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[cutegirlmayra]

Boom Sonamy, Lyric comes back trying to achieve immortality. He needs an exhange of life for a life so a live sacrifice but can't read the rest of the inscription. So he kidnaps Amy again to read the rest of the message otherwise he'll destroy the village and plans to sacrifice her. The gang come to save her and stop Lyric. You can add more to make it more dramatic if you want with a better ending than I can think of ^_^'

I do tend to always just add more, don’t I? XD I’m sorry for those who I’ve taken your idea and ran with my own thoughts on it, but I hope it’s been satisfactory nonetheless! Working a lot lately, so when I do have time to do the Tumblr Prompt Series (also posted on all my writing sites for viewing pleasure!) I usually do something fun but small. I’ll give it my best, Precious Anon!

Also, Lyric is a very… how do I put this… There’s not a whole hecka lot of information on him. I did some research to look back over the games he was in, and even then, it was pretty generic and bland, sorry Lyric fans!

However, sometimes, that’s actually good news. You know why? Shocking, I know! But it means the character is wide open for interpretation and expanding upon them. I won’t be doing that for this fic, necessarily, but I think characters with great potential are usually those that have little information but just enough to peak interest. It’s one of the reasons I felt Amy Rose was a character I could put more lore and backstory on, because although I did study her character, there wasn’t a whole lot on her. It made her a canvas that felt ‘half-full’, able to be influenced and expanded upon.

However, in recent times, Amy Rose and many other characters like her in different franchises (Not necessarily in personality or role, but just the same level of character-depth and lore, I guess?) have really been given love and more games are coming out with better writing quality than ever before! I’m so glad that so many ‘side characters’ are treated as main cast mates, and not just thrown into trope roles anymore.

That being said, you can’t escape the occasional ‘One-time’ appearances like Lyric being a ‘Pops up in maybe Two Games and never again’ villain. But it does leave room for us Fanfiction writers to make some interesting depth to further their small legacy! <3

That being said–TUMBLR PROMPT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, SHUT DOWN ON INBOX, lolol you were waiting for that, weren’t ya? >:3c

Hugs and blowing kisses, everyone. I’m definitely taking more time to heal from burnout and also work on Fanfiction Edits (Which are coming along nicely, I’m now back to Instincts, for those who are a fan of that one.), Original Stories (Sorry, probably won’t post them tho :( But books are important! lol), and of course, Tumblr Prompt Series so yall know I’m not dead xD

The tumblr inbox for prompt requests will remain down probably for a few more years. I know that upsets a lot of you, but if they ever do open again, I will be blocking ‘Anon’ because I think some people are posting more than the actual limit of how many they can submit. Due to this, I’m overwhelmed with hundreds (not joking, by the way.) of requests that I really don’t want to do? So we’ll be taking time to go back to stories I’ve wanted to write and solo-writing for my fanfictions/other works. I’ve gotta set up stronger boundaries! Haha XD

That being said, please enjoy this Sonic Boom (Feels ancient now) Prompt!

Prompt:

“Ultimate power… Although sounding like sweet nectar to one’s ambitious desires, tends to lead to a faulty conclusion…” A snaky whiplash from his claw-tail sent a impulse reflex through Amy’s spine, causing her to flinch and her ears to withdraw back again.

She was so mad, tied up to a pillar inside an ancient tomb, having been ambushed while excavating what looked like a madman’s attempt at immortal life.

Roughly translated, a doctor related to Eggman, known as Ivo Robotnik had first discovered this tomb and kept it a secret. He researched and found a successful way to immortalize someone… but he failed to interpret the last section of the stone slab’s text…

A life for a life… to give Shadow The Hedgehog, his ultimate creation, immortality–to live and breathe forever in the purpose of curing the world of its vital mistakes and sins–he accidentally let his granddaughter, Maria Robotnik, die in the process…

As she read the inscription, Ivo’s account tells that her life was being drained from her… and eventually, was converted in some miraculous way into what was necessary to mechanically engineer this ancient tomb’s purpose: Infinitely Sustained Life.

Shadow, overwhelmed by the loss of his friend, turned on Ivo Robotnik, and sealed the tomb to never let the tragedy that had befallen here happen again… until now.

‘Opps.’ Amy thought to herself, annoyed by Lyric carrying on with his wicked monologue about being the last of the ancients, having envied and coveted this technology, but had lost before he could even begin to understand it. ‘I’ve been following the late Ivo Robotnik’s work in hopes of finding the ancient world… I didn’t think I’d stumble upon this buttless snake again…’ She sighed quietly, blinking her eyes as though counting subconsciously the seconds before she was to be daringly rescued by her friends.

Again…

‘Why was it always me?’ She grumbled in her thoughts before the second whipping crack of his tail colliding with the ground near her snapped her out of her thoughts again.

“You remain awfully quiet… that’s offssssseting.” He hissed to her side, which made her lean as far right as she could muster, trying to get away from his anciently stanky breath.

“Upsetting,” She appeared to be clarifying, “That I have to have my peaceful afternoon so rudely interrupted by the echoes of a delusional reptilian, but I mean, at least I’m complaining internally.” She smirked up to him, showing she wasn’t trying to help him, she was just making a snarky comeback.

He shook his head, his lips swerving in their rage as he lifted himself up, completely over her cocky and irritating behavior.

“You will read the slab for me!” He smashed down his robotic arm by her, and she had to turn her head away from the dust and flying debris of shattered rock taking off from the impact.

“Like I’d die for you!” She badmouthed back, “Sonic and my friends will be here any minute. Seems you’ve become very fond of our combined butt-whooping, Lyric! I can’t fathom any other reason you’d keep wishing it upon you, unless it truly makes you feel like you even have a butt to whoop.”

“Silence!” He roared up, having the whole of the tomb shake from his vibrating, strong sound before Amy just scoffed.

“Finally, we see snake-eye to hedgehog-eye now.” She leaned back on the pillar she was tied to, taking a nice breath out. “Ah~ Now, to await the inevitable victory-WUOO!” She was yoinked practically up, snapping her restraints around her wasit but her arms still behind her back.

Lyric had taken hold of her head, as she kicked the air and tried to hit him while he held her uncomfortably high.

She could probably be alright, but she couldn’t use her Enerbeam… Nor her Piko-Piko Hammer while her arms were still tied-up, although her legs free.

She could feel the squeezing of his robotic claws digging into her cranium, and for the first time that day, she actually showed the tire and wear of having struggled against him for so long.

Not only did she dig her way carefully as she could in here, trying to preserve the ancient relics to study them later, but she had to fight Lyric, and now…

“If you will not comply…” He pulled her face towards his own, using his tail to grab her legs and keep them tightly clamped together, making sure her struggle just became ten-times harder…

Her eyes were twitching under the pressurized hold the claws had on her head… Looking up as she couldn’t help but show the strain.

“Then you’ll remember an old friend, I’m sure…” He attached a new mind-controller on her, as he let her go and she fell to all fours,... then looked up to show she was fully under his power.

“Perfect~” He chimed, laughing manically, “Now, read it to me!” He slashed his tail against the wall, turning for her to get up and walk towards the slab.

She knelt and held out her two hands to it, reading the rock…

“At last! My robotic empire! To erase the weak and insipid existence of all living organisms…” He slithered and opened his arms to the murals around the tomb. “To eternally strive for perfect power… the influence of which only the vast superiority of machines can dictate! Eggman was a fool to try and rival me… You and your friends were mere insects to my reign! Biting and taunting me, getting in my way to distract me from the ultimate purpose of my recreation!” He twisted the wrist joint of his robotic arm and held up his claw-like hand, admiring it. “Soon, even I shall become fully mechanized! With immortality, I can improve my own being once more! No longer half-complete, a mutated cyborg with still my fleshy prison! But… I shall shed this weakling flesh to become truly–the immortal mechanized god of this new world!” He struck an all-powerful and imposing pose, but an explosion of rocks and rumbling of the tomb’s unstabilized structure shook him out of his gloating aside to himself once more.

“Wh-what? OFFPH!” A red, shiny shoe smushed with great force against his face, crushing it as Sonic sped into the fight, and Shadow rushed to Amy’s side.

“Snap out of it!” He could tell by her faint breathing that she was already losing her life force, the stream of which was moving through the air into the large center dome-like structure above the tomb.

“No… not again..!” Shadow cried out, seeing as Lyric was able to actually combat Sonic, who had tried to pin him down but was flung off of him.

Lyric laughed again with the added strength of immortality slowly being converted into him by the strange process of the powerful stream of light waving through the air, coming out of the ball, to then attach to him like a leash.

“Soon, Sonic, all your friends will contribute to is merely delaying the eventual takeover of this planet..!” Lyric, slithering towards Sonic as he kept backing up, felt his body powering up. “Every muscle in you will eventually wither and die… while mine shall stay immaculate… and whether you continue to prevent me from my destined course of fate or not, sooner or later… You will die.” He lunged into Sonic’s face, who looked horrified at what he was saying. “While I’ll still yet have endless time left in me… to conquer, maim, and entirely transform this pathetic mossy rock into yet another perfect rendition of what I shall become… Immortality pristine, everlasting, and most importantly…” He rose himself up into the air, his tail whipping around underneath him. “A robotic masterpiece..!”

“Amy..!!!” Shadow gripped at her mindcontrolling device on her head, but it was wedged on tightly this time, “Darn it, woman!” He looked to the slab, she was almost done..!

He closed his eyes, realizing what he must do.

“Forgive me… Maria.” He covered Amy’s mouth so she couldn’t speak. “I will have to belay my promise to you… and save this pathetic excuse for a world… if only to bring your perfect idealisms to light… perhaps… another day.”

He lowered his head and read the last of the inscription, which took his immortality and-

The beam redirected.

“WHAT?!” Lyric landed back on the ground, looking at his robotic arms before turning to finally notice Shadow as he held Amy, giving her back her life force…

“NOOO!!!” Lyric began to move quickly towards him, but Sonic thomped him yet again to the ground.

He folded his arms, standing triumphantly over him, “Looks like your brilliant plan at eternal robotization backfired yet again, Lyric! Now, you’re just softly singing the poetic justice of what happens to those who try and metallically make their own butts to be kicked!” He kicked Lyric as he moved forward with a humorous cry of pain from it.

“Shadow?” Sonic then raced to his side, looking at Amy in his arms and having her transferred to his own.

Shadow… slowly shook his head.

Sonic, worried now, looked down at Amy. “Amy?”

She didn’t move… the light breeze from their entrance now sending the wind to move her three bangs.

“... Amy?” There was a long… hard pause…

The air was still, even Lyric pushed up off the ground, holding his push-up position, and looked to see with a swishing tail if immortality could still be his afterall.

Then… her eyes blinked…

“Miss Rose?” The little blonde human girl was bending down to speak to her, as she got up, rubbing her head.

“Wha-... H-huh?” She looked around what seemed like a white space. “Am I… dead?” She looked at the girl, gasping, “Maria Robotnik!?”

The little girl shyly giggled, gently covering her mouth, “Oh, I’m sorry for laughing, this isn’t the time nor place for that.” She then curtsied and offered her her hand, “You’re not dead. I’m giving you my life’s essence… the same essence… that was used to give Shadow his immortal life.”

“W-What?!” Amy scooted away, kicking her feet out from the girl’s hand. “That’s ludicrous! I don’t want eternal life!” She exclaimed, “I… I want to grow old with my friends, and have countless adventures… a family and eventually… make global peace and end world hunger.” She looked down, “Set up an all-women government and prove that we can organize a better democracy and-”

Maria just giggled again, “Many. Big. Dreams.” She gave each word a single note and pause, not necessarily for dramatic flavor or effect, but to show how much they meant to her.

“Many times have I wished for a better world. Bigger and bigger have my heartfelt prayers become. Dreams of an absolution… from misery and fire, to passion and compassion reigning evermore on the earth.” She gently offered her hand to Amy again.

“If you can’t accept an immortal life… then accept entirely your own life. All it’s happenings. Even the mistakes…”

Amy looked at her hand… realizing that without Maria, she would likely never be able to return to life at all…

“Is this… really the only way?” Amy held up her hand, but hesitated, looking sweetly at the girl. “I’m sure… W-We could ask Tails… We could find a way to bring you back!” She formed a fist, “We can reverse what this place has done to you!”

Maria just smiled like the angel she was. “... This is the only way…” She quietly stated, “Come, be at peace. Your friends are waiting for you.”

Amy dropped her head, her hand loosening from a determined fist to an open hand again, and looked at it. “... Dying sure does suck… doesn’t it?” She looked with teary eyes up to the kind, optimistic girl. Her heart wanted to help her, but she was sacrificing herself–yet again–for the greater good.

“Thank you… Maria.” She took her hand… as a white light engulfed them.

“No, Amy Rose. Thank you… for never giving up on the world we live in. In it’s present, so many seek to extend their lives, in fear that they will live to short or not greatly enough. The real life we should long for, is the one we’re currently on right now. With so much possibility, with so many endless adventures to take… When one begins to stop fearing the future, then can we really live and create it at last… the way-...”

“We want to.” Amy finished, as Maria’s voice faded and she opened her actual eyes.

Sonic and Shadow were over her… Shadow having lost his Immortality, but Amy not gaining it.

Instead, Amy had died and Maria used her life force to give it back to her.

Both mortal now, Amy looked from Sonic to Shadow, and held up a hand to grace his cheek, “She’s lovely.” She smiled kindly to him. “Maria was such a beautiful young girl.”

Shadow couldn’t hold it back, and cried.

He ducked his head as her hand came gently off and moved to Sonic’s chest, patting it lightly, “Boy, does that heart never cease to slow down?” She teased, as Sonic sighed in relief.

“Happy to have you back… Ames.” He gave her a fond expression, and she leaned her head into his embracing arms, resting in that soft gaze of sweetness he gave her.

“ARRGGGAHHH!!” Lyric arched his back, crying out in further outrage. “HOW!? You fools! I will return, I will bring a bigger robotic army, I’ll have you ruing the day you-!”

There’s was a large ‘KONK!’ sound as mechanical birds flew around his head while he circled a little in the air and then fell forward, revealing Tails with a large wrench held like a thrown baseball bat, Knuckles with his fists positioned as though they had just hit something as well, and Sticks with her boomerang and one hand on the ground to show she had just caught it.

“Man, to think. We’ve stumbled upon a literal ANCIENT secret governmental conspiracy! Whoo! Glad I’m only living in a time where we have to deal with our modern governmental conspiracies!” She spouted out, looking relieved for some odd reason.

“Oh, hey Bestie!” She waved enthusiastically to Amy, who lightly waved back at her, giggling as she came over.

Completely unaware…

Of what just happened here moments before.

“What were you up to?” She asked, innocently.

Shadow covered his face from the view of the others, as Sonic looked to him and then to Amy, and helped her to lean up more so she could be sitting comfortably as she twisted her torso to address the others, and mostly answer Sticks’s question.

“Changing fate.” She replied, smiling from ear to ear. “And hopefully…”

“Making all of ours a good one.”

[magnus-sm-writes]

2023 Writing Update

I've written quite a bit this year. Is all of it good? Absolutely not. In fact, I'm certain that most of what I've written will not get published. Sometimes I just write to figure out characters, or to figure out a location, or to just find the general aesthetic of a piece.

This writing update honestly has it all. I'm glossing over things I've written in 2023, with most of it focusing on what's happened in the past month, since that's what I remember the best.

Poetry!

I've written a lot of poetry in the past year. If you saw my Instagram post (shameless self-promo, my Insta is magnus_s.writes), I can't post much about my poetry because it would pretty much just be considered "published", so no one would publish it. Since my main goal (other than personal growth) is publication, posting excerpts from my poetry is mostly impossible.

However, I can discuss my inspiration.

I've been continuing my The Thing-inspired poetry kick. Lots about body horror, which is one of my favorite things. The Thing is such a fantastic movie with so much material to write about, both on-screen and contextual.

More poetry themes I've been exploring recently is inspired by food. Mainly fruit, since I've been reading The Book of Difficult Fruits. It's been fun to write complex fruit metaphors. And make fruity jokes about myself.

Short Stories!

Remember when short stories were my bread and butter? I'm still trying I swear.

This year, I've been very into sci-fi horror. You can thank Wendigoon's video on Roko's Basilisk and the my own face blindness for that. There's something about the horror of AI and the horror of not recognizing faces that's mixed within the past couple of years to become a deep interest in sci-fi dystopias. (I still have to watch Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, whoops. I've seen Arcane, though.)

I have two short stories cooking. One is based on the aforementioned Roko's Basilisk/AI in a Box. It's a short story dealing with loneliness, cancer, and AIs, two of which I've gotten personal experience with as of late.

The other is based on the doppelganger and the uncanny, which were the topics of my senior capstone project. It features a young man, Basil, and an AI, Iskos. It's a short story where nothing really happens, just a lot of emotions and general horror. The usual for me.

This one has an excerpt!

He watches Iskos in the mirror like Medusa, as though the uncanniness won’t hurt him through it.

I'm hoping to find a satisfactory ending and polish it up for publication in the next few months.

Novels!

I've been writing quite a few novels. I haven't finished any, but I'm still just playing around and trying to establish my style in multiple genres. That's why I have a day job.

