drops his forehead to rest against the wall.

“Fuck.” It’s much softer than his first curse, sounding painfully regretful. His shoulders start shaking and you realize that he’s crying as a soft sob leaves him. Tears prick the back of your eyes and bile rises up in your throat. Your feet are rooted to the ground but you force yourself to move, numbly making your way up the stairs to your bathroom. It’s your fault.

The click of the door shutting behind you sounds hollow to your ears. Their words still ring in your ears, the knowledge that the argument was about you sitting like a stone in your stomach. It’s your fault.

You almost don’t recognize yourself in the mirror, staring at yourself for way too long. Is this really the face of a girl who’s causing best friends to war with each other? It’s not like this is the last argument Jaemin and Jeno are going to have, and it’s not like none of the other guys are going to argue, either. You hooked up with Renjun not even an hour ago, for fuck’s sake. Is he going to fight with the others as well?

Probably. And it’s going to be your fault. You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself not to hyperventilate, trying to focus on your breathing. It doesn’t work. It’s your fault.

Who do you like? Do you even like any of them? God, why are you acting like this? It’s so out of character for you, to hop from guy to guy. Is it even hopping from guy to guy if you’re leading them on at the same time? It’s not like you’ve done anything sexual with any of them besides Renjun, but that hardly matters. You’re way too domestic with Jaemin, way too cuddly with Donghyuck. You literally sleep with Jeno.

You try to figure out the one person you would choose out of all four, but you can’t. God, why are you acting like this?

It’s hurting your head to reflect on yourself for this long, but the argument from earlier is weighing you down so heavily that you’re desperate to find an answer. Your life has changed completely in only a few weeks, it would make sense that you’ve changed too, right? You did just lose your entire family, not to mention all of your friends.

Is it possible that you’re trying to fill the void left by losing your entire life? The thought makes you sick and you instantly try to erase it from your mind, but it’s impossible at this point. It makes sense. All the domesticity, all the lingering touches and looks that say so much more than words can. You’re using them as a coping mechanism. The realization runs through you like ice. You’re using them. You feel sick.

“Y/N, are you in there? Can you hurry up?” The knock at the door startles you. Donghyuck sounds annoyed, and another wave of nausea leaves you as you think of all the people you’ve pissed off. It’s your fault.

“Seriously, y/n. I’m going to pee on your bed if you don’t come out.” You still don’t respond, unable to find your voice. A weak noise leaves you when you try to tell him to fuck off, and you hunch over the sink again as fresh sobs rip through you. “I’m coming in.” You want to tell him not to, you want to throw yourself against the door and hold it shut, but you can’t force yourself to move. The door creaks as it opens and you squeeze your eyes shut, holding onto the counter for dear life.

“Christ y/n, how much longer was I going to have to- oh.” Your eyes stay shut and you can’t see him, but you can hear the escalating panic in his voice. “Oh, shit. Okay, uh, fuck. Are you okay?” It’s almost funny how panicked Donghyuck looks. You turn to face him and open your mouth to speak, but you don’t even know what to say. You can’t say yes, because you’re clearly not okay, but you’re just going to start crying harder if you say no.

Donghyuck seems to realize this, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck, no, you’re not okay. That was stupid sorry.” He pulls you into a hug. “Don’t cry, think of how much water you’ll be wasting.” You want to laugh but you can’t even manage that, can only shove your face deeper into his chest. He strokes your back.

“Come on, bathrooms are no place for breakdowns.” He manages to pull you along with some difficulty, half-carrying, half-dragging you to your room. You let him hug you to his chest and the situation reminds you so much of a few weeks ago, when Jeno had done the same thing that Donghyuck’s doing right now. It makes you cry harder.

You must sound insane as you sob out “it’s my fault, it’s my fault” on repeat. Donghyuck tries to ask what exactly you’re talking about, but you’re not in the headspace to make sense. He gives up, settling instead on rubbing your back, whispering “it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

It takes an embarrassingly long time for you to stop crying. You’re pretty sure that you only stop because your body has run out of water and is unable to produce more tears. You really wish you grabbed that glass of water earlier.

Donghyuck watches with raised eyebrows as you detach yourself from him, clearing your throat a couple of times to get your voice to work again.

