#i only pray if they realize they can't handle it in the end they put the kid up for adoption or something.

[cravingforsweetsbooksandpurpose]

I kinda wanna write a light & fun #fortunecookieAU of zosan. Heavily inspired by that Rick & Morty Fortune Cookie episode 😂

It could be like they arrived on an island that is very mysterious (in a way just like sabaody bc you cannot find it through any logpose) and the people talk about their famous fortune cookies.

There was also a festival that's happening so they decided to stay and enjoy themselves.

The crew decided to eat on the island for lunch and they're given fortune cookies and everyone got basic fortunes until Zoro's, who got a

"You'll have sex with the person who has curly eyebrows" which shocks everyone in the room. They laughed about it and Sanji being Sanji screaming crying and murderous. He was so pissed but also superstitious. Zoro after the initial shock and annoyance just shrugged it off and guaranteed Sanji it won't happen (since he won't force Sanji to do anything he doesn't want to). But Sanji doesn't listen. He believes it will happen and has been walking on thin ice since then.

But it seems Sanji could be right since after lunch a series of unfortunate (fortunate) events led to so many uncompromising situations.... like one of them being...

(Somehow) They both got the long end of the stick and had to watch the ship together and Zoro was training half naked as always but when Sanji brought his snack he suddenly slipped and somehow someway Zoro's on the floor laying while Sanji's on top of him sitting exactly where his ass was meeting Zoro's hardening crotch and one hand holding the empty tray and the other on Zoro's juicy pecs.

Sanji had never seen Zoro so red before and he had never stood up and ran so fast to the galley in his life before.

There's also that time they accidentally met behind the festival stalls because Sanji was smoking and Zoro's lost again and Sanji was so scared to be in the same space as Zoro that he panicked and his yukata was caught on a branch and Zoro wanted to warn the cook but before he could open his mouth Sanji already stumbled and his ass was on the ground cushioning his fall with his elbow propped and amidst of it Sanji was so surprised he grabbed whatever was near him which was Zoro's robe and Zoro fell with him and conveniently on top of him. Zoro almost froze at the spot. Sanji's yukata was open and deliciously cascading on his propped elbow making his whole torso exposed for Zoro's eye to feast while other hand still clutching on Zoro's robe. And the position they fell into had Zoro right in between Sanji's open legs. Barely any spaces for their crotch to meet. The position had made Zoro weak he had to slam his arms beside Sanji's head for support putting Sanji in a kabedon. The action startled Sanji as he looked up to see Zoro's wild steel grey eye. It was too much to bear he could only look down and away only then realizing the position that they're into.

There's also that one time they didn't know the other was behind and they turned exactly at the same time that their faces were so close they could almost kiss. Or that one time Zoro didn't know Sanji was still in the bathroom and changing. He just finished training and he's all sweaty and wanted to take a bath and when he opened the door he was greeted with Sanji who was full naked with his back to the door, bending and ass out as Sanji was picking up his tie that fell.

Sanji doesn't know how long he can handle it (since he might have a little bit of a crush on said mosshead) and the situation has left Zoro so pissed (bc everything seems to be out of his control) and confused (bc the cook is so irresistible he can't keep his hands to himself any longer).

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This really looks like a fun au. And I might try to do it and finish it before my semester starts!!! pray for me and my brain 😭😂🩵

[freakroth]

Young Love [Chapter 2]

I forgot to add TW's on the last chapter but i don't think it needs any

TW: Smut, my horibble writen smut, alcohol??, idk tell me if i need to add more ig

You can read all the chapters i've made so far on my wattpad

https://www.wattpad.com/1378942229-young-love-chuuya-x-reader-x-dazai-chapter-2

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Y/N's POV:

After a few hours i finish unpacking my stuff and check the clock on my phone. "its only 16:34?" i say to myself 'might as well go buy myself some food since i don't wanna eat chuuya's or dazai's food' 

When i walk out of my room is see chuuya and dazai have changed their outfits 'are they going on a date or something?' "where are you two going?" i ask them.

"Oh! Hey Y/N, me and Chuuya are going on a date so we will be gone for a few hour!" Dazai says happily. "oh nice, i was just about to go get some food for myself" i say and start to put on my shoes. 

For some reason when i bend down i feel like someone is watching me from behind but i don't think much of it.

A few hours later

I'm just laying in my bed and listening to music while pretending to be in edits and also singing along to some songs.

When ever my favorite songs come on i start dancing or just walking around in my room. "Bernadette, You are my liberty. I celebrate the day, That you changed my history. Oh, life and death. Will always lead you into love and regret. But you have answers, And I have the key For the door to Bernadette~" i sing praying to god that Chuuya and Dazai aren't home yet, because 1, that would be embarrassing and 2, i don't have the prettiest singing voice in the world.

After the song ends i lay back down in my bed waiting for the next song to come on, but realize that my headphone are dead "aw man.." i say and start looking for the changer to the headphones.

Dazai POV: (3rd person)

Dazai and Chuuya are sitting at a bar drinking. (its around 23:00pm btw) 

"Chuuya~ you really shouldn't be drinking this much~ you know you can handle your liquor~" Dazai teases him. "Shut up! i can handle my alcohol very well!"  Chuuya says and chugs down a glass of wine. "oh lord" Dazai says and sees that hes starting to get drunk. 

Suddenly Chuuya gets up and goes over to the karaoke area of the bar, picks up the microphone and starts singing his heart out.

Dazai is giggling and recording the whole thing for later blackmail.

After a while everyone starts leaving because the bar is closing. "Chuuya, baby its time to get you home" Dazai says and picks up the drunk Chuuya.

Y/N's POV:

When i walk back into my room after getting myself some water from the sink i hear Rasputin playing and a young man yelling "COME ON FYODOR, YOU CAN DO IT!!" from the dorm next mine. 'i guess someone's having fun' i think and chuckle to myself. 