Greenest and Of Valor & Honor have been my main novels. They're both fantasy, which I'm learning how to write through practical application. Recently, though, I've found that I want to rewrite Hamish, an old gothic literary fiction novel I wrote in 2020 (when I was still a woman, holy shit).

Greenest has been the project I've written the most for this year. That's because I love the dynamic between Sigma, Experiment #24, and Valor. They're such an excellent group of friends to write for.

Honestly, most of what I write for Greenest is either massive scenes (with lots of plot points) or little fluff pieces where I describe Experiment #24's obsession with dissection and figuring out the human body, so I don't have many things to pull. But I did write a little Easter egg for Tsarevna of the Horned Crown into a scene, which I'll share. It's a little treat. For me. :3

Sigma walks the throne room by himself. He studies the various statues of the half-daimon woman. She is smaller than him, even when he first met Valor and hadn’t grown to his full height yet, and well-fed. In some of the statues, she is wearing full armor, and in others, she is wearing very few clothes to show her muscle-heavy arms. The ax she carries is almost impractically large for her small frame.

When it comes to Of Valor & Honor, I wrote a little bit of the first chapter, which I might not end up using for story reasons. But I do love the descriptions from Honor's point of view. She's a character I have rarely written for, and she's incredibly difficult because of that. I'm mostly trying to establish the character voices for Honor and young Valor.

(It's so strange to write young Valor. That's why what I'm sharing has none of him in it.)

Merchants nod at her as they paddle past. Their boats are loaded with goods both exotic and local. Traders from the other towns of Rhuaja with lily-ropes and dried components for potions. Fishers with the daily catches: crabs both blue and red, soft-turtle eggs, fish of all sizes. The traders from Uli-Yuleon with their many gauzy scarves and unusual powdered components.

I was trying to get Honor's love for her country to show on the page. She's a character who fully appreciates her surroundings and the other people around her. I love how observant she is. That's a little weird, but I use Honor to describe the world, and Valor to describe the politics.

And Hamish. Oh, Hamish. Me deciding to rewrite Hamish was a whim a few days ago that I've been following through. I'm seeing it as a marker of my progress as a writer. To see how I've improved at being a gothic writer over three years. Since I got my degree, I hope it's improved somewhat.

I'm honestly going to do an entire update on Hamish alone, both for the progress tracking I've mentioned before and for the maybe two people who followed me back in 2020. The person who wrote that is a completely different person from who I am now.

So I'll just include Van Gogh's Skeleton with Burning Cigarette, like I did in the WIP Intro (more shameless self-promo) as an IOU.

Random!

I might be doing a Sherlock Holmes rewrite for fun? It's mostly just a way for me to get my nostalgia for BBC Sherlock out of my system while actually exploring The Sherlock Holmes canon in a way that makes me happy. It's basically just a goofy personal project that I want to get out of my system.

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[sugarcarnation]

i’m bored. so you get an alli trivia quiz! made by yours truly. let’s see how strong this alliance really is (no pressure but this will determine the rest of our relationship)

1. what type of characters tend to be my favourite?

2. who’s music do i listen to the most?

3. who is my favourite male character in bsd? female character?

4. what’s my favourite crime?

5. why did i stop watching the latest show i started?

6. what book series am i currently rereading?

7. what au idea do i attach to frazel?

8. who’s at the bottom of my bsd character ranking?

9. which taylor swift song did i assign to alex rider?

10. why do i find yassen’s (from alex rider series) name so funny?

and bonus question: what is something that i’m afraid of that many people keep in their homes?

love that you decided to do this publicly. gotta make it embarrassing for me if i fail to answer anything

(answers under the cut to not make this get too long lmao)

what type of characters tend to be my favourite?

main characters!!! i know that one. you also generally like a character who suffers™️

whose music do i listen to the most?

okay idk if i can say who you listen to the most but you do listen to a lot of taylor swift. and ariana grande tends to end up in your spotify wrapped as well. and i think you used to (still do?) listen to little mix

who is my favourite male character in bsd? female character?

i can confidently answer this. dazai has been your favorite from literally the first day i decided you had to join me on this journey. i was trying to tell you about atsushi and you went yeah what about that guy in the river though?

and your favorite female character is yosano. even if i’m pretty sure you keep forgetting that that’s her name since you only refer to her as akiko

basically you have great taste in characters

what's my favourite crime?

🔥🔥🔥 ARSON 🔥🔥🔥

why did i stop watching the latest show i started?

the last show you started from the beginning was how to get away with murder and you stopped it because they killed of wes (your favorite character 😔)

what book series am i currently rereading?

alex rider!! the book series about people repeatedly traumatizing a child

what au idea do i attach to frazel?

i know we talked about this but i don’t remember 😔 that being said while trying to think about what it could be my mind repeatedly went hades and persephone au so here’s my au proposal where hazel rules over the underworld and starts dating flower boy frank

who's at the bottom of my bsd character ranking?

lmao it’s verlaine. my extensive chuuya backstory essay really didn’t paint him in the best light

which taylor swift song did i assign to alex rider?

had to think about this but i believe it’s dear reader. i remember this because i texted you like i think dear reader is an oda song because ✨vibes✨ and you were basically like well i think it fits alex and you wrote an entire essay about it where you analyzed the lyrics 😭

why do i find yassen's (from alex rider series) name so funny?

because it rhymes with assassin. and he is an assassin. he’s yassen the assassin

what is something that i'm afraid of that many people keep in their homes?

idk if i’m gonna give the right answer to this 😔 i think there was something else but i can’t remember so i’m gonna have to go with dogs. that counts right??

i hope my answers were satisfactory and this won’t be the end of our friendship <3

[ghenry]

Looking back on 2022, and a lot has happened this year for me! Both personally and channel-wise. I figure I reflect a bit on most of this year's videos. So here we go!

Kick-Ass | What It Means To Be a Loser

This was definitely a video style I wasn't used to doing at all, I basically saw it as an exercise in reviewing both a film and a comic. And honestly, this was a huge headache to get done because of the copyright bullshit I had to deal with. Literally rendered it like 8 different times because of that shit. And it wasn't just a money issue, getting hit with copyright and demonetization means it won't show up on people's feeds so it's important to me that each video has the potential to get out there.

The video's point: The movie was missing a huge element that made the comic at least satisfactory for me, and that was the consistent tone of the characters being downtrodden 'losers.' Another way to put it would be human. Our faults, our insecurities, and our flaws are what make us human, so that being part of the characters made them more relatable, thus more likeable. But the movie wiped the main characters of their human characteristics almost completely. I got into detail how that's the case in the video.

I did my best also emphasizing that I wasn't merely saying "movie different from comic, so movie bad." I don't even like the Kick-Ass comic that much, so I felt I was going with a less biased perspective. I even brought up examples where I found the film adaptations of some comics to be huge improvements (Scott Pilgrim will always be the shining example). Regardless, people in the comments still accused me of saying "movie different from comic, so movie bad" which is kind of annoying, but that's my fault for expecting better from typical YT comments.

Still, the video was surprisingly a hit! I'm extremely dumbfounded so many people still seem to give a shit about Kick-Ass. It kind of motivates me to make a new video comparing the sequel comic and movie, but I hate both, so I don't see myself really bothering for a while. Also one other good thing, making a video centered around a comic and/or movie is soooo much easier than a video game in regards to footage. I don't have to sift through hours and hours worth of gameplay to find a specific clip for visual context, I just remember part of the movie/comic and go there lol

No Paradise | No More Heroes 3 Analysis

Now THIS was a fucking nightmare. In a good way, mostly. A 4.5 hour analysis that took every bit of my goddamn being to write, capture, and edit. Recording all of my voice was also done in one session too, but I hope my exhaustion near the end didn't reflect my performance.

I loved talking about NMH3 extensively too. I was also extremely happy to find a lot of nuance and complexity within the madness of this game. With the help of a few friends and long conversations, of course!

The point of the video: Travis is in hell, and is doomed to spend an eternity in this hell he locked himself in all the way back in the original game. Having this in mind adds contextual sense to the previous games as well, which helps with the arguments I provide. Not that I claim to be objectively correct, the reason for this analysis was to get people thinking and talking about the game. I think if I wanted to prove ANYTHING, it's that NMH3 isn't as simple and "senseless" as a lot of people were claiming it was. And it doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Take it from me, an idiot.

I am extremely proud of how the video turned out. It might even be the best one I've done, but that's not to say I can't improve. I need to improve, and I'm trying to get better at this constantly. I picked up a lot of great editing skills while making this, and will pick up more as I go. And while I didn't upload a lot of videos this year . . . do you see how long this one was?! Idunno, I think this counts as like 6 separate uploads 🥸💀

The ONE feature I want to see in future run-gun games

This video I've actually had on my mind for a very long time, I just had to finally hunker down and make it a reality. I simply had a sneaking suspicion that a lot of indie devs might not be aware of an innovate design first seen in games like Alien Soldier or Contra Shattered Soldier, likely because those aren't the universally renown classics. I think I'm at least sort of right.

The point of the video: This is a "for your consideration" piece for indie devs planning to take on the run-n-gun genre with new games. I genuinely think this mechanic can take their future titles to the next level of feel-good gameplay!

Huntdown | Run-N-Gun Revolution

My closer for the year, another run-n-gun video I simply made for myself because I wanted to. Adrian Comeau, writer/community manager for Huntdown's dev team, randomly emailed me with some steam codes, presuming I was interested in trying the game out. And I'm glad he did, as I fell in love with nearly everything about Huntdown! It was also cool to interview Adrian to get further thoughts on the game.

The point of the video: Huntdown rocks and you're a fool if you haven't played it. It also has such a rich world coated in interesting characters. It helps that the game is fun to play and has an assortment of unique, challenging bosses all sprawling with personality.

So get yourself something nice for Christmas. Buy Huntdown on Steam. Or Switch. Or PS4. Or PS5. Or Xbox. It's probably on sale right now 🎅🎄🔫

So that's what I managed to do with my channel. I also did a video on Cuphead, but don't have too much to say as it was a very straightforward video. DLC good, but I'm ready for something new by MDHR.

I know I didn't upload a whole lot, but I'm happy with everything I put out. I feel like I need to take more time on these videos in order to further refine them properly. I have tons of ideas for new videos, and can't wait to make them a reality! But I also want to make sure they're of a standard I find satisfactory, while also raising said standards. I want to get better and better!

I hope all of you have enjoyed what I've been putting out, and are excited to see what else I have in store! Here's to 2023! 🎇🎆🚀

[hpdfag]

IM SO GLAD YOURE GOING TO SEE MITSKI??? I’ve always wanted to see her, but she usually doesn’t come to Italy…she did come but I was seeing SKZ that day </3 I love concerts so much! Big concerts can seem scary, but if you’re seated down they’re pretty calm…if you’re standing though, it can be overwhelming at times! But to me all of that adds up to the experience. As someone who’s super autistic, they don’t feel as overwhelming as they probably should, but more…soothing. Make sure to arrive early! Even if you don’t get front row spots, it’s still an amazing experience :} I saw a lot of vids from her tour and she’s really an amazing performer, so you’ll have a great time…also, make sure to bring a lot of water!!

I understand school is so stressful and all… WhatI do when school starts, since I myself hate school and all about it, is trying to romanticise it! I try to get into these wonyougism and study stuff and feeling like an academic weapon…wether I’m failing or not! I just start to feel organized and proud of myself, but of course, that’s hard. So good luck with school!!! You’ll do well, I’m sure…

About the dysphoria thing…I really get it. Sometimes I do cave in and try to change my bodily appearance to resemble my IRL sources! Not sure how to call it. But yes, it’s really painful…I’ve started to view my human body as an “avatar” for my real self, which isn’t super satisfactory of course, but it makes me feel a bit less dysphoric. Of course, I’d love for it to be just like how I remember my soul, but for now let’s…just customise it in a fun way, like a character of some way. This might be more understood if you’re a system, which well you are…I hope I could help a bit with these words, I’m sure you need someone to hear you sometimes :} I hope you’re having a good day!!

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YESYESYES IM SUPER EXCITED !!! we got the tickets at the end of last year so ive been waiting for this for so long .... it should be seated as well which is good!! ive only ever been to concerts where im able to sit its like. a requirement almost. i dont have anywhere near the stamina required to stay standing for hours on end ... and we certainly will be arriving early! portland gets crowded as HELL when there's big events, so we'll probably be taking the train in about an hour before the concert starts. and i'll for sure make sure to bring lots of water, and take my meds before leaving as well. it would suck to end up super thirsty at such a cool event !! v_v

and yeayea i get that, i wish smthn like that cld work for me </3 im just pushing through as best as i can! it's not gonna be perfect and aesthetic but i think thatll be alright. the only course im worried about really is credit recovery for math, since i really need to do well with it or ill get kicked out of online school for real which is. very scary!! i feel the best mentally when im able to do my work at my own pace at home, so i'd hate to have to go back to in person school for the last semester of my high school life ...

and that makes sense, yeah! i typically see this body as just an avatar anyways, considering i see this reality as another iteration of the neo world program. its really comforting and can help me with some of the worst of it, but even still, it feels like playing a character very unlike yourself in a video game if that makes sense? there's a dissociation inherent to it. even though this is my avatar that i can customize however i want, the sliders aren't perfect, and the only options, while cool, are more aesthetically pleasing than affirming.

[yukihikos]

henlo joann!! hana here <3 i FINALLY got to finish the last few episodes from kazetsuyo (i took saur long smh 😭) and all my emotions are summed up w *insert millions of heart reaction pics* 😞😞😞💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

it was such??? a well written series?? the fulfillment from the last few eps was just so much that i just gave up and started crying (i don't do that often 😭) anytime they did anything tbh KSJEKN

i was v sad w what happened to haiji but i'm also v v happy w how things work out for him in the future 😞💗 it just feels,,, satisfactory IDEK HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS 😭 kurohara finally found meaning in running! my bby!!!! ;-; </3

ALSO WHO DOES HANA LIKE????? WHO DOES SHE LIKE 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

(i also ended up saving @/kashiwazakiz for prince my beloved i was SAUR proud of him </3 go little anime man gO 😞💗) (also love how he remained a chaotic lit major throughout and named sports manga mcs in that one scene😭)

i'm sorry for showing up in your inbox like this super suddenly <//3 but i just couldn't stop myself from telling you this lmao I'M SORRY SLSJDMD ;-; i hopies you're having a great day/night!! <3 and sorry for the huge ramble again sksjsk 🤧

OMG HI HANA!!!!! (Pls disregard the fact that I’m so late with replying omg 🫣)

BUT YAY!!!! Isn’t it so good? Doesn’t it just…inspire you and make u want to run??? For no reason 🥹🥲

i wish i could tell u who hana liked honestly…the mystery remains unsolved…

Omg love that for you! He was so good, his running scenes were the best and honestly i can relate so hard.

You’re really making me miss them a little extra :( my aotake boys :(

If you end up giffing it - i will be ready to reblog and like and love and appreciate and cry- over it all 😘💕🥰

also thank you! I hope you’re enjoying your day/night!!!!!!!! and you’re always welcome in my inbox / messages 💛💛💛💛

[hurting-fictional-people]

Whumptober - day 25: hide and seek

Look! It's the first story I'm actually finishing!! 🥺

Continued from here

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Villain whimpers, only half asleep as they roll restlessly on rough sheets – too rough for their sore skin, aching still after being whipped raw the day before.

They sigh and shift again, seeking comfort in a too-small bed that’s never given them any. Villain swallows and pulls the sheets up higher when their throat bobs against the collar.

They are almost unconscious when the sound of voices just outside their room jostles them awake. A little groan escapes their lips as they grimace in the dark, cursing whoever took them away from blissful unconsciousness.

“…a nuisance, really. Yeah you just have to go in, make sure nothing’s infected, come out. They’re not gonna complain or anything, just don��t mess with them and you’ll be fine. Yeah, Supervillain is just really possessive of them, I don’t know,” the person laughs. Villain curls up and squeezes their eyes shut. “Thanks again, I owe you one.”

“Yeah, no problem,” a second voice answers, and at that, Villain goes rigid.

Their heart races, but they can't be right. It can't be the voice they think they heard. It cannot, it's only a trick of their brain. It's been only two days since their last encounter, that's why that voice is still stuck to their mind. It has to be.

Villain doesn’t sit up – there’s too much pain spreading through their body for it. All Villain does is narrow their eyes and watch the door open and close for someone to slide inside.

This isn’t anything weird – for one of Supervillain’s henchmen to sneak in by their order to clean up Villain’s wounds after a particularly harsh punishment. It’s painful and humiliating, but nothing new. What is new, is the familiar voice that whispers their name as the figure comes closer.

“Villain? Shit, it’s dark in here,” they complain, and Villain props themself up on their elbows, biting on their lip to hold back a moan. “Damn it Villain, where are you?”

Villain reaches for the light switch near the bed frame and flips it up, bright light flooding the room and causing them both to freeze, blinking and squinting at each other for a moment.

As soon as they get used to the brightness though, Villain’s lips fall open, wide eyes locked on the person standing before them. They push themself into a sitting position on a whim, groaning as they do.

“Hero.”

“Ready to get out of here?” their nemesis smirks.

“Please tell me this is a joke.”

Villain’s voice is weak when they speak. Scared.

But Hero doesn’t seem fazed by their growing horror.

“I told you I’d get you out,” Hero says cheerfully, arms crossed over their chest and a glint of steely determination in their eyes. “Well, here I am. Come on, let’s go.”