“I thought you had to pee.” You sniff, trying to lighten the mood but only managing to twitch your lips up a little. There are dried tears on your cheeks but luckily no more fresh ones appear. Your eyes are definitely swollen and you desperately need to blow your nose, but you’re drained.

Donghyuck laughs. “I do. Are you okay to be left alone for a minute?” You nod. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” You mumble, letting yourself sink into the mattress. It’s so comfortable that you’re sure you’ll be asleep in seconds.

You’re right on the verge of sleep when you hear your door creak open, the mattress dipping as Hyuck joins you. A content sigh leaves you as he snuggles closer to you.

“Are you awake?” Lips brush against the nape of your neck and your eyes shoot open as you realize it’s not Donghyuck. It’s Jeno. Your body stiffens and you pray that he doesn’t notice as you feign sleep, hoping that the darkness covers how you are clearly awake.

It works, and Jeno wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close, his breath ghosting against you in soft puffs. Snores fill the room as he passes out, holding you just a little tighter to his chest than normal.

You don’t sleep that night.

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15 Best PlayStation One RPGs Ever Made

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In our look at the best Super Nintendo RPGs ever, we mentioned that the SNES is arguably the greatest RPG console in video game history. Well, if there is a console that makes that discussion an argument, it would have to be the PlayStation One.

With a lot of help from Square, Sony quickly established the PlayStation as not just the home of incredible RPG experiences but as a console that was capable of effectively convincing people who previously had no real interest in RPGs that they absolutely needed to devote 50+ hours of their life to the next gaming epic. That sudden rise in genre popularity inspired some of the industry’s greatest RPG developers to try to outdo each other creatively and commercially.

The result was a classic collection of role-playing experiences that still rank comfortably among the absolute best ever made. With due respect to the 20+ other games that deserve to be on this list, these are the 15 best PS1 RPGs ever made.

15. The Legend of Dragoon

The Legend of Dragoon’s legacy has only grown since the game’s late 1999 release, and it’s not hard to see why. While this game was initially criticized for not living up to the standards of some of the other PS1 RPGs we’ll soon be talking about, time has been kind to the various things this game does so very well.

The Legend of Dragoon makes up for its slow story with an incredible combat system that emphasizes an almost QTE-like mechanic that helps ensure you’re rarely simply watching a battle play out. This RPG’s character transformation mechanic is also one of those brilliant gameplay concepts that should have been copied many times since this game’s release. There’s also always been something special about the fact that Legend of Dragoon‘s ambitious CGI cutscenes ensured this epic spanned four PS1 discs.

14. Wild Arms

Wild Arms is another one of those PS1 RPGs that were initially overshadowed by some of the all-time classic games it had to compete against, but the thing that stood out about this title at the time is the thing that still makes Wild Arms special to this day: its style.

Wild Arms‘ blend of sci-fi, fantasy, and western design concepts shouldn’t work nearly as well as it does here. Developer Media.Vision deserves a lot of credit for ensuring this game’s ambitious world always felt cohesive and for finding some truly clever ways to subvert genre expectations through this title’s approach to exploration, combat, and puzzles.

13. Breath of Fire III

The Breath Of Fire III vs. Breath of Fire IV debate will likely not be settled here, but the third entry in this series ultimately gets my nod due to the ways it so clearly raised the bar for this franchise and its genre competition.

Breath of the Fire III’s 3D visuals and voice acting helped sell this game’s engaging story, while the game’s combat and wonderful cast of characters ensured you were constantly engaged and ready to see where this absolute gem was going to take you next.

12. Front Mission 3

Front Mission 3 rewards players willing to put the time into its fairly complex mechanics and deep storyline with one of the best tactical RPGs of the era and one of the best mech games ever made.

This game is rightfully remembered for its customization options and often punishing tactical gameplay but I don’t know if it gets enough love for its faction-driven narrative and the ways its visuals convey epic mech battles without relying on more traditional action gameplay.

11. Castlevania: Symphony of the Night

The only reason this all-time great game isn’t higher on the particular list is that there are just other PS1 RPGs that better represent the genre and the kind of epic experiences we think of when we think of one of the best RPG platforms ever.

Having said that, the way that Symphony of the Night incorporated RPG elements not only changed the franchise forever but eventually helped inspire developers everywhere to enhance their own action titles by utilizing role-playing mechanics. This is still one of the best blends of role-playing and action/adventure ever made.