I put my glass of water on my bedside table and sit down on my bed and look out the window.

(this what the room looks like with a bigger window and more room + some of you're own thing)

While looking out at the dark street, i see Dazai and Chuuya walking back, or more like Dazai is carrying Chuuya on his shoulders. "he's probably drunk or something" i say to myself.

I put on my headphones and start watching something on my computer.

after sometime i go to the kitchen to get water but stop as my jaw drops 'WHAT. THE. FUCK!?' i think as i see Dazai and Chuuya making out in the kitchen. I almost drop my glass "okay i think its time for me to go to bed, i can't deal with this anymore" i say as i walk back to my room, praying they didn't notice me.

As i walk into my room i turn of the lights and start taking of my clothes, going to bed in only my bra and panties. 

As i try to sleep i hear Dazai and Chuuya going into their bedroom to probably have sex or something, i feel myself start to get pretty horny from just listening to them. 

I just lay there listening to them. I feel myself get flustered hearing what i believe is Dazai's cute moans and whimpers as Chuuya fucks him.

Dazai POV:  

"AH~ hm~ chuuya!~" i moan like a slut as is Chuuya fucks me from behind, and choking me. "fuck, such a slutty boy you are~" Chuuya says in my ear as i cry from the pleasure. 

"please~ i'm a good boy!~ please be gentle~" i plead as the pleasure becomes to much to bare "please let me cum..!~ i'm so close chuuya~" i cry into my pillow.

"No~ not yet, little slut~" Chuuya's thrusts get much faster and rougher, and it's hard for me to not cum right then and there. "p-please!~ Chuuya..!~" i cry and feel his teeth bite my neck.

"cum." Chuuya says in a commanding voice and i cum all over the bed. " good boy~" Chuuya says and kisses my forehead. "you did so well little slut~" he whispers "but its not over yet~" 

Y/N's POV:  

After what feels like forever they finally stop whatever they were doing. I check my phone and see its 5:23 am. "four hours!? damn they are like bunnies in heat.." i say as i try to sleep again.

Next morning: (Y/N POV) 

The next morning i come out of my room looking like shit. when i walk into the kitchen i see Dazai hugging Chuuya from behind while he cooks.

"Next time try to not wake up the whole campus with all of your noises" i say to them in a pissed voice while i make myself some coffee. They both turn to look at me in surprise. "what..?" Chuuya says while nervelessly laughing. "if you're gonna have sex don't be so fucking loud" i walk back to my room while they just look at me in shock, they both must have forgot i was in the apartment and didn't think to try to be quiet. 

After drinking my coffee i start to put on my clothes. 

'looks nice' i smile while looking at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a white dress shirt, a black jean skirt that goes to my ankles with a slit at the bottom reveling my legs(it can be pants to if you want) a  black west with white stripes and black leggings with small heart on them.

When i walk out of my room i see Dazai and Chuuya eating breakfast, 'that looks kinda good' i think to myself as i put my shoes on.

"aren't you gonna eat something before you leave?" i flinch as i hear Dazai talk to me. "a-ah, no i don't eat breakfast, it makes me want to throw up" Dazai looks at me "okay.." he says as i walk out of the dorm. 'phew' i think as i walk down the hall.

"COME ON FYODOR! CAN WE PLEASE GET ANOTHER RAT?! RATATOUILLE NEEDS A FRIEND!" I hear the same young man from last night yell again. 'isn't that the one who yelled "you can do this fyodor!!" last night?' i think. 

When i turn a corner i see a tall man with white long hair in a pig tail and a scar on one of his eyes, a man with pale skin and black hair to his shoulders and a man with a Christmas tree looking hairstyle and his hair being half white, half purple. 'What the actual fuck is that hairstyle' i think as i look at the poor man. 

All three of them notice that i'm looking at them and the white haired speaks "Oh, hey! you must be new here!" he says and runs up to me "uh.. yeah i am.." i say. "i'm Nikolai, Nikolai gogol!" the white haired man says. "this here is Fyodor, my dear friend!" he says and points at the black haired man. 'the way he said dear seems like they are more then friends' 

"and this one here is Sigma!" Nikolai points at the white and purple haired man. 'there's no fucking way is his name Sigma'. "uh.. i'm Y/N" i say. "hello Y/N, its nice to meet you" Fyodor says in a thick Russian accent and shakes my hand with his cold one. "its nice to meet you too" i smile "i think i heard you guys last night, you guys were playing Rasputin" i laugh.

"OH! yeah we were playing just dance!" Nikolai says happily. I look at Sigma who looks a bit nervous. "uhh.. sorry if we bothered you last night.!" he says. 'poor man' i think 'he probably lost a bet to that Nikolai guy and had to get that haircut'. 

"Oh, no i didn't bother me at all, it made me happy to know someone was having fun" i smile at him. "oh.. okay" he smiles back.

Nikolai goes back to begging Fyodor to get another rat and i walk up to Sigma. "Y/N" i reach out my hand for him to shake "Sigma" he says while shaking my hand. "not to be rude or anything, but is Sigma your real name? isn't it a Greek letter?" i ask "..its not actually my real name.. i have amnesia and forgot my real name.. so i just use that.." he says while scratching the back of his head. "oh i'm so sorry! that must have sounded rude!" i say while panicking a bit "no! its okay! really, a lot of people ask me that, so i don't find it rude anymore" he says trying to reassure me.

'phew' i think. "uhh.. do you want to be friends or something..? i don't really have any friends at the moment.." i ask him "sure" he smiles at me.''

"so.. how long have you been friends with Nikolai and Fyodor?" i ask "about 3 years" he says. i smile at him. "oh, can i have your phone number? you don't have to if you don't want to!" he says "yeah, here its xxxxxxxx" i smile at him. "thanks mine is xxxxxxxx" he says.