“This is Supervillain’s base,” Villain replies slowly. “How did you even get in here?”

“The security is shit for starters. And I’m technically not Hero right now, I’m playing Henchman.”

It’s almost like a joke, Villain thinks. A cosmical joke, made to tear their heart apart with empty hope, gone even before it has a chance to blossom.

“Leave, Hero.” Villain grimaces and lets their legs slide to the floor. “Leave now, while you still have time.”

“First of all, I’m not leaving this place without you,” Hero raises their eyebrows. “And second, have a little more faith in me, Villain. Please, I have a whole plan. I didn’t get to you just so I can sneak out the window a moment later.”

A choked laugh slips out of Villain’s lips, sharp and bleak like the clogging helplessness that takes their breath away.

Can’t they see it? Can’t Hero see the blood on Villain’s shirt, the collar around their neck, the bruises circling their wrists?

Can’t they see what’ll happen if they get caught?

“You’re going to fail,” Villain says, leaning their elbows on their knees, jaw clenching as pain answers the movement. “And I won’t do anything to help you when you do.”

“Well it’s a good thing I’m the hero, not you,” Hero spits back, eyes narrowing at Villain’s hunched shoulders and creased eyebrows. “You’d make a shit hero with that attitude.”

Villain sighs and rubs their eyes.

“I’m here to help,” Hero repeats. “I made you a promise, and I intend to keep it. Let me help you, Villain. All you have to do is trust me.”

They look up, staring deep into Hero’s earnest eyes. For one moment, Villain thinks Hero might understand it when they shake their head.

“I can’t.”

Instead, Hero’s shoulders stiffen, and they take a deep breath. There’s anger in Hero’s eyes when they look away – just enough for Villain’s heart to start pounding in their chest.

They’ve seen that look before.

Everything always starts with it, with displeasure that quickly turns to amusement. And it always ends with Villain bleeding on the floor and Supervillain smiling above them.

When Hero speaks again, Villain can barely stand to look at them, blinking again and again as the memory of Supervillain’s disdain overlaps with Hero’s frustration.

“Can you not be an asshole once?” Hero snaps, fists opening and closing uselessly by their sides. “I came here to help you. I’m risking my ass to help you, why can’t you just be fucking grateful and do as I say?”

And just like that, the switch flips. The fear drains away, and something almost unknown replaces it.

Villain can’t recall the last time they’ve allowed themself to feel anger. They had thought Supervillain had beat that out of them.

But looking into Hero’s irritated eyes, something crawls underneath Villain’s skin, bubbling up and up, making their blood boil and their gaze sharpen.

“You want to know why I can’t be fucking grateful and do as you want?” Villain hisses, pulling their shirt over their head in one motion, too enraged to feel the pain pulsing from the wounds that stretch when they do, the blood oozing out as skin breaks again. “This is why.”

Villain turns around, giving Hero an unobstructed view of their ruined back, of the curved and twisted scars piling over each other, white and pink, raised and flat. And on top of it all, new marks. Still red and bloody, still aching.

“Because it won’t be you the one Supervillain will hurt for not being respectful enough to their taste when you were nearly passed out after having electricity running through your body all night.” Villain shoves the t-shirt back down, whirling around to face Hero’s blanched face. They don’t even try to stop it when a low, mirthless chuckle leaves their lips. “Because you don’t know what it’s like to wear a collar and kneel in front of someone you loathe. Because you have no idea of what it feels like to behave and be good, because the option is pain and humiliation like you’ve never felt before.”

Hero only blinks at them, lips parted as they watch Villain’s panting breaths, the fire already wearing out from their gaze, being replaced by simple, bone-deep exhaustion.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t… I just… I’m sorry, Villain. I didn’t know," Hero says quietly. "But I still mean it – I'm here to help you. And what you just said is precisely the reason why I came, so you won’t be hurt like that anymore. If my plan goes wrong and we get caught, I’ll take the blame, alright? I’ll say I took you against your will.”

Hero's words sound… genuine. Like real worry, real want to help. It sounds like a lifeline Villain hasn’t seen before, and can’t help but be terrified to reach for.

What if they grab the lifeline and drown anyway?

“What even is your plan?” Villain asks.

“To play hide and seek.”

Villain narrows their eyes, eyebrows drawing together in disbelief.

“Excuse me?”

“You’ll see,” Hero shrugs, extending a callused hand. “Do you need those wounds bandaged now or can that wait for when we’re out? We don't have a lot of time.”

It should be an easy decision, shouldn’t it? Villain should be running out the door already.

Still, somehow, they hesitate.

It’ll hurt so much more if they try to go and fail. If Supervillain finds out and makes them regret ever considering leaving.

But what will hurt the most, Villain thinks as they stare at Hero’s hand, is not even trying. Staying like they were told to, obeying like they were trained to.

If they stay now, they won’t be able to leave later, and there won’t be anyone to help them then.

Biting on their bottom lip and swallowing down a scared whimper, Villain looks up to Hero’s eyes.

“It can wait,” they whisper, ignoring the outstretched hand and getting up on their own.

Their legs are weak and wobbly, and Hero doesn’t miss the way they lock their knees and suck in a sharp breath once they stand up.

“Hey, let me…”

“I’m fine,” Villain says, squaring their shoulders and walking toward the door like each step doesn’t send daggers of agony down their spine.

Hero’s stare weighs on their back, but neither of them says anything. Villain stops before the door and waits for Hero to crack it open and glance outside before following them out to the hallway.

Villain keeps their chin raised as they walk behind Hero, crossing hallways they have no permission to be crossing, hiding in the corners as henchmen walk through them, holding their breath when someone comes close then walks away.

Underneath the fake bravado though, they are a moment away from curling up on the ground and sobbing in terror.

If Supervillain finds them here, out of the room without permission after a punishment, they are going to be hurt. Really hurt, like they’ve never been before. Hero is going to die, probably. They might never be allowed to leave the base again – if they survive the punishment, that is.

This is where you belong, Villain dear. With me. And if you ever try to go, I’ll have to make sure you can never leave again, do you understand?

“Hey,” Hero mouths, pulling them to a stop behind a pillar. Villain blinks at them, trying to focus on the words being said now, not the ones in their memory. “They are probably minutes from finding out you’re gone. Or that I’m here. I’ll go divert some of the attention before they find us, okay? You stay here until I get back.”

Villain’s lips part as they shake their head, the motion minute, scared. Pleading. Please don’t leave me alone.

“I’ll be back in a second.”

And then Hero’s gone, and Villain’s left trembling, hiding as they try to focus on the noises around them instead of the rush of blood in their ears.

If anyone sees them here, what will they say? What will they do?

What if Hero doesn’t come back? What if they get caught? What if Villain gets caught?

Something sounds in the distance, the echo of a surprised cry reaching their ears. They flinch against the pillar, forcing shallow breaths in and out of their nose. More shouts follow the first one.

And then something else reaches their ears, closer, and Villain’s blood freezes in their veins.

“…what do you mean someone snuck in here?”

Villain’s hands are shaky when they press them over their lips. Sweat coats their palms as Villain slides to the floor in silence.

Supervillain.

“Someone go check on Villain, now. My darling is weak and alone, and I’ll kill whoever this is if they’ve touched my toy. I’ll go find the intruder in the meanwhile since you are all useless,” they snarl, the sound of soft apologies following their anger. Villain leans their head back against the pillar, eyes squeezed shut and breaths coming out in too-fast gasps.

Supervillain’s shoes hit the floor as they stomp away, each step sending a new shiver through Villain's body.

They can’t breathe quite right even after Supervillain’s gone and only distant curses sound around them. They are too shaky, too shocked to even lower their hands from their mouth.

That’s how Hero finds them again – hands pressed over their trembling lips, crouched against the pillar, fighting to draw in breath.

“What’s wrong?” Hero demands, kneeling in front of them.

Villain shakes their head, forcing their hands to lower and their lungs to expand.

“Where were you?” is all they reply, voice hoarse and frail.

“Blowing up a pipe,” Hero says, wary eyes looking Villain up and down. “What happened?”

“Supervillain,” Villain chokes out before Hero’s even finished the sentence. Then again, slower. “Supervillain knows you’re here. They sent someone to check on me.”

This is really happening, Villain thinks with a shudder. No turning back now.

“It’s okay, I left fake trails for them to follow that’ll lead them away from us,” Hero explains, helping Villain get up once again.

They stumble behind their nemesis, trying to shake off Supervillain’s rage from their mind.

If they don’t leave now, they won’t get a chance to do it later.

Still, it’s pure dread that pumps through Villain’s veins each time Hero pulls them to an empty room to wait for footsteps to run past them or behind old furniture to hide until the path is clear again.

But Villain doesn’t stop. They push through the fear and the uncertainty as they run, focusing on Hero’s determined stare and quick movements.

When Hero pulls them through another door, Villain isn’t ready for the sunlight that hits their eyes.

They blink at the sun only just rising, and a relieved sigh escapes their mouth.

“Almost there,” Hero nods, helping Villain down the fire escape.

They've just hit the ground when their world turns into fire.

Villain has their mouth open and a smirk tugging at the corner of their lips when electricity explodes from the collar, shooting lightning through their body and sending them down on their hands and knees, wiping away any trace of a half-formed smile from their face. A moment later, they are lying on the floor, endless waves of shock crashing over their nerves and making Villain scream.

It is agony. Pure, undiluted agony coursing through their veins as Villain’s eyes roll back and they sob, mindless pleads falling down their lips to whoever is listening, promises to be better and do better and please please please just make it stop–

“Not this time,” someone growls above them.

Villain only sobs harder.

It’s their fault, they shouldn’t have left, they’re sorry, so so sorry, please, it hurts too much and they can be good but dear lord it is too much they can’t take this, not this, not again–

Then, just as suddenly as it started, the pain is gone.

Villain is left panting and weeping on the asphalt, back burning from wounds that shouldn’t be open anymore, body still twitching with the aftershocks.

“Hey, hey, hey,” a soft voice calls, gentle fingers cupping Villain’s cheeks and turning them upwards. Hero blinks at them, something wild raging behind their eyes. “You with me? It’s done, it’s okay.”

They try to say something, beg for forgiveness or help, but all Villain can feel is a blow of fresh air hitting their throat.

Their eyes don’t take long to find their collar thrown to the side, torn in half by frantic hands.

“Y-y-you took… it off?” Villain pants, wide eyes locking into Hero’s.

“I promised I wouldn’t let them hurt you anymore.”

No. No no no no no, they can’t take the collar off.

“I, I I… I can’t take it off,” they whimper, heart hammering against their breastbone as Villain tries to reach for thorn leather.

“Hey, Villain look at me.”

They do. Right now, with pain all around them and fear taking over their thoughts, there’s no room to disobey an order, even if it comes from Hero.

“We are out, you are not there anymore and you never have to wear that thing again, do you hear me?”

“But…”

“No. No buts, you are out of that place. Just a little bit more and we can stop to rest, alright?”

Villain lets Hero help them stand up, too stunned to fight them even when they stagger and Hero scoops them up in their arms before Villain can tumble back to the ground.

From their old enemy’s arms, running away from the only place they’ve ever known, they watch someone open a window on the highest floor. A moment later, a known face appears there.

They can’t see right, not from this far, but they can still feel Supervillain’s rage as they watch Hero take Villain away. They can still feel their eyes stuck to them even when Hero turns a corner and their team surrounds them both before guiding them somewhere else.

They can also still feel pain everywhere, so Villain closes their eyes and lets the movement of Hero’s fast steps take away the fear until all they feel is the bare skin of their neck and the fresh hope in their heart.

“We did it,” Hero pants above them, holding Villain closer to their chest. “I got you out Villain, I got you out.”

“Supervillain will come for me,” they whisper back.

“They can try,” is Hero’s only answer, laced in fury.

They will, Villain knows. Supervillain will come for them, and that is as true as the wind blowing their hair back when they get to the heroes' base, still in Hero’s arms.

Villain doesn’t know what happens now – they are still a villain after all, they won't be welcomed among the heroes. But Supervillain isn’t here, not yet, and there is no collar around their neck, and for the first time in forever, the uncertainty feels like hope, not fear.

The uncertainty feels like choices, waiting to be made. And Villain feels more than ready to make as many of them as they can.

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tagging @ethandoesthings247 @purple-heart-s @killtheprotagonist @aelin-whitethorngalathynius @insaneinthepaingame @ladygwennn @burtlederp @despairdragon

[iheartcake123]

☁️change-yoon gwi-nam☁️

a/n: hii, thank you all for enjoying this fic series. i had a lot of fun writing it!! also know i write in 2nd person now but this was written before the switch so yeah💀 also i hope this first ending is satisfactory but if not there will be another ending so keep an eye out lmao

warnings: zombies, blood, cursing and death

Masterlist

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4

Part 5 (ending 1)

-3rd person p.o.v-

y/n roamed the hallways, zombies all around her as she let the tears in her eyes freely fall.

she was so conflicted about gwi-nam.

on the one hand she wanted to believe he would change but his action showed that he wouldn’t.

she made her way up to the rooftop and began knocking on the door.

“guys open up! it’s me” she said loudly and a minute later the door opened.

everyone stared at y/n with wide eyes as she ran to hug nam-ra who hadn’t turned either.

“you’re alive” nam-ra whispered as y/n hugged her back.

“yeah and so are you..you’re like me right?” y/n asked nam-ra and she nodded.

“i thought you were dead!” cheong-san yelled before running up and hugging y/n aswell.

soon everyone was now hugging her and she couldn’t stop smiling.

“you guys, did any helicopters come? are they coming to save us?” y/n then asked and everyone fell silent.

“they left us, they saw us and they left us” on-jo then said and y/n sighed.

“oh..well we can survive by ourselves right? we’ve made it so far” y/n tried to make everyone feel better but it was clear that it didn’t work.

rain slowly began to fall and y/n smiled feeling the water on her face but as soon as the sound of thunder erupted y/n fell to her knees.

she held her hands over her ears and held back tears.

her ears killed her.

cheong-san noticed this and ran to her side, he placed a hand on her shoulder as she kept her hands over her ears.

“what’s wrong?” he asked and y/n could barely answer.

“the thunder- its hurting my ears” she just managed to say as she closed her eyes.

“here, use this to cover your ears” cheong-san then took of his tie and tied it on y/n’s head like a headband but with her ears completely covered.

“thank you… i probably look so weird though” y/n then let out a small smile and cheong-sam shook his head before letting out a chuckle.

“you look fine” he smiled and as another sound of thunder erupted he suddenly got an idea.

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y/n smiled before accepting dae-su’ hand. he helped her up and they both were going to stay with each other when trying to get out of the school.

“don’t worry y/n. i’ll protect you with my strong muscles” he made his voice extra deep as y/n nodded holding back a laugh.

“y/n, you’ll stay near us right?” cheong-san asked as he and on-jo looked at y/n and dae-su.

“of course” she smiled and walked to stand with them, dae-su making sure to follow closely behind.

as they made their way down the stairs, y/n had to hold back her groans and winces of pain as each time there was thunder.

it wasn’t as bad as before but it still hurt.

as y/n kept walking, that’s when she began to hear screams and banging.

it took her a second but she soon realised ied who it was.

gwi-nam.

he sounded like he was in a lot of pain and a part of her desperately wanted to go look for him and comfort him.

nam-ra turned to look at her and y/n gulped as nam-ra shook her head.

indicating to her that she shouldn’t go after him.

it was difficult but she continued to ignore his screams as they made their way out of the school.

“where’s ji-min and where’s hyo-ryeong?” y/n looked around and saw two of her friends missing.

in an instance she left dae-su’ side and ran back in the direction they were. wujin also followed and they both went to help hyo-ryeong who had fallen on the floor with ji-min no where to be seen.

“quickly” y/n said letting go of her friend to push away a zombie.

she wasn’t at her strongest but she did her best to save her friends.

as another sound of thunder erupted she flinched unable to keep herself steady.

that one really hurt.

luckily before the zombie could stand up, an arrow went right through its head.

“ha-ri” wujin said in disbelief.

it was his sister.

y/n stood up and saw the seniors making their way towards them.

“go!” ha-ri urged the juniors to leave and y/n nodded before going to help push one of the seniors.

“this way” y/n called out as she guided them to the auditorium.

as they entered, y/n wiped her face to remove the water but she paused once she sensed their was danger.

“run away” nam-ra said and as lightning lit up the auditorium a bunch of zombies turned and started running towards the group.

y/n quickly pushed away a zombie as it approached the senior closest to her and before being able to help the rest of her friends, she felt her hand being pulled and led out the front doors of the auditorium.

“this way” the senior said as she was pulled along.

they both ran as fast as they could until they reached the schools sports hall.

“we should be safe here” the senior closed the doors and curtains.

y/n nodded.

she hoped her friends were okay.

“what’s your name?” the senior asked putting his bow down and sitting on the cold floor.

“y/n, what’s yours?” she answered now also going to sit on the floor.

“min-jae” he answered and y/n nodded.

she didn’t really feel like talking.

“your friends..they’ll be fine” he then said “ha-ri is with them and she’s fucking strong”

y/n smiled before closing her eyes as lightning struck again.

“are you okay?” min-jae asked shuffling closer to y/n.

“yeah, im just…uh sensitive to sounds” y/n told him, unsure if she should reveal that she’s half zombie.