10. Valkyrie Profile

Long before God of War took us on a journey through Norse mythology, Valkyrie Profile caught many PS1 gamers by surprise with its unique blend of Japanese design and a Norse narrative that tasks you with assembling the perfect party of heroes to assist you through Ragnarok.

Valkyrie Profile‘s true calling card, though, is its turn-based combat system that essentially assigns a button to each character in your party. Getting the most out of your party of heroes requires you to successfully assign each character the right actions at the right time in order to unleash powerful combo attacks. It’s complex, original, and a whole lot of fun.

9. Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete

Lunar: Silver Star Story Complete may have started off as a Sega Saturn title, but it’s hard not to ultimately remember this as a PS1 game due to the many ways that Sony’s first console allowed Lunar’s developers to share their full vision for this classic.

It’s true that Lunar is an “old-school” JRPG in a lot of ways that might turn some people off, but when level grinding, party management, and methodical turn-based gameplay are done this well, it’s hard not to see this as one of the ultimate genre comfort zones.

8. Star Ocean: The Second Story

It’s hard to talk about Star Ocean without eventually getting around to the fact that it has almost 90 possible endings, so let’s not bury the lede. What’s even more impressive than the game’s number of possible endings, though, is the fact that many of those endings are clever, logical, and, in their own ways, complete.

Really, though, this game’s incredible number of possible conclusions just highlights the various ways this sci-fi/fantasy title makes you feel like every action you do truly matters and that anything can happen. I also have to pay respect to this game’s brilliant “private action” system: a unique mechanic that allows your party members to have their own adventures that ultimately contributes to some of the best sidequests in RPG history.

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7. Xenogears

Xenogears features a fascinating blend of styles and mechanics that is quite appropriate considering the details of this game’s complicated development history (it started off as a pitch for Final Fantasy VII before briefly being designed as a Chrono Trigger sequel). Admittedly, there are times when you can tell this game is trying to find its creative voice and gameplay footing.

Yet, all the concepts this RPG touches upon ultimately come together to form something wonderful and memorable. It features one of the best ATB combat systems ever, a complex and creative story, a lot of heart, great visuals, and a truly incredible soundtrack. Sure, the game struggles a bit in the second half, but it’s easy enough to overlook those shortcomings as the byproduct of ambition.

6. Final Fantasy VII

Final Fantasy VII should be a victim of its own success. After all these years, all the praise, and all of the discussions, you would think we’d be at the point where the dreaded term “overrated” might linger just above this game’s legacy.

That’s not the case, though. Maybe Final Fantasy VII was eventually surpassed, but it’s truly tragic to imagine what RPG gaming in the ‘90s and early 2000s would have been like if it wasn’t for this game. It alerted millions to the fact they loved video game RPGs, and it did it without sacrificing depth, quality, heart, or ambition.

5. Final Fantasy Tactics

Considered by many at the time to be the best tactical RPG ever made, it has to be said that the most impressive thing about Final Fantasy Tactics is the fact that it’s still difficult to argue against this game’s claim to that title nearly 24 years after its release.

Final Fantasy Tactics‘ surprisingly accessible (yet still deep and rewarding) gameplay perfectly complements its colorful visuals, engaging character, and surprising story. I don’t know if it’s the best tactical RPG ever made, but it may always be seen as the standard in the eyes of many.

4. Vagrant Story

It feels like people have been waiting for Vagrant Story to get the love it deserves ever since the game was released in 2000. While Vagrant Story absolutely has a cult following, it seems pretty clear at this point that it’s just never going to reach that level. It’s too difficult, too different, and it will probably never get the remaster it deserves.

However, those who have played Vagrant Story know it was Square’s most mechanically ambitious and unique PlayStation RPG. From its stunning visuals to its deep combat and mature narrative, Vagrant Story has honestly aged better than all but a few of the games of this era. A game this different and innovative shouldn’t feel as complete and confident as it does.

3. Chrono Cross

From the moment Chrono Cross was released, it feels like the first line about this game has been that it disappointed those who were expecting a direct follow-up to Chrono Trigger. Even when we learned that the Chrono Cross team never really saw this as a Chrono Trigger sequel, Chrono Cross still lived in the shadow of its all-time great predecessor.