"ooo~ is Sigma getting himself a partner?~ its about time~" Nikolai teases him. "WHAT!? NO! WE ARE JUST FRIENDS!" Sigma starts blushing and he feels embarrassed. "Sure~" Nikolai teases him more. "uhh.." i feel a bit uncomfortable, since i'm not really looking to be in a relationship. All of the past relationships i've been have quite toxic or abusive, so i don't really trust anyone anymore. 

"Are you okay Y/N..? you look a bit uncomfortable.. did what Nikolai say make you uncomfortable..?" Sigma asks me "huh? oh, no! not at all! its just that its weird for me to be teased! thats all!" i lie. 

"oh okay.." Sigma says and we start walking somewhere. "so do you want to go somewhere today to get to know each other better?" Sigma asks "sure" i smile.

(i hope yall liked this chapter👉👈 i didn't really have any ideas for this chapter lol. also please give me some ideas for the next chapter, idk what to write in it)

[saltysplayt00ns]

Home. PG 820 - Oh boy here we go

I don't think audience realize how serious the latest page is of Home comic without the dopamine clouding them about more puppies/kittens. I will update on this when this now added plot if shown more through the public viewing. So we got a " golden lioness" WRONG despite the Wiki stating the lion was actually golden we have instead ANOTHER black colored character with Pixie dust. No it's not speculated or perceived, it is stated that the Lioness IS golden. So either Kique forgot, wanted to do an april fools joke in the middle of October or he really is just lazy that he can't even look up a simple Google search of " Golden Lions/Lionesses"

So We got an entity that only aids the Feline kind and not Canids, This means the deity will not associate with other dogs' prayers of any kind but will for the Felidae kind. It is the reason why they’ve received the bow & arrows. To protect their people from said canines, and from the track record I would not be surprised if she is vengeful and possibly judgmental of them.

This character already is an OP character ( OP = overpowering ), one with no flaws or buffers to compete with her powers except she will ghost canids. She can easily destroy the canines by giving the cats the upper and, and be the top of the food chain, she can easily kill a canine if a feline prays for it, cause havoc and whatnot...you see what I am getting here?? heck she can do it without the people's prayers cause she literally just did it twice. The reason why I stated this?? This is because, on the Latest Home page, Feaf is now bearing a Hybrid from fornicating with Rhovanion instead of aiding Ronja and the tribe. Her having kids isn’t wrong?? But it is unnecessary and irrelevant to the story ( I will get to that in a bit ), it's the fact the Deity did it WITHOUT CONSENT. 

Everyone with a brain knows what consent is, even kids, elders, writers, etc. learned to ask something for permission of approval or business with contracts,  which is a form of consent. An agreement upon something to happen or commence, The lioness is already trying to ‘ bless’ the pregnancy without even talking to them in a dream or privately to the Taiga.

We have seen Horror media content and writing of this trope and people forcing others to child bear without their knowledge or even up to know about it. That is nightmare fuel. Whose to say The lioness just gives other inter-species couples children without their whereabouts, and not solely on a Male dog with a female cat but a MALE cat and female dog can end up in the same fate cause there is a cat in the mix to bless their spouse to bear. Like seriously people instead of them working their differences and hurdles, they easily got the situation handled in under 1-3 pages like every conflict kique tries to put in his comic. -----

Now on the pregnancy aspect, Feaf becoming pregnant is very irrelevant to the plot of Home. Now Home doesn’t really have a plot after Rogio was saved, it's just broken pieces stitched together and being overinflated with unfinished, reoccurring, and new plot lines. Feaf should NOT be having children for;

1. Feaf and Rhov are two different species.

2. Feaf and Rhovanion barely got the time to get to know each other and grow but now we have this osmosis litter on the way.

3. Rhov and Feaf have not shown them to be good parents to rear as we didn’t have screen time for them to show it. At least Kainen and Raela from Asmundr proved to be good parental figures and individuals. Rhovanion so far had lied, stayed complacent despite having free reign to search for his family, and tried to get one of the guild members in trouble and/or fired for sneaking off and is very inconsiderate more so forgotten what his tasks were. Feaf has so far been gaslighted 3 times when Rhov stated time and time again that he was leaving to find his family and mate, is also forgetful and inconsiderate of her tasks and if given is willing to do anything Rhovanion asks or initiates to her.

4. There are 4 wars happening in Home so far; Southspear x The Capitol, Ranach x Meteor, Ranach x The Capitol, and Rohgir.

5.  The deity is being rather inconsiderate and unfair, since Raimo and Zaharia were already an interspecies couple who lost their Son. If the golden lioness was that powerful they should have revived Zilas or led to a spirit that can do it. Rogio did it for Kargo despite his body being burned…. Why not Zilas???

6.  Kique is only doing this to have a reason for  Rhovanion and Feaf to stay in one spot instead of going to Ronja or Jahla. It's also obviouse he doesn't know what to do with Feaf or Rhov except be parents, when they could...oh - I don't know, GO AND SAVE RONJA FROM THE RAID WITH ASMUNDR!!!!

7. The author is out of ideas and boredom while also trying to bring more audiences. ------

If you stated “ WelL FEaf GrAB tHe FeATher sO ShE CoNSenTEd “ if that’s the case it is STILL wrong for the spirit basically deceive Feaf to grab the feather and not know the consequences, again they did not disclose that to Feaf. Rhov and Feaf probably didn’t even know what it meant and Rhovanion is not one to dabble on cultural deity knowledge.