“well we need to think of a plan to regroup with everyone else” min-jae began as y/n looked at him, suddenly her mind was blank and her throat burned.

she was hungry and watched as min-jae’ neck was exposed as he continued to explain what he thinks they should do.

a low sound left y/n as she leaped forward, to grab him and bite his neck.

thankfully, she came to her senses and bit down on the inside of her cheek instead of his neck.

“oh, what are you doing?” min-jae stated as he stayed frozen as y/n was still holding his arms as her face was close to his neck.

y/n swallowed the blood she felt that was in her mouth and sat backwards.

“sorry, i just-i don’t know why i did that” she apologised, stopping her hands from shaking.

she couldn’t believe she almost took a chunk out of min-jae.

“it’s okay, you probably wanted a hug right? it’s probably tough for you” min-jae awkwardly said and y/n just nodded her head.

she couldn’t think of any other excuse.

“so, do you want that hug?” min-jae then offered and y/n didn’t know what to say.

“sure..” she then gulped and they both shared a long hug.

y/n didn’t realise she needed it but she did.

tears brimmed her eyes as she began to process what she had become because of gwi-nam.

when min-jae pulled away he cleared his throat.

“let’s get some sleep and then form a plan to get out of here in the morning” he then laid down on the cold sports hall floor.

y/n didn’t feel the need to sleep but she decided to lie down anyway.

she had a lot to think about.

when the morning arrived y/n and min-jae began to sort out some extra arrows and a weapon for y/n. they were going to attempt to regroup with everyone else.

“im just going to look in some of the closets if there’s anything else..i know it’s probably empty and all at the auditorium but it won’t hurt to check, especially since archery practice was done here” y/n said to min-jae, who nodded as y/n walked into one of the closets.

as she looked around, the familiar smell of gwi-nam hit her nose as well as his and min-jae’s voices.

“why do you smell like her?” gwi-nam’ voice was low as she heard min-jae groan slightly.

“smell like who?” he answered back.

“why do you smell like all of them?!” gwi-nam then yelled and y/n felt her heart beat fast.

“what do you mean?” min-jae’ voice was shaking slightly.

“you smell like y/n and cheong-san”

that’s when y/n decided that she needed to make her presence known.

she stepped out of the closet and immediately gwi-nam turned his head. a smirk on his face.

“ah my dear y/n…ive been looking for you” he shoved min-jae to the floor before walking up to her “we have some unfinished business”

gwi-nam leaned down and kissed her temple.

y/n closed her eyes before pushing him away from her.

“i don’t think we do” she looked at the floor and gwi-nam raised an eyebrow.

he then let out a chuckle.

“you know we do” he then walked back to min-jae who was stood looking at the two confused.

“you’re hungry, right?” gwi-nam grabbed min-jae by his collar before dragging him over to y/n.

“gwi-nam just stop it!” y/n said loudly as gwi-nam kept his hold on min-jae.

“you’re hungry, so eat” gwi-nam then threw min-jae in her direction.

min-jae stumbled forward and y/n quickly held onto him as she did her best to shield him with her figure.

“leave him alone…you told me you’d change gwi-nam yet here we are again” y/n looked at gwi-nam up and down.

“i am changed…i can tell by how you’re acting that you’re hungry so i just offered you some food” he shrugged in response stepping closer.

“y/n let’s get out of here. that bastard is crazy” min-jae whispered thinking gwi-nam wouldn’t hear.

“call me a bastard again and i’ll kill you” gwi-nam warned earning a gulp in fear from min-jae.

“i told you stop!” y/n was starting to get frustrated.

“he called me a fucking bastard, im only defending myself!” gwi-nam dramatically responded “now y/n take me to see lee cheong-san. i want his eye”

gwi-nam grabbed her and despite her trying to get out of his grip. she just couldn’t get him off of her.

min-jae noticed this and it pissed him off. y/n was his friend now and gwi-nam wouldn’t let go of her.

“let her go, you crazy bastard” min-jae went to grab gwi-nam’ hand but before he could gwi-nam had already let go and went for his arm instead.

gwi-nam twisted min-jae’ arm before looking at him with tired eyes.

“i told you not to call me a fucking bastard” gwi-nam then opened his mouth and clamped down his arm as min-jae let out a scream.

y/n was too shocked to react. her hands flew over her mouth in horror as gwi-nam chewed on the flesh before spitting it out to the side.

“i warned you, didn’t i?” gwi-nam let min-jae fall to the floor in pain as he wiped his mouth covered in blood.

min-jae looked at y/n with frightened eyes before using his head to motion to the fire exit door. he wanted y/n to run away. she sent him a sad but small nod before looking at gwi-nam again.

“y-you’re a-” she couldn’t finish her sentence and gwi-nam sighed as a smile tugged at his face.

“not you too, you think im a-” he began but was cut off as min-jae tackled gwi-nam to the floor.

“y/n, run!” min-jae yelled and with no hesitation she sprinted towards the exit and towards the construction site.

she hated that she left behind min-jae but he was bitten and wanted her to escape. so she did.

the construction site is where she could smell her friends.

but if she could smell them, then that also meant gwi-nam would smell them.

she followed the scents until she got to the top floor and onto the scaffolding. surely enough her friends were there but they were in the position to attack.

“it’s just me guys, don’t worry” y/n quickly said and they all relaxed.

“y/n!” cheong-san sighed in relief putting his bat down and going to help her over onto the scaffolding.

“im so glad you’re all okay” y/n said but she then realised that joon-yeong was gone “wait where’s joon-yeong?”

dae-su frowned and that was confirmation that he didn’t make it.

“what about min-jae? is he okay?” ha-ri then asked but y/n sadly shook her head.

everyone fell silent for a while and then y/n spoke up again.

“you guys…you need to-” she began but stopped talking after she heard a radio transmission that was in the distance.

nam-ra turned to y/n to confirm that she was also hearing it.

y/n nodded.

they were going to blow up specific parts of the city to stop the spread of the virus.

after informing the rest of the group, everyone began to try and think of ways to escape to get somewhere safe as the school was a target.

“we can do it, we just need to get past the mountain” su-hyeok suggested and everyone nodded.

“we can try to make it down-” cheong-san began to speak but was cut off.

by yoon gwi-nam.

“lee cheong-san!” gwi-nam yelled and everyone froze.

“i knew it” y/n whispered to herself. she knew he’d find them.

“was that gwi-nam?” su-hyeok raised and eyebrow.

“why doesn’t that asshole just die” dae-su sighed as cheong-san tiptoed to try and have a look.

the plastic covering where a window should be was abruptly pulled back revealing a smiling gwi-nam.

“there you are” he grinned at cheong-san before sending y/n a wink.

cheong-san raised his bat to swing it at gwi-nam but gwi-nam managed to stop him causing him to drop the bat.

gwi-nam daily jumped over and onto the scaffolding. he fought with cheong-san and held him over the edge.

y/n debated on whether she should intervene, if she attempted to stop gwi-nam there was a chance cheong-san would definitely fall over the edge.

as she opened her mouth to speak gwi-nam, pulled cheong-san back in before biting his arm.

an evil grin was on gwi-nam’ face as he looked at everyones reactions.

for once, cheong-san was helpless.

and so were y/n and her friends.

a loud sound filled y/n’s ears as she groaned before covering them.

cheong-san noticed how gwi-nam was also affected by the sound and used the opportunity to push him off of the scaffolding.

“cheong-san!” on-jo called before running to the injured boy.

eventually the noise quieted down and y/n returned back to normal. a frown on her face as she saw on-jo crying while cheong-san spoke with her.

“after they’re done, we should all leave..cheong-san can come too” y/n smiled lightly after noticing how low the mood was.

she was holding onto the hole that he was maybe a hambie too.

“like he’d even come with us..he’d be too scared of turning and hurting one of us. he has a big heart” su-hyeok sighed.

“i’ll draw the zombies away so that you can all escape” cheong-san announced as on-jo held onto him.

everyone reluctantly nodded and y/n stepped forward to grab on-jo away from cheong-san.

she shook her head wrapping him in another hug as cheong-san made his way to jump back inside.

“no! stop!” on-jo cried but y/n held her back, also crying.

“today i am…the happiest guy in this school!” cheong-san’ voice could be heard as he yelled.

he was leading the zombies away.

once the coast was clear. everyone began to make their way out to get over the mountain.

a pit grew in y/n’s stomach as she could smell gwi-nam again.

she knew he’d be after cheong-san.

which meant he’d also get killed in the blast.

almost every fibre in y/n’s body told her to just leave him behind but her heart said different.

she still liked him a lot and didn’t want him to die.

“su-hyeok take on-jo and keep her safe” y/n let go of on-jo’ hand and su-hyeok nodded taking her hand.

“y/n don’t. he’s not worth it” nam-ra knew what y/n was going to do but she sighed.

“i have to…i’ve lost too many people and there’s a chance he’ll finally change and there’s a chance that cheong-san is-” y/n sighed with a frown unable to finish her sentence “ just look, promise i’ll be back. okay?”

nam-ra wasn’t happy about it but she nodded, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to change y/n’s mind.

y/n smiled before ushering her friends to leave as soon as possible before running inside the construction site again.

she used her hearing to follow the sounds and she used her smell to also find them.

eventually y/n got to cheong-san who was out of breath from running.

“y/n what are you still doing here? where is everyone are they out?” cheong-san breathed hard and y/n nodded.

“don’t worry, they all got out. cheong-san please come as well there’s a chance that you could be like me” y/n went to grab cheong-san’ arm but he pulled back shaking his head.

“no..i have to stay here and die. i need to stop gwi-nam and-”

cheong-san was cut off after they heard gwi-nam.

“give me your eye!” gwi-nam yelled, quickly taking a glance at y/n before running towards cheong-san.

cheong-san did his best to fight gwi-nam but he was too strong. cheong-san was now on the floor, y/n ran to his side to help him up.

“aish. y/n you’re always helping the asshole” gwi-nam complained as he scratched his head.

“you know? you’ll always be a loser and a coward. you’re a gopher and the only reason you’re after me is because you don’t want me to expose that you murdered the principal” cheong-san looked at gwi-nam before standing up.

“i will never be scared of you” cheong-san then threw dust from the floor in the direction of gwi-nam and he held his eyes in pain as he tried to locate cheong-san.

the two started fighting again, punching, kicking and even stabbing.

y/n didn’t know what to do.

it was only when gwi-nam had pressed in cheong-san’ one eye, where she finally got the courage to step in.

with all her power she grabbed onto gwi-nam and pulled him off of cheong-san.

she pushed him to the side before quickly making sure cheong-san was okay.

he was groaning in pain while holding his face in his hands.

he was out of it.

god she should’ve stepped in sooner.

after grabbing into gwi-nam y/n pushed him so that she was stood in between so that her full attention to gwi-nam and so that he couldn’t get to cheong-san again.

“gwi-nam for the last time please stop this…you got what you want so just stop being evil” y/n felt tears prickle her eyes.

gwi-nam rubbed his eyes to get out the left overs from the dust.

he didn’t say anything in response except for stare at y/n.

“i like you yoon gwi-nam. i like you a lot. remember before when you told me that if i liked you back then you’d change…well i do. i like you a lot” y/n then admitted holding back her tears “and im not just saying it. gosh, i even came back here for you because i care for you. they’re going to kill every zombie at the school”

y/n looked at gwi-nam’ face, there was a tear rolling down his face.

suddenly gwi-nam’ expression changed and it was like someone had flicked a switch. gwi-nam looked down at his hands covered in dirt and blood.

“what have i done?” he muttered to himself before looking at y/n who was wiping away her tears.

“im sorry” he whispered realising his actions “y/n it’s too late..you need to go”

he stepped forward and placed a hand on y/n’ cheek.

“no..i won’t leave without you or cheong-san” y/n held onto his arm and he nodded his head.

“okay..you go first then. get to your other friends, i’ll come in a bit with cheong-san once he’s feels better” gwi-nam gulped but y/n didn’t notice his slightly shaken hands as he placed his hands on either side of her face.

“make sure you get out safely okay? take my jacket” gwi-nam then removed his jacket and placed it on her shoulders as he ushered her in the direction of the exit.

y/n nodded, and made her way out.

“and y/n” gwi-nam called out so she turned down and looked at him “i love you”

she let out a smile before properly pulling the jacket onto her body and zipping it up.

she then picked up her pace as she went to catch up with the rest of her friends.

gwi-nam nervously turned to cheong-san who was still on the floor in pain, not understanding what was happening.

“cheong-san come on” gwi-nam went to help him up but cheong-san pushed him away as he continued to hold his eye.

as a loud sound erupted gwi-nam held his head letting out a scream.

it was too late.

——————————————————————————

y/n ran as fast as she could towards the direction of where her friends were.

“guys i-“ she yelled but then fell to the floor as she heard a loud sound causing her to wince in pain.

she lifted her head to see the aftermath as flames of fire could be seen in the distance.

“no..” y/n whispered to herself raising a now shaking hand up to her lips as she fought back her tears.

gwi-nam and cheong-san were gone.

there was no way they could’ve made it out alive.

“y/n!” nam-ra called before running to her “are you okay?”

“gwi-nam and cheong-san,they’re…” y/n started her sentence but was unable to finish it as nam-ra wrapped her arms around y/n comforting the now crying girl.

*3 months later*

“they’re gone” nam-ra placed a hand on y/n’s shoulder as she put down a white flower on the floor in the damaged construction site.

“i know..i just wish they weren’t” y/n smiled sadly as gwi-nam’ face appeared in her head “especially gwi-nam”

y/n slipped her hands into her jacket pockets.

she still wore the jacket he had given her.

it was the last thing she had of him.

and it it reminded her of how he managed to finally change.

[avoverud]

here's my hot cobert summer writing challenge product!

i'm going on vacation for a few days, but hopefully i'll find some time to organize the finished product of everyone's work. in the meantime, take mine <3

i had a headcanon once for pre-canon cobert, i never did get to writing more than just a synopsis, but i decided that i was going to be productive for once in my life and actually have it written down. so here we are :)

my prompt was "saying i love you breathlessly", to be honest it's not so much a prompt as me sticking the word breathlessly into the love confession but um.

and i decided to have some fun with the ending and see if anyone noticed :D

HAPPY.

Robert sighed, standing in his dressing room. A cold, biting wind whispered across the sky, and the rain went pitter-patter against the windows. The atmosphere itself felt heavy, something the viscount did not appreciate. It felt like the weather was mocking him.

Couldn’t it just pretend that everything was fine? 

Robert certainly was.

His life so far had not been the most.. satisfactory, what with his mother grilling him every time she saw him, and Rosamund giving him looks when they passed each other in the candlelit corridors. Mainly his mother. And of course it was all about his new wife. She was quite the talk of the town. Cora this, Cora that.

He envied Cora, just a little bit. She didn’t have to sit through lecture after lecture about how they were dependent on Americans now, and oh my was this the best course of action, and oh well at least they could save the estate. 

But she wasn’t happy. He could tell, and it hurt him every day seeing her struggling to fit into the mold society (and his mother) had set. She didn’t deserve that. But what else could he give her?

It was funny how a four letter word could describe her when no other adjectives could. It was funny how a four letter word could encapsulate someone like her, could sound so foreign yet so perfect when it was spoken. 

Cora.

She was so beautiful, the room seemed to light up whenever she entered. He already knew he loved her, had loved her for while, however improper it was to say it. He just wanted to be with her without anyone glancing surreptitiously their way. He just wanted to hear her laugh, that was all, to tell her that he loved her. But he couldn’t. 

It was ridiculous and he knew it. But deep inside, he felt like he had cheated her out of something. That he hadn’t earned her love, because he hadn’t. That maybe if she knew the truth when he had courted her, she wouldn’t have married him. Someone like Cora deserved better than him. And so he pushed her away.

Suddenly realizing that he was still in his dressing room, Robert pushed open the door to the hall and headed downstairs, his hand trailing lightly on the banister. One day this would all be his. His and Cora’s.

Passing through the Great Hall, Robert opened the door to the library. Not that he expected to see anyone, of course. 

But there she was, and his heart did the funny little jump it did every time his eyes met hers.

“Oh!” said Cora, looking up from her book. Yes, she was very beautiful, Robert thought. Even in the shadow that the rainclouds cast, she seemed to glow.

“I hope I’m not disturbing you,” he replied, briskly. “I’ve just come to get a book.” Well. Not really.

Cora’s gaze trailed him to the desk, where he stopped.

“..Do you remember what occasion tomorrow is?” she asked, a little hesitantly. Robert turned to face her, lifting an eyebrow.

“Well, it can’t be your birthday,” he said, half-heartedly. “And it’s not a holiday, I don’t think. No, I don’t remember.” It was no wonder that he didn’t, with everything happening so fast these past months. It was probably just a special guest coming over to dine with them. “Tell me, then.”

“It’s our anniversary,” Cora said, putting on a small smile, trying to hide the sting of disappointment. 

The words seemed to hang in the air.

Upset that he had forgotten, Robert’s next words slipped out of his mouth. “It doesn’t matter much, anyways.” I should not have said that.

Cora stared at him in disbelief. “It doesn’t?” she questioned, not really wanting to hear the answer.

“Well, everyone thinks I only married you for your money.”

“And did you?”

