#i like to live dangerously and so do not edit forgive me any mistakes

[lilyoffandoms]

Flynn O’Malley for @choicesbookclub

[Grant] [Naomi] [Kate]

I played along, but I truly wish I could have interacted more with this book club because this is one of my top ten favorite choices stories. Anyway, have a Flynn from Cian’s pov on their houseboat.

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VoS Drabble - Flynn x Cian

A/N & Warnings: I just always imagined Flynn was never a morning person but Cian, being a rise before the sun kinda guy, gets him to get out of bed (sometimes) and join him on the deck to watch the sun paint the sky. Flynn complains (good-naturedly), slips on last night’s shirt - or even better, Cian’s shirt - and joins him on deck with coffee (lots of it. I just need this for them okay?!

The sky is dark shades of purple, red, and orange as the first rays of light make their way over the horizon. It was these colors that make clear what Homer meant when referencing the wine dark sea.

He can hear Flynn moving around below and he laughs to himself when he hears Flynn trip in the dark room with a curse.

He’s told him countless times, he doesn’t have to join him this early but Flynn always does if he wasn’t called out by the station. Not that Cian is complaining. It’s one of his favorite times of the day together.

The telltale clink of coffee cups announces Flynn’s arrival up the stairs. His grunt of good morning announces his arrival on the top deck.

Cian turns and smiles at him. “Did you bring enough coffee?” he teases as Flynn hands him a cup and pours his own from the thermos.

“Not nearly enough for this ungodly hour,” Flynn shoots back with a quirk of his lips.

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My Art Ish Thing Tag (Choices Edition): @storyofmychoices @aallotarenunelma @twinkleallnight @thosehallowedhalls @dutifullynuttywitch

[thelov3lybookworm]

Remember me? (Part 11)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Summary: Under the Mountain, Y/n met the High Lord of the Night Court, Rhysand. She was scared of him, but soon she found out that he wasn't who he pretended to be. Despite her efforts at not falling in love with him, she fails. It's not that bad as he loves her back.

But now he's gone, and she's left alone with nothing.

Except for a very adorable reminder of him.

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Tw: secret pregnancy, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: honestly dedicated to @thehighladywrites because we love High Lord Eris in this house 😏😌���🏻

also, i feel like this timeline ca be confusing because i honestly dont know what im doing lol so just so you all are aware, this part is supposed to be based on the time just before feyre has fled the night court 😉

(Not edited as i am going to slee, sorry! ignore any mistakes ❣️)

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The curtains were parted to let in a gentle autumn breeze which toyed with the ends of Y/n's hair, and she huffed gently when she felt someone watching her.

She finished adjusting the covers around the sleeping Fin, taking her time to smooth out the creases before she straightened, turning to find Eris leaning against the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes trained on the softly snoring boy on the bed.

And he was shirtless.

Y/n told herself it was not that big of a deal, that she had seen plenty of men naked, but seeing that pale expanse of skin covering those hard earned muscles, something shifted in her belly.

He glanced at her, blinking when she stepped forward. He straightened when Y/n continued walking forward, and his arms fell at his sides when she passed by him.

Her brows furrowed as she glanced at him and found a blush covering his face.

"Eris? Are you alright? Is your magic malfunctioning or something?"

He shook his head, still standing in the doorway. She paused to turn an watch him.

"You look a little red, you know. Are you sure you don't have a fever?"

He shook his head again, glancing back at Fin once before he inclined his head towards the corridor leading away from the boy's room.

To say Y/n was concerned and confused would be an understatement.

Eris closed the door to Fin's room gently, then grasped Y/n's hand, hesitantly, tugging her towards a large window nearby.

Y/n whirled towards him the moment he stopped walking. "Eris? What is going on?"

He didn't say anything, simply pulled out a piece of paper from the pocket of the pants that hung dangerously low on his hips.

Y/n's frustrations finally got the best of her. "Are we playing charades, Eris? Or did someone cut off your tongue?"

He sighed. "I did not want to be the bearer of bad news, but I guess I still am as I brought you the letter. It's from Feyre. Forgive me for reading it, but it was open when it fell onto my desk."

Y/n's heart slowed down in fright. It... It could also be something good, right? It didn't have to be about her leaving Rhysand. It could be about him getting better and apologizing...

Y/n knew how stupid it was, really, to hope for that.

And even if that hope had really come true, Feyre was responsible enough to not send the letter practically in the middle of the night.

Y/n opened the folded piece of paper, her eyes moving frantically as she read it and searched for words that would soothe her worries.

It was all in vain.

Y/n, I can't live here anymore. I will soon be winnowing to autumn with Nyx. I hope you don't mind.

Y/n suppressed the rage that reared its head in her chest, taking a deep breath as her eyes rose to meet Eris's.

His eyes held the same sadness she felt and was sure were displayed in her own eyes.

"I have weakened the wards enough for both of them to come through without any harm coming to them, and have already ordered the servants to prepare quarters for them to live in. You don't have to worry about much."

Grateful, Y/n moved without realising what she was doing. One moment, she was standing facing him, the cool autumn air curling around her, and the next, she was surrounded by warmth, her face buried in his shoulder, her arms thrown around her neck. He stiffened, but moments later, he relaxed with a heavy sigh, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Thank you." She mumbled onto his welcoming skin, tightening her hold, knowing she shouldn't.

She felt him nod, and she pulled back to glance at him.

If there was any chance Y/n had been mistaken before about him blushing, she wasn't now.

He definitely was blushing, as red as the colour of the leaves in the court he ruled.

"It- it's nothing."

Despite the heavy news that they had received, Y/n felt her lips curl. "Are you blushing, Vanserra?"

He huffed. "Of course not. Why would I blush?"

"You know," Y/n began as se stopped leaning on him and straightened, though his hands tightened on her waist, as if unwilling to let go. Y/n chose to remain silent on the matter. "It is not nice to lie. Did your mother not teach you?"

He leaned his head closer, a smirk forming on his lips. "She might have, but she also focused more on how to treat the female you love the right way. Must've forgotten about the lying lessons."

Y/n blinked, her face going hot. But before she could say anything, she felt Eris stiffen under her arms. He pulled away instantly, tearing his hands through his hair.

"She's here."

Y/n nodded, her hands falling heavily to her sides.

"Let's go welcome them."

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Part 12

Remember me Taglist: @holb32 @awoa1 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @luvmoo @we-were-beautiful @eerievixen @zoe2 @fussel9913 @j-pendragonx @thesnugglingduck @jesssicapaniagua @devilsnightz @esposadomd @littleffawn @mandowhatnow @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @princesslolaasworld @asemkta @cat-or-kitten @txzii @bunnyredgirl @theofficialmadman @leeknows-wife @aria-chikage @amygdtjhddzvb @azriels-mate123 @inky-clover @kemillyfreitas @12358 @justdreamstars @cuethedepession @princessvesta @fides25 @nocasdatsgay @acourtofbatboydreams @stained-glass-eyes0708 @glaciuswduo @wallacewillow0773638 @cassie6392 @quackitysdrugdealer @txzii @anuttellaa @coisas-da-dani @hnyclover @sassyslytherinshai @historygeekqueen

General Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392

Eris taglist: @kennedy-brooke @hnyclover @minnieoo @sidrapotter

[spineless-lobster]

MY THOUGHTS ON THE VENGEANCE SAGA HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

(Spoilers under cut)

Okay I took like half an hour to yell about this with my brother so I have a few thoughts in order here we go!

1. Not Sorry for Loving You

First of all this song is absolute bop like calypso they can never make me like you BUT they can make me like your song.

“I’m angry and tired and restless and sad” honestly me too girl welcome to the club (also the flow in this verse is crazzyyy)

Odysseus is a braver man than I if I was him I could never tell her I love you in any capacity lmao

The ending is 😭👌

2. Dangerous

LETS FUCKING GO I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR THIS!!!!

“Six hundred deaths under my command” okay that’s just fowl you can’t say that

The acoustic guitar in the beginning is amazing actually

NO BECAUSE WHEN HE SAID “Cause I had one goal in mind” AND WE HEAR THE SILENCE WHERE THE CREW USED TO BE????? THAT SHIT BROKE ME DUDE!!!!!

HERMES WITH THE AEOLUS LYRICS/MOTIF/WHATEVER THE WORD IS I SEE YOU GIRL I AM A BIG FAN!!!!!!

Everyone who was like “aeolus and hermes would be besties” YOU WERE ALL RIGHT!!!!!

GROOVY!!!!!!!!! TIME TO FUCKING GROOVE BABEYYYYY!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨

“Wash it away like the blood your hands have known” that is such a raw line to come from such a funky character hermes girl you did NOT have to read him like that

WELL IT’S A LITTLE BIT ✨DANGEROUS✨ MY FRIEND!~

Windbag ex machina

To quote my brother: “the windbag is such a broken item” 😭

HERMES X WINIONS LETS GOOOOOOOO

SING IT ODY!!!!!! YOU’RE GONNA USE RUTHLESSNESS BABE!!!!!!

“Don’t thank me, friend, I’m not the one that fought for you” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAthena

3. Charybdis

This one is another banger!!!!

The ody monologue as he is talking to charybdis is really cool actually

OHHHHH BRING IT ON!!!!!!!!

“My love” what if I just died violently

Ohhh fuck here we go lads

That “NOOOOO!!!!!!” is so fucking visceral oh my GOD when jay said voice acting he MEANT Voice Acting

4. Get in the Water

The erratic piano!!!!!!! That’s so cool!!!!!

Ohhhhh fuck wet hades is here

The way he says “get in the water” is so cold. It’s like You Don’t Have An Option. Get in the fucking water.

“I’ll take your son and gouge his eyes” okay I know we were cheering on ody when he was doing it to your son mr poseidon but have you considered that telemachus has never done anything wrong in his life ever?

Poseidon: I’m going to fucking kill you and your gay little island

Odysseus: have you considered greeting the world with open arms?

Lads how many fucking years has it been I don’t think ody knows how to count

THE EDITING OF STEVEN’S VOICE HERE AAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHH ITS SOOOO GOOOOD!!!!!

I KNEW IT!!!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT!!!!! I KNEW POLITES WOULD COME BACK I KNEW EURYLOCHUS WOULD COME BACK I KNEW WE’D HEAR THE CREW!!!! (Tbh I should’ve expected anticlea but ssshhhh) AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH I FUCKING LOST MY MIND HERE!!!!!!

I see you draw your final breath~

Okay but literally in this moment I think this is where we see everyone forgive odysseus. Whether they lost their lives to mistakes like with polyphemus or a conscious decision like with zeus. Here we see everyone odysseus has loved who has passed away stand by him, telling him that they’re waiting and ready to greet him with (pardon me) open arms in the underworld.

ALSO I JUST NOTICED THAT POLITES SAYS “we can tell you’re getting nervous” not “I” and THAT’S how I know ody died (or at least was on the edge of death) for a few seconds in that moment and interacted with the shades of everyone

5. Six Hundred Strike

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my FUCKING god

I said this song would break me and I was fucking right

ODYSSEUS HAS THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE MOTHERFUCKERSSSSSS

THE INSTRUMENTAL GOES CRAZY!!!!! THE METAL FUCKS SO HARD!!!! THE ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!!!!

Bro the hades soundtrack called they said they want their fucking music back

The deliver of “MY WIFE!!!” DUDDDEEEEEEEE

Literally if you don’t get yourself someone like odysseus don’t even try to get anyone else never settle for less okay the gods created men and then sent odysseus as an apology

STORM MOTIF!!!!!

FULL SPEED AHEAD TUNE!!!!!!!

Poseidon: fuck you

Odysseus: whatever, go my six hundred strike

“You’re going to call off that storm.” The amount of BALLS this man has HOW DOES HE WALK AROUND WITH THOSE

Odysseus said “if I can’t kill you I guess I’ll torture you forever” literally that’s my favourite war criminal

ODY’S MONOLOGUE AS HE’S STABBING POSEIDON HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS THE RAWEST SHIT EVER!!!!!

Literally the animation for this was so good it felt illegal to watch like is this allowed???? Can I stomach this??? This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen????? In a good way????

“I’m still the same” in keep your friend close vs. “Look what you turned me into” in six hundred strike <3333

“Look what we’ve become.” It’s reminding me of how ody and scylla harmonized “we are the same you and I” godddd he truly has become the monster rawr rawr rawr

The way poseidon says “NOO” and “STOP!!!” is so crazy actually

POSEIDON SINGING MONSTER WHAT IF I JUST FUCKING DIED ON THE FLOOR!!!!!

“After everything you’ve done. How will you sleep at night?”

“Next to my wife.”

LITERALLY I SCREAMED INTO MY FUCKING PILLOW WHEN HE SAID THAT!!!!!! THAT IS THE COLDEST MOST RUTHLESS FUCKING LINE EVER HOLY FUCK ODY I THINK YOU ACTUALLY JUST FUCKING KILLED HIM!!!!!! THERE IS NO COMING BACK FROM A LINE LIKE THAT!!!!! LITERALLY THE BEST WAY TO END THIS SAGA!!!!!!!