If Feaf did know about it, then it’s scummy on her cause she just hid something important that Rhov should definitely know about. Kids and pregnancy should not be a tool/leverage to keep someone from leaving you. " MaYbE thEy WAntEd iT” WHERE IS IT!!!, WHERE’S THE PROOF!?. You can’t have this left field and expect people to accept it and not be confused. No where has Feaf nor Rhov had discussed nor thought about having kids. THEY BOTH AGREED TO JOIN THE GUILD. which states they can not have mates nor children ( although the guild rules are just bluntly stupid ) so they already knew from start of that and didn't express concerns...especially Rhov who is the one to question stuff. At this point the deities and spirits in Home are a parody and NOT taking seriously of moral, consequences and the dangers. The characters are literally heavily plot armored and the beings are second thought of a joke in worldbuilding.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Yey! Your back I can't wait to request this. I really love your 'love only after death' . Can you make part 1 and part 2 of that again but the characters are

Lu Bu, Jack the Ripper, Hermes, Loki, Odin and Buddha. Thank you so much you are my favorite Ror author.🥰🥰🥰

*Cracks knuckles* you’re all sure thirsty for the angst with a happy ending, but I’m happy to oblige!

Part 1

-Unlike your dream wedding, where you would marry the man of your dreams out of love, you were forced into an arranged marriage by your cruel uncle to a man you had never met before.

-You were rumored to be an evil and vain woman, spoiled beyond belief, greedy and cruel to others.

-Those rumors couldn’t be farther from the truth.

-Your uncle killed your parents and beat you into silence, so he could inherit all of your parent’s wealth, telling you that you were only good to marry off for connections and if you said anything you would be tortured slowly until death.

-You were terrified of pain, so you complied, building a wall around you, to protect yourself, so you came off quiet and a bit aloof, but to others, you came off as cold.

-Your marriage was not a happy one, your husband never sought you out, treating you like a pest, doing his best to ignore you for the two years he needed to be married to you, via the contract with your uncle.

-The servants, however, were quick to learn the truth, realizing that you were a kind person, just guarded, as you always spoke to them with respect, not like they were beneath you, earning their respect and admiration.

-Your husband was another story, as he never saw this side of you, as he always treated you with so much hostility, despite never giving him a reason to be.

-You just took it, praying that you would survive, mentally and emotionally, until he would divorce you, then you would run away and live quietly, far away from both your uncle and your cold husband.

-Despite his hostility towards you, you couldn’t help but admire him, he was such a strong leader, loved and admired by all. You respected him fiercely and made sure to never do anything to embarrass him.

-Your heart broke, after a little over a year, when you saw him having tea with another woman, who was dressed in a rather risqué dress, flirting shamelessly with him.

-You left before he told her off, telling her that he was a married man and when she tried to bat her eyes at him, saying that you didn’t give him what she could provide, he got up and left her.

-Your husband was stunned to find you a few days later, sitting with a couple of children, one on either side of you and a younger one in your lap, reading to them, a gentle smile on your face, one he hadn’t seen before.

-He paid a bit more attention, listening to the servants speak about how kind you were. It confused him as he thought you were just like your uncle, cruel and evil.

-It was three weeks later when your uncle laid siege to the massive home you lived in, wanting to kill both you and your husband so he could inherit the wealth.

-You were reading to the children when the attack happened, immediately telling them to run as the guards ran to face the enemies and you ran with the servants.

-You heard a child scream, and you could only turn in slow motion, seeing a cruel man about to strike down a child with a sword.

-You don’t think you’ve moved so fast in your life, grabbing a water pitcher and catching the blade, disarming the enemy before grabbing the sword, putting yourself between the servants and children and the group of men who were quick to find your group, defenseless.

-Your husband quickly dealt with the attack, handling it with ease until he turned as one of the maids ran for him, “Save Y/N! She’s can’t fight them all off on her own!”

-His blood ran cold, hearing another group of enemies had found you.

-When he arrived, the sound of sobbing children was all he could hear, his eyes widening, seeing the bodies of a total of eight men, attackers, all dead, the servants you protected and the children sitting around your dead body, a small smile on your face.

-He was told that you protected them all, allowing one of the maids to run for help, by showing your own skills with a sword, but eight on one was bad odds.

-Your body was covered in wounds, large stab wounds that you continued to fight with, fighting through the pain to keep them safe.

-When the last man fell, that’s when you also fell, dying with a smile on your face.

-His family were quick to answer the call to arms, arriving when the battle was over with, seeing (God) cradling your body.

-You were buried with full honors, honored as a hero for your actions and when his family helped him clean out your modest room, he found your diary and a neatly wrapped present.

-They learned of your uncle’s crimes, the murder of your parents and the abuse you were forced to endure, being beaten into silence, as well as the rumors about how cold and cruel you were, when you were just trying to protect yourself.

-He immediately gave orders to capture your uncle and be brought to him for immediate execution. None opposed his order.

-He could see in your words the love you had for him, starting off as respect before moving to love, causing his heart to break because he treated you so coldly.

-His heart broke a second time when he read the misunderstanding with that other woman, believing her to be his lover, the woman who made him happy.

-Your desire to last until the divorce and your plans to live in a quiet countryside home, surrounded by flowers and an orchard was so simple sounding, it sounded so nice.

-He looked at the gift box, after reading your diary, that you had gotten him a present for his birthday, which made him smile softly, as he hadn’t celebrated it in years, but you couldn’t find a way to give it to him, especially after seeing him with another woman.

-Lu Bu- There have only been a few times, in Lu Bu’s life, where he has felt regret, wishing he had been able to do more. The death of his father was the one that stuck out the most to him, until this moment, where he was looking down at your headstone, adorned with flowers. His fists were clenched tightly at his side, nails biting into his skin, blood dripping down from his hands, but it didn’t hurt. He knew pain from the few strong opponents he had the pleasure of fighting in his life, and pain usually brought him so much joy, it meant he was alive and having fun. The pain in his chest was one he only felt when his father died, but this time it was worse, because he was the cause, he could have prevented this, had he done more. Chen Gong was crying, for both himself and for his lord, knowing his lord was crying on the inside, because he wasn’t moving away from your grave. Lu Bu stood there for three full days and nights, regretting every single thing he did to you. Chen Gong would take it to the grave that he saw a single tear slip down his lord’s face on the third day.