Maybe there are ways that Chrono Cross would have been better off sticking closer to that SNES classic, but even at the time of its somewhat controversial release, many praised Chrono Cross for its innovative combat, weird and wonderful story, large cast of characters, music, visuals, and commitment to defying expectations at every turn. This shouldn’t be your first PS1 RPG, but it might be the one you end up remembering most fondly.

2. Final Fantasy IX

Final Fantasy IX was essentially Square’s PS1 swan song. While the title’s return to the medieval fantasy style of classic FF games highlights the studio’s jovial mood at the time, the fact is that many people wondered if Square could recover from the controversial Final Fantasy VIII and produce an RPG that effectively ended their unbelievable run of hits in style.

The fact they managed to do just that is an accomplishment that should never be overlooked. To this day, I struggle to think of even a handful of RPGs that challenge Final Fantasy IX’s charm, humor, and cast of characters while still providing a role-playing adventure that will feel rewarding to veterans and newcomers alike. This is an across-the-board triumph that delights and impresses in equal measure.

1. Suikoden II

Suikoden II was pretty much “doomed to fail” from the start. It was released in the wake of Final Fantasy VIII’s massive debut, wasn’t widely distributed, and featured “retro” graphics that initially turned quite a few people off at the time of cinematic PS1 visuals. It didn’t help that its predecessor was a very good, but not great, RPG that also failed to find a wide audience.

Yet, Suikoden II is quite simply one of the best games ever made regardless of genre. I would love to tell you about its nuanced and deep politically-driven narrative, varied combat system, minigames, world-building elements, and score, but how long can you really talk about Suikoden II without getting around to its cast of over 100 recruitable characters and the ways Konami managed to make each and every one of them (as well as their interactions with each other) among the best of their era?

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I wouldn’t call this a perfect game, but at the same time, I’m struggling to think of a single thing I’d change about it.

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i think the moment that jc led the wens away from wwx and never telling wwx about it (when he could have used that as a way to get wwx with his feelings of ALWAYS needing to protect jc because of what the jiangs said before he died) is suppose to indicate that in some ways that jc is not too far gone to reconcile with wwx, but he needs to be the one making the active changes and showing that he's capable of it if he allowed himself to actually grow as a person 1/?

Note, I actually consider JC as my favorite MDZS character, but spending a few days going through your blog has actually helped me articulate in words some of the things that do frustrate me about the larger fandom, where they take a fascinating and complex character and whittle him down to someone that he isn't. I won't say that I agree with everything in the grapehate tag, but some I actually do and some that was made me sit down and actually think about his character through a new lens 2/?

And unlike many people in the JC fandom, I actually like his ending. MDZS is a romance novel about Wangxian and JC is at most the fourth most important character in the book, if not even fifth. (JL is def 3, JGY is a strong argument for 4.) Him getting an ending where he's literally starting to let go of the anger that he's been feeling for (lbr) over 13 years and remembering one truly heroic and selfless moment that he did for WWX, the one time he truly lived up to the Jiang family motto (3/?)

Shit, I don't remember what exactly was in part four. 😅 I think it was likely my rant about how it's how unfair that JC fandom treats WN like shit for revealing the truth about the GC when they say that JC had a right to know in the same breath, and that WN didn't have a right to be absolutely /furious/ at JC for everything he done with his family when it's perfectly fine for JC to be mad at all Wens for what happened to his own.

JC's the major character in the novel who can truly make a big and vital change in his life without dying or going through unspeakable trauma (God, how JC fandom treats WN pisses me off. . . . if the roles were reversed we would be cheering WN on, and honestly, while I do think the core was a dubious thing, WWX did it for the best of reasons and if you're so pissed that they did this without his knowledge, aren't you glad he knows now?). He can actually be happy! 5/6

Anyway, that's just what I think the JC sacrificing himself is suppose to mean, and especially that he doesn't or never told WWX means at heart. Sorry for the kind of rant/kind of apologism in your inbox, but yeah. . . . And thank you for the free JC meta! XD It's actually really helped reset my brain about why I like him and what I /don't/ like about the fandom

Hey, glad to be of assistance! As for your points, it’s certainly possible that JC leading the Wens off is intended to be at least in part a sign that things aren’t entirely hopeless for him. Even if it was in part a selfish act, it proves he is (or was at that point) capable of doing something for WWX’s sake. That’s an important thing to have, because it allows there to be some hope that maybe things will get better for them someday (although likely not any time soon; these things don’t happen quickly). That might actually be why MXTX chose to reveal it when she did; things are bad now, and their relationship will certainly never be the way it was before (and honestly that’s a good thing), but that doesn’t mean they’ll be enemies forever. If JC is willing to put in the effort and take risks the way he did that day... who knows what’ll happen? Personally I think some relationships can’t and shouldn’t be recovered, but if you think things could work out between them... hey, maybe it could.