Closing thoughts

JAY WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU JAY!!!!!!

When he said vengeance saga he meant Vengeance with a capital V

Bro all I’m saying is that if I was penelope and I heard all of this go down… let’s just say telemachus would no longer be an only child

Also! In the midst of my boisterous reaction I uhhhhh broke my vengeance saga bracelet so I’m gonna have to fix that eventually

Uh… yeah… I’m gonna go like….. lay down for a bit or something…

[stardustprompts]

the city of brass  (  the daevabad trilogy book 1  )  -   s. a. chakraborty change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying     tw ;  death ,  violence ,  religion mention 

‘you do realize you just committed a crime, yes?’

‘you get more like the devil each day.’

‘you can’t please everyone.’

‘i’m trying to warn you.’

‘you have no experience with what happens to people like us during a war. people who are different. you should keep your head down.’

‘you sound eager to be rid of me.’

‘you’re playing with things you don’t understand.’

‘that’s very arrogant. blasphemous, even. only a fool would speak in such a way.’

‘there is power in names. it’s not something my people give out so freely.’

‘I am going to ask you some questions first. you will answer them. and honestly. you strike me as a liar.’

‘you strike me as a liar.’

‘I prefer to think of myself as a merchant of delicate tasks.’

‘that doesn’t make you any less a criminal.’

‘I do what I need to survive.’

‘earn this. save yourself. live to fight again.’

‘forget it. I don’t know why I bothered to ask.’

‘do you have any idea how dangerous that was?’

‘your company is not … entirely displeasing.’

‘i’ll cut your throat in your sleep if you’re lying.’

‘it’s not haunted.’

‘do you have to creep up on me like some sort of assassin?’

‘you betrayed us, the very people your family was meant to protect.’

‘you think it matters how you kill me? a hundred more will rise in my place.’

‘you will suffer … in this world and the next.’

‘i’m simply capable of seeing both sides of an issue. It’s a skill you should try to develop.’

‘there is something very wrong with you.’

‘you’re just going to abandon me?’

‘is that what this is all about then? you’re ashamed of me?’

‘you didn’t grow up in my world. you can’t understand.’

‘you’re so arrogant you can’t even apologize properly.’

‘I could not bear it if something happened to you. I would never forgive myself.’

‘finally. I was starting to fear you drowned.’

‘are you afraid? are you trembling?’

‘you can’t trust anything they say. all they do is deceive and manipulate. they will say anything to trick you. to break you.’

‘I take it then that the rumors do not have you worried?’

‘you’re not even a good liar, do you know that?’

‘I suspect there are some good ideas hiding behind your propensity for rash, terrible decisions.’

‘what you’re suggesting … no man could survive it.’

‘nothing interesting ever happens around here.’

‘have i actually silenced you for once?’

‘knowing how your type feel about martyrdom, let me make this clear. it will not be you alone who suffers.’

‘I shouldn’t have said that. It was rude… and it’s hardly the first time I’ve been rude to you.’

‘are you afraid of me?’

‘it is said that when a man and woman are alone in a closed room, their third companion is the devil.’

‘I can teach you … I mean, if you want me to.’

‘I am not your enemy.’

‘I suppose I’m full of surprises.’

‘I am nothing like you. I would never do the things you did.’

‘I like to keep my options open.’

‘I look forward to being outmatched.’

‘I have a surprise for you.’

‘you’ve taken very quickly to ordering people around.’

‘have you completely lost your mind?’

‘you can’t trust him. I bet every other word out of his mouth is a lie meant to turn you towards their side.’

‘whatever happened in the past is just that: past.’

‘I feel as though it’s an illusion, like I’m one mistake from having it all stripped away.’

‘sometimes magic works best when there’s a little … emotion behind it.’

‘my curiosity is winning over my common sense.’

‘you won’t be able to continue like this. one of these days, you’re going to have to make a choice.’

‘you were my idea, you know. my hope.’

‘just because I shouldn’t have done it does mean … it doesn’t mean I didn’t want to.’

‘I never had anything like this … anything like you.’

‘do you think this is easy for me? do you think I enjoy imagining your life with another?’

‘it must be nice to have a family.’

‘you could, you know? have a family, I mean. here. with us.’

‘you trust too easily. you always have.’

‘you’re not supposed to be friends. you’re supposed to lead.’

‘I’ll have to invent some salacious story to amuse myself.’

‘you’re not terrible. you’re my friend.’

‘that’s cold. that’s a coldness I didn’t know you had in you.’

‘I try to dismiss them, you know, the things people say. I always have.’

‘I would stick a blade in my heart before I raised it to you—- I swear to god.’

‘please just tell me how to fix this. I’ll do anything.’

‘do you think I want your death on my conscience?’

‘I don’t need you to save me!’

‘I’m telling you: I’ll never forgive you if something happens to him—- and I’ll never forget what you did here tonight.’

‘it’s been a dark few months. my time with you… it was a light.’

‘I didn’t mean to do that, to hurt you, I swear!’

‘tell whatever truth you want. make it good. I’m done protecting you.’

‘I believe you. I mean, I don’t particularly care, but for what it’s worth, I do believe you.’

[lilyoffandoms]

Blades Drabbles

Well thank the gods for your tags because that’s what I had in mind when I asked. So please have these two morning warm up drabbles. Thank you for being the loveliest!

From this prompt list.

“Let me be here for you, Raine.”

He watches her as his words take hold. Her cheeks tear soaked, eyes puffy, angry hands swatting at new tears as they threaten to spill. He watches her, unsure. Fearing he has spoken out of place. His hands twitch, aching to reach for her and pull her hands down from her eyes. He longs to wipe those tears from her eyes for her. But he is unsure.

He hesitates as she leans against his shoulder and he feels the tears soaking into the dark fabric, staining it darker still. It is fitting he thinks. Bitter, broken tears that appear bitter in color and broken as her weeping on his shoulder.

He risks a hand around her waist, pulling her closer to him. It is all he can offer. He is as broken as she is at this point. The ones they held dearest in this world gone because of their own folly. Lost to them. Lost, but not forgotten, leaving a whole in place of their heart.

She clings to him as his arm holds her and he feels her tears upon his neck. Warm and hopeless against the sensitive skin there. Her breath coming in ragged sobs and he feels his own throat tightening. How he wishes to take her pain as his and release her of her pain but he can’t.

All he has is all he has given her.

His arm. His shoulder. His sympathy and understanding. All he can give her is himself, him here, with her.

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He knocked tentatively on Tyril’s door. Their trek back out of the dark and haunting catacombs to the bright glittery surface of Undermount had been a quiet one. Trudging close together in silence. Too much on their minds. Worry, anger, frustration, trepidation. Fear.

The hush that lay over the halls of House Starfury left more dread in his heart than had the crypts below them. His knock echoing down the halls and returning to him again left him shivering.

He was about to give up when the door opened and Tyril glanced at him before retreating back into the room. Leaving the door only slightly ajar. A faint shaft of light from the lamp Maiele held cast its dim light in front of him as he entered the room and shut the door.

Near darkness engulfing him as he made his way over to the settee where Tyril stared into the few embers that remained in the fireplace before him.

“Hey,” Maiele said as he sat down beside him.

The silence stretched on and Maiele reached a hand over to rest on Tyril’s, his fingers pale where they dug into his knee.

Minutes, hours, went by. He really wasn’t sure how much time had past. Only coming back from darker thoughts to the presence when Tyril turned his palm up off his knee and laced their fingers together.

“Hey,” Maiele tried again.

Tyril looked at him and nodded before turning back to the now dead fire. Eyes seeing nothing, distant and lost.

“Thank you for being here for me,” he said, a broken whisper of words that Maiele nearly missed.

“Thank you for letting me be here,” Maiele whispered back with a small squeeze of their hands.

what is your favorite prompt from the comfort prompt list you reblogged?

All prompts are great but ''let me be there for you''......

[rphelperblog]

Random Page YA Book Quote Rp Meme

Part one-I opened one of my 42 large moving boxes of books to a random page and wrote down the quote for Rp Meme- feel free to edit quotes or change pronoun or person

“knock knock! I just happened to have my ear pressed to this door. I might have overheard some things, and I have a suggestion!” 

“Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”

“She was a pistol wrapped up in silk. She was a blade disguised as a girl.” 

“But how will we learn from our mistakes if we don't make any?

“Hope is the most dangerous thing you can give someone.”

“You don't go into battle because you're sure of victory. You go into battle because it's the right thing to do.”

“Silent acquiescence in the face of tyranny is no better than outright agreement.” 

“Truth be told, I liked that blurriness. That line where reality and fiction jutted up against each other.” 

“There’s not much to be afraid of when you’ve already lost everything that matters.”

“Let's have a toast. To the incompetence of our enemies.” 

“Instead of being afraid, I could become something to fear.” 

“I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.” 

“Sometimes things that appear very different on the surface are actually exactly the same at their core.”

“We find things, just as we lose things. If you’ve lost your honor, you’ll find it again.” 

“Hope is the most dangerous thing you can give someone.”

“Love is a drop in the ocean of what I feel for her. Love is a single sun in a heaven full of stars.” 

“I'll be your family now,"

“Girls hunger. And we’re taught, from the moment our brains can take it, that there isn’t enough food for us all.” 

“I am me because I choose to be me. I am what I want. Some people say you have to find yourself. Not I. I believe we create ourselves to be what we want.” 

“They trained me for this. It's their own fault. They helped make their own doom.” 

“It’s weird how we have to get a little older to realize that people are just people. It should be obvious, but it’s not.” 

“The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.” 

Because of me. Because I let fear make decisions for me. Because I’ve chosen to let the world push me around instead of pushing my way through the world.” 

“I am often told I defy expectations.” 

“All the time in the world is worth nothing if I don't get to spend it with you.” 

“...Because the voices in your head that say otherwise are just fear talking. Never listen to fear.” 

“Do not accept an evil you can change.” 

“How can a man be so handsome and annoying at the same time” 

“I don't know why it's so hard for people to admit that sometimes they're just assholes who screw up because they don't expect to get caught.” 

“Apparently she's got revenge on her mind, and it's really annoying when people try to talk at you while you're feeling murderish.” 

“Reasons we should get married:Because I love you.We both look good in black boots.I spent some time without you, and I didn’t like it.You make me happy.I make you laugh.I like the way you fight.You see through my masks.I really love you.You love me, too. “

“Do not cry for me, I am already dead."

“If by a moment, you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.”

“Why do we desire, above all other things, that which has the greatest power to destroy us?” 

“There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.” 

" I couldn't find you. And I will never forgive myself for that. Ever.” 

“Yeah, but broken isn't the same as unfixable.” 

“I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway.” 

“I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.” 

“Are you like the girls in the book too? Because I think I am.” 

“Many boys will bring you flowers. But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does. Only that boy earns your heart.” 

“The people you love weren’t algebra: to be calculated, subtracted, or held at arm’s length across a decimal point.”

“We want to prove things, in life, more than we want to disprove them. We want to believe.” 

“Strange how applause was just noise, when you were all alone.

[ramblinseahorsey]

There’s so many people out there trying to give Greg’s parents the benefit of the doubt, saying they meant the best for him, or that Greg just didn’t do a good enough job explaining to them he was unhappy.  That Greg and Steven just need to talk to them, to reach out to them, and hope is a great thing.

But I knew the second I saw this shot that they didn’t love him. They didn’t answer his letters.  Never. Didn’t even read them.  Don’t try and tell me Greg didn’t try.  Don’t tell me he didn’t reach out.

Greg didn’t just say they just discouraged music or pushed him to do sports, this isn’t a Barbara kind of miscommunication.  He clearly said they forced him to do sports and music was off limits. He tried.  From the looks of it, he tried many years after he left too. 

Don’t try and tell me that parents that saw their kid constantly frowning or looking like they were gonna cry in their photos and did nothing about it loved their kid. 

The only picture we see Greg look happy in was his school photo.  Not the one they liked enough to frame.  It is possible there are happy pictures around here with him and his parents we just didn’t see, but I wouldn’t place any bets on it.

The only mistake Greg made in Mr. Universe was not being more tactful with how he explained all of this to Steven.

Greg never specified the lack of love, and therefore Steven just didn’t get it.  He saw all these pictures and trophies and baby items and thought, that’s love, right?  He doesn’t understand or know about the parents who obsess over nick knacks, doesn’t get that these weren’t treasured memories to them, they were collectibles.  Anybody who’d still keep the letters, but not open them, was clearly after the status of being parents, not the actual time with their kid.  They kept in view things from a time he was obedient.  But all Steven sees is the image of a pretty, normal family house, the image Greg’s parents were more obsessed with maintaining than communications with their actual kid.  

They wanted him in their life at first, sure, but only back when they still thought there was hope that he’s end up just like them.  Back when he would still go to the island, back when he couldn’t fight his hair getting cut, back when they thought he could be the cookie cutter clone of them that looked neat in family photos and would prevent them from having to explain to people what he did for a living or why he wasn’t going on vacation for them, yet again, using him as a part of their image, not their son.  