-Jack- He disliked alcohol, he hated the way it made him feel, the only time he would partake is on Christmas Day, having a glass of wine. However, four bottles in, the wine he was downing straight from the bottle did little for him, for his pain. The ache in his heart hurt worse than any wound he had ever received before, he had known you were guarded, using his ability, you were scared and cautious, but you were also kind and gentle. Yet he never did anything about it, never treated you like a gentleman should, like a husband should. This pain was of his own cause and Jack was unsure if that was the reason why his pain wouldn’t leave him, feeling regret. The pocket watch, with a beautiful rose engraved on it, his birthday gift that he had found while going through your things, was so simple, but so meaningful to him, with a Shakespeare quote engraved inside the lid, ‘By any other name would smell as sweet’. Tears welled in his eyes as he grabbed another bottle, taking a deep drink.

-Hermes- No gentle words, apologies, condolences, offers of assistance, would quell the rage in Hermes’ heart. He refused to move from the spot in front of your grave, made of beautiful white marble, flowers covering it, even if it was pouring down rain. None of his brothers or even his father or uncles could console him, their words meaningless to him, as this was all his fault. Had he been there for you, had he had been more of a husband- a true husband for you- then maybe you would still be alive. Every ‘what-if’ thought was replaced with another, Hermes was drowning in his sorrow, even after his tears had long dried, the sorrow remained, the ache in his heart was as fresh as a new open wound. Ares was the one to finally bring him inside, helping his brother clean up and dry off before he presented him with a wrapped box, “I found this in Y/N’s room. It has your name on it. I think it was a birthday present.” Hermes looked a bit startled but instantly opened the gift, finding a new silk tie, crimson red in color, a new handkerchief that was hand embroidered, and a tie clip in the shape of a wing. It was so simple, but he could see the thought you had put into it, as well as the work into the handkerchief, it was the most beautiful gift anyone has ever gotten him.

-Loki- He became a recluse, barely leaving his home, barely leaving his bed, but was unable to sleep, plagued with memories and nightmares of everything he did to you, or more along the lines of what he didn’t do. He thought going after your uncle, on Odin’s orders after your uncle’s crimes were confirmed, and killing him himself, would make the trickster god feel better. For once, it just made Loki feel even worse. He barely ate, didn’t sleep, and never seemed to leave his home, the home he used to share with you, the home he wished you still shared with him. Thor and Odin both tried speaking with Loki, trying to help him with his grief, but nothing they did or could say helped. It was a month later when Loki sought out Odin, after re-reading your diary again for the nth time, holding a birthday present you had prepared for him but never gave, a new dagger, made of black metal with bright silver details, beautiful and well thought of. Odin and Thor both helped Loki slowly recover from your loss and slowly he was back to pulling pranks and causing trouble, but there was a deep void in his heart, meant for you.

-Odin- He told all servants to leave him, even the other gods and goddesses, and his ravens, to leave his hall, leaving him alone. Anger and regret filled every inch of his being, he wanted to blame others, with the hopes it would make him feel better, but Odin knew the truth, he was the only one to blame. Had he been there for you, from the beginning, he could have helped, he could have prevented this whole thing by helping you deal with your uncle, but no, he chose to keep his distance, treating you coldly. Now you were gone and there was nothing he could do about it, there was nothing he could do to rectify the way he treated you. Thor and Loki, agreeing on something for once, agreed to never speak a word to what they had seen when they looked in on Odin, finding his face in his hands, weeping quietly.

-Buddha- He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, he couldn’t even bear the thought of looking at his precious snacks, his stomach churning with guilt, overwhelming him with nausea. Only dark and sad thoughts entered his mind, making him dizzy as he couldn’t think of anything but how he treated you, how he could have done more for you, he could have helped, had he taken the time. Your diary was the only source of peace he had, for a moment, reading your thoughts about him, how you admired him and how you loved him. Your love for him was so innocent, so pure and selfless. He would give anything to be able to take everything back and start again, then maybe you would still have been with him. Tears welled in his eyes, and he did nothing to stop them as he broke down once again, his arms hugging his knees as he curled up. When Zerofuku’s arms went around his neck, offering him a bit of comfort, Buddha only wept harder while his dear friend tried to calm him down once again.

Part 2

-It had been two months since your death, two months since your widowed husband had been mourning your tragic death.

-That woman that you thought he was having an affair with tried to waltz into his life, only a week after he buried you, trying to butter him up so he would marry her instead.

-That didn’t end well for her.

-The love and respect he showed for you was nothing like how it had been when you were married, something he wished he could have taken back.

-He believed he would never be able to find another woman like you, never in his life. None could replace the void you left in his heart.

-A chance came to him, from his family, who had a simply wrapped box delivered, one that came with a letter with instructions as well as a warning, ‘Don’t ask how I got this, but you can only use this once. If you fail, then it is on you. Wear this to bed tonight and speak nothing about this to anyone.’

-When he opened the box, he found inside was a simple amulet necklace with a rainbow opal in the center, the colors swirling as if it was alive.

-His eyes widened, knowing this amulet, it was a powerful magical artifact, one that could turn back time.

-He wasted no time, despite it being the middle of the day, and ran to his bedroom, putting the amulet on and read the instructions, to think about ‘when’ he wanted to return to.

-When he awoke, he started slightly, looking around to see nothing really out of place, other than the belongings he had brought to his rooms, your belongings, were gone, back in their place with you.