The question was inevitable, wasn’t it? The answer was even more so. He knew, she knew, but they had left those words unspoken. And now what was he supposed to say? It was one of those decisions he knew he would regret before he even made it, but he did it anyways. “I suppose, but-”

The book Cora had been reading clattered to the ground as she stood up, facing him. Tears filling her eyes, she fled from the room. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t stay there, not with the emotions that were flooding the room, spilling onto her. She couldn’t stay to see the expression on his face.

She needed air.

Then it was silence. A terrible, heavy silence that made Robert feel sick. Expecting to hear the sound of Cora’s door slam, he glanced back out the window for a second. His eyes widened in shock.

Cora was running down the path, her hair twisting in the wind. The raindrops shattered on the pebbles around her, glittering like pearls in her hair.

I don’t understand, Robert thought, his hand pressed against the glass. And all of a sudden, his feet were taking him into the hall, past the front doors, into the rain, to somehow set this right, whatever it took. It was too late to go back now.

The rain sloshed around him as he raced across the gravel path. She had stopped, standing there, beautiful in a sad way. He couldn’t bear it, he couldn’t, wouldn’t let her be sad. Not anymore.

He realized that maybe, just maybe, there was something he could give her.

“Cora?” he whispered, when he had reached her at last. “Are you alright?”

She laughed, taking a breath before replying. “I’m sorry,” was the first thing she said. “I shouldn’t have done that.” She bit her lip slightly, turning her head away. “It’s not been the best year, has it?”

“No, it hasn’t,” Robert admitted. “But you shouldn’t be sorry. I should be.” He couldn’t stop himself from rambling on. “That you were so unhappy. For bringing you here.” His gaze dropped to the ground.

Cora’s cheeks were flushed from the cold as she studied the expression on his face. When she finally, spoke, it was with that familiar lilt in her tone. “I’m not sorry you did, Robert.”

And oh, the emotions that seemed to rush to his head. He wasn’t even quite sure what she had just said to him, because at the moment everything seemed to be spinning. But he didn’t care, not as long as she was here. And she didn’t blame him for everything.

He told her, somehow he did, and he meant it with all his heart.

“I love you, Cora,” he told her, breathlessly.

She was silent, the raindrops coming down even harder now. Her blue eyes caught his for what seemed like forever.

“Cora? This might sound silly, but- you- we- we will be happy, won’t we?”

It was freezing, but neither of them could feel it. The rumble of thunder was distant as Cora laughed. “Very, very happy.”

And as Robert leaned down to press his lips to hers, maybe they weren’t the three words that he had so desperately wanted to hear these past few months. But he believed them, all the same.

[padme-parker]

Mizpah // the darkling x f!reader // ch 3

summary: After finally meeting the darkling, the two of you have a one on one conversation. It seems like Mal and Alina also have one. An offer is made to you, one that you could simply not deny

A/N: Please read this before continuing-- From here on, the rest of the fic will most likely be following the book series instead of the show. However there will be some aspects of the show woven in! Also I know the beginning of this chapter doesn’t line up with what happened in ch 2 but its whatever. for the sake of the story, the timeline is going to be dragged out for as long as possible <3 

I also made a playlist, give it a look :))

As Mal walks with the guard towards the room the General had directed for him to wait in, he hears his name being called out. His heart pounds at the sound of Alina’s familiar voice. He turned around, her face being split by a giant smile. Alina runs toward him, engulfing him in a hug, her arms around his neck.

“What’re you doing here?” She asked

“Hell if I know.” Mal said with a weariness that Alina hadn’t expected. “I had a report to make to your master.”

“My what?” There was confusion on her face before a grin took its place. “You and y/n were the ones who found Morozova’s herd. I should’ve known, the two best trackers in all of Ravka.” Alina knew something was off. Mal couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes, where had all the excitement he had felt earlier gone?

“I should go.”

“What do you mean? You just got here.” The sun summoner could feel something topple over in her, all of the anger and embarrassment that she had built up. All the letters she had sent, but never gotten a reply to. All the times she had hoped Mal would come and find her, yet when he finally did, he was just going to leave again. “You know what, sorry. I didn’t realize I was wasting your time.” She sneered, the love in her eyes now replaced with animosity.

“I didn’t say that.” He argued.

“No, no, I understand. You can’t be bothered to answer my letters. Why would you want to stand here talking to me, while y/n is waiting saints knows where.” Mal’s mood shifted into one of confusion.

“I didn’t get any letters.” He whispered.

“Yeah right.” She replied angrily. Mal sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

“We have to move constantly to track the herd. My unit is barely in contact with the regiment anymore.” Mal was tired of arguing with Alina. He had come to see one of his bestest friends, he didn’t expect for it to end like this.

Alina hesitates for a second to look at Mal, noticing how much he has changed since she was taken from the Darklings tent. He was no longer the Mal she knew, something had happened to him since the months she had been gone. His eyes were colder, his posture was one of somebody who was always on alert.

“You didn’t get any of my letters?” She uttered, feeling the ends of her heart fraying. He shook his head, she could tell his mind was elsewhere now, a distant look in his expression.

“Mal, I..” She hesitated. “Can’t you stay a little while longer?” She pleaded. She hated the fact that she had to do so just to spend time with him. “You can’t imagine what it’s been like here.” He lets out a laugh, one riddled with sarcasm.

“I don’t need to imagine. I saw your little demonstration in the ballroom. Very impressive.” He sneered.

“You saw me?”

“Yes, both y/n and I got a glimpse of you.” He paused, trying to search for the right words. “Do you know how worried I’ve been about you? How worried we were? Y/n was stationed near the southern borders and when she came looking for us she was so worried. She didn’t know what happened to you and neither did I. I couldn’t tell her the truth because I had no what they’d done to you! We had no way to reach you. Did you know that there were rumors that you were being tortured?” The words left his mouth in a quivering mess. “When we had heard of the opportunity to see you once more, we took it. We did it for you, Alina.”

“Really?” She tried to believe Mal, why would he come looking for her when he could be with anyone else. After all of these years, she had become so used to his indifference.

“Yes.” He hissed. “And here you are, safe and sound. Dancing and flirting like some cosseted little princess-”

“Don’t sound so disappointed.” She snapped. “I’m sure the Darkling can arrange for a rack or some hot coals if that would make you feel better” Mal scowled and stepped away from her. She couldn’t believe that they were fighting. Alina lays her hand on one of his arms and feels it tense below her, yet he doesn’t pull away.

“Mal, I can’t help the way things are here. I didn’t ask for any of this!” He looks at her and then looks away, some of the tension leaving his body.

“I know you didn’t.” The weariness in his voice came back, making Alina remove her hand from his arm. “What happened to you Mal?” She whispered. Mal chose to say nothing, staring into the darkness of the hall. She lays her hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble on her palm. She turns his face until his eyes meet hers.

“I can’t…” She lets her fingertips wander to the scar on his jaw.

“Genya can fix this, she can..” She knows she said the wrong thing when Mal takes a step back.

“I don’t need fixing” He snapped. Snatching Alina’s hand from where it had just been seconds before.

“I didn’t mean..”

“Are you happy here, Alina?” The question took her by surprise.

“I don’t know… sometimes…”

“Are you happy here? With him?” Alina didn’t have to ask who Mal meant. She didn’t know what to say.

“You're wearing his symbol. His colors.” He observed, his eyes glancing at the gold charm hanging on her neck.

“They’re just clothes.” She tried to convince him, quite possibly herself too.

“You and I both know that they’re more than just clothes.”

“What difference does it make what I wear?”

“The clothes, the jewels.” He spat. “Even the way you look. He’s all over you!” The words hit her like a slap. She takes her hand from his tight embrace and crosses it over her chest.

“It’s not like that.” She said, avoiding his gaze. Mal could see right through her, he could see the flush that had started to form when he had mentioned the Darkling.

“I saw how he looked at you Alina!”

“I like how he looks at me!” She shouted, a malicious smile forming on Mal’s face.

“Just admit it,” He sneered. “He owns you.”

“He owns you too, Mal.” She bit back. “He owns us all.” The smile falling from his face.

“No, he doesn’t.” He said fiercely. “Not me. Not y/n. Not ever.”

“Oh really? Don’t you have someplace to be? Don’t you have orders to follow?” Mal stands up straight, his face cold and devoid of any emotions.

“Yes, I did. My orders were to wait for you to be taken to me. But I think I found what I’ve been looking for.” He turned sharply and walked out, leaving Alina to her thoughts. She finally lets the tears fall down her cheeks, her body coursing with anger and heartbreak. For months she had dreamt of the day where she would be able to see Mal again. She had spent her whole lifetime chasing after him, but she knew now it was time to let him go.

-

THE DARKLING walks closer to you, while you stay propped up next to the door. You fidget with your hair, moving it to one side as he inches closer and closer until he is a few feet away from you. You anticipated his next moves, he brings his hand to you neck and strokes it.

“Your bleeding.” It seems like Genya had nicked you after all. “Here, let me.” He offered, taking a cloth from his pocket and gently wiping the small amount of blood away. His other hand resting at the nape of your neck for stability. You watched his eyes as he concentrated on his actions. You prayed to the saints that he couldn’t hear the incredibly fast pace your heart was beating at.

“So, what did you need to speak to me about.” You questioned. Deeming his work satisfactory, he takes a step back. Tucking the bloodied cloth back into his kefta.

“Have you eaten yet?” He asked.

“What?” Some of the excitement inside of you had deflated.

“It must’ve been a long ride from Kribirsk, I’m sure you're starving.” He calls out for one of the oprichniki outside of his doors and orders them to bring dinner for the two of us.

“I appreciate the gesture, sir. But surely that’s not why you wanted me to stay behind.”

“No, you’re right. Take a seat.” He points to a smaller table, one that hadn’t been occupied by maps and war strategies. It was a rectangular table, both seats facing the window that had shown the view of the lake. You walked towards the table and took a seat. The moonlight glimmered off of the lake, making you smile. He places a lantern in the middle of the table, assuring that you were not going to eat in the dark. In one swift motion, he sits right next to you, his body angled towards yours. “How do you know Alina?”

“We grew up together.” He looked at you, pressing for more details. “In an orphanage in Keramzin.” You were interrupted by a knock, the food had finally arrived. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until the smell of roasted lamb had made your mouth water. “Is that roasted lamb? It’s my favorite!” The Darkling shot you a smile, motioning for you to dig in.

“I was alone until Alina and Mal had come in.” You said between bites. “I never knew my parents. Ana Kuya said I had just turned up one day on the doorsteps, wrapped in nothing but a blanket. I used to get bullied, but when they showed up, they started picking on Mal too. Alina, being the great person she is, defended us both.” A smile made its way onto your lips as you reminisced about your youth. “From then, the three of us were like peas in a pod. We were never seen without each other. That was until we joined the First Army. Alina and Mal had been stationed near Kribirsk while I was down south in Caryeva. We rarely got to see each other.” The Darkling watched as you shoveled the food into your mouth. His hands clasped together, resting on his lap as he listened intently.

“Are you not going to eat?” You pointed the knife in your hand at his plate.

“No, it’s for you.” He replied, pushing the plate closer to you. You squinted your eyes, bewildered by the movement.

“What do you want from me?” The words had left your mouth before you could think, “Sorry, I..” Truly, what would the darkling want from someone like me? Someone who wasn’t like him. You thought to yourself.

“Stay. I want you to stay at the palace.” He announced, his request shocking you to the core. “..Alina needs a friend here, someone she knows and is familiar with. Someone she is comfortable around.”

“What about Mal?” You set down the fork and knife, forgetting about the food.

“He is welcome to stay too.” A quiet and hesitant knock is heard after he finishes speaking. He calls out for the person, allowing them to enter. “Ah, Alina. We were just talking about you.” He motions for her to come to the table.

She gingerly walks over to you, her arms crossed over her chest. “What about me?” She asked.

“I’ve invited our friend here, y/n, to stay at the palace. Your friend, Mal, may stay too.”

“He won’t be staying here.” She sniffled, a sarcastic laugh leaving her lips.

“What? Why?” You inquired.

“He left.” She explained. You knew she was leaving out some details. Just mere hours ago, Mal had been ecstatic to see her again. Yet now he was gone? Something wasn’t adding up. You’d pester her later about it when you weren’t in the presence of the Darkling.

“My offer to you still stands, y/n. You may stay, granted that you take residence in this hall.” Alina tried to hide her shock, no one had ever stayed in the Darkling’s hall. He had it all to himself. She didn’t even know there were other rooms near his. “If you are to stay here at the Little Palace as a guest, then I’ll need to be able to keep an eye on you just in case something happens.”

You give yourself some time to decide. You had duties to attend to, you and Mal had to track the stag. However, given that the two of you had pinpointed it’s location, there wasn’t much left to do. What the Darkling was offering you had been everything you’d dreamt of. If you stayed you wouldn’t have to wait days just to bathe. You wouldn’t have to starve anymore.

“How long would I stay?”

“For as long as Alina likes.” He said. You turned to Alina, asking if this had been the right choice for you. She gives you an eager nod.

“Fine. I’ll stay for Alina.” You look at her again, taking note of the color of her kefta. She was wearing his colors, which could possibly mean one thing. “Are you two together?” Alina’s eyes widen with humility while the Darkling lets out a brief laugh.

“Sorry for her behaviour. She just doesn’t know how to shut her trap.” She moved from where she was leaning against the table and pinched your arm. Her playful glare made you giggle. She opens her mouth to talk again.

“No, we aren’t.” The Darkling answered for her. He noticed the frown on her face, sending her a tight lipped smile, signalling that they would talk later. “You must be tired. Let me show you to your quarters. Alina, stay here.” He motioned for you to follow. Alina watched as the two of you left the war room, a sigh leaving her lips.

You followed him for a few paces before he stopped in front of a door. “Your room is right across from mine if you ever need anything. However I think everything you need is already there.” He replied. You waited around, wondering what was to happen next. He nodded his head towards the door, allowing you to enter. The room had been dark, no lanterns had been lit up due to the room being unoccupied. The Darkling called for an inferni. One came over quickly, lighting up the candles and lanterns as quickly as she could. The room was quite similar to Alina’s, the only difference being that most of the furniture had his symbol engraved on it. Had this room once belonged to his lover? You were too afraid to ask, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. “I’ll be back in the morning to give you a proper tour of the palace. Until then, get some rest.” Without bidding you goodbye, the Darkling left to go speak with Alina.

Without wasting a second, you ran towards the tub, drawing yourself a warm bath. It had been so long since you had been able to bathe by yourself. You’d gotten used to bathing with the other female soldiers that you had forgotten had relaxing it could be. You wash all the accumulated dirt and grime from your body along with your hair. Feeling the water begin to grow cold, you reach for a robe before heading towards the dresser.

It’s contents were luxurious. Many gorgeous dresses, all varying lengths. Countless nightgowns embroidered with flower designs. At the very end of the dresser was a kefta. No ordinary one, it was gold with black detailing. It seemed to stop mid knee. You wanted to reach out to it, to feel it underneath your fingertips but decided not to. Maybe another day. Instead you reached out for a nightgown and slipped it on. To your surprise it fit perfectly, almost too perfectly. Deciding not to dwell on it for much longer, you blow out the candles, leaving the lanterns alight and slip under the heavy covers of the bed. The fatigue from the journey finally caught up with you, and you found yourself sleeping within the minute.

-

“I won’t let you take them!” A voice that sounded like yours shouted. What were you talking about? Who were you talking about?

“You have no say in this matter.” You couldn’t tell who was talking and it frustrated you, it felt like their name was on the tip of your tongue.

“There’s always a choice.” Before you knew it someone had pressed a cold blade against your throat, gasping emerging from the people around you.

“No! Don’t do it.” Someone pleaded just as another shouted your name.

“I won’t be your pawn, not anymore.” You said, the next thing you felt was the warmth of your own blood dripping on you. You stumbled back, your hands going to the laceration on your neck. You gasped and whimpered in pain as you felt more blood leave you. In the background you could hear someone screaming, another one sobbing whilst saying your name.

-

You woke up screaming, your hands going to your neck as you stumbled out of bed, falling onto the floor. The door to your room flew open and in came the Darkling along with the oprichniki. Some had their pistols drawn, ready to shoot, while others held their arms up. The Darkling and his guards ran about your room, looking for an intruder to find none. Noticing the state you were in, he ordered the guards to leave.

He crouched down to you, reaching out his hand to touch you before pulling back. “Are you alright?” Your gaze met his, you observed the sun's rays coming through your windows, lighting him up like an angel. His eyes held concern as you hesitated to answer him.

“I’m not sure..” For the first time in your life, you were terrified. You shed a few tears as you looked at him, your shaking hands still around your neck. He hovers his hand over yours, stopping just before they made contact. He was asking for permission to touch you. With a nod, he gently placed his hands atop of yours before removing them. The birthmark on your neck was now raw and red, as if you had been violently scratching it.

Your dream had left you in shambles as one thought ran wildly through your mind, was my birthmark a warning of what was to come?

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Also not proofread so sorry for any mistakes lmao

[pray4jensen]

Are you hopeful about Misha being back and Dean returning Cas' feelings? I don't know what to think anymore but I'm not feeling hopeful and it makes me sad. I'm just having a hard time, I want to believe!