Re his ending... honestly, I think anything happier for him would’ve felt too... I don’t know, unearned? I guess? Wangxian had to fight tooth and nail for their happy ending. WWX had to die for thirteen years and LWJ had to spend that same period remembering his lost love in a world that celebrated WWX’s death. Pretty much everyone else ends up with a miserable or at best bittersweet ending, largely through no fault of their own. JC just... getting a happy ending without trying wouldn’t have felt right, and I think I’d probably have the same reaction even if I did like JC; MDZS isn’t the sort of novel where characters get handed happy endings. He spends the entire present day arc being a dick to everyone, it wouldn’t feel deserved if he just... got what he wanted just like that at the end. It would feel incredibly forced and like MXTX was playing favourites.

And WN! My precious baby fierce corpse WN! He gets so much shit from parts of the fandom, it’s infuriating. But you know, the thing that gets me the most is that... if WN followed JC’s metric for Acceptable Vengeance For The Deaths Of Family, he’d be within his rights to wipe out every living member of JC’s extended family, maybe even to burn Lotus Pier to the ground. And he’d be able to do it, too! But WN would never, because he’s just too good. WN has every reason to despise JC, to want him dead, but he only steps in when JC is threatening WWX, who WN loves so much that he’d give his life for him (...so to speak) in a heartbeat. And even then he doesn’t physically attack him, just... tells him the truth. WN is a good boy who doesn’t deserve the slander he gets from parts of the fandom. And yeah, you’d think that if JC not knowing about the transfer was such a horrible thing WN should be praised for telling him!

(Last point: I’d argue Sizhui is higher up the Important Character Chain than JC, both in his role as Wangxian’s sort of son and as a symbol of hope; his existence is almost the narrative’s way of saying that even with everything that went wrong WWX’s attempt to protect the Wens wasn’t for nothing, and that means something important. Things went wrong, a lot of people died, but even if for only one person WWX succeeded in making the world a little better. Something something even in tragedy there’s still hope something something.)

#mdzs #cql #a bit of grapehate #wen ning #lan sizhui #dis-core-se adjacent #salazarastark #asks

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💕HAPPY FANFIC WRITER APPRECIATION DAY TO ALL YOU AMAZING PEOPLE💕

Sometimes I daydream about writing a fic. Even get as far as opening up a Word document and trying to start. I don’t ever get much further though. Reality soon hits that I don’t have the talent to turn my jumbled thoughts into something that people would want to read. To take the skeleton of an idea and flesh it into something beautiful requires something special. Being able to write- to tell stories that hook people in and make them feel- is an art form....

It takes a lot of courage to put your work out there for others to read- to show a little bit of your soul, to allow people the room to criticise as well as praise. Courage that I will never have. But I have so much respect and love for people who do share what they write for all of us to enjoy.

I’ve read fanfic for a few fandoms in my time, and the Ballum fandom has some truly gifted writers. Something for everyone. I haven’t had a lot of time to read fic over the past few months. Lockdown life has been more hectic than ever- time off has been rare. A big THANK YOU to everyone who has kept writing during this very weird time for the world. You are all a big part of the reason this fandom is still going strong. It can’t have been easy between whatever you may have been going through personally these past few months, and the lack of engagement from fandom. If I could buy you all a drink (socially distanced of course) I would.

THANK YOU ALL FOR PAINTING THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PICTURES. Full of light and shade, colour and depth. One thing you all seem to have in common is the fact that you question the talent that you have- some of you are so unsure of what you can do, so doubtful of how you make people feel. I wish I could wipe that away. It makes me admire you even more that although you are uncertain- you still share your artistry with us all.

The list below is by no means exhaustive- I’m sure I will miss people, and for that I am sorry. Just know that if you have ever written a fic, one that you’ve posted out there for the world to see, or one that sits on your hard drive that’s only for you - I am in awe.