Greg wouldn’t have called all of that junk, when he’s been shown to love collecting and having random junk, failed to emotionally connect or get nostalgic about a single item there, if there had been any love or bonding attached to any of them. 

Greg is a loving, loving, forgiving man.  If there had been any good memories in that house, 

he wouldn’t have constantly looked miserable in it except when he was talking about when he escaped it.

Greg, unknowingly, and only trying to help, bless his heart, made a huge mistake with a single sentence.  

“Trust me, your better off than I was!”  OUch.

He pushed Steven away the second he made a comparison between their lives.  You just can’t play the comparison game with people who were traumatized. 

Was he right that Steven got to grow up with love Greg didn’t? Well, yes, but Steven doesn’t realize that.  All he hears is the man who grew up in a nice, warm, not corrupted gem attacked house, with a nice, normal, not training just in case someone was on their way to murder you education, in a calm, relaxed, not born a war criminal childhood.  And complaining about it!

Of course he got mad!! Even if Greg had specified he wasn’t loved, how could he dare use the word better to describe Steven’s life?  Greg meant nothing bad by it, but as far as Steven was concerned, Greg was telling him he had a wonderful childhood, a wonderful future ahead of him, “just like mom” did.

Greg couldn’t have just brought up a half alien baby wanted dead in a normal community, training with the gems, unstable parents or not, was necessary for his survival.  But in the heat of the moment, Steven doesn’t think of that, the way he talks in this scene, he really thinks he could’ve had that, that a normal childhood could’ve “fixed” him, and that his dad’s choice was the only thing that stopped him from having that.

And between that and the crash, that was the trigger needed for Steven to push his dad away.  The guilt for yet another person he thinks he’s a danger to, and the huge feelings of jealousy he was too ashamed yet still too angry to voice over his dad getting to grow up human.  Steven saw his yearbook pictures and nearly got choked up saying the words “more human” pausing with a frown he quickly gets rid of, yearning to be the human in Greg’s pictures.  

So many out here are trying to take sides, either saying Greg was wrong and Steven was right, or Greg was right and Steven was wrong, but in the end both are true.  Both had the right to be unhappy with what they were given, and both should have done a better job trying to understand and listen to the others plight. 

While Greg should have worded things much, much more tactfully, and definitely, even if accidentally, hurt his kid with his words, he meant no more harm than any of the other people who’ve tried to cheer him up, and was right about all he said.

Yet you can’t get mad at Steven either, because as far as he’s concerned, all he learned today is that his dad had it so much easier, less terrifying, and found an identity in a way that Steven couldn’t relate to, couldn’t use.

That his dad can’t help him anymore.

Edit:  I’m not saying redemption is impossible for his parents,(Steven Universe is all about second chances), I’m saying that I can’t see it happening.  If you wanna be technical about it, anyone can be redeemed.  But that’s the point isn’t it? Anyone can change, but they have to want to.  The only person I could see being less likely to want to change is Marty.  

While possibilities are endless, the people who can not love their own child while raising them don’t tend to be the kinds of people to have a turnaround.  Not saying it hasn’t happened before, just that it’s so very, very rare.

These two made it very clear they didn’t want to, that they don’t want to.  It would be different If the letters were opened.  For a redemption/family reunion to work with these two, they’d have to make the first step.  Perhaps they’d get wind of Steven’s existence, and in a change of heart that came in old age, they’d get motivated to try getting back in touch even though they thought at this point it was too late.  Perhaps we’d get a shot of opened letters falling down not neat and tidy on the dresser.  

For it to work for me, Greg would have to receive a letter.

But i’m not holding my breath.

[raineeskiesabove]

His Truth | Albedo x Sucrose HC & Oneshot (ish)

Using the hc that Albedo is a homunculus, but the nature of this creature ranges across works of fiction I’ve seen, so the rest is based on my own interpretations;;

These two may be brainy in their respective fields of study, but romance is an entirely new ballpark for both of them

They’re both complete dorks when it comes to “wooing” a special someone, and are too shy to admit their feelings. At least for Sucrose, anyway. Albedo’s feelings are a bit more complicated, as he questions whether or not his feelings are even real.

Albedo isn’t human. His feelings aren’t human. It wouldn’t be fair to let Sucrose grow so close to him. It would only be a matter of time before he would lose control, losing whatever “self” he had managed to develop over the years.

At first, Albedo treated Sucrose like everyone else- slightly distant, but with respect. However, over time, he grew fonder of the other alchemist, of her devotion to alchemy and her sweet personality. Over and over, he’d insist that she could drop the “Mister”, but she never seemed to listen. It was this pressure, of Sucrose respecting him so much, that made him all the more convinced that she shouldn’t grow close to him. The real him wasn’t who she thought he was.

“Sucrose, this is a busy time of research for the both of us. Please keep all conversations short and to the point,” he would begin to say, using a purposefully cold and icy tone.

“Y-yes of course, Mister Albedo!” Sucrose would always comply with his wishes, even if his words stung a little. But she had the tendency to ramble, and simply figured that perhaps he had grown tired of her constant questions, observations, and other such things.

For a while, Sucrose accepted Albedo’s new terms, only asking for his attention when she knew he had a job for her. No more questions about his work. No more asking for guidance. Perhaps, she thought, he was testing how well she could research on her own! She knew she was lying to herself, but Sucrose would do anything to reassure herself that Albedo didn’t truly dislike her.

One day, Sucrose left town alone to collect some samples out in the fields of Monstadt. She hadn’t told anyone where she had gone.

By this point, Albedo was mentally tearing himself apart from the inside out, realizing that he could not bear the burden to live like this. He knew that this hurt her. He could see it every time they passed in the hallway- instead of offering a shy wave, she simply looked away and continued walking. She never visited him in his lab anymore. She never asked questions, told him about the subjects she was most fond of.

But what was more concerning were the changes his body undergone since he had shut Sucrose out. At first it was barely noticeable: a hairline fracture, what seemingly appeared to be a crack, running down from the bottom point of the star on his neck. The crack led to nowhere, and didn’t chip upon his inspection, so he was forced to leave it be. As the days passed, more and more cracks began to appear, now stemming from all sides of the star marking. Soon, the cracks caused the outer layer of his skin to chip off, revealing an unnatural, gold interior beneath. These areas were extremely sensitive, like the star on his neck, making work very difficult to accomplish.

Albedo fell into a state of depression, now without care for whatever happened around him. He could barely sleep at night from how intense the markings felt, but resisted the urge to show anyone. Unlike himself, who eagerly devoured stories of the unknown, the other seeing him would frighten them.

He spent the following days mindlessly doodling Sucrose over and over again. He’d drawn her before, already memorizing each detail down to the strands of hair on her head. Thoughts of her ran through his mind almost obsessively, and he simply couldn’t understand why. He cannot love. It isn’t real. He is hardly real. He needed to let go of her, but any attempt to detach himself proved fruitless.

Only one event, after almost half of his skin had decayed, roused him from bed. A knock at his door.

“Albedo?” It was Jean. “Have you seen Sucrose? No one has seen her since yesterday, and we checked her lab. She isn’t anywhere in town, and I’m getting worried...”

Sucrose? But she never left the city unless it was to accompany him- oh.

He was such a fool.

Pulling up his hood, leaving his hair down, Albedo opened the door swiftly, saying nothing as he passed Jean in a hurry.

The only lead he had to go off of was her elemental traces, which were already fading due to it being a day since her disappearance. Not to mention that he had to move slowly, due to how sensitive every movement felt.

Half a day passed, and Albedo began to fear the worst when the trail led to the Thousand Winds Temple. So many, too many monsters dwelled within this area. It was much too dangerous for one to go alone, especially for Sucrose, who lacked a particularly reactionary element. And by now, a steady stream of rain had begun to fall around him.

Finally, he found her laying lifeless against the cold concrete, surrounded by a Ruin Guard that had seemingly lost interest in her.

If one emotion he never felt was love, the other was anger. Pure, white rage that blinded every other thought telling him to be rational. These feelings were simply overwhelming, his heart feeling like it would burst at any moment.

Defeating the Ruin Guard in a monstrous explosion of geo energy, he rushed to Sucrose’s side quickly, checking for a pulse.

Weak, but alive. Severely injured, but still breathing.

“Sucrose... Sucrose, can you hear me?” Even in a situation as dire as this, Albedo felt his voice come out calmly and even.

At first she thought that she was dreaming. She had convinced herself that she would die out here, that no one would come looking for her. Especially not the one sitting above her now. Her glasses had long been lost, but instantly she knew who it was. Even the act of breathing hurt, but the relief of seeing his face caused a smile to bloom on her lips, a laugh to escape her throat.

“Y-you came,” she whispered.

“Yes,” was all he could say before the tears escaped him, running down his face relentlessly, falling onto the girl below. His sobs were strangled and raw, echoing throughout the plaza they were in. A stream of “sorries” and “forgive mes” were mixed throughout his cries, Albedo’s chest heaving from the sudden burst of emotion. Never in his life had he cried. Never had he experienced the true feelings of sorrow and regret.

She lifted a hand to cup his cheek, perplexed by the gold plating of it, but more concerned with the distress he was in. Never had she seen her cool and collected teacher so vulnerable.

To both of their surprises, her touch did not cause him to recoil, nor did it sting him. But rather, as she held her hand in place, the gold began to fade, again growing encased within his usual skin color.

He held her hand against his cheek tightly, now desperately holding onto it. He had almost lost her, but he wasn’t going to make the same mistake a second time. In terms of his condition, he didn’t understand why he had begun to decay, nor did he understand why she could repair it. But she simply could, and that was enough for him to accept that he needed her.

She insisted to now sit up, which he initially declined to endorse, but her insistence was enough to make him back down in his vulnerable state. Sitting in silence, she broke it with a nervous giggle, noting how both of them weren’t having a very good day.

Through his tears, Albedo couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape him, his forehead falling against hers. The movement caused Sucrose to freeze, shocked by his sudden and uncharacteristically bold move. In her trance, she barely noticed that he had guided her hand to the star on his neck, her touch causing a faint glow to emanate from the marking. Through his clothes, the two could see the rest of his gold spots lit up, the glow fading as her touch closed the openings.

“Mi- ah... A-Albedo, I don’t understand. Are you alright? The unusual markings on the surface of your body looked uncomfortable. Why... why was my touch so effective in counteracting them?”

“That is... beyond the realm of my understanding, Sucrose. But, I seek the truth of this world, do I not?”

She nodded, but secretly wondered what that had to do with her question.

“A long time ago, my master gave me one final task: discover the truth of this world. Days grew into months, months into years, and I never found an answer that I could accept. I grew worried that I would never be able to unravel the mystery presented by my master. Logically, this is likely an incorrect answer, but the truth of this world, my truth of this world... For now, I would like to define it as the love that I hold for you. It is... a bit of a foolish answer, isn’t it?”

“...no. No, not at all,” she whispered, closing her golden eyes. A small smile graced her lips, a gentle breath escaping her nose as her shoulders relaxed.

Perhaps it was only seconds, maybe hours, that they stayed rooted in this spot. But there was still one thing they both knew for certain, regardless of the passage of time around them. In the middle of this damp, abandoned site lost to time, Albedo and Sucrose shared their first kiss.

Eww the formatting HAHA;; Ma’am it is 130am wtf am I doing. I am so sorry if the writing and concepts make no sense lmao I fell down this rabbit hole and it became a pseudo oneshot that probably needs a lot of editing I’m too lazy to do rn. Til next time homies <3

[pencilguin]

Under the Stars - Oneshot

Hello hello :D I'm Pencilguin and I'm new to Tumblr! I don't really know how to use this currently but I'm hoping to write some fanfics to stress-relieve from my other projects ;v;

I'm just not even gonna bother writing this onto word first and edit it since I'm super impatient so here's my attempt to writing a Xiao x Aether fanfic-

(Also like I've seen people posting warnings before everything but like,,, Is it necessary? Cuz like I'm kinda scared if I did something wrong but please correct me if I do make a mistake >< thanks)

Genshin Impact ship content, Xiao x Aether, Fanfic, NOT NSFW

The summer crickets could be heard singing the nighttime lullabies as the sound of rustling tree leaves accompanied the blows of the wind. In the distance, the lights of the bustling city started to dim down one by one as the people of Liyue started to pack up their stalls and return to their homes to get a good night's sleep.

From above, in the perspective of the stars, two figures were laid down onto the lightly yellow grass beside a crackling campfire.

It's rare to see Xiao sleeping so soundly.

Aether looked at Xiao's peaceful sleeping face before tucking himself beside him.

It's been a while since they last camped outside after receiving the Serenitea Pot from Madam Ping. For a week now, Aether had to camp outside in the wild like he used to (now that the interior of the Serenitea Pot is under construction) - but the good thing is, he was now able to "live" together with Xiao.

With multiple attempts of trying to convince Xiao to move in the teapot together, each time Aether fails miserably with the answer "no". Carrying the role of a Yaksha, he has promised to watch over the land of Liyue to ensure the safety of the people.