Hi anon! I can see how one could be skeptical because they’ve tried so hard to convince us that he wasn’t there for filming, not to mention that they really went all out with the call backs during Cas’ death scene. There was the hand print, the “wings” as the Empty takes him, and of course what definitely sounded like a deathbed one-sided love confession, but hey, they’ve also dropped a lot of clues to suggest otherwise, too! 

1) In 15.09, when Chuck shows Sam the future, it is one where Cas is dead. Cas’ death is shown directly to be the reason why Dean is hopeless in the future. He gives up completely and when he finally agrees to hunt with Sam, they fail because Dean’s unable to give it his best shot. The consequence of that hopelessness is that they get turned into vampires. A future without Cas means a future where Dean becomes the monster at the end of the book and dies, which means it is a future where Chuck wins. That doesn’t really sound like a show about free will, does it? 

2) To follow this, in 15.04, Becky specifically tells the audience that an ending with Sam and Dean dying and Cas absent is a bad ending. Becky is a fan of Supernatural, just like us, and all season, we’ve been told by the cast and crew that we’re going to get an ending that will please the fans. Chuck’s bad ending definitely wouldn’t fly with any fan of the show.

3) All of the above stresses the importance of Cas in the story. They can’t have a happy ending if he’s dead. Fifteen seasons have gone by, and we know one of the main themes of this show is free will. In 15.17, Chuck tells us that Cas is the only one who’s ever had true free will, who’s the only one who’s ever been able to influence Chuck’s story and break free of his control. By that same logic, Cas is the only one who can finally free Sam and Dean. He is the bringer of true free will and he is the only one who can hand it to humanity. 

4) And just beyond narrative reasons foreshadowing Cas’ return, there’s also what the cast has said. Misha’s confirmed Cas is queer, and if Cas died after coming out, we’d be stuck with the Bury Your Gays trope, a mistake that the writers made with Charlie in 10.21. And anon, fans have literally never let them live it down. I don’t think they’d make the same mistake twice; they were booed at Comic Con that year and the cast all saw the backlash. Misha said in his latest panel that he could see Cas’ death as Bury Your Gays, but that he felt this scene meant something more. If Cas came back and got a happy ending, it wouldn’t be Bury Your Gays anymore

5) Misha is also like...a really bad liar. He also fumbled a lot when asked about whether it was his last episode. He emphasized that that had been the last scene he shot for 15.18, not the last scene of the season. Not to mention the cast put on a little celebration for him when he ended his tenure on the show and we know it couldn’t have happened on the same night as 15.18 because when they wrapped for the episode, Misha talked about nearly dying in a plane crash that same night. This is...what truly makes me believe...it’s Misha’s nervous babbling during the interview...

As for whether I think Dean will also return Cas’ feelings with a love confession, there’s evidence for that, too:

1) In 15.09, when Dean loses Cas in purgatory, Dean tells Cas that he has something to say. Cas tells him he heard his prayer, but the look on Dean’s face strongly suggests otherwise. Whatever he has to say, it isn’t in the prayer we heard. It’s a loose end and a very important one at that. All season they’ve stressed the consequences of Dean’s anger and Dean’s prayer was all about anger and release. Bottling up his feelings and leaving that bit of whatever Dean wanted to say unsaid wouldn’t resolve this storyline in a satisfactory way.

2) Even during the confession itself, Dean wanted to say things. He wanted more time, he told Cas not to do this, and he sobbed when Cas got pulled away. If we don’t hear anything more about Dean’s feelings and what he was going to say, it would be HIGHWAY ROBBERY, and again, an unsatisfactory resolution to his story

3) Not to mention during the same episode as the confession, Charlie and Sam both had their girlfriends taken from them. Dean had his friend taken? Um. Try boyfriend. If Dean never confesses and lets the audience know that Cas is his romantic partner, this would be very strange writing...

4) My last piece of evidence is literally the last 12 years. The mixtape, people asking him if he had a break-up whenever he fights with Cas, people asking him who he’s pining for, people asking him if he can imagine having a romantic partner who understands the life and like, just the fact that he literally loses his will to live whenever anyone tries to take Cas away from him. Like listen, I watched the last seven years of this story unfold week by week. In that manner, it’s actually harder to see how much Dean longs for him. But recently, I’ve been rewatching the show with my roommate. When you’re binging it, Dean’s incessant about it. He’s always asking about Cas when Cas is gone. He’s always hopeless, always broken without him. Sam spends like every episode comforting him about it. It would be incredibly foolish for the writers to not address Dean’s side when they went ahead with Cas’ side. Also, I’ll like literally show up at their houses with a pitchfork.

Will it be anything like Cas’ confession? Will there be a kiss? Frankly, I don’t know, but never in my life did I ever imagine something as textual as Cas’ confession either so I’m HOPEFUL, more hopeful than I’ve been in years. I do think 100% Dean will return Cas’ feelings, but whether it will be as obvious as Cas’ confession and whether the show will depict an actual romantic relationship in the finale remains to be seen. 

[doesitmatterseriously]

Okay, here are some of my favorite finished darklina fics. I have like a shit ton book marked but I come back to these a lot. And the fics helped me since the books sucked so god damn bad. Any waysssss, check em out on ao3.

1. Bedroom hymns by destinies @destiniesfic

You need to read the “Out of Time” story in order to get this. I loved “out of time” but bedroom hymns is told from Alexsander’s pov. It’s kind of infuriating right away because she captures the personality of the character so right. That he could win everything and yet his ultimate downfall will always be his arrogance. Caution, Very very unenthusiastic consent is in the first part then enthusiastic consent. It’s just fascinating to see this point of view because technically he won everything except for what he truly wanted. also this fic writer is one of my favorites for FOTA and darklina.

2. Between Midnights by vuas

Dude vuas can write for literally any fandom. I’d beg to read her damn grocery lists. The writing is out of this fucking world! Okay, enough fangirling. This story is about an arranged marriage and it is fucking fabulous. It’s part of a series of hers called the “marriage verse” and she incorporate humor, sex, and doesn’t dial back on any of the struggles this couple would face. I know im not giving good plot info but just read it. The ending is to die for. Also literally anything by vuas is fucking amazing. She has a gossip girl fic that I squealed at.

3. Nocturne by amplifierverse @stupidlyentangled

A fic where Alina lost the war and has to marry darkles. Is one of the best ones I’ve read because they actually get over their shit at the end. In a realistic way towards the characters. It takes that whole “but you could make a better man” thing. Except Alina doesn’t. He kind of deals with his shit(in his way)

And my all time favorite. I’ve literally accepted this one as canon because I fucking hate the ending and the books.

“start a war” by njmja (and all the stories in that universe)

This one is my favorite because we get a satisfactory ending. She does have to change the darkling in a way because he becomes more patient. I feel like in the books the author saw that people like the darkling and then she just made them into a cardboard villain cut out. This fic has him actually back off and let Alina live and then she becomes jaded herself and then he actually has to rescue her. It’s interesting because both characters are very much the same and yet different because time will do that to you.  I genuinely recommend reading this if you were unsatisfied with the ending. If you were not unsatisfied with the ending then….well…you probably will hate everything I’ve recommended. 

There are a lot more that I can recommend but I really want to keep this short. Whenever I was literally so pissed off about the ending because it was just a waste of potential AND characters, these fics helped me through. I mean to the point where I literally consider one of them canon in my mind. There are so many great fics out there so it’s really hard to narrow it down and only recommend four. But these ones stayed with me. Especially because these writers kept it true to the characters they were writing about. The whole thing with this couple is that they won’t have a happy ending. They are dysfunctional. ANY happy ending they actually have is due to a great amount of compromise and work amongst themselves and most of all TIME. 

Caution, all these have sex in them. That’s kind of a thing with these characters. The darkling craves intimacy. Not just regular sex but actual intimacy. At least that’s what he craves from Alina because she is the only one who can truly understand him. It’s one of the things that makes him such a tragic character.

I honestly believe that the author really screwed his character over because she saw that people actually liked him. The author of the grisha Trilogy has made it clear that she hates the darkling. She just did his character so badly.

I understand that he was meant to be a villain yet in some parts he was morally grey and he actually had a goal (one that was perfectly understandable based on the persecution the grisha go through) . But there was so much emphasis placed on him being patient then that all went out the window and I’ll never understand why so that’s why I believe “start a war” really could genuinely be an actual ending because he showed that he could be patient yet he just goes off the walls in the grisha books and completely changes character.

Maybe it was because he had waited so long but I also believe he had it in him to actually wait for Alina. He wanted to protect grisha but he also just wanted to not be alone anymore.

 It makes “bedroom hymns “ so sad in a way because of this. The darkling was written as a complex character and then just literally thrown in the trash and became an apathetic ass and cardboard cutout of a villain. What a fucking shame.

These are in no particular order! Except I DO accept “Start a War” as the actual ending lol.

Hope you guys enjoy. Also, please save the whole “ stop romanticizing this couple because they’re toxic” yah,I’m aware. But I like what I like. I tagged the tumblrs I could find. But once again, I know a woman cannot change a man. I just feel the grisha books turned into trash. I enjoy the fics so much more. They stay true to his messy ass and Alina’s messy ass.

[spidernerdsblog]

You’re a Sunflower (Part 2)

A/N : as some of you requested a second part here is it. I tried to incorporate all of the ideas you sent. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think.

Part 1

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

Summary : you finally come out of coma.

Warnings : none 

Peter’s phone rang the caller id flashing with Mr Stark’s name as he receives the call

“Hey Mr. Stark”

“Hey kid, where are you?” his voice sounded a little wary.

“Uh I’m at a college party. Is everything alright?” Peter frowns.

“Uh Peter you might want to be here at the compound right now”

“Anything wrong?”

“It’s Y/N” Peter felt his heart clench at it as an unknown fear gripped him.

“Y/N? What happened to her?” he asks restlessly.

“Things don't seem pretty good you should come as early as possible” Peter ends the call immediately without wasting time he rushed out of the party. Reaching the compound he runs out of the elevator to go to your room.

“Y/N! Y/N!” he pants as he finds your room empty.

“Peter..” Tony places a hand on his shoulder.

“Mr Stark where’s Y/N?” he turns to him with tears in his eyes.

“She has been shifted to the emergency room, her vitals were fluctuating massively. We have called in the best team of doctors and Strange is personally supervising everything. All will be fine kid” Tony tries his best to calm him down just then Strange and Banner walk out of the emergency room.

“What is her condition now Strange?” Tony asks.

“Nothing satisfactory. The toxin levels in her brain are just increasing by time we are trying to lower it but she isn’t responding to any of the drugs. If it deteriorates further I’m sorry to say but she might suffer a multi organ failure” Strange informs sadly.

“Mr Stark what if you give my blood to her? The spider venom in it will quickly heal her” Peter sounded desperate as he proposes the idea to them.

“Peter, are you forgetting that your father genetically modified the venom which is only compatible with his bloodline. Your blood will just worsen her condition” Tony says disapprovingly.

“I know but you’re the genius Tony Stark. Can’t you and Bruce think of a way to reverse engineer it and make her DNA compatible with my blood?” 

“It's impossible Peter it will take days, we even don’t know if it will even work or not and Y/N is running out of time” Banner points out.

“No, no there’s got to be some other way” he rambles pacing up and down the room.

“Peter, listen, you need to calm down” Tony advises.

“How can I calm down when the love of my life, my best friend is dying in front of my eyes and I’m sitting here helpless?!” Peter snaps out at him before dropping down on a nearby chair feeling awful at yelling at his father figure like mentor. He was completely broken from inside seeing you in your deathbed. He has lost his parents, his uncle, he doesn’t want to lose you too.

“Peter, we can understand what you’re going through everyone here loves Y/N  dearly but you have to stay strong” Natasha sat beside him rubbing his shoulders gently to help him calm down.

“Her pulse is declining” one of the doctors announced

“Charge the defibrillators now” Strange orders as he rushes inside.

“Y/N!” Peter stands up immediately 

“No, Peter you can’t go inside” everybody stops him.

“You don’t understand Y/N is dying she needs me” Peter sobbed.

“No one is dying today, get yourself together Queens” Steve orders him strictly.

Peter saw through the glass partition from outside the emergency room, your face covered with an oxygen mask and several wires connecting your body to different machines in the room, the team of doctors surrounding you trying their best in keeping you alive. One of them charged the defibrillator and placed the paddles on your chest. Your body jolted at the shock as everyone observed the monitor with anticipation but unfortunately your heart rate was continuously decreasing. They repeated the process but it seemed to be a futile attempt.

The beeping went slower and the HRM flat lined as Peter stared at it blankly.

Is this how your story ends? No heartfelt conversations, no last goodbyes just you drifting away from him in your sleep forever. The promise you made to each other of growing old together now lay broken. He hates to make this about himself but what is he supposed to do without you? When life gets hard who is he gonna pour his heart out to? Who’s going to cheer him up and make him believe in himself? Will he never get the chance to say how much he loves you? That you’re his ray of sunshine, his sunflower. You lighten up his life with your warmth and love and without you it’s all dark and cold. Tears trickled down his eyes as he watched the doctors give cpr to your limp body.

“Okay one more time” they charged the device and pressed it on your chest. Your body jolted all eyes inside and outside the room trained on the monitor hoping for some miracle to happen and after some nerve racking seconds later the machine started to beep again with kinks appearing in the monitor showing your heart was beating again. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief and rejoiced at it.

Strange and Banner walk out of the room to break the news that you were finally responding to the medicines and the toxin levels have decreased in your body. They also indicated that there may be a slight chance of you to wake up from your coma. Peter refused to go back home and stayed up all night by your side. He had decided to never let you out of his sight anymore.

🌻

Next morning Peter was dozing off beside you half asleep whilst you lay on the bed motionless, the sunlight peeking through the blinders of the window when suddenly you mumbled in your sleep.

“Peter…Peter..” Peter immediately jolted out of his sleep, his eyes wide in surprise and disbelief he thought he may be hearing things due to lack of sleep and then he watched you stir in your sleep there was a surge of emotions inside him as he jumped off his seat.

“Y/N?” lacing his hand to yours he shouted out “Mr Stark! Y/N is awake!”  

“Peter..” you mumbled again 

“Y/N I’m right here” his voice quivered, holding your hand tighter as tears filled his eyes. You squint your eyes open your pupils slowly adjusting to the lighting of the room and the first thing you saw was Peter’s warm honey brown eyes red and puffy tears streaming down the corners.

“Hey” he sniffles, smiling weakly. You tried to sit up with a groan.

“No, no don’t get up you’re weak” Peter makes you lie down again, your eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

“Where am I?” you ask in a raspy voice.

“You’re in the Avengers med facility” he informs wiping his tears with his hands.

“Why? What happened?” you frown as you hold your head a dull ache still persisting. “Why can’t I remember anything? The last thing I recall is you defeated eletro and-and then Harry threw me off the building, I-I was so scared” you rambled. He pulled you in his arms caressing the back of your head gently.

“I know, I know but everything is okay now, you’re safe” he murmured softly, you pulled away to look at him properly. 

“Did you get him?” Peter takes a long sigh before breaking the news to you.

“No Y/N and it has been 3 months to that incident” his voice was calm as your eyes bulged out in shock.

“Wait 3 months! But why don’t I remember anything after that?” you were totally lost.

“Y/N you had been in a coma for the last three months” he informs you.

“What?” you looked at him in disbelief 

“Yes Y/N I couldn’t save you on time and you were badly injured, the doctors were also unsure that if you were ever gonna recover but finally you are awake now”

“Oh my god..wait, where’s mom and dad? Are they ok? And aunt May?” you badgered him with questions.

“Everyone is fine Y/N and they will soon be here to meet you” he assures you meanwhile Tony came rushing in.

“Peter we heard you..” he stopped as soon as his eyes went to you “oh my god Y/N you’re finally awake” he exclaims in joy as the other avengers walk in the room they were equally happy and relieved that you have finally recovered.

“Welcome back to the land of the awakened” Natasha snickers giving you a warm hug as you smiled widely “Girl you really scared us last night”

Everyone asked you about how you’re feeling to which you had to reassure them several times that you feel fine. Your parents came to visit you along with aunt May; it was indeed an emotional moment for everyone. 

Later when everybody had finally left you alone in your room to rest Peter came in with a bouquet of sunflowers in hand. Your face instantly lit up seeing him. You never got the chance to talk to him properly between your parents and friends dropping by to pay you a visit and ask about your wellbeing so you were dying to have some alone time with him. 

“Aw you brought me sunflowers?” you chimed and he gave you a warm smile.

“Of course they’re your favourite after all, I actually brought them everyday for you so whenever you wake up you see the thing that makes you happiest” he says putting them inside the vase and then sits beside you.

“Then I have to say it's you who makes me the happiest” you reach out your hand to cup his face he holds it with his hand and softly kisses it.

Tony along with the other avengers were on their way to check up on you but they stopped at the doorway seeing you both.

“Aww they look so cute together again” Natasha gushed while Tony and Steve broke into a smile.

“I’m so happy to see the kid smiling again these past three months had been hell for him” Tony looks at Peter proudly.

“Let’s not disturb them right now and ruin the moment for them” Steve suggested.

“Yeah let them be, they deserve some alone time” Natasha and Tony agreed and went away. 

“Ok I know the college applications are closed now but I’m sure Mr Stark can pull some strings and I’ll provide you with all the notes you don’t have to worry about anything ok” Peter says cheerfully.

“Peter I just woke up from a three month coma. The last thing I want to hear right now is about college and exams” 

“Ok so what do you wanna talk about?” he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

“Can we just talk about you? How are you?”