These are just some of the people (and a fave fic of theirs) who have posted fic over the last year that have managed to make me laugh, cry, angry (well, frustrated) given me goosebumps, made me warm and fuzzy, made me grin from ear to ear, lingered with me for days after reading and everything in between. I know something that is so important to you all is characterisation- and ALL of you manage to get Ben and Callum spot on. You just get them- you care about them as characters and it shows.... imma shut up now and do the list-

(this is in no particular order by the way- just as I think of them) I love you all 💕💕

@calthighway the way Gemma can put Ben and Callum into any situation and still make them so them? Amazing. Strictly dancer and celeb partner? Goalkeeper and star striker of a football team? Assassin and their target? All written by Gemma, and all believable, and all beautiful. Hard to choose a favourite- but the Guardian Angel fic just hits me every time- squeezes at my heart so....

my wish, for you, is that this life becomes all you want it to. your dreams stay big, your worries stay small

@dingletragedy Soph writes words that are so beautiful they can make you ache. A way of describing the most simple thing in such a lovely way, that you never look at it the same again. Just pure poetry. Again- hard to choose a favourite (lbr- it will be for all of you) but who doesn’t love a bit of ex-sex?

since that night the moon has never seemed the same

@callumsmitchells Lucy writes fic so soft- it’s like being wrapped in a big fluffy cardigan, sipping a hot chocolate by the fire when you read one of Lucy’s fic. Goosebumpy and gorgeous- every one. Favourite? Kisses- lots of kisses.

hold me close and i’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been

@halfwayinit Katie has this ability to make you feel like you are bouncing along on clouds of fluff, and then suddenly the angst comes and the rain starts falling- but it’s so beautiful you don’t care. And she also always brings you a metaphorical brolly and makes it all better. Do you like pining? Pining with a happy ending?

one look at you and i can’t deny (i’ve got hungry eyes)

@thefancyspin God- Lisa. Lisa writes things so seated in reality that it never fails to amaze me. Her fics just feel so real? I’m not explaining it very well, but yeah... always written beautifully, always engaging. Who wants some jealous Ben, jealous in a way that you know would happen in real life?

make fools of us all

@juguitos Star. Star is just so good at writing the feeling behind the (very hot) sex these boys are having. She captures the hidden meaning and feelings behind the physical relationship so, so well. I don’t like affair fic OK (I’m a big baby-I know) but Star has written this so well, it’s one of the exceptions to my rule...

love bite

@yasisworld Yasi just writes beautifully. Everything just makes you feel and that is a wonderful gift to have. Who knew that Ben as a soldier would work? Yasi did. I remember reading this fic and just... when you read it you question why you’d never considered Ben as a soldier before....

old wounds

@oceandawning What can you say about Ni that so many people haven’t said already. She’s practically had the whole fandom hanging off her every word with 3AM Rush. Writes in a way that makes you feel everything so viscerally. And I haven’t even read Rush yet (I know, I know....). Ben wearing Callum’s hoodie however...

a piece of you

@stillamess22 Amelie just writes the sweetest fic. They never fail to make me smile. They pull at your heartstrings, but they always manage to wrap you in fluff by the end. Cheating a little maybe as it’s based off a prompt from me but Callum discovering Ben’s texts post kidnap- beautiful...

Your Words,They Keep Me Fighting

@softlofty Lisa wrote a fic that I still don’t understand where the idea came from,let alone how she made it work so beautifully? Ben as a newsreader, Callum as a weather reporter. It just works, and it is honestly gorgeous.

chasing rainbows

@sunsetsover Lauren- the epitome of quality not quantity. Her fics are always worth the wait. There is something so, so real about them, and I vividly remember being awake until 2am reading this one. The relationship they have with each other? The relationship they have with others? The teasing in the pub with Mick/Linda/Tina- I remember laughing out loud....

Small Love

@icantdowithoutyou Kit out here writing episode codas that capture Ben and Callum’s relationship so well. Not only capturing their sexual relationship in all it’s hotness (god- I’m sorry I’m so cringe), but also showing their feelings for each other developing so beautifully.

i was just trying to survive the night

Sorry- this is a cop out now but if I don’t shut up fanfic writer day will have been and gone- but other writers I have on my reading list that I have heard nothing but wonderful things about, or writers whose fic I am part way through-

@maxsbowden @panesars @minimitchell @leblonde @racheliswritingfic @ballumschmallum @totallyradioactive15 @always-just-jade (I still need to read the rest of Love In Isolation and companion fic) @moodyblueangel (Canning Town is going to stay with me for a while and I have only read 2 chapters so far) @laurenkmyers @yougaythen @artsy-highway

Shoutout to @ballym also for her amazing social media AU, and for @minyardjay for your headcanons.