Perhaps it was Xiao's avoiding gaze, but it seems to Aether that he partly wished him to insist further.

Face to face, looking at Xiao's sleeping profile made Aether realize that even with such young features, Xiao might have never experienced anything that he should've when he was a child. After traveling for so long, Aether managed to store many stories of Teyvat, Xiao's history were also included. Many people who knew him suggested words of advice that he has done enough for the people of Liyue and that he should have a proper rest continued on and on...but it just seems like Xiao will never forgive himself if ever doing so. As of now, at this very moment, Aether was very glad that he managed to get Xiao asleep when he clearly stated that he will be on the lookout in case for any dangers and to let Aether rest by himself.

For a brief second, a fairly indecent thought went past Aether's mind.

Xiao looks...so vulnerable as of this very moment...

Aether slowly moved his hand and carefully cupped Xiao's cheeks between them, and inch by inch, the distance between the two slowly decreased until Aether could feel Xiao's quiet breaths were blowing across his cheeks.

Aether chuckled lightly at the sight and placed a peck on Xiao's nose tip, and Aether was silently surprised when Xiao started shuffling around in his sleep and somehow ended up back facing Aether, as if trying to avoid further kisses.

Looking at Xiao's sleeping response, Aether was so close to making a noise when laughing at the thought that Xiao looked like a kitten covering his head in his paws. With the sense of safety with Xiao by his side, Aether slowly started to dose off into the dream world with a hand being placed on Xiao's back.

On the other side, the face of the adeptus was so red that it seemed like it could explode any second.

This time, the reason why Xiao couldn't sleep can be blamed on Aether the next day.

[slyther-bi]

This took longer to write then expected. When it comes to writing I need to listen to music in order to write. It helps me invision what I plan to write. Sadly none of the songs I listened to helped me but eventually I came across a song I used to listen to and it helped me invision the prompt that @sevy-stuff-blog gave me. This one shot is on my Wattpad story "Harry Potter one shots" but I'm posting it on here so that @biggestsleepymoth can view as well as anyone else who doesn't follow me on Wattpad. The prompt was confusing but I hope this turned out okay and that you all enjoy it. (Edit: I fixed my spelling errors and added any forgotten words)

Guilt

Requested by @sevy-stuff-blog

Big thanks to @biggestsleepymoth for helping me out.

Some info: Luna helps comfort Snape who is feeling guilty about Dumbledore's plan

Severus Snape walked down the halls battered and bruised. He had just come back from a Death Eaters meeting and the Dark Lord was not pleased. He was furious and he always punished his followers when he was furious no matter who they were. Sad to say Severus was one of the unlucky ones tonight.

Severus hated this, he hated everything about it and wished he could get out of it. Sadly that wasn't an option, he promised to be a spy for the light side. Being a spy would help them win the war, atleast that's what Dumbledore told him.

Plus doing this helped ease his guilt about everything he's done, doing this may not excuse his actions but atleast it's a start. He let out a groan and dropped to his knees in pain. He was hit with the crucio curse more then he can count. The fact that he was still able to walk was a shock to both him and Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had given him a potion to help with the pain and suggested that he go straight to his quarters instead of going to see Madam Pomfrey. He had also been given two weeks off teaching in order to heal. Severus let out a few pained coughs and fell completely to the cold stone floor.

He wished he hadn't listen to Dumbledore and gone straight to the hospital wing but he was an idiot. 'Great now I'm gonna die here' he thought and began to cough again. A bit of blood came out as he coughed and his vision began to blur with tears. He didn't have to energy to keep himself from crying and allowed the tears to fall.

He deserved this, he did. He put the only person he ever cared about, along with her family, in danger for what? He did not know but he wished he could go back and change the past. Go back and keep himself from telling Voldemort about the prophecy or maybe go back and keep himself from joining.

Maybe then he wouldn't be in this mess. Laying here on the cold hard ground battered and bruised, coughing up blood, and in tears. 'My god I'm pathetic' he thought and made an attempt to get up. His body let out a jolt of pain not liking the idea of moving, Severus bit his tongue in order to keep himself from screaming. "If this is how I die so be it" he whispered to himself as his vision began to blur, the attempt made him grow light headed and he knew he was about to fall unconscious.

Before he lost consciousness he heard the faint noise of footsteps. He tried to move his head to see who was there but each movement caused him a great deal of pain. The footsteps came closer and stopped right besides him. Severus's vision was so blurred that all he could make out was that this person had blonde hair. Before he could make out any other detail about the person he passed out due to pain and exhaustion.

A small groan escaped past Severus's lips, he slowly opened his eyes and saw that he was in an unknown room, well not so much unknown he had been in here before but he never knew who brought him here. He attempted to sit up but he felt a pair of hands push him down "Don't attempt to sit up, you'll only hurt yourself more" he looked at the person who spoke and his eyes grew wide. "Lovegood?" He asked in confusion, Luna gave him a soft smile and held out a potion that would help ease the pain.

"Here sir, drink this it will help with the pain" She spoke softly and held the potion up to his lips. Severus allowed her to tip the potion into his mouth. He drank the potion in one go and made a face of disgust "I'm sorry, I know it taste awful" Luna stated and set the vial aside. Severus shook his head and sighed "It's fine" he muttered, Luna smiled and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"Professor?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you join?"

Severus stared at Luna in confusion but that confusion faded when she pointed at his left arm. It was only then that Severus realised that his shirt had been removed and the dark mark on his arm was visible. He closed his eyes and tried to avoid answering the question but it seemed Luna wouldn't let him.

"Professor, please" She spoke softly and stared at him with pleading eyes. Severus opened his eyes and looked at her, after a minute he let out a deep sigh. "Because I was young and naive" He whispered as he closed his eyes again. He couldn't bear to look into Luna's eyes, he couldn't bear seeing the sadness in them. "Because I was blinded by the promise of power, the promise to be freed from a life of abuse, the promise to be the one on top, to no longer be looked down on." Severus spoke and finally opened his eyes to face her, he let out a sigh and sat up.

His body let out a jolt of pain in protest but due to the potion Luna had given him he was able to ignored it. "Because I finally gave in to everyones lies about me" He added as tears began to form. Severus attempted to wipe them away but Luna grabbed hold of his hand. Severus looked down inorder to avoid the look in her eyes. He knew she was looking at him with pity and that was the last thing he needed.

"But you're on our side now, I know you are." Luna spoke, Severus turned to face her and raised an eyebrow "And what makes you say that, Miss Lovegood?" He questioned. Luna gave him a smile "Forgive me Professor but I overheard a conversation between you and the Headmaster. I know about you being a spy for the Order" She explained "I've known for awhile, who do you think has been healing you all this time when you come back completely hurt" She added softly.

Severus stared at her in shocked, all this time it was Luna who was patching him up after a rough meeting with the Dark Lord. "You've known?" He said in almost a whisper, Luna nodded "Yes, the only thing I didn't know was why you had joined in the first place. Nor do I know what made you change sides"

He looked away and laid back down "I made a mistake, a very big mistake that helped set this war into motion. A mistake that endangered many innocent lives" He spoke out with guilt in his voice. Luna couldn't help but stare at him in confusion "Professor, what mistake did you make?" She asked.

Severus looked up at her with guilty eyes "I told the dark lord of the prophecy, I told him that the one destined to kill him would by born as the seventh month dies...." He breathed out as tears began to fall. It took awhile for Luna to understand what Severus was talking about but eventually it all clicked.

She faintly remembered Harry stating that Severus knew his mother back when they were younger. That both Harry and Neville were born at the end of July. That prophecy lead to the death of Harry's parents and to the destruction of Neville's parents. Luna couldn't help but stare at him in shock, nor could she have stopped the gasp that came from her.

Severus had looked away from her and made a move to stand up. Before he could move he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He opened his mouth to say something but was beaten to it "It wasn't you're fault Professor" Luna spoke and Severus felt his heart ache at those words. "It was, it was all my fault, if I had kept quiet, if I hadn't told him then-" He was quickly cut off by Luna tightening her hold on him.

"Stop, you aren't to blame" She stated "I costed people their lives, I endangered the life of the only person who was willing to help me" He muttered, his body began to shake as more tears began to fall. "I ended the life of my only friend!" He shouted out and clutched at the sheets below him.

Luna's heart began to ache and tears formed in her eyes, seeing her Professor fall apart caused her heart to ache badly. Luna let go of him and turned him around so that he could face her "Professor, you didn't know, if you hadn't had told him then someone else would have. And that person would have no regrets, that person wouldn't agreed to become a spy for the Order, that person wouldn't risk their life to help us win this war." She explained

"Nothing could have prevented this war, I can see the guilt in your eyes and I can hear the pain in your voice. You are risking your very life to make things right, without you we all would be dead. Harry would most likely be dead if it weren't for you" She added "We wouldn't have come this far without your help, I know you've done bad things, you've had to inorder to insure that the Dark Lord never questioned you're loyalty but I know truly were your loyalty lies and it lies with us here in the light" Severus couldn't help but simply stare at her, he opened his mouth to say something but Luna held up a hand and continued.

"Whatever you plan to say you can keep it to yourself Professor, You have so much bravery that it puts Godric Gryffindor and the entire Gryffindor house hold to shame. You made mistakes everyone does but it's take someone with a heart of gold to own up to them and attempt to right the wrong. I can see that you're broken but you show such incredible strength because I don't think anyone could do what you do. I don't think anyone could do what you do and stay alive." Luna said with admiration, she pulled Severus into a hug and smiled when she felt him wrap his arms around her.

"Whatever happens Professor, known that I am by your side. I promise I won't tell anyone about this, your secret should die with me. You aren't alone, not anymore" Severus pulled back and managed to give her a small smile "Thank you" he said softly. Luna nodded and stood up "I'll let you rest now, I should be heading back to my dorm" She said.

Severus simply nodded, before Luna left she hugged him one last time and left the room. Severus laid back down on the bed and wiped away the dry tears from his face. The guilt was still eating at him and he still blamed himself but after hearing what Luna said he felt that maybe she was right. He closed his eyes and let out a soft yawn, he succumb to sleep with one last thought in his head.

'I'll keep fighting, I won't give in. For her sake'

'For Luna Lovegood'

[graffiastrology]

The archer, a musical birth chart.pt 5 Does a scorpion sting when fighting back?

Pluto, Lilith and mars in Scorpio:

“No, I could never give you peace”

So yeah, danger does indeed live in you and your birth chart, and she was aware, Battles, revenge, death and transformation will come ahead.

And she knew, since Picture to burn to Better than revenge (songs that are not in the playlist since they may get changed in the new versions) this scorpio force within her, and she has lilith right in the midheaven, and I think of what she said in the “73 questiosn with vougue” What would you say to your past self?

"Hey, you're going to date just like a normal 20-something should be allowed to, but you're going to be a national lightning rod for slut-shaming,"

Lets remember who is Lilith, the mother of demons, the rebel woman,the "bad" wife now a feminist icon, she was expulsed from heaven for having her own desires and thoughts. Having this placement in the MC (the house of public career) can manifest in complicated ways where men and their good wives can point the finger at the MAD WOMAN and project everything you hate on her.

But Lilith in scorpio also has a power of transformation and fighting for women's rights

That event transformed her, and finally stepped into her raw female power.

But now lets go back in time where the narrative was very different, and painted her as a woman with BAD BLOOD putting other women down.But her enemy was not any woman, the triple scorpio herself: Katy Perry.

Scorpio vs Scorpio

Back in 2015 Taylor and Katy stared a big mediatic feud, 5 years from that we can analyze this in a very different way

So lets recap what happened and how everything went off the trails

From the POV of Katy she lent a couple of dancers to Taylor, and she should have known it was a temporary thing, since they have that in the contracts. She must have read the whole contract, right?

From the POV of Taylor from one day to the other she lost a number of dancers of the tour she carefully put together, but they cant go just away, they have a contract oh what it is? Katy told them to put a clause so they could leave the RED tour ? oh this is enough I don’t need a bunch of traitors in my tour, go away!

And they used to be so close, from her POV it looked like she knew what she was doing, and from the Katy perspective it was not a big deal, you tour didn’t fall apart, you had time to plan in advance, but no, band aids don't fix bullet holes

Make no mistake BAD BLOOD was a intimidation tactic, it was a display of power, and it show a side of Scorpio mars in the 11th house (house of frienships)

it was like "look at my army, look at my powerful friends, do you want to mess with us?" Little did she know she had traitors in her army, one of them will be the one to strike low and give her the punishment of a low libra sun pisces moon: destroying your image with lies and illusions.

And then Katy took an opportunity and kicked the horse when she was dead with SWISH SWISH, but Katy you should have known that Mars, your chart ruler, doesn't like this, because if you beat down your enemy when it is down it speaks volumes about your confidence and real power.

But surprise bitch!

She came back from the dead, Pluto in Scorpio in action, babey!

LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO, a power move like no other, just think about it, she could have:

Release Me! as planned and get a shit load of hate "you don't have the right to feel good about yourself, snake!"