“Well now that you’re out of coma I’m good, I really missed you so much” his face drops remembering the tragic night.

“Wish I could say the same if I wasn’t completely knocked out heh” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I was so scared for a moment I thought I lost you forever” he clings onto your hand

“It’s ok Peter I’m here now and completely fine, see” you tried to cheer him up

“No it's not this was all my fault, if it wasn’t for me your life wouldn’t have come in danger. It was to take revenge on me Harry threw you off the building and I couldn’t even save you” he sniffles. You cradle his face with your hands and make him look at you.

“Peter, look at me. it. wasn’t. your fault. do you understand? You had always tried to keep me away from your dangerous life but it was I who insisted to stay by your side and I’m gonna continue doing that” you gazed into his chocolate brown eyes “and as I said before I laugh at the face of danger see I even defeated death for you” you chuckled.

“And that will be the last time Y/N, promise me whatever happens you’ll never put your life in danger for me again, promise me Y/N” he insists as you sigh.

“Okay I promise you” you pull him closer to you as he leans forward to capture your lips. It had been a long time he had felt your soft lips on his as he instantly melted in the kiss. It was so delicate, soft and full of love as tears of joy streamed down both of your eyes.

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[suspiciouslypinkrosegarden]

Pairing: Suit Saeran x Non Gendered Reader X̶ ̶B̶o̶b̶a̶

Part 1

Just some fun fluff!

Saeran believes he’s finally come up with the perfect way to make his toy break, by waving a favorite treat of yours in front of your starved face. He presents to you a shining cup of blue boba tea, but as per usual, you make victory for him seem to be impossible. In which way will you choose to ensure he doesn’t get the last laugh?

Based on my lovely friend Melkinpump’s art! Please make sure to check her out ^3^~ <3

Link to the post featuring the drawing:

https://melkinpump.tumblr.com/post/651701225640853504/sketch-dump-time-wahoo-i-do-not-have-the-energy

Link to her drawing on Instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CO5dTpNlzOF/?utm_medium=copy_link

This little fic contains links to the options you chose for him! Have fun and avoid the bad ending :3

At the edge of your squishy pink bed you sat, sinking into the mattress ever so slightly as you typed away in a chatroom with Saeran. It had only been a day since he’d “arrived”, turning what you thought you knew topsy turvy as Ray was now gone...or at least, was presented to be. You sighed at just how little he’d allow you to say to him, hogging the chatroom with his immense typing speeds and rude insults; spamming those supposedly scary chibis which maniacally cackled in his voice. The occasional deep stomach rumbles you experienced certainly didn’t help your concentration, which was frustrating to say the least.

Saeran: It’s lunch time now

Aren’t you feeling hungry, prince(ss)?

I just got myself something good…

Something I know you love actually lolol

Maybe I should rub it in your face.

I wonder how much your stomach will turn

Seeing me with something so delicious haha

I’ll visit you

And watch you plead for some

And it’ll be so funny hehehehe

So sit tight

In your room

Like a good little toy.

And if you behave, maybe you’ll get some

Maybe~

Saeran has left the chatroom

Mc has left the chatroom

You placed your phone down in your lap as you monitored the door, now having nothing much else to do other than wait for his arrival. What he’d carry in his hands with him, that you had no idea, but you’d hold your ground the best you could as he tried to tempt you with it. He was not your master, nor were you some dog he could throw a bone to in return for complete obedience.

Within a few moments, the doorknob finally turned and you stood in response, straightening your clothes a tad as the grumpy man barged his way in with no knock.

“Don’t bother fixing yourself up for me, you look awful either way,” he spat, followed by an airy laugh. “But, you stand ready! Should I congratulate you? Looks like I don’t have to train you in that field at least.”

You opened your mouth to make a comment in your defense before something else caught your attention, the treat he had brought with him. In his right hand he held a clear plastic cup containing a milky blue liquid, and at the bottom rested...dark brown boba pearls. He gave a satisfactory grin as you clearly stared at the drink, hoping what he was doing would indeed elicit a good reaction from you.

“It’s exactly what you think it is, prince(ss). Milk tea with boba. And much to your delight, you get to watch me drink the whole thing in silence!”

Now this was an interesting situation.

“You...learned to make boba just to taunt me? Ray didn’t even really know what it was-”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. All that matters is at the end of the day~,” Saeran cooed. “You. Get. None!”

And with that he was sent into a fit, naturally because he believed himself to be the king of comedy as he tortured you. He walked over to the little tea table at the room’s center, plopping himself down in one of the cushioned chairs before taking a big sip through the thick, pink straw. The man enjoyed the taste dramatically, letting out a loud “mmm”, looking in your direction.

“This stuff is pretty good honestly. The brown sugar syrup you make the tapioca balls in is so sweet~ and the tea is rather refreshing. It really hits the spot~”

His pretty lips formed his signature smirk as his icy glare met your eyes, then looking away to whip out his...light rosey colored phone. With his focus now on the screen of the tiny hand held device, he maneuvered the cup to rest on his upper chest which he puffed out, chewing the straw and sipping up more of the drink’s sweetness here and there. As he was looking away from you, you could take a moment to appreciate how cute he was, face clearly softening a little as he chewed the gummies and took a small break from work.

“Well there we have it,” you finally spoke. “Now I know two new things. You like sweets and we both like boba.”

He looked at you before giving a good eye roll, taking the straw out of his mouth but leaving the cup supported as it was, raising his arm up to it for further safety.

“Well aren’t you clever, toy. Maybe, since you’re such a know- it-all, you can start making me stuff like this. You know, because I ‘like it’.”

He then retreated back to ignoring you with a huff, scrolling up on his phone.

Now this...you thought, was the perfect opportunity to strike and get his attention sweetly, his guard being completely down. It was time for the toy to have some play time of their own to lighten him up and give him some affection, even if you were playing with fire. But what was the best way to reach him, being as difficult as he was?

Creep up and tickle his sides: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204961659731968/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

Steal the boba and go in for a kiss: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204969448521728/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

Remove the boba and rest your chin on his chest where the cup once was: https://suspiciouslybluemilktea.tumblr.com/post/656204975291154432/please-refer-to-the-introduction-before-reading

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Teenagers Part 4

Harry Potter Marauders Era 

Link to Part 3

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader 

Rating: M

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Regulus was the first to break the kiss, leaving you nearly breathless. You weren't able to bring yourself to look at your friends. Without looking you knew that James was probably over there screaming.

“What in the name of hell is going on around here?”

That was quicker than I expected.

You thought looking up at James. He stood in front of you resembling a volcano about to explode. Sirius stood behind him with his mouth wide open. You wanted to laugh at the expression on Sirius’ face. In all of the years, that you had been friends with Sirius, you have never seen him with this expression on his face.

Regulus was the first one to speak. In true Regulus Black fashion, his voice was eerily calm.

“I suppose your glasses aren’t strong enough, Potter. If you were looking clearly then you would have seen things clearly.”

James tried to bite his tongue...which worked all of three seconds.

“Get your filthy hands off of my sister, Black!”

Regulus held his hands up before looking at his palms.

“I’m not filthy. Again Potter, get your vision checked. Maybe I wouldn’t beat you in quidditch if your vision was correct.”

You automatically winced at that particular dig. If there was a subject to really piss James off on other than you was his quidditch skills. Sure enough, James threw his books down and went for his wand.

Regulus, meanwhile, raised an eyebrow.,

“What are you going to do, Potter? Hex me? You do realize that my friends are sitting right over there and are watching this whole exchange. There are more of us than you and my mute brother.”

James glanced toward the Slytherin table where Evan, Barty, Severus, and a few of Regulus’ little minions were clearly waiting for an excuse to go after him. He glanced over his shoulder and was pleased to see Remus and Peter had finally decided to come over.

“I have two more. It will be a fair fight. You have no business being with my sister.”

You quickly stood up.

“James, I like Regulus. It isn’t your place to tell me what to do.”

James turned his attention to you. He was fuming and knew that he was probably about to say a lot of things that he would regret later. At the moment, however, he didn’t give two shits. You didn’t know what you were getting into. All that James could see was you looking the way that Sirius did the night that he moved in. Sure, Regulus was probably too decent enough of a guy to put his hands on you but Walburga Black wasn’t. If you did something that displeased that hag, she would probably beat you and Regulus would be too soft to stand up to his mother. There was no way in hell that James would allow you to live in that kind of household! He couldn’t help but wonder why you would want to?

“You didn’t talk to me about this, Y/n. You saw what his family did to Sirius! If you are with him, his psycho mother will hurt you! She hates us as it is anyway.”

Regulus frowned.

“James, this isn’t the bloody 1800’s. Y/n can be with who she wants without any input from you. Furthermore, I wouldn’t let my mother touch her.”

James took a breath before turning to Regulus.

“You sure didn’t stand up for your older brother. Sirius, do you have something to add to this? You are being awfully quiet back there?”

Sirius opened his mouth and made a few small squeaking sounds before finally talking.

“You two like each other?”

Regulus’ annoyed scowl intensified.

“Catch up!”

Sirius blinked as Remus and Peter wrapped their arms through James.

“Okay, we need to stop.”

Peter gently said to James. Remus nodded.

“We need to stop so you don’t say something that you will regret.”

James laughed bitterly.

“I have a lot to say and I am not feeling too shy right now. Y/n, when this all goes to hell don’t you dare come to me for help! This will all be your fault for choosing this little shit.”

Regulus stood up after he saw the way that your face fell. This uncharacteristic comment was something that you never expected to hear come out of James’ mouth. You were unable to meet Sirius and Remus’ faces. What you couldn’t see was both Sirius and Remus were as stunned as you. This was not normal James Potter behavior.

“Little shit? You do realize that I am bigger than you. I’ve had enough of your mouth, Potter. If that is really how you respond to your sister, who you supposedly love so much, you aren’t very much of a brother. Come on, Y/n.”

You quickly stood, wanting nothing more than to get out of the great hall. Sure, you could have made some really hurtful comment right back at James but you didn’t want to. You loved your brother too much to be that sassy and hurtful. Clearly, James didn’t see things the same way that you did.

Had James come over and wanted to talk like a sane human not a neanderthal, you would have been glad to talk to him. You would have told him that you cared more about Regulus than you ever had for any other boy. Granted, Regulus could have turned down the sass and assured James that he would make sure that you wouldn’t be hurt. Maybe assurances from both of you would ease the tension going on inside of your brother. Unfortunately, it was all shot to hell.

You quickly took the hand that Regulus was holding out to you. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see Lily, Dorcas, and Marlene were all standing up with matching worried expressions on their faces. This would be the first time that you walked away from your friends. Something told you that you wouldn’t be seeing much of them for the foreseeable future…

James, meanwhile, watched as you walked out of the great hall with Regulus. The older brother in him wanted nothing more than to go grab you and beg for forgiveness. He knew that his reaction was less than satisfactory but what did you expect? James had been looking after you from the moment that you were born. How did you honestly expect him to turn that off?

The better question was Regulus thinking? Did he really think that this relationship was going to work out? What did the two of you honestly have in common? You were such a sunny lovely person with a heart of gold and Regulus...well...he was gloomy and everything dark.

“James?”

He turned the moment that Lily said his name.

“Did you see that?”

Lily gently wrapped her hand around James’ hoping to calm him down. She tried to keep her voice calm and sweet. Lily knew if she wanted to get anything out of James adding to his temper wouldn’t get her anywhere.

Before Lily could speak, Marlene beat her…

“The whole hall heard the three of you.”

James groaned. He ran a hand through his messy hair before turning to face his friends.

“Was I wrong?”

Lily shrugged as Dorcas spoke.

“James, what is so bad with Regulus? I mean, he’s smart and he really seems to like Y/n. From what I can see, he has been nothing but kind to her.”

James growled.

“Okay Dorcas, what about when the little twat loses his temper and his little mask comes off and my sister gets hurt? I don’t care if he’s a Black or whatever family he comes from, he has no business with my sister.”

Lily finally decided to speak.

“Why don’t you calm down a bit then go talk to Y/n? You're her older brother and she loves you more than anyone. This is going to crush her.”

James sighed.

“She’s really happy right now, Lils! She has the boy that all of the other girls want since his older brother isn’t dating anyone anymore.”

Sirius frowned.

“Hey! I can’t help it that I’m attractive. In all seriousness, James, I get why you worried. I am for the same reason. You of all people know who my mother is. If I said that I wasn’t worried it would be a lie. Since when does my brother like girls? I was convinced that he didn’t like anyone.”

“He needs to go back to that. I guess that I am supposed to sit back and watch my sister’s life go to hell?”

James snapped, having the urge to punch a wall. Remus finally decided to speak. He was waiting for the best moment to talk. Maybe this was it?

“I’ll keep an eye on them as much as I can.”

James nodded.

“I’m going to get some air.”

(meanwhile)

You walked in silence beside Regulus. Neither of you had said much since leaving the great hall. Regulus had kept a watchful eye on your face. You were devastated and he knew it. He knew that expression on your face well.

“I didn’t expect him to say that.”

Regulus commented before gently shoving you into an empty classroom. He closed the door behind him before turning to face you.

“I didn’t either. James has never talked to me like that.”

You commented. Regulus sighed. He didn’t want to say this but maybe it was for the best?

“If you want to break up so he won’t have a heart attack...I understand.”

Your mouth dropped as you threw your arms around his shoulders. That was the last thing that you wanted to think about.

“No! I don’t want that...at all. It isn’t James’ place to tell me who that I can or who that I can’t date. I didn’t throw a fit when he started dating Lily...not that I would but you get my point. Just because I am his little sister doesn’t give him the right to throw that bit of a tantrum like a child.”

Regulus was relieved when you said that. He wrapped an arm around your waist wanting nothing more than to preserve the close contact.

“I won’t let my mother do a thing to you. Whether James or Sirius wants to admit it, I know how to manipulate her well. I suppose that is one of the positives about Sirius leaving...mother is at her wits end to please me.”

“Is she as scary as Sirius lets on?”

You questioned, laying your head on Regulus’ shoulder.

“No, not anymore. I think that she realizes what she lost with my brother. She doesn't want to lose another heir. Mother tries to be tough but she isn’t...not anymore. I think the older she gets the more that she realizes her faults. As far as my father, he is so disconnected from the rest of us. I will just tell him that we are dating and he won’t even question it. What about your parents?”

You realized that you hadn’t really thought much about how your own mother and father would react. When Sirius moved in with your family, your mother had spent two days muttering about how she wished that she could have saved Regulus too. You smirked. Little did she know that there was still hope on that one.

“I think they will be more concerned about your parents than they will you. My mother just wonders if you are able to talk.”

Regulus smirked. Your parents had been plaguing his mind a lot since the day before.

“A lot of people ask that. My parents have a big party at Christmas. I know that my mother will want you to come. Do you think that your parents would let you?”

That was a good question. You didn’t foresee your mother being too thrilled or even considerate at the idea of letting you go around the Black family.

“I’ll have to see what I can do there. If we stay together, they will have to find some way to get along.”

Regulus nodded before gently kissing you. He sighed against your lips. This was something that he could get used to very quickly. It was no wonder that Sirius was a man whore. This whole "being loved" thing was becoming addicting. Regulus had no interest in kissing anyone other than you. He could hold and kiss you all day if he was able.

As far as "staying together" you were the only girl that Regulus could tolerate that thought with. Sure, things were still in the "honeymoon phase" of the relationship but Regulus didn't foresee his mind changing. Normally once his mind was made up...it was made up.

“And I don’t foresee myself letting you go.”

That evening when you returned to the common room, you didn’t look in the direction of where your friends sat. It wasn’t until Dorcas said your name, did you look up. Sirius, James, Lily, Dorcas, and Remus sat in the usual corner that you lot occupied. You gave Dorcas a small wave as she motioned you over.

James didn’t look up and neither did Sirius. Remus was busy giving them a mother hen “displeased” glare. You had a bad feeling that this was going to be what the foreseeable future was going to be like. Half of your friends would talk to you and the other half was going to be oddly silent around you.

So much for our last year being the best…

You thought sadly. It would probably be better if you acted as if you didn’t exist when you were in the common room. Clearly, that was how James and Sirius seemed to want it…

Shaking your head, you turned and went in the direction of your dormitory. In the comfort of your bed, you could finally catch up and process all of your feelings. When James and Sirius were ready they could speak to you. Until then you weren't going to bed them to see things your way.

Over the following 2 ½ months, Sirius and James kept up with the “we aren’t talking to you” mantra as the first day. You found yourself drifting further and further from your friends with each passing day. Sure, you would talk to Dorcas, Marlene, and Lily just like before but things were changing with Remus and Peter. They seemed to be sympathizing with James. You weren’t as offended with Peter as you were Remus. He was the last person that you had expected to turn his back on you.

You had figured that he was only trying to keep peace with James as his friend was clearly going through a tough time but so were you! Trying to be understanding was only getting you so far and with each time Remus walked past you without a word...you began to lose faith a little bit more in that particular relationship.

I guess that shows who your friends are…

You thought one afternoon as you sat in the Three Broomsticks. Dorcas, Lily, and Marlene had invited to sit with them as normal. Clearly, the three girls wanted to gain back some sense of normalcy but normal wasn’t going to happen. You had politely declined their invitation and went to an empty table to sit alone. Regulus would be there soon enough and you weren’t about to sit with your brother and watch them all shoot each other dirty looks.