-He was quick to dress and rush out, ignoring the servants as he looked around for you as he thought about where he was, ‘If this worked, it should only be about three months after our wedding.’

-He heard laughter and followed the sound, seeing a group of children taking turns holding your hands, dragging you around the garden, a gentle smile on your face.

-He leaned heavily against the door frame leading into the garden, his whole body sagging with relief, seeing you there, seeing you alive.

-His hand lifted to his heart, elation filling him as he made the silent vow to himself that he was going to love you the way you should be loved and do everything in his power to make you happy.

-He followed after you and the children, remaining back and the children were giggling, seeing that he almost seemed shy, not wanting to approach, fine with watching from a distance.

-You were a bit confused by his actions, curious as to why he was following you and the children, as he remained too far back to speak properly with him

-Once in a larger field in the gardens the children ran off to play tag while you remained under the gazebo, watching over them.

-It was only then (Love) approached you, saying your name with such softness that it nearly made you leap out of your skin.

-You turned, bowing politely to him but (Love) stunned you, cupping your face gently with one hand, guiding your eyes to meet his own and you were stunned, seeing such a gentle smile on his face and fondness in his eyes that almost looked like tears.

-He could tell you were uneasy, looking a bit freaked out in all honesty, but his sudden change of attitude before he took your hand, pecking the back of it gently, “Forgive me, Y/N. I have been a neglectful husband to you. I swear that I will do whatever I can to make you happy to stand by my side.”

-You were freaking out a bit more, looking to the sides, wondering if you were being pranked before your eyes narrowed in distrust, “Are you really my husband?”

-His booming laughter surprised you as he leaned back, his fondness for you growing, sweeping you into his arms, dancing with you using only the music in his heart, “I am, I know I haven’t been the best husband to you. I now see that you’re just like me, you’ve built a wall to protect yourself from others. You have a kind and gentle heart, Y/N, one that is scared of being hurt again. I want to protect you now; I want to protect that precious heart.”

-His words quickly had you running through a range of emotions, stunned that he knew you had a wall built around you, that you were afraid of being hurt again, before you were blushing bright red, embarrassed by his passionate words, which made him smile down at you.

-The children were peeking from around a bush, watching the two of you dance.

-As the dance stopped, (Love) bent over and pecked your cheek, making you squeak before instantly you heard the children, “Ooooh~~~~” you flushed bright red, hearing their teasing as they had been watching while (Love) laughed softly as you turned, hiding your red face behind your hands.

-True to his word, almost like he was a changed man, turned into the best husband he could be, escorting you everywhere, giving you soft affections and simple but meaningful gifts, as he knew you liked those better than the extravagant ones.

-He fiercely defending you against those who didn’t know you, those who thought you were an icy bitch, demanding to know why they believed the rumors about you without actually knowing the real you, calling them out on their cruelty and hypocrisy.

-When that woman came around, he refused to let her even enter the grounds of his home, “I have a wife, one that I care for deeply, I have no need for you!” (For Huang he got rid of all of his concubines, no longer wanting them.)

-You were stunned by everything he had been doing for you, your own image growing beside him, as more people got to know the real you.

-The day he announced to you that he had collected proof on the crimes of your uncle, enough to bring him to justice, you broke down in harsh sobs, relieved.

-Your tears actually delayed him, as he doted on you, tending to his wife, trying to calm you down and assure you that he was going to be all right.

-You testified against your uncle, showing the scars from the beatings he had given to you, something that infuriated your husband even more so, and with all the evidence, your uncle was executed and buried without a single person attending his funeral.

-You had never felt so happy in your life, except for when your parents were still alive, (Love) made you feel so loved, so happy. You had admired him for his power and command, but having his gentle love, just for you, was something so different, so special.

-On his birthday, long before his family and friends would arrive, you gave him the gift you had been preparing for him for a while now.

-Lu Bu- The birthday feast you and Chen Gong arranged, with all of his favorite foods and plenty of booze, was more than enough for Lu Bu. He got to eat, drink, and brawl with others to his heart’s content, he was happy. Everyone had gifted him with a new halberd, giving him enough to last a short while at least. He glanced over, seeing you speaking with Chen Gong who looked like he was hyping you up about something. When you finally approached him, holding a small wrapped gift, he was a bit confused but patted his lap, telling you to take a seat, which you did happily. You handed him the gift, a small blush on your cheeks and he, in turn, handed you his cup that was still half full of booze. As he unwrapped the gift he grinned, “You haven’t drunk any booze yet, Y/N. don’t want to get wild?” your flustered appearance was not what he was expecting before you spoke, “I can’t- I can’t right at the moment.” He looked confused until he opened the gift, finding a handmade plush of Red Hair, meant for a child, and instantly his eyes widened in shock. The roar of cheers that rang through the room as everyone had been watching in anticipation was almost deafening while Lu Bu was hugging you close, roaring with laughter.

-Jack- He didn’t know if your gift was going to be the same thing or not, remembering the pocket watch you had prepared ahead of his birthday but never gave to him. The memory brought both a smile and pain to him, as he remembered how thoughtful the gift was, but the pain of finding it, realizing your true feelings for him. He was like a child when you surprised him with not only the pocket watch, but also a homemade apple pie, as he preferred pie over cake. You set a slice down in front of him as he was admiring the pocket watch, the pain lessening, but it would always remain as a reminder of what he almost lost. He thanked you and you pecked his forehead gently, making him smile before you took his hand, “I do have another gift, Jack, but it won’t be here until about Christmas time.” He was confused, looking up at you, “May I ask what you ordered? I can’t think of anything that takes that long.” You smiled down at him, pulling his hand to rest it over your belly, both of your hands holding it there. He froze, looking down at your belly before tears instantly welled and he leapt up, scooping you into his arms, ignoring your surprised shriek, as he twirled you around, overjoyed.