Release an “apology” song, submit to the liar, and disappoint all the fans who stand her in her darkest time

Or this, take control of this whole snake narrative, loyal fans have already endured the storm, and it will create a new image, a powerful woman, one that attracted new fans (me included)

And so she was back at the top of the game while Katy was entering a dark era (probably going to make a playlist for her too) in these times she reflected in what went wrong and what was more important, because IT TAKES TWO to make a fight, she send a letter and Taylor recognized she may have blow things out of proportion and forgave her when they meet in the AFTERGLOW of their war.

But let's pause a moment, can we recognize the amount of growth that must take for 2 scorpio women to forgive and forget, to make amends? and that is something she always did, she believed people can be brand new, 32 and still change to grow up, still INNOCENT everybody makes mistakes, everybody makes impulsive choices that are not for the best...but what not everybody does is trick you, get you on the phone and mind-twist you record a call, edit it and re frame it to destroy someone. I am going to put the most interesting part of the call right here:

West: So it says “To all my Southside [N-word] that know me best, I feel like Taylor Swift might owe me sex.”

Swift: [Laughs, relieved.] That’s not mean….. oh my God, the buildup you gave it, I thought it was going to be like, “That stupid, dumb bitch.” But it’s not. So I don’t know. I mean, the launch thing,

West: You don’t have to do the launching and tweet. That was just an extra idea I had. But if you think that that’s cool, then it’s cool. If not… I mean, we are launching the s—

FAMOUS: I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex Why? I made that bitch famous (Goddamn) I made that bitch famous"

Sigh….THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS

Okey let's analyze this, the song was released, Taylor did not promote it, he said that she didn't have to do that, there was an official statement and then the Grammys speech.

People gave him some flak, but nothing extraordinary...somehow he convinced himself he was the victim and as revenge he and his good wife put the edited phone call and used their platform to destroy her, truly a case of how to make the worst of their Gemini, Pisces and Libra.

And after the plutonic transformation and the power move move that was reputation, is time to sit down, and contemplate the pain, because yes, Scorpio is a tough cookie, but still a water sign, and the hurt is intense and after the war, there is pain and even after the years the shape of their name still spells out pain so yeah she doesn't need to forgive however send that letter so they can have their CLOSURE they can have my middle finger instead.

Because when a scorpion cries they will make sure their TEARS RICOCHET, and think about the themes of the scorpio house (8th) how death creates a ripple effect, a death like hers can't go unnoticed and can’t go without consequences (at the moment they are going to divorce) and that is the thing with the scorpio energy it is about action and consequences, its about death and transformation, it's about crime and punishment.

But LONG STORY SHORT: She survived

And I don’t see a better way to go from scorpio to Sagittarius than with that song, so lets JUMP AND THEN FALL into it.

[lilyoffandoms]

Guinevere Drabble - Lancelot x Guinevere

For @choicesmonthlychallenge To Be or Not To Be event (Trust Me). I’m sorry I take all your prompts from this and use them in the opposite way 😬

Warnings & A/N: Nothing I can think of that ain’t canon. Teen (? if I’m to try and rate it? maybe?) Lately I’m on a mission to extend some of the scenes PB teased us with. So this is from that late night watch scene. <900

He watches her chest rise and fall with the steady breaths of sleep. The firelight caresses her face in ways he longs to and he tries not to let his mind wander to places he can't go. To dreams that must remain just that, to feelings he can’t - no - won’t allow himself to have.

He takes out his sword, resting it across his lap as he sits before the fire in the dead of night. He looks it over and checks the edge of the blade. It is a poor distraction. In fact, the very real distraction lies not two feet from him and it is all too real what she makes him feel.

But he has a duty that he cannot fail in.

He looks up at the stars dancing across the sky overhead as the first rays of sunlight begin to erase their memory and starts naming the constellations and he wonders smiles as he recalls the way they had shone in her eyes at the start of his watch.

He sighs and sheaths his sword. Focus, he scolds himself.

He closes his eyes and listens to the night sounds around him. An owl hooting in the distance, a coyote howling and the responses of the pack that follow, her soft sigh as she shift slightly in her sleep.

He groans and rubs his face. I have a duty, he reminds himself.

He begins counting the frogs he hears croaking in the moonlight in the pond they stopped beside for the night.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

He finds himself looking at her again and it’s her breaths he is counting.

He has a duty and yet, he is amazed at how easily he could forget it all for her. He’s amazed at how easily he already has forgotten such for her. It’s not right. It’s not right at all. He cannot fail in his duty. He will not.

Her hair is splashed across her bedroll, her lips quirked a small smile, her face relaxed and peaceful in whatever dream she has found herself in. She is so close to his arm's reach, and he almost reaches for her, but he shakes that feeling from his mind and returns his hand to his side.

His eyes sag closed and he takes a shuddering breath.

He can never have what he longs to reach for.

Her breathing grows quicker and her brows begin to knit together. This is no longer a pleasant dream he realizes as a soft no escapes her lips.

He kneels in the dirt beside her bedroll before he even knows he has moved and he reaches out for the one dream he longs to call his own. The back of his fingers caress her face, turning as his thumb traces the corner of her lip, to cup her cheek.

“Shhh,” he murmurs softly.

Her eyes open, the fear and pain draining from them as she meets his eyes and leans into his touch.

The moment feels stolen with Arthur just across the campfire from them. It is stolen, his mind tells his heart and he stands and takes a step back to the seat he had left. He should apologize but he finds he cannot. He has stolen something precious and he finds he feels only joy for that stolen moment even if he failed in his duty.

She no longer looks sleepy as she sits up and stretches before standing and coming to sit beside him once again. She sits impossibly close to him and snuggles closer still. His mind screams at him to put distance between them but his duty fails him again.

He watches, mesmerized, as her hand rises and tucks a lock of hair behind his ears, her eyes tracing his face and then her hand is following the path her eyes have take. and he closes his eyes, breathing in only her.

He could forget all manner of things for her but duty. He has a sworn duty and with that his eyes snap back open and he shifts away from her.

Not as far as he should but far enough for him to gain some semblance of control back.

“Princess.”

He says the same word he always does, a plea to her, a vow to them, and a warning to himself.

“Sir Lancelot.”

She says the same words she always does, ones he has heard her whispering to him without the title in their bed upon waking in his dreams.

Duty, he reminds himself. He will not fail in his duty. He will not fail in this, he vows as he meets her eyes and smile again. She trusts him. Arthur trusts him. Trusts them.

Trust me, he promises, I will not fail in this.

But this gorgeous person before him is impossible to ignore. He will not fail her or his friend. Whatever he must suffer he will not fail her. He watches her smile grow and sees a bit of something reckless and wild there. He knows that look, knows that feeling all too well, and he just prays she doesn’t command something of him that he would be all too willing to give.

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All Choices Tag: @storyofmychoices @peonierose @aallotarenunelma

Also tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for Fic of the Week. Think I hit all the tag requirements 😬 you know I’m absolutely awful about that, sorry.

[the-kings-of-games]

LEARN MY SHIP OT3 EDITION: Stolenshipping!!

Character Profiles:

Reginald “Shark” Kastle - former school bully, former Barian emperor, older twin brother, no nicknames (”Why do you have to call me by my full name? You sound like Rio!” —Shark)

Yuma Tsukumo - World Carnival champion, an angel, savior of the three worlds, one nickname (”I think Shark does it to make fun of me,” —Yūma, pouting)

Kite Tenjo - former Numbers Hunter, Heartland’s protector, big brother, one nickname (”He uses it only to get my attention.” —Kite)

How did it happened: slow and steady wins the race

Falling in love was never a part of the plan, but they couldn’t help but be drawn together. Maybe it was Yūma’s heart, Shark’s kindness, Kite’s tenderness, or a combination of all three that kept them on each other’s paths. (Maybe it was fate, or the heart of the cards.) It didn’t start as love but rather fondness and hope of fixing what was broken. Yūma was what connected the three of them at first, drawing the older boys with his enthusiasm for dueling, but it didn’t take long for Kite and Shark to see the other as the great duelist and gentle person that they are. As older brothers, they respect each other’s dedication towards their younger siblings, and they are equally thankful for Yūma coming into their lives. Their fondness, fueled by their hope, became a budding friendship between all three of them, and slowly, they start realizing that it is also love that they shared with each other. 

Relationship attitude: equally dedicated but shown in different ways

Yūma, Shark, and Kite are very dedicated to each other as they are dedicated to the other people they love. Yūma is very expressive and open about his affections vocally and physically, holding hands, giving kisses, calling his boyfriends’ names with joy. Neither of the older boys will deny his gestures, though they are less likely to initiate something themselves, at least in public. Shark acts like the disinterested boyfriend, doing whatever his significant others want him to do, but he’s always hoping that Yūma would lean against his shoulder or that Kite would talk about his day when they come up. He wouldn't deny them any gesture of affection. Kite prefers the comfort of home to do anything and likes to be in the middle so that he could hold both Yūma and Shark better. ^^ Shark likes to mess around and try to make it so that he and Yūma are holding him instead. ("I’m the big spoon again!” —Yūma) 

Misadventures:  If you lose Yūma, you’ll find him with trouble

Yūma both attracts and makes trouble, and that worries Shark endlessly. Kite is a bit more calm about it, but he will be there if something dangerous maybe occur. Yūma and Vector are still really good friends, and the former lets himself get pulled by the latter's enthusiasm and ideas. They really do have a lot of fun, but they will both get scolded at if anyone adventures done the "Ray Way" gets out of hand. Shark and Kite get in trouble in that they mostly just get involved.

I think I realized a mistake here in that Kite and Shark should be way down on "gets them out of trouble" scale, but honestly, it's pretty funny if those two are guys who go for the least bothersome thing but are just ready to throw down anytime at, like, a hint of an insult towards someone they love. ("Couldn't care less what people say about me. I at least know people won't try saying it to my face. If they talking about Rio, on the hand, that's a different story altogether." —Shark) Them getting into trouble is usually short lived as Kite's the type to deal with things himself and Shark makes sure people understand the first time around.

Handling conflict: perhaps similar, perhaps not at all

Shark doesn't start petty arguments anymore post-series, or at least he tries. Being leader of the former Barians again, he regains that sense of being a good role model; he's a lot more calmer, having more anchors in his life, and because of that, he is also more forgiving of people. One would expect that he at least dislikes Vector after all that the latter has done, but Shark sees that Vector does make Yūma happy and is trying to change himself. He forgives not becuase he understand but becuase he just can. The former Barians have all been through a lot—whole lifetimes, trauma, and hopelessness—so when the chance to make things better comes, Shark takes it because all that is truly all in the past.

Yūma is Yūma; he still easily acts and interacts with people the Ame as always, vocal about his confusion and his frustrations, and so he might get into fights or arguments when meeting new people; however, rarely does it take any offense easily. Having learned a lot about himself over the past year, he gets what's it like to be a bit egotistic, a bit selfish, a bit worried about anything, so he gets why people just say mean things like that. In the end, because of his easy going nature, he ends up making new friends as always!

Kite may be the one nobody should make conflict with. He may have opened his heart and treasure the people who fill his life, but he still does keep strangers at an arm length, wiling to give a hand but never heaisting to tell them to step away. They don't belong in his sphere of comfort so it's harder for him to forgive them, especially for bigger offensive like hurting his friends. He'd let people come at him because he knows he can handle them, and if they think they have the nerves to oppose him, he'd readily teach them a lesson they won't forget. He's the kind of guy who hits back, not first.

.

(Unfortunately, this one won't be as long as my Kizuna one, but if you're curious about the other stuff, feel free to send an ask! I'd love to talk more, just not here, lol. I have a lot of fun with Stolen, they're just great together. I'd like to interact with more Stolenshipping fans. ^^

Here's a fic I wrote them for them, inspired by a fellow Stolenshipper: Numbers Not Letters, rated G)

[konton-no-kami]

Random Recs For Simps

(Going to come back to edit this later. I have to go to work, - -) 

(Be sure to read the tags sis!!!)

(This is my first time doing this so forgive any of my mistakes, patna!)

You can find all of these fics here. > https://archiveofourown.org/users/ThuggaBaby/bookmarks

currents by moonwatcher

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28120959

Summary: Sasuke was pretty and funny and everything felt fine, so why was Naruto being as weird as Sasuke said he was?After a moment he realizes, simply and warmly too.

“It’s nice to see my best friend, too.”

Naruto can’t get enough of the way Sasuke smiles.

Kismet by DragonofFernweh

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3602040

Summary:  In a kingdom struggling, the Uchiha are forcing Sasuke into marrying the Uzumaki king in hopes it will link the two kingdoms and bring peace and prosperity. Sasuke doesn't wish to be sold away like this to a stranger, but he has no choice but to consent for the greater good of everyone. 

Will the two make it work, or has fate made a mistake?

Armistice by surveycorpsjean

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21640063

Summary: Sasuke is still here. Or maybe; love hasn't passed them yet.

time after time by foreverautumn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3417266

Summary: "Who tells someone they look like a cat?"