Witch of Agnesi, WatMcGregor and writingwords who I don’t think are here.

ALSO- I WILL GET TO ALL YOUR BIG BANG FICS- I PROMISE. THEY ARE ALL ON MY TO READ LIST. It grows longer by the day- but each and every one of you have fic on my ‘to read’ list. So many fic- I have been so, so rubbish lately- I apologise. I also apologise for being so crap at commenting- I will get better. I will because it is the least you all deserve.

#i’m so sorry this is so late #late to the party as usual #i am sorry i am so crap #fanfic writer appreciation day #ballum #this does not in any way feel enough to show how much i appreciate you and all your hard work #but it's all i've got #loves ya #sorry this is so long and ridiculous

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replying to anon messages

In this post I shall reply to the messages that have been sitting in my inbox for a regrettably long period of time. (It is loooooong. Please click “keep reading” at your own risk.)

I’m not a very good correspondent. I’m very sorry. I never know what to say right off the bat, and then during 2019 and 2020 when I was mostly on hiatus, I would just post a chapter or two and poof back out, and on Tumblr I would browse a few things and then poof back out. I do not have a good track record with social media and online presence in general. And with real life problems (mostly due to work), at worst it was impossible to muster even the strength to write. It was maddening.

But there is something about Hellsing and its fandom that reels me back in even when I am far away. Excuse me if this sounds cheesy, but for me fandoms are like the orbit of a comet. If it is something that you loved, and will continue to love even when you are not “active” on it, you will come back to it, someday, somehow. I’ll always be grateful to Hellsing, for being an inspiration to write, for being a bridge to some of my dearest relationships, for some of the kindest messages I’ve ever received in my life.

you freed yourself for a job that was not good for you and related to toxic people (Integra-like – demanding the respect you deserve). That is badass brave – and that doesn’t become less by that fact that maybe the next job you got is not the end of the journey but still part of the way. And you are brave by sharing your work, sharing your stories revealing parts of your emotional world to the outside – that is totally bad as too. I think you can be very proud of you, really. So maybe right now, you might be in situation that does not yet make you happy in way you deserve it. But you know- there is big chance that this is part of your journey to this place – imagine, in some time from now, you may be a successful (brilliant you are already) author and in an interview you say something like “yes, back there in 2016/17 I went through some tough times, that influenced the work very much I got this price for today”. So just in case you maybe cannot see it right now yourself – please allow me to tell you – you are brave and wonderful. And re. the brave decision you mentioned – I know I am not in the position to tell you anything – but please do not do any harm to you. So, thank you so much for your work you share with the world, my life is better with it. Take care for yourself, you deserve the best. (so sorry, I am really not good with words, hope you get my point….)

Anon, this was the kindest thing you could have ever done for little 2016/17 me. Oh God. Time does fly by so fast. I want you to know that I read this message a long time ago, and it gave me strength to go on, even though I’m not sure if I am so brave, to be compared to our lady Integra >< I hope you are happy and safe, wherever you are. I hope you know how brave and wonderful *you* are. Thank you so much.

just wanted to drop by and say I love all your fanfictions! You capture Integra and Alucard's characters so well; I LOVE it. Take all the time you need updating. You deserve it. And good luck at your job! <3

Ah, I probably changed jobs like twice since then. But they have been all good and meaningful in their own ways. I really did not mean to take THIS long in updating but I hope that you enjoyed the recent updates if you are still reading, thank you so much!

Why can I not write here? I just wanted you to know I am grateful for the reading joys that are 'Snow White' and 'Satis'...

Thank you Anon! I am so glad you enjoyed them!

I LOVE SATIS SO MUCH YOUR WRITING IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND FLOWY AND IT MAKES ME CRY PLEASE KEEP UP THE BRILLIANT WORK!!

Thank you Anon! You give me too much praise, but I shall indeed try to keep it up!