-Hermes- He was able to sneak away with you for his birthday, spiriting you both away to a quiet resort for some alone time. Relaxing by the ocean in the warm sand, sharing his ice cream with you while you gave him a taste of your own, definitely the best birthday ever. He smiled so warmly, seeing the gift you had prepared for him, fondness in his eyes, as he remembered the pain, the anguish, he felt when he opened this gift the last time. Hermes is so glad he was able to get this second chance with you as he wrapped his arms around you, adoration on his face, “I love it!” you were surprised he loved his gift so much as he nuzzled his nose into your collarbone gently, holding you so gently. Your arms wound around his neck, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “Are we going to tell Ares and Zeus next week?” Hermes chuckled warmly, his shoulders shaking, “Yeah, we’ll tell Ares first. Zeus won’t keep his mouth shut if we tell him first.” You giggled softly as he patted your tummy gently, as it was hiding their surprise.

-Loki- He’s not crying, he just has some dust in his eyes, and anyone who tells him differently is going to have his new dagger shoved into their throat. He’s so cute when he gets flustered, but only with you, which you did make a mental note of. Loki was enjoying his banquet, tons of food, drink, music, dancing, and just having fun, he couldn’t ask for anything more. Loki’s eyes narrowed slightly, seeing you speaking with Odin who was smiling warmly down at you and you gave him a small nod. Odin was the only one who knew your little secret, and he had been asking if you were going to tell Loki or not, and you were planning on telling him today, as his last birthday present. Loki saw you looking around for him and he hugged you from behind, pouting lightly, “What were you and Odin talking about?” you giggled softly, pecking his cheek which made him grin before you questioned if he had all of his birthday gifts. Loki was confused and after running around and checking, he confirmed he had all of his gifts. You then gave him your own grin, like you pulled a prank, “I have one extra gift, but it won’t be here until about yuletide.” He was confused, his hands coming to his hips as he pouted, complaining about why it was taking so long. You laughed warmly, putting a hand on your belly, “Babies take a while, my love.” Loki froze, his eyes locked on your belly like a deer in headlights before pointing at it, looking up at you and you nodded. The party got even wilder, celebrating the good news while Loki was openly bawling, on his knees, hugging you around your hips.

-Odin- His birthdays were the same every year, just a massive party with tons of food and drinking. However, this year felt more special, because you were there, where you were supposed to be, by his side- more specifically you were currently on his lap, feeding him grapes, which he did enjoy. You looked up at him after a while, “You’re sure you don’t want anything for your birthday, my love?” he pecked your forehead gently, “No, I’ve lived too many years and I have everything I want, especially with you here with me. This party is more than enough for me.” You leaned your head against his shoulder, a small pout on your face before he pecked you again, “However, once this party is over, I wouldn’t be opposed to some extra dessert for a present~” you flushed bright red, holding your cheeks which made him rumble with warm laughter, but he was elated when you nodded, looking exited for his extra dessert.

-Buddha- You made him a buffet of desserts, just for him, for his birthday, all of them homemade sweets and Buddha swore to himself that he wasn’t going to cry. He lasted about three bites before he was crying, overwhelmed with your delicious gift that he knew took you a long while to prepare. Buddha wasn’t materialistic by any means, there were very few things in his life that made him happy, and you were the number one thing, with sweets and snacks being number two, but these gifts, these sweets, he could taste the love in each tasty treat you made. Homemade baked goods and treats were way better than store bought any time. Buddha made you sit in his lap, cuddling you close, making you tell him what each treat was. You didn’t mind, as you were spending time with him, and he was so elated that you were where you belonged, in his arms, with him.

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FFXIV Write Day 14 - Telling (Honesty as Policy)

"You realize if telling him goes poorly, we'll have to kill him?"

Marsil scoffed. As they strode through the streets of Lowtown he knew, deep down, Amelia had a point. He weaved through back alleys and down into a series of abandoned warehouses, past a resistance lookout, and continued on. Amelia followed behind, half-jogging just to keep up with Marsil's longer strides.

"We're not killing him after all the effort I put into keeping him alive." He protested. "Mujika's proven himself a reasonable sort, I don't think this will be an issue."

It had been three months since Marsil had dragged Mujika out of the path of his Garlean captors. Three months since the displaced Doman had nearly died of heatstroke. Three months since Marsil had nursed him back to health in the cool waters of the Garamsythe. Unable to return to Doma, Mujika had embedded well within their disorganized band of rebels. He had even gone so far as to pass on some of his training in subterfuge to aid them as thanks for saving his life.

All this, and Amelia still wasn't convinced.

"Whatever you say. I'll stay outside. If he reacts negatively, I have my pistol."

"Please don't shoot him." Marsil implored, exasperated. "I appreciate your concern, I do, but let me handle this. Please?"

"I can count on one hand the amount of people I know who'd trust you after you take your bandana off. I don't know if he's one."

"We will find out."

Marsil came to a stop outside a storeroom door and turned back toward Amelia. He took in a slow, deep breath and looked down at her, staring directly into her eyes.

"I cannot hide it from everyone. I will go insane, I… it's part of me. After all he's shared with us, he deserves our trust."

Amelia sighed, running a hand through her straw-colored hair. She looked physically uncomfortable at the notion, but none the less resigned herself to post up against the opposite wall.

"If you tell the wrong person, you're a pariah at best. You know that? You'll be lucky if someone doesn't mistake you for the enemy and try to put you down."

Marsil's shoulders slumped.

"Amelia, please."

She stared back at him, resolute. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I trust him."

"No, you like him."

"Why can't it be both?"

Amelia wrinkled her nose, unconvinced.