"No, I said the cat looked like you," Eren corrects, looking back to the cat and ignoring Levi’s mounting confusion.

You’re Wearing It by kayoackerman

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27872841

Summary:  Levi's grown used to Eren being around, enjoys it if he's being honest with himself. Erwin decides it would be good for Eren to go out on a small recon mission, without Levi. Levi, angry and frustrated with the whole situation, Hange (the genius they are) decides to confront Levi about it. With Eren gone, Levi starts to realize just how important the brat is to him. Just how much he really loves him.

for him. by lovemepidge

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17901287

Summary: for him.

 Bakugou, Todoroki and Deku get hit by a body switch quirk during a battle. For a whole week they are stuck in each other’s bodies. They learn a lot more about each other than they knew before. Much more than they could ever think before.Basically, Bakugou and Todoroki are just really gay for Deku.

missing you and finding you by harryswilde

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27758551

Summary: First part is about Sasuke missing Naruto (before their fight, when he's still training with Orochimaru) TW: depictions of self-harm Second part is after their fight, when Sasuke is travelling and meets Naruto in a lonely Inn.

clarity by ethydium

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20557622

Summary: Bakugou has his heat coming up, and he's sick and tired of spending it alone - so he hatches a plan to invite either Todoroki OR Midoriya to participate. However, his plan backfires, and he has BOTH of his crushes in his room, ready to jump at his every whim. Still, the rest of the plan can be carried out - get off, catch no feelings, be on his merry way. It's definitely going to work. 100%. ... except Bakugou's plans never really work out the way he intends to, ever.

A love story with the infamous ABO trope.

Kiss Intel by walkingcatfish

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26407774

Summary: Izuku discovered his quirk the day he had his first kiss. Moving districts after graduating had given him the opportunity for a fresh start after the teasing he faced for being quirkless in middle school, and with his self confidence renewed he finally managed to get himself a girlfriend in the middle of his second year. They were on their third date when they shared their first kiss. The day that Izuku discovered he was never quirkless after all. Also the day he lost his first girlfriend.

Tears Fall to the Ground (You Just Let Them Drop)  by miraculousemily47

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26829439

Summary:  Midoriya Izuku has had enough of life. Just when he decides to take the matter into his own hands, he gets a surprise phone call from his childhood best friend and middle-school bully, Bakugou Katsuki. On a whim, he decides to go see what Katsuki needs. Before long, his life has been completely flipped on his head. The only problem is, he's not sure if he wants that or not.

Irony by 419Jhat

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17050757

Summary:  In the years spent with Jiraiya, Naruto develops a dangerous relationship with Uchiha Itachi that strains his responsibilities to Konoha and those that he loves.

‘I’ll cry the day this is finally updated. I’ll CRY’

He Who Shall Remain Dead by DeviWan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/659083

Summary: Naruto made a clone. He left that clone with Itachi. The clone and Itachi lived together under the same roof. Itachi had issues (being brought back from the dead would do that to you) and the clone took care of him. It's been nearly two years.

The world wasn't going to wait for them forever, so now it's time.

Naruto dismissed the clone. Poof!

Problem number three: Naruto was almost certainly sure that his clone had been in love with Itachi. Now, in the blink of an eye, he'd lived two years with Itachi. Naruto/Itachi slash.

heaven or hell by Servetolive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24301438

Summary: Where Reno came from, everyone was equally dangerous. And worthless.

Reno isn't sorry. Not about his job, the world he lives in, or the mako-eyed whore he likes.

[AU; Cloud is picked up by Reno of the Turks instead of AVALANCHE.]

‘WARNING: THIS ONE IS A BIT VIOLENT.’

frost god by Servetolive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27039613

Summary:  Reno is sick. Cloud does what he can, with extra advice from Tseng.

work first by Servetolive

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24140956

Summary:  “I wonder about you sometimes, kid. Like, you just stubborn? Is the dumb blonde thing an act?”

Cloud flattened his brow at Reno and snatched the towel from him. “Would it be too much to ask you to get me some dry fucking clothes?”

Cloud gets caught in a storm and ends up staying the night at Reno's.

Another One for The Sins by Sol_Morales707

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21780109

Summary: Sasuke Uchiha returns to the Hidden Leaf after years of his journey for repentance, of collecting and organizing his thoughts, to find out that Naruto was Hokage at last.

He doesn’t know how to feel about his two extra “welcome back” surprises though: one, that the knucklehead was a married man, and second, a father.

To learn that even with all his power, Sasuke was late.

Pyretos by Atanih88

https://archiveofourown.org/works/134799

Summary:  Sasuke came to stand closer. Naruto watched him, taking in the easy strides and the way Sasuke’s face remained devoid of expression as he took in Naruto’s wounds.

Damaged packages are still damaged packages by yours truly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28054962

(NOT ME RECOMMENDING MY OWN WORK!!!! shhhh)

Summary: "We won't see each other for a while...," Naruto started.

"Don't." Naruto sighed, "Sasuke-."

"I said don't!" he gripped the front of his jacket tightly, the calming waves of the waterfront singing to their breaking hearts. It wasn't like they'd never see each other again, yet Sasuke was so broken up inside. "Okay."

Whoever was in higher power hated them both, just as Sasuke was allowing himself to feel again. It all goes to hell.

‘Really just posting my bookmarks here for safe keeping. Though, this was fun. I could do this with a specific ship if you want’

[secretlysheikah]

Tower troubles: Haze

Well after Tumblr decided to force close on me I finally got this chapter edited! I hope you all enjoy it.

As always, I do not claim ownership of the Linked Universe. That joy belongs to @jojo56830 Check them out! I’m just a dope who keeps writing things because I have no self control. 

I can’t think of any trigger warnings, but let me know if I missed something.

Edit: I apologize if there’s mistakes with grammar or spelling, like I said I was having trouble fighting with tumblr while I was editing. So If you see something let me know!

Enjoy!

Start here: 

Hyrule and Twilight moved Wild’s bed roll quickly, and once it was set up It didn’t take long for Wild to slide under the covers and pass out again. Twilight hadn’t left his side since and everyone could tell he wouldn’t leave without being forced. So of course everyone looked to Time to make the call. Time couldn’t recall exactly how he had gained the role of de facto leader but he just decided to roll with it rather than fight it. He wouldn’t mention it to anyone but he kind of liked the idea of being the father figure in some strange way. Being the father figure had it’s perks. It gave him new insights to how each person in their group handled stressful situations. Twilight for example, would often turn retrospective. Becoming quiet and stoic and often would step into the place of second in command. The downside to that however is the fact that Twilight would sacrifice important things like eating and sleep if he deemed it necessary. Taking that knowledge into account, Time stood from the side of the cooking pot where he was making another batch of scrambled eggs and went to sit next to Twilight with a sigh.

“How are you holding up?” He asked eyeing the dark bags that clung to the skin underneath Twilight’s eyes.

“Hm? Me? I’m just fine.” Twilight said nonchalantly taking care not to look Time in the eye. Time snorted, easily seeing through his stoic front and decided to cut right to point.

“Pup, you need to sleep.”

“No, I don’t. I told you I’m fine.”

Time gave him a flat look and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh really? How long has it been since you slept? By my estimate I would guess about a solid two days.” Time challenged and watched as Twilight worried at his bottom lip before he slumped.

“I’ve gotten some sleep since then,” Twilight said quietly.

“Don’t try to lie to me, you know I can see right through you.” Time responded in kind and put a heavy hand on Twilight’s shoulder.

“I promised I’d watch over him.” Twilight said shrugging off Time’s hand and sitting up straight again, setting his face into a determined mask. Time had a feeling that getting Twilight to sleep was going to be a battle in and of itself but he was ready for a fight. Time sighed and leaned back on his arms and stared at the quickly darkening sky above them. He could see the shimmer of foreign stars beginning to twinkle above them and he steeled himself.

“Alright, I can understand that. But I doubt Wild would want you to run yourself into the ground.” Time tried to reason but was met with a stubborn shake of Twilight’s head.

“What if something happens? I can’t risk it.” Twilight said as his eyes moved sluggishly to look at Wild’s sleeping form. In sleep Wild almost seemed to be completely at ease. If it wasn’t for Wild’s furrowed brow and the occasional small gasp that shuddered through his frame Twilight could almost believe it. Time joined him in looking at Wild and his eye softened. Wild twitched and groaned quietly and Time leaned over and gently laid a hand on Wild’s forehead. It was warm and slightly damp from sweat and fever. Time let his hand fall away and for about the millionth time that day he wished he could do something to help Wild.

“You don’t have to do this alone, You have seven other heroes here to help. Unless you think we’re incapable of protecting our own.” Time said calmly and watched out of the corner of his eye to gauge Twilight’s reaction. He could see something bubbling under the surface and watched as Twilight’s eyes hardened slightly at his comment.

“You know I don’t think that.” Twilight said hotly and Time sat up fully and faced him.

“Then what is it? Why are you so dead set on running yourself ragged?” Time pressed and the pained look on Twilight’s face spoke volumes. Time could feel the bottom drop out of his stomach.

“By the Goddesses Pup, are you punishing yourself?” Time asked in astonishment and the way Twilight set his jaw Time knew that was exactly what he was doing. Time could feel his heart break at the thought of his protégé beating himself up like this. Just how long had Twilight been torturing himself with his own guilt?

“It’s what I deserve Time, I could have killed him. Gods the look on his face when I… I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself.” Twilight whispered as a shimmer of tears glazed over his eyes. Time didn’t know how to respond. He knew anything he could say would just be dismissed off hand. So he didn’t say anything and just reached over and pulled Twilight into a hug. There was a second where he thought Twilight was going to push him away, shut himself down and end the conversation right there. But he was relieved when he felt Twilight’s arms wrap around his back. Time could feel a shudder running through his descendant’s form as he worked to keep tears at bay.

“It’s alright, we’re all hurting.” Time soothed as his rubbed circles on Twilight’s back, willing him to confide in him, to lessen his self imposed burden.

“How can I even call myself a hero when I can’t even tell friend from foe?” Twilight asked in a broken voice that was muffled against Time’s shoulder. Time squeezed him tighter as if he could stop the other from falling apart.

“We were all a victim of Dark’s illusion, punishing yourself like this will not help anyone.” Time whispered as he hugged Twilight tighter.

“Never doubt that while you are a hero it doesn’t make you infallible, you’re only human. A fantastic, brave, selfless, wonderful human.” Time urged pulling Twilight out of the hug to look him in his eyes. He could see the pain in them and Time squeezed his shoulders.

“The fact that you’re still determined to make things right and sacrifice yourself in the name of doing the right thing makes you one of the strongest heroes Hyrule has ever seen. I am so incredibly proud of you.” Time said sternly and watched as the tears that Twilight had been valiantly battling back for the past few minutes finally spilled over and streaked down his face.

“Go to bed, you can trust that we will protect you and Wild with our lives.” Time said letting his hands fall away from Twilight’s shoulders. Twilight nodded mutely and stood wiping away the tears quickly and moved to collect his neglected bed roll. Time sat next to Wild watching over him dutifully until Twilight returned, bed roll in hand and set up at Wild’s back and laid down to sleep.

Time waited for a little while after Twilight laid down to make sure he was actually sleeping. It took a few minutes but Twilight’s tense posture slowly relaxed, and soon Time could hear the slow soft breaths of sleep drift from the bed roll at Wild’s back. Twilight was completely exhausted but Time was sure he would wake up at the lightest of noises. So very carefully he stood and padded away to talk to the others.

“I see you’ve finally got wolf boy to sleep.” Legend said not looking up from the abandoned cooking pot. He seemed to be trying to salvage the eggs but it was a failing endeavor. Not that anyone seemed hungry to begin with.

“Not so loud, this whole situation has really taken a toll on him and I don’t want to disturb his sleep.” Time murmured softly casting a worried glance over to the sleeping pair on the other side of their small camp. There was no sign of movement and Time felt his shoulders relax slightly.

“Well he can join the party, it’s not like we’re doing any better.” Legend muttered acidly and was promptly elbowed by Hyrule.

“Don’t be cruel Legend. Honestly what has gotten into you?” Hyrule admonished in a harsh whisper and Legend had the grace to look ashamed for a split second before it was replaced with a scowl.

“Please let’s not argue, I’m not in the mood,” Time groused and sat on the ground with a soft thump. He felt suddenly tired and he just wanted to figure out the plans for watch and rest. Warriors seemed to sense Time’s exhaustion and gave him a nod.

“Alright, we need to figure out pairings for watch tonight,” Warriors said looking around at the small group of assembled heroes.

“Do we really need to have pairs still? It seems we’re out of danger now that we’re not next to that blasted tower.” Legend asked finally dropping the pretense of trying to fix the eggs to lean back against the stump behind him. Warriors shook his head.

“We don’t know that. Sure we had a change in scenery but now we don’t know where we are and we’re out in the open.” Warriors explained simply and was met with nods and shrugs in agreement. Legend shrugged begrudgingly and gestured for him to continue.

“We should also make sure we report anything we find suspicious,” Warriors continued and Time broke in with a question.