Hey so please don't take this as me pressuring you but I absolutely adore Satis! Is there any chance we might know when the next update is coming in? Totally understand if not- it sounds like work is taking a lot out of you and I understand that you're writing fan fiction purely for fun but DAMN IF I DON'T WANT TO READ MORE OF YOUR FIC OMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH ASDFGHJKL!!!

I’m sorry it’s been ages! I’ll tell you my schedule(???) for this year instead! For this year of 2021 I really hope to average maybe at least 1 chapter a month but I don’t know how I’ll fare during the busy months. I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters if you are still reading!

@fierce-little-miana Can you believe that I have just noticed that I had given you any kudos for Snow White or Satis?! Sorry! Your stories are really worth all the praise we can give them. (so I corrected it) Have a nice day!

Thank you! I’m terribly sorry for this late reply. You’ve been so kind and sent so many lovely messages. Thank you again for each and every one of them!

@sinish-tem Hey sorryy for bothering you but. That ALutegra fic was AMAZING!!I LOVE IT!Amazing job sport<3

You’re not bothering me at all! Thank you old sport!

So I don't mean to rush you or be annoying or anything, but is Satis still happening? (plz plz say yes)

You’re not being annoying! I’m sorry it took so long! Yes :)

Hello! So, um, I have to ask... is Satis going to be updated? It’s just that it’s one of my absolute favorite stories by my absolute favorite author!

Thank you! I’m honored! I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters if you’re still reading!

Hi! Are you still around? Are you doing ok?

Yes, I am fine now, thank you :) I hope you are doing well, too!

@aniphine Hi! First off, I want to say that I absolutely love your writing style and am so looking forward to diving into all of your fics! I just finished Satis and it’s definitely in my Top 10 Fanfics ever, which is saying something! Thanks so much for writing it. On that note, I wanted to ask if you had plans to update it? If not, that’s totally cool - what you’ve written already is fantastic. But if so, I’d pledge my life to you in order to get a chance at reading more. 😆 Anyhoo, you’re awesome! 👋

Thank you so much! You are awesome too! I’m honored that Satis is in your top 10!!

@dontfuckingfollowmeifpornblog You still around?

I am now! Thank you!

@comixqueen Hello have I told you that I really love your Hellsing fics? ;u;/ They're among the best out there and I reread them often!

Thank you very much. That means a lot to me from you. Thank you for rereading, I’m always wary of my earlier writing but I’m glad if people still enjoy them.

I have never squealed higher than when I received the notification for the new chapter of Satis. You are a true blessing <3 thank you for your words

You are a blessing! Thank you so much!

Hello! I know you're not very active around here, but I just saw a trailer for a movie based on the letters of Vita and Virginia, and I was immediately reminded of Satis and the quotes you so expertly used in the narration, and I thought I might tell you in case you're interested in the movie (the title is literally Vita and Virginia) <3

Thank you Anon! I did see the trailer! I haven’t seen the movie yet though, but I will, eventually! I am so glad you think I did the quotes justice! It’s such a beautiful quote.

Not sure how to start this, might be a little bold, and yet; let me simply say that I am in love with your written works. In fact, so much so that I read it all again, and again. It never ceases to amaze. And as for you, the person behind it all, you do seem immensely precious as well. I hope that you have the most fantastic day, you deserve no less.

Anon, you are so very kind. Thank you so much for your lovely words. I am just an ordinary person unusually invested in a particular set of fictional characters xD and I am often late to things and a bad correspondent, but I must be doing something right if you’re sending me a message as lovely as this. Thank you again, I hope you are having fantastic days as well.

Honestly ive read your snow white fic years ago but I loved it insanely much and im about to read it again today ^.^

Thank you Anon! Ah, Snow White. I am very glad you still enjoy it. It is so old, and I wish I had the courage to edit it and spruce it up, or even update an extra or two...

Are you ever planning to continue Satis? I’m in love with that piece of work.

Thank you Anon! Yes! I hope you enjoyed the recent chapters!

My literal text to a friend of mine that's also a fan of Satis when I got the AO3 mail about the new chapter was: "NOW THEY'RE FINALLY STARTING TO BE *HAPPY* HOLIDAYS"

I am very glad I was able to bring you holiday cheer. Would it be bold of me if I say I aim to bring you non-holiday cheer as well, now? xD Thank you so much!

HEY JUST CAME HERE TO SAY I LOVE SATIS, OKAY BYYYYE

HELLO ANON! THANK YOUUUUU

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