When Regulus stepped in, you pushed the negative thoughts out of your mind as he looked in your direction with a smile. He was the one “sunny” spot that you had to look forward to every day. The relationship was going better than you could have expected. Were you ready to say “love?” You could answer that with a yes...it was only finding the right time to say it to him.

“Sorry, it took me so long. I had to stop Barty from getting in a fight with some Ravenclaw. If he gets in another fight, his father will murder him.”

Regulus commented as he leaned down to kiss you. You rolled your eyes. Over the past few months, you found yourself getting to know Regulus’ friends better and better. How he was friends with some of the Slytherins, you weren't for sure but you decided to keep those opinions to yourself. Maybe that's why Regulus had the reputation that he did. He had to be a “hard ass” to keep Barty from being injured or following Evan through whatever hell he was up to.

“I understand. I’m happy to see you.”

You said taking your place beside him. Regulus wrapped an arm around you enjoying the warm heat that your body provided. He knew that you weren’t thrilled with Barty Crouch Jr but what Gryffindor really was? You never complained about his friends and that meant the world to Regulus. While he wanted nothing more than to keep your company, he still had to keep up with the rest of the Slytherins that he had grown up with.

“I’m happy to see you too. You look beautiful as always.”

When your cheeks flushed scarlet, Regulus couldn't fight the smile. He could sit and watch you blush all day long. Over the past 2 ½ months, he had grown undeniably closer to you with each day. Regulus had never expected to fall in love with you this quickly but he had.

“Oh, I finally heard back from my mother.”

Regulus commented. You felt your stomach begin to feel uneasy at that. For the first bit of your relationship, Regulus decided not to mention anything to Walburga. Now that things were starting to become more serious, his mind had changed. You were afraid that Walburga would say no to everything once that she found out who was dating her youngest son.

“You did? Did she freak out? Regulus, I don’t want to cause a rift between….”

Regulus pulled you into his arms for a tender kiss.

“She isn’t mad.”

Your mouth dropped. Something about this revelation had totally caught you off guard. You had been so busy preparing yourself for the rejection that you never prepared for approval.

“She what?”

You questioned. Regulus chuckled at the expression on your face as he handed you a folded letter.

“See for yourself.”

You blinked a few times before taking the letter from your boyfriend nervously. Unfolding the document, you couldn't help but wonder if you really wanted to read what Walburga Black had to say? What if there was some hidden ulterior motive or backhanded comment that would prove her actual disapproval.

“Regulus,

Your father and I are very glad to hear that you have found a suitable pureblood girl. If my memory serves me correctly, Y/n Potter is a very lovely girl. You should invite her to Christmas with our family. We would love to meet her in person.

Sincerely, Your mother.”

You read the letter twice to make sure that you had taken everything incorrectly. Walburga was okay with the relationship and she thought that you were lovely...had hell frozen over? You couldn’t help but wonder if the world had ended and you were just the last to know?

Frowning at Walburga's signature of “your mother” you couldn’t help but think of how stuffy and formal that seemed. That was just one of the differences between Regulus’ family and yours. Your mother and father’s letters were always so warm and cheery. They both mentioned how much they missed you in every single letter in addition to how much they loved you. In the letters from Walburga and Orion, neither party ever said “I love you” or “I miss you” to their son.

“Wow...I was not expecting that.”

You replied. To say that you were surprised would have been a major understatment. You were stunned! Regulus smiled one of his rare genuine smiles that made your heart pound. It was one of those smiles that made his dark eyes light up. He didn't look like the serious boy that he typically was. He was carefree and you loved it.

“I really wasn’t either...so will you please come with me to the party? You being there would make it so much more tolerable.”

Gently pushing a stray curl away from his face, you couldn’t say to that face.

“I will. I’ll write to my parents about it tonight.”

Meanwhile,

Lily turned to James with a displeased scowl. James hadn’t looked up since the moment that you walked into the place.

“James, this has gone on long enough!”

James looked up from the butterbeer in front of him. It had been a long time! He frowned the moment that he realized that you were snuggled up to Regulus. The angry side of James returned like a freight train. He chose to forget that he had received a letter from his mother telling him that he needed to accept the fact that you would fall in love one day. While Euphemia wasn’t thrilled about your choice in a suitor either, she was a lot more “hopeful” than her eldest son.

James, that boy probably needs love more than anyone in this world and maybe...just maybe Y/n is the best one to give it to him.”

James wanted to gag at that sentence. The last thing that he wanted to think about was you giving Regulus “love.” The mere thought of you sleeping with Regulus Black was enough to send James to a nuthouse.

While the stubborn side of James prevented him from speaking to you, the “soft” side of him was aching to be near you. It was hard from going to having a little sister who was more like a best friend to nothing. He missed your chatter...hell, he missed everything about you!

There had been a few times that James had come close to apologizing and admitting that he was being childish but he never did it. It seemed every time that he was close to doing it, he caught Regulus snogging you. James hated looking at the two of you fused together like some nuclear accident gone berserk.

“They are always snogging.”

James snapped as he and Sirius walked down the hall one day. The two had just left charms and had gone off in search of you. James had it in his mind that he was going to apologize, however, when he walked into the hallway and saw you wrapped around Regulus kissing him like the world was about to end, he froze.

Sirius had finally put a hand on his friend’s back and pushed him along.

“You aren’t that cool, James.”

James pulled himself from his memory of the previous day as Lily wrapped her hand around his.

“James, this is Y/n’s first boyfriend. What if Regulus is the one? We will have to find some way to get along with him.”

James faked a gag.

“Merlin, I hope that he isn't the one.”

He commented as Remus sat down. James looked up to his friend hoping for some new that didn’t involve you and that boy. He had never been more thankful for Sirius and Remus over the past few months. His best friends had been his biggest support system. While James felt guilty over your friendships with Sirius and Remus becoming nonexistent, his friendships with them grew stronger.

“Remus, please tell me that you have some good news or a joke or something.”

Remus glanced over his shoulder to where you sat snogging Regulus. He sighed.

“Rumor on the street is Walburga is pleased as punch over Regulus and Y/n being a couple.”

Both Sirius and James’ mouths dropped. Sirius expected his mother to send Regulus a howler about “HOW DARE YOU DATE A BLOOD TRAITOR!” James was expecting the same thing and made a bet with Sirius on when the howler would be arriving.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

James muttered as Sirius swore under his breath.

“Mum will be pleased as punch with anything that her little baby boy does. If it were me and I brought Y/n home, it would have gone ugly.”

Sirius looked over Remus’ shoulder to see you and Regulus going at it again.

“I swear all that she does is snog him.”

James looked up with a scowl.

“I need to get out of here.”

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[tiifalockhart]

Freckles

Pairing: Zack x Sephiroth

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is for a dear friend of mine’s birthday <3 Happy birthday Ana, I hope you like your gift!! Inspired by her obsession with Sephiroth’s tiny freckles in AC <3

Masterlist || Ao3

A secret that Sephiroth somehow managed to unintentionally hide was the fact that he had freckles. 

The moment Zack realized it, it was like he fell in love all over again. 

It wasn’t an easy task to get close to Sephiroth, both emotionally and physically. Sometimes, it felt like you were speaking to a brick wall whenever you came into contact with him. He was formal and polite... That was about the best most strangers could describe him as. Sephiroth didn’t really open up to anyone, and anyone who wanted to try had to work very hard for it. There were very few people he naturally bonded with... One of those people being the “puppy” of SOLDIER.

Realistically, Zack was the only one close even to get a good look at Sephiroth’s facial features. The silver haired SOLDIER rarely let someone get close to him, even if they dared to. Most people were simply too intimidated to look him in the eye. 

Zack knew Sephiroth’s face like the back of his hand (mostly from the many hours he’s spent admiring and kissing it). He knew the way his cat-like pupils reacted to the lighting of the room, the way his face would get a pink tint whenever Zack said something mildly inappropriate. He knew the way Sephiroth would apply his mascara to hide his white eyelashes or the slight pout that would form on Sephiroth’s lips whenever Zack would take too long to join him in bed. Zack even knew the curves and strong features of Sephiroth’s face, his fingers trailing along with his cheek and jaw bones seemingly unendingly. The most enchanting part of Sephiroth’s facial features would be his tiny freckles that decorated the top of his cheekbones and nose. 

Sephiroth’s freckles are an easy feature to miss. No one knows where they came from, especially since none of Sephiroth’s supposed fathers or mothers had freckles. Perhaps it was from the sun from his many missions, but the rest of him never seemed to adopt this same tan (imagine the tan lines, though). It was a mystery for sure, but Zack hardly gave a damn about where they came from. 

The puppy’s favorite pass time quickly became kissing or counting Sephiroth’s freckles. Zack would squint and attempt to count them from across the room as if it was some kind of a game. Lazard definitely wasn’t seeing things when he saw Sephiroth’s cheeks turn slightly rosy from Zack’s gaze during a meeting one day. 

Every other day,  Zack would happily hold Sephiroth against his chest and recount his freckles, especially during their slow days. Zack continued to make ridiculous claims that Sephiroth had somehow developed yet another freckle. Most conversations went about the same. 

“Forty-five.... Forty-six.... Forty-seven.... Oh?....” Zack counted off as he examined Sephiroth’s face. The silver haired male was currently napping beneath him, lulled to sleep by Zack’s hand running through his hair. He nearly jumped out of his skin at Zack’s loud and dramatic gasp. “You have another one!! Forty-eight freckles!” He cheered. 

Sephiroth’s frown quickly turned into a pout as he sat up, removing himself from Zack’s lap. “You’ve interrupted my nap... Again.” He muttered, a sigh of defeat leaving his lips. “And I don’t have another freckle.” The SOLDIER added, moving over to the coffee machine and preparing for the evening. 

“You definitely have a new freckle.” Zack insisted, a proud smirk on his lips as he admired his boyfriend from afar. Sephiroth couldn’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. He knew better than to deny Zack, considering that Sephiroth never actually developed more freckles. Zack, frankly, was just terrible at counting them and would recount the same few freckles over and over again. 

...And Sephiroth had a lot more than just forty-eight freckles.

After a quick glance in the reflection of the metal in their microwave, Sephiroth let out a satisfactory hum. “It seems that I do.” He agreed formally, his straight face breaking as soon as Zack’s arms wrapped around him again. 

“Told ya.” Zack purred, that same proud grin decorating his lips. Sephiroth’s cheeks heated up at the touch, causing him to stubbornly look away.

“Don’t stare at me like you did the other day again during our meetings. Lazard asked me about the other day... I had to come up with a weird excuse.” He explained, handing Zack his overly-sweetened coffee before making his own bland and bitter black coffee. 

“Weird excuse?” Zack asked, pulling away and not really bothering to hide the smirk. “What did you manage to come up with? It’s not every day someone sees the hero himself blush.” He teased, replacing the ever-growing smirk with his coffee mug. 

“I... Do not wish to talk about it.” Sephiroth replied, looking away as he sulked. The images of Lazard’s disapproving gaze slowly changing into a knowing smirk will haunt Sephiroth forever. Zack could only let out a hushed chuckle as he shrugged it off. 

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, big guy.” He answered, reaching up to ruffle Sephiroth’s hair. The first class SOLDIER glared at Zack, an obvious gleam of playfulness in his eyes. 

Sephiroth ran his fingers through his hair, fixing the mess that Zack had made as he examined the younger. “It seems you wish to run more laps today, Zack.” Sephiroth quipped, causing the younger to raise his brows in surprise. 

“Hey, who told you that you could go all ‘Big Boss-man’ on me?” He complained. Apparently, it was Zack’s turn to pout as Sephiroth moved on from the kitchen, heading towards his bedroom to change. 

“I did. I hope you’ll be dressed before me... The track is looking quite lonely today otherwise.” Sephiroth continued, a smug glint in his eyes as he disappeared into his bedroom. 

Naturally, the two of them ended right back in the same spot later that night. Zack was cradling a sleepy Sephiroth, his fingers threading through his silver hair. Sephiroth wasn't much of a cuddler, especially with people who happen to be younger than him. Zack was very.... Proud, to say the least. It isn't just anyone who can make the top SOLDIER melt under their touch. Not even Genesis or Angeal had the same experience as Zack did. Zack definitely took this as a blessing and an ego booster. 

As much as Sephiroth dreaded it, he would occasionally feel the gentle brush of Zack’s free hand against his cheek as he once again counted the freckles on his face. Eventually, Zack will move on, Sephiroth thought. He will soon.... Right?

Sephiroth ended up being very wrong. How was he supposed to reject those heart-wrenching and cursed puppy eyes? Eventually, the counting exceeded past just counting. It grew from simple admiration to kissing. Sephiroth’s face would always end up with a slight pink tint by the time Zack moved on from decorating each of his freckles with two kisses each. 

This obsession also resulted in... Weird nicknames. Sephiroth, admittedly, wasn’t quite sure how he felt about most of them. They ranged from pretty normal names to something he would name a dog. For example, “Speckles” was certainly somewhere in that grey area. Over time, Sephiroth found himself growing more and more used to these... “Nicknames,” even responding to those that sound absolutely ridiculous.

Any time Sephiroth would come home to Zack, a bright grin was always present on the younger’s face. It made his heart swell... The thought of someone caring about him enough to be excited to see him every waking moment. “Good evening, Zack.” Sephiroth greeted somewhat formally, still adjusting to the whole ‘boyfriend’ concept.

Zack looked up at his lover. “Evening, cupcake with sprinkles.” He chimed, catching Sephiroth off guard. The silver haired male stopped in his tracks, slowly turning towards the other. 

“...What did you just call me?” He questioned, a confused and slightly bewildered look in his eyes. Sephiroth swore he had misheard Zack.

Zack laughed quietly and pushed himself off the couch, giving Sephiroth his greeting kiss. “Cupcake with sprinkles?” He replied, the statement sounding much like a question. “No good?” Zack asked, grinning at the older SOLDIER. 

Sephiroth, attempting to suppress the red color on his face, looked away. “It’s quite... Unique.” He answered, attempting to salvage Zack’s feelings. “However, you have come up with better in the past.” He continued, pulling away and stepping into his bedroom, beginning to change. 

Zack leaned against the door frame and raised a brow, crossing his arms as the smallest smirk formed on his lips. “Oh yeah? Like what?” He hummed, a somewhat teasing tone to his voice. Sephiroth’s mind began to swarm with the many, many terrible names Zack managed to come up with. Don’t get him wrong, he found it quite endearing... But at the same time, it was just downright weird stuff sometimes. 

A stifled cough left Sephiroth’s lips as he searched for an answer, before sighing in defeat. “...I thought freakles was quite unique and amusing.” He confessed, rubbing the back of his neck as he slid past Zack. 

Zack’s eyes lit up with admiration and interest, he obviously wasn’t expecting that answer. “You liked freakles? Out of every other nickname I’ve ever come up with?” He questioned, a hint of surprise in his voice. Sephiroth sighed in defeat as he grabbed some leftover food out of the fridge. 

“It is certainly better than ‘cupcake with sprinkles.’ I am not a cupcake, Zack.” Sephiroth explained, attempting to bite back the smile that was fighting its way to his lips. “Freakles was... Witty. I liked it.” He explained, crossing his arms as he turned towards Zack. 

Zack raised a brow and nodded lightly. “Who knew you liked dad jokes so much?” He retorted playfully, winking at the older. Sephiroth scoff as he watched his food spin in the microwave. 

“I only like them because you never stop telling them.” He pointed out, raising a brow. “You’re worse than Angeal’s old jokebooks.” The first class SOLDIER teased. 

Zack pouted up at his boyfriend, crossing his arms stubbornly. “I think you meant better?” He argued playfully, his voice holding an astronomical amount of sass. Sephiroth merely rolled his eyes and grabbed their food, placing it on two plates for them both. 

Eventually, this obsession Zack had developed moved onto simple admiration. Zack constantly had eyes full of love for Sephiroth. It was absolutely adorable to some (like Angeal), and really gross to others (like Genesis). The puppy would get in the same pose every time, his chin would rest on his right palm, his lips would curl into a pleasant smile and his gaze would hold love in it, as if he were falling in love with Sephiroth all over again. There was a point in time where Zack was no longer afraid of people finding out about their relationship. Hell, what is there to be afraid of? 

Sephiroth could always feel Zack’s gaze on him, but it didn’t bother him. He had grown used to his unreserved displays of love. PDA had never been something that Sephiroth was fond of, but he would let Zack get away with a lot of it. Most of the time, Zack would pepper kisses along his freckles. Other times, Zack would simply hold his hand, looking like he was the proudest SOLDIER out there. Sephiroth... Admired Zack for his explicit nature when it came to love, he personally could never imagine being so open with the public in such a way. In some weird manner, this open display Zack constantly put on was some version of security for Sephiroth. Surely this meant that they were in it for the long run? Sephiroth wasn’t going to complain, he loved Zack and wanted him to know it at all times as well. 

So, from the moment they started being more open about their relationship, there was hardly ever a moment in time where Sephiroth felt lonely and unloved. Zack was always by his side, giving him words of encouragement and kissing each of his freckles. Sephiroth couldn’t ask for anything better at this point. He felt safe knowing that he won’t ever lose Zack.

...And that his crazy nicknames finally stopped.