“What would you consider suspicious?” Time asked genuinely curious as to what Warriors would say.

“Odd noises, moving shadows, weird feelings, anything that would strike you as out of place.” Warriors answered as he gave the darkened field around them a distrustful scan.

“Do you honestly think anything like that will show up?” Sky asked softly, his posture straightening and his hand coming to rest on the hilt of the master sword.

“Like I said, there’s no way for us to know, and I would rather be over cautious then caught unawares.”

Time nodded approvingly, he was glad to have someone like Warriors around. Wars was a great strategist that always had a knack for finding the perfect strategy for defense as well as attack.

“Well who wants to be first watch then?” Warriors asked and looked around for volunteers. After a quick debate, watched boiled down to Warriors and Wind taking first watch, Hyrule and Legend taking second watch and Sky and Four for the third watch. Which left Time for the last watch of the night.

“I’ll join you for last watch” Warriors said firmly but Time shook his head.

“I’ll be okay, you need your rest.” Time argued and Warriors pursed his lips.

“No one should be alone for watch, it’s too dangerous.” Warriors reasoned but Time wasn’t convinced.

“But you’ll be tired, how much help will you actually be?” Time asked but Warriors just shook his head.

“That won’t be an issue, and even if I’m tired it’s better than being alone and get snuck up on.”

Time mulled over War’s logic. He didn’t want Warriors pushing himself too far but he couldn’t see another way around it. Still it took some convincing for Time to begrudgingly accept Warriors joining him for the last watch.

“Fine, but I don’t want to hear any complaining that you’re tired then.” Time teased and Warriors waved away his concern.

“Please old man, you act like I’m Sky or something,” Warriors shot back and Sky let out a small noise of protest.

“Hey! It’s not my fault I need sleep, you guys are exhausting,” Sky said with a laugh before he let out a small cough. An alarm bell rung in Time’s head and he eyed Sky with a critical stare.

“You okay Sky? Are you feeling alright?” Time asked letting a note of worry lace his words. Sky gave him small smile and shrugged.

“I’m fine, just had a little tickle in my throat.” He reassured easily and gave Time a lopsided smile. Time hummed in thought, he really hoped Sky wasn’t getting sick that was the last thing they needed. After a few more minutes of scrutiny Time nodded.

“Alright, but if you feel like you’re getting sick let us know.” Time said with a serious look and Sky nodded and gave him another easy smile.

“Will do. Now if you guys don’t mind I’m going to turn in. Don’t stay up too late.” Sky said getting to his feet and made his way to his own bed roll.

There was a little small talk after Sky turned in, but it felt strained. No one really had the energy to talk and any conversation quickly petered out into moody silence. It didn’t take long after that for the others to peel away from the group and make their way to their own beds. Time hung back lost in thought as the others turned in, his mind drifting back to the events of the last few days.

Why? Why did Dark suddenly show himself? They had been traveling around together for the last few months fighting infected monsters with no clue who was behind it, and now suddenly Dark decided to make it known that he was involved? No, something wasn’t lining up. What had changed? No matter how hard as he racked his brain Time couldn’t puzzle out the reason. Maybe he would bring it up to Warriors, he might have some insight that Time couldn’t see.

Time stood then, suddenly filled with a nervous energy that made him want to move. He grabbed the pot over the fire and emptied out the sad attempt at dinner. His eye drifting over to Wild and Twilight as the last of the slightly burnt eggs tipped out onto the grass. His mind turned over the little information he had, trying to find a pattern, a reason for the change in tactics.

It was clear that Dark wanted something from Wild, but did it actually stop there or was there something he was missing. He supposed Dark was testing the waters, testing for weak links in the group. That very idea made his blood boil. They all had their issues sure, but the idea that Dark was actively working to use those issues as a weapon against them made him sick. Time put the empty pot next to the fire suddenly angry and rubbed his face in frustration. He wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let this continue. He didn’t know how, but he would make damn sure that whatever plan Dark was scheming would fail.

Time grabbed his bed roll and walked softly back over to Wild and Twilight. As quietly as he could manage he set down his bed roll and laid down by Wild’s feet but found that sleep wouldn’t come. His mind continued to turn over the conundrum before him. But trying to figure out the plans of a madman was proving to be a bigger task than he anticipated.

Time flopped his arm over his eyes and tried in vain to sleep. He heard Wild shift and grumble uneasily in his sleep and Time draped his other arm across Wild’s legs hoping it would comfort him enough to dispel any nightmares he might be having. Time heard a grunt from Twilight and felt a dull thud of something flop across Wild’s shoulders. Time peeked out from under his arm and saw that Twilight had half draped himself over Wild. For a moment Time was worried that Twilight was awake but smiled softly when he heard a light snore come from Twilight accompanied by a small twitch of his fingers. Wild had stopped moving as well apparently soothed by the added weight. Time contemplated moving Twilight, worried that the added weight would aggravate Wild’s chest but thought better of it when he saw Wild’s lips turn up slightly at the corners.

Time covered his eyes again and made a promise to himself that come what may, he would do everything in his power to protect his family. With that firm promise set in his mind Time finally drifted off to sleep.

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Everything was a foggy haze half lit by the silver moon. The fog was so thick Wild could practically taste it, swim through it even. The taste of moss and trees turning lush autumnal colors and a faint sweetness of decaying things skittered across his tongue like dried leaves. Tall trees towered above him like dark sentinels around him and looked down on him like he was a lost child.

Wild was lost. Hopelessly so. He was no longer with his compatriots, next to a warm fire but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out how that had happened. His feet were bare and his toes dug into the damp forest floor. He felt a stab of cold shoot through his legs. Was he dreaming? Wild squinted around, examining the new landscape and took stock of what he remembered.

Wild remembered the weight of a pelt around his shoulders. The smell of wood smoke and the pull of stitches. Wild rubbed at his eyes, and took a deep breath trying to ground himself. He remembered being in pain, and the hum of voices around him but he couldn’t recall what was said. He was injured right? Yes, he was sure of that now, so why wasn’t he in pain now? He racked his brain grasping at loose threads of memory but couldn’t get them to connect. It seemed the more he tried to connect the loose threads of his ragged memories, the faster they would flutter away like butterflies on a breeze.

“Alright then, I’m dreaming.” Wild muttered aloud finally coming to a decision though that revelation brought little comfort. He sighed and put his hands on his hips and took another look around the foggy landscape and thought of his next step but came up with nothing. He couldn’t really see father than a few feet in front of him. He couldn’t see a trail or even the signs of animals moving between the brush.

“Would it be too much to ask for a hint?” He grumbled but didn’t get a reply. Wild snorted in exasperation and tapped his foot. He didn’t like the idea of wandering around the woods. The last time he did that it didn’t end well and he didn’t like the possibility of being caught off guard. He shuddered when the unwanted memory of black water and hands holding him down tickled at the back of mind. He sniffed and wiped at his nose in an attempt to distract himself. When the memory still clung to his thoughts he dug his toes into the dirt again and hugged himself. He knew it was a pointless attempt at self comfort, he could tell there was no comfort to be had in this place.

“Fine, it’s my dream. I’ll just stand here and do nothing.” He yelled into the darkened woods hands flying into the air to emphasize his words. He was being petulant he knew but he was getting fed up with this. He just wanted to rest, to be still and not have to think, just for one Hylia damned night.

“Why does my subconscious have to be so cryptic? Would it kill me to have a dream that’s straight forward?” Wild complained to himself as he started to pace. The fog was unnerving him with how still it was. He could feel mist beginning to cling to his eyelashes and he wiped it away in irritation. There was snap of a twig somewhere in the distance and his eyes snapped to the noise. Suddenly tense like a deer being stalked in the woods. Wild’s eyes stared intently into the suddenly swirling fog and waited with baited breath.

“Bold of you to assume this is your dream.” A dark voice chuckled in his ear and he yelped in surprise and looked around wide eyed. An arrow shot past his leg and buried itself deep into the ground beside him parting the fog around it. He stared at it dumbly, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. There was a another whisper of a voice just behind him and the hairs on his neck rose.

“Run.”

Wild turned and ran, not waiting for another hint.

Small twigs and rocks crunched and cut into his feet as he fled through the woods. His breathes came out harsh and fast, matching the frantic pulse in his throat. He leapt nimbly around larger rocks and bushes trying to put distance between himself and his unseen pursuer. Whenever he seemed to slow another arrow would thunk into a tree next to him and he would redouble his speed. He couldn’t run forever, his legs were screaming with the effort of his mad dash and his head was beginning to spin from lack of oxygen. Coming to the realization that the chase wouldn’t end anytime soon if he continued his mad dash, he slammed his heels into the dirt and skidded to a halt. Wild crouched and spun to face behind himself as another arrow whistled past his head.

‘Think damn it, stop being reactive.’ He thought savagely to himself as he took cover behind a tree when yet another arrow carved a divot out of the bark of the tree next to him. Panting Wild scooped up the arrow and held it defensively. It wasn’t the best weapon but it was only thing he had, and he had to make it work. Peeking out from his cover he saw nothing but swirling fog, looming trees and shadows. The arrows seemed to have stopped for now and he stood and hugged close to the tree.

“Alright, so if it’s not my dream then whose is it?” He called out in a breathless wheeze and was met with more laughter. He grit his teeth looking for another place to take cover.

“You’re kind of an ass, you know that right?” Wild snapped as he dashed to another tree and grabbed a second arrow. There was the sound of snapping twigs as his assailant moved closer.

“How rude! Don’t you know who you’re talking to?” The voice said in mock scorn.

“Oh I have a guess, but what I don’t understand is why you’re trying to kill me. Wouldn’t that be counter intuitive to your goal?” Wild asked as he eyed another tree and judged the distance.

“Oh, Wild. Who said anything about killing you? I’m just having some fun. You did ask for a hint after all.” The voice taunted from the other side of his tree. Without hesitation Wild whipped around the tree and stabbed the arrow deep into the trunk on the other side. Wild felt a savage kick to his lower back that sent him sprawling into the dirt.

“You missed,” Dark said in an almost bored voice.

Wild snarled and rolled just in time to avoid the boot that stomped down where he just was. Wild sat up quickly and jabbed the second arrow deep into Dark’s thigh. Black mist hissed out from the contact and Dark gave a loud roar of rage and swung an arm that narrowly missed the side of Wild’s head.

Wild rolled away again and sprung up to face his dark counterpart. Wild watched as Dark grabbed the arrow and threw it aside. Black mist roiled out from the wound but Dark paid it no mind. His red eyes flared brightly as Dark cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders.

“Is that anyway to treat your superior? You should be bowing at my feet!” Dark roared and rested his hand on the pummel of his sword. A clear threat burned in his gaze and Wild matched it with a glare of his own.

“I’ll never bow to the likes of you.” Wild spat bouncing lightly from foot to foot getting ready to dodge any attack that might be thrown his way. They stood facing each other for a moment and Wild watched as Dark seemed to collect himself, taking a deep breath. His bright red eyes faded slightly as he seemed to force himself to calm down. Wild didn’t trust it and he tensed, ready for a fight.

“I’m sorry, I lost my temper there for a moment.” Dark apologized softly, hand falling away from his sword. Wild was caught off guard at Dark’s attempt at a casual tone. He squinted at his dark doppelgänger, still tense and he waited saying nothing. Noticing this Dark chuckled dryly and rolled his shoulders again in an unnerving parody of Wild.

“You must be curious, I know I would be,” Dark said casually as he eyed Wild.

Still Wild said nothing, only stared with hard eyes at Dark. Wild waited for him to continue but the silence stretched between them. Wild felt his hands start to fidget and he forced himself to be still. Just as Wild was about to snap from the tension Dark finally spoke again.

“The silent treatment, how predictable,” Dark nettled and smiled when Wild sneered.

“That’s alright, I just need you to listen anyway. You see I was impressed by your performance at the tower.” Dark continued and began to walk around him. Wild narrowed his eyes and moved to keep Dark in sight.

“You handled the other’s attacks beautifully you know. I’m sure that if you wanted you could have destroyed them easily. I was practically speechless, truly I was. Which gave me a new perspective on a possible new avenue for our relationship.” Dark said casually as he put his hands behind his back. The vision of contentment and ease.

Wild felt bile at the back of his throat and his tongue was growing numb with horror and rage. The memory of that day blazed brightly in his mind. The siren song of sword on shield rung in his ears and the taste of copper flooded his mouth. Wild was ashamed to admit that it filled him with a sick sense of pride. He was about to spit out a reply when Dark raised a hand and suddenly Wild’s jaw locked around his words. His hands flew to his mouth on instinct and he watched Dark smile.

“Please give me moment to explain myself.” Dark said with a wolfish grin. Wild glared at him and bared his clenched teeth.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that you’re healing has been hindered quite a bit. That potions and fairies aren’t quite as helpful as they once were maybe?” In a blink of an eye Dark was gone and Wild looked around himself with wide eyes. He was met with the sight of swirling fog and the faint sound of snapping twigs. A ghost of a laugh trilled from all around him and Wild huffed out an angry snort. Wild’s jaw ached from the magic keeping him mute.

No matter how hard Wild tried to pry his mouth open he couldn’t get his teeth to part. He tried to say words around his teeth but his vocal cords seemed frozen as well. Dark, it appeared was intent on keeping him quiet for now.

“At first I was just going to keep you weak and injured. Slowly wear the others down with the weight of their own worry and guilt while I slowly tightened my grip over your soul.” Dark’s voice chimed in the silent fog around him and Wild continued to scan the trees.

“But then it occurred to me, why have a puppet when I could have an ally instead?” Dark continued and if Wild could have said anything he would have been raging. Screaming his defiance until his throat bled. For now he curled his hands into fists at his side and focused on keeping himself a moving target.

“I see the look on your face, but hear me out. The others don’t see your potential! You’re absolutely devastating in battle, imaginative and quick witted. They’re wasting your talent.” Dark praised, his voice seemed to be behind him now. Wild slowly turned in a circle, eyes continually scanning in a futile attempt to find where Dark was hidden.

“If you join me I could hone your skills, make you unstoppable.” Wild felt a hand brush his shoulder and he spun to face it but was only met with more fog. A delighted chuckle rang out all around him and Wild felt a painful tug at his chest. He gasped and clutched at his heart as the tug became a burning pull. The feeling was akin to a fishing line being reeled in with a hook buried deep in the soft tissues of his heart.

“I could heal you, and you and me could rebuild your Hyrule. Make it better than before and redeem yourself in the eyes of the people you’ve failed. Hell, I can even make you whole once again, give you your memories back. And all you have to do is join me.” Dark said as he slowly walked out of the mist, one hand raised lazily in the air. Wild could see Dark’s fingers twitch ever so slightly as he talked.

Wild backed up against a tree breaths coming out in harsh gasps. He wanted Dark to shut up and let him think. He wanted the irritating pull at his heart to stop. But most of he wanted the traitorous thoughts that whispered in his mind to take the deal to be silent. Those little voices made him sick and he kept repeating to himself that it was all lies. Legend warned him Dark would try to manipulate him, this was just a way to try to gain his trust or play off his own guilt. No, he wouldn’t accept this. There was no way he would accept. Never. He repeated to himself with all the shaky determination he had left.

“Or maybe it’s not Hyrule or yourself you’re looking to fix,” came a whisper in Wild’s ear and he swung a desperate fist, trying to connect with Dark but was only met with empty air.

“I can help her you know, Zelda.”

Wild’s heart skipped a beat. His blood ran cold and he covered his ears trying to block out Dark and his slimy words that promised impossible things. Guilt ripped at his heart like a physical blow and it was all he could do to stay standing. Though he couldn’t see Dark anymore, Wild knew he was grinning an evil toothy grin knowing he scored a hit.

“You’ve seen her wake up screaming, weeping and broken. It must break your heart to see her that way. I could help her, heal her, make her whole again and take that pain away.”

Wild fell to his knees wheezing in broken breaths. Lies, it was all lies. Guilty tears pricked at his eyes and he curled in on himself but Dark’s words still found their way into his head.

“You left her alone for over one hundred years with the Calamity.” Dark’s voice whispered softly through his mind. The words caught like cobwebs on the shattered edges of Wild’s guilt and clung there like sticky sap on a tree’s bark.

“It must break you every time you see her screaming from night terrors or see how she flinches away from unexpected touches. Especially since you know it’s all your fault.” Dark said almost soothingly. Wild heard the crunch of leaves and stones as Dark stood in front of him. Wild didn’t look up, couldn’t look up, he felt chained to the misty floor by Dark’s words. In one fluid movement Dark sat on his haunches and gently brushed Wild’s bangs away from his face.

“If you help me, I’ll help you fix what you’ve destroyed by your constant failures.” Dark finished kindly, his hand dropping away from Wild’s face.

Wild finally lifted his tear stained face to meet Darks glowing red eyes. When had he started crying? Wild couldn’t remember. Wild was breathing so hard it shook his frame. He didn’t know what to think, his head was filled with conflicting emotions. Rage at Dark’s assumptions that Zelda was somehow broken warred with guilt over his past failures. Worst of all there was a horrible, desperate part of him that begged for the redemption Dark promised. He hated how his heart fluttered with a devastating hope. Hated how even knowing that it was all lies, just a means to an end, a small part wanted to trust Dark and his slimy false promises. Dark seemed to see Wild’s inner turmoil and he smiled kindly.

“This is a lot to process I know. If I were you I’d be reeling. Tell you what, I’ll give you some time to think it over. I’ve got plenty of time after all.” Dark said as he stood smoothly and turned and walked slowly away with an airy wave. His posture practically screamed his delight at the chaos he just caused.

Forcing himself to his feet Wild stood shakily and held his head in his hands. His mind was still screaming confused and conflicting thoughts and arguments and he fought to get them back into order. He felt the magic making him mute suddenly snap away and he coughed and gagged as the bitter magic seemed to drip down his throat.

“I promise, I’m going to kill you.” Wild called weakly after Dark’s retreating form and he heard a soft chuckle on the breeze.

“Oh, we’ll see about that. I would wish you a good night’s rest, but I think it’s about time for you to wake up.” Dark called out without turning around. With a wave of his hand Wild felt his body suddenly fall limp. Before his head hit the ground of the misty forest floor his eyes popped open and the sudden rush of reality crashed over him in a wave of pain and misery. It was going to be a long day, and he felt nowhere near ready to face it. But it wasn’t as if he had a choice. He never had a choice.

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Mad World| Chapter FOUR

Joker x OC(Jane Parker)

Summary: Jane was in the wrong place at the wrong time and suddenly her life was falling apart. The past and future of a dangerous obsession which changed his life and destroyed hers completely.

Warning for this chapter: death, brutal

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Joker

I saw their fear. I saw their incredible fear like it was screaming right to my face. Shaking, completely scared and with a wet face from all their shed tears they were kneeling right in front of me, wouldn't dare to look in my face, knowing exactly that all of this would be over soon, or more they hoped it would be over soon. Ohhh no, they could wish for it to be over, a wish I would for sure not grant them.

"You thought you could play a game," I said and walked a little bit closer to the two whimpering men, "a game with ME?" I screamed the last word, saw gladly how one of them sobbed pathetically. Oh, it would be so much fun taking their lives, taking it slowly, painfully and showing them what a huge mistake they've made to anger me. It would be the greatest fun I had for a long, long time. I cocked my head, eyed both of them more precisely, saw how their faces showed some wounds, how their clothes were ripped into shreds. They had no similarities to the noble men they once were, I have taken care of that.

"I-I'm s-so...s-so sorry, Mr. J..." "Na, na, na, na," I rebuked him and interrupted him by this. Even the men who were holding those two pricks seemed scared, feared me in this mood, and they should. Today wasn't a day anyone should anger me, goad me, oh no!

"No one is betraying me, haven't I tried my best to teach you this, Sam?" I asked and knelt in front of the man who hold his eyes shut, too afraid to look me in the eyes, and whose tears, mixed with snot, were falling on the ground.

"I've tried everything," he screamed pathetically and only managed it to make me angrier. Furious I slapped his face, over and over again, laughed loudly while doing so, saw how his blood was splattered everywhere. It was hard to force myself to stop, but I had to if I wanted to make sure, he wouldn't die so fast. He should suffer, he should feel my pain, he should always feel my pain, and I would make sure of it!

"It is your fault she is gone, and I will make you suffer for it!" I said and pulled him closer to me, saw into his swollen face

"S-she..." "She trusted you, right," I laughed and took his face in both of my hands, "And now she is gone, because of you. Bring him away. Let him live, I need to torture him for the rest of his life, will have so much fun with him as my new toy." With these words I stood up, saw how some of my guys took him away, dragged him away, heard him screaming and begging for mercy I would never show him. He begged me to forgive him, begged me to kill him now, but he would never get an easy death, he would suffer like she had to because of him. He would be sorry, I will make him sorry! She was dead because of a mistake he had made, and I could never forgive him.

"What about him?" The other guard asked, and I sighed annoyed of this question, took my gun and shot my other prisoner, who fell to the ground.

"Who?" I asked unimpressed, "Take care of the plan, I want everything to happen smoothly." I left the room, had enough of this mess for today. I would get Harley back. Today I needed her more than ever, today was the day which would always remind me of what they have taken away from me, and I would never let this happen again. Harley would never be Jane, she would always be unable to hold a candle to Jane, but for now she was good enough.

Jane

It was scary and I kind of felt like I was part of one of the Horror games my brother always had played while walking through the destroyed and abandoned city. Instead of my old clothes, I've gotten some new stuff, everything in black, tight to my body, and a belt full of knives, including a gun, was now my only accessories. I followed the rest of my group, hold one of my many knives in my hand, knew there was a high chance of dying soon, but this was just creepy. What the hell had happened here? Why wasn't anyone talking to us? Informing us about what the hell is going on here? Where are we even going? What was the destination?

"If you won't breath more quietly, I will rip your lungs out," Katana hissed threatening to Boomerang who really was breathing loudly like he just was part of a marathon, even though we were walking so slowly, even a snail could overtake us in this pace.

"Sorry," he mumbled, and I smiled shortly when I saw how humble he seemed to be, but fast remembered again where I was and how serious this mission was which I realized when Rick exhaled hardly in front of us, and the reason why was found fast.

"Are those humans?" Harley asked with disgust, and I also looked with horror to the dead bodies in front of us which for sure were humans... some time ago.

"Seems like it," Floyd mumbled, and I swallowed hardly. In this moment the reason for all the dead people mad themselves noticeable, and I really had no idea what the hell this was, but when I saw the monsters, I thought this all must be nothing but a sick dream.

"Holy shit," Boomerang breathed when these weird creatures started attacking us, and I was completely devastated to see things, creatures like this. But what the hell was that? What the hell was happening here? Automatically I stumbled back, saw how the other guys of Rick started to fight against those things while our little group was just standing still, didn't do anything at all. I wanted to help, I really wanted to fight, to feel the same things I've felt in the past when I had to defend myself, it always had been so exciting, but I haven't had to do anything like this for over two years, I would probably die within a minute. What the problems of the others were, was uncertain for me, but they presumably just didn't want to help Rick. This is when Floyd remembered again that Rick was the keeper of all our lives and if he dies, we all would die with him!

I saw how Boomerang, Floyd, Harley and Crow helped the others, started to fight, keep Rick safe, only Diablo stayed next to me.

"Won't you help them?" I asked reproachfully, but I've heard about his powers, they were part of him, he wouldn't have to be scared to forget how they work, he would be able to help.

"No," he simply said, and I saw with a scared look to the fight, how there were more and more of those monsters, and I knew that I had to help, I had to help Floyd! If I die, it would be for something good and in freedom, it was better than dying in the prison. I ran to one of those monsters, threw my knife and saw happily how it landed right in the middle if his head.

"Jane, watch out!" Floyd screamed, and I had to duck away from one of those things, run my next knife in his throat before pulling it out again. I ran to the next monster, was completely out of breath from this little motion, but it was so weird to actually run again, to fight.

"You are better than I thought, little one," Boomerang laughed while I killed the next monster right next to him, smiled happily because of it. I never thought I would still be able to do this, to kill so easily, but seemed like it was part of me, just like he had told me all the time.

"You are not bad either," I said, smiling and I knew it was crazy, but it really was funny to run around, kill those monsters, to fight for your own life, it was exciting, it made me feel so alive. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw how Floyd shot every monster he saw, how Rick fought with all his power and how Harley was hitting some of those things with her bat. Most of Ricks other guys died, only Katana seemed to really be able to protect herself, to kill everything standing in her way. Never would I've thought that one day I would fight next to all those people, not because of some rivalry or because out of fun, but because we had to, because we had to protect ourselves. How could I imagine it? It was absurd, like some dream, and maybe all of this was just that, a weird dream? Maybe being locked up finally made me lose my mind.

"Watch out!" someone screamed right behind me while I was completely lost in my own mind, and before I could react, someone grabbed me by my hips and pulled me away just in time. I screamed when in the same moment a monster landed right where I was standing a second ago, and without thinking twice, I threw my knife at it, killed the last of these monsters.

"Thank you," I said out of breath, looked to Diablo who once again had saved my life and who was now nodding. He hadn't done anything, he hadn't fought with us, and I really couldn't get why, after all, he was the strongest of all of us with his power.

"Why were you just standing here?" I asked reproachful while putting my hair back to a ponytail. This fight had destroyed my last one completely, I must look like a mess, but I couldn't care less about something like this right now.

"Maybe all the stories are nothing but fairy tales?" Harley asked and walked to us, smiling.

"Even if so, he could have done anything to help," I said, but there had to be some sort of weapon he could use, he could handle. He was a prisoner, for some reason he had been locked up, so he was for sure capable to fight! I wouldn't understand him. He didn't seem to care that much, just shrugged and walked away, to the rest of the group, simply didn't care about anything, and still he had saved my life, twice now. What was his problem? Why was he like that?

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