Marsil sighed. "I'm going now. You can wait here if you want, but it's going to be fine."

She offered a noncommittal noise, but he disregarded it entirely and instead turned to knock on the storeroom door. After a pause, he heard the accented call of come in from within and pushed the door open.

Inside wasn't much. A simple cot at one end served as the bed, while a wooden post at the other had become Mujika's training dummy. He had a table and stool pressed up against one wall where he dumped his meager belongings, including the shiny new daggers Matias had been kind enough to forge for him.

Daggers that could very well end up at Marsil's throat if this went poorly, but he prayed Amelia was wrong.

Mujika was exactly as Marsil expected him. Deep brown eyes, Doman features framed by hair as dark as obsidian, a cute, if confused smile on his face. He was dressed far more appropriately for the weather in proper Dalmascan fare, though he seemed less than comfortable with how open the shirts tended to be.

All the more for Marsil to eye, but he kept such thoughts to himself and instead cleared his throat.

"Are you busy?"

Mujika shook his head and gestured. "Not at all. Come in, is there a problem? Does Kutok need something?"

"No," Marsil took a deep breath as he crossed the room. "I, ah… wanted to speak with you about a personal matter. I have not been entirely honest and though my lies are only by omission, you have been with us long enough I feel you deserve the proper truth."

He stopped by the table, his back turned to Mujika. He trusted him, even as he could feel the man's scrutinizing gaze. His pulse quickened in his chest.

Mujika replied, "I'm listening."

Marsil inhaled deeply, then reached a clammy hand to the scrappy bandana tied around his head. He pulled it away, reflexively flinching as his spatial perception came sharply into focus. He furrowed his brow, then relaxed it again, brushing his hair from his eyes forehead with his empty hand.

His courage gathered, Marsil turned back to look at Mujika. Mujika's eyes immediately shot to his forehead, eyes widened, then narrowed. He crossed his arms, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Marsil's blood ran cold. His shoulders tensed.

Please, don't hate me.

Mujika cleared his throat. "…I didn't know the third eye came in black."

Marsil choked. "Pardon?"

He gestured to Marsil's forehead. "I've only ever seen the Garlean eye in white. Black is… is it malformed? Birth defect…?"

"Mixed blood."

"Ah." Mujika tilted his head. "…I understand why you would hide it."

"…you are not upset?"

"I owe you my life." Mujika lifted his chin, as if insulted by the notion. "Mixed blood or no, you put yourself between me and the Emperor's legions. That is not the act of a loyal Garlean. I am… curious as to how a man of Garlean blood ends up with Dalmasca's own resistance, but upset? No."

Marsil leaned back against the edge of the table, averting his gaze. "My mother's a servant to a senator. I saw…"

No. No more lies. I tire of lies.

He swallowed. "…rather, my father is Cassius fae Ferrum, senator and widower. My mother… his favorite mistress. I am a bastard and a whoreson, born and raised amidst the Garlean elites by virtue of my father's mercy. I found myself too Dalmascan for the Garleans in my life and too Garlean to be trusted by my own people. I could not stomach it anymore, to spend my days treated like refuse for my Dalmascan blood, to see my people suffer beneath imperial boots... I left it behind after my sixteenth nameday. Kutok took me in. The rest… you know."

Mujika nodded. Marsil found judgment behind his eyes, only a gentle sympathy as he listened, taking in each detail.

Mujika asked, "Kutok knows?"

"He does. Amelia and Frelic do, too. I suspect Kutok told Qestra, but her and I are not close enough for it to have ever come up, nor do I think she would tell anyone if she did know."

Mujika nodded once more, ruminating on that. "…why tell me now?"

Marsil swallowed past the lump in his throat, his chest tightening. "Ah, well… you have been with us long enough I feel confident trusting you, and I did not want to…"

I did not want to proposition you if I could not be honest with you.

He hesitated, waving his hand in front of himself in a vague I'm thinking, give me a moment gesture.

"…it would have been wrong to leave you in the dark."

Mujika raised a brow. "…it's not like you to struggle to find your words."

Marsil clicked his tongue. "Ah, well. There is no way to pivot that won't come across as awkward for the both of us."

"…Pivot?"

Marsil pushed off of the desk and approached Mujika with measured steps. He walked around him, not quite meeting Mujika's gaze as he rubbed at his wrist.

After some hesitation, he stopped and looked sidelong toward Mujika.

"…tell me, have you ever taken an interest in other men?"

Mujika furrowed his brow, his expression utterly baffled. "…an interest…?"

Marsil gestured toward the cot. "Interest. In another man's company, so to speak."

Mujika's eyes wandered from Marsil, the gears turning behind his eyes as he tried to parse the suggestion. Realization hit him like a stampeding chocobo, his eyes widening as he choked.

"Ah, I, ah… hm." Mujika cleared his throat. "I… don't know? It was never… presented as an option."

Well, that's not outright rejection. Marsil chuckled softly and stepped away, inclining his head deferentially. "Ah, well. Should you ever take an interest… I would be more than willing to show you a few things."

Mujika did not look his direction, but Marsil could see the tips of his ears turning red, his face flushed. Mujika shifted his weight awkwardly and managed a nervous laugh.

"I, ah… will keep that in mind." He crossed his arms over his chest, as if that was enough to obscure the bashfulness writ upon his features. "…Is that why you told me? So you could gauge my reaction before, ah… inviting me to your bed?"

"I told you because I find myself growing increasingly fond of you." Marsil replied. "As a friend, first and foremost. Anything more than that would simply be… fun? Something to let take its course. Alternatively, if you are not interested, then you, as my friend and brother-in-arms, deserve to know who it is you fight beside."

Mujika leaned his head to the side. "It… would not complicate things if I were to say no?"

"Of course not. If you aren't interested, you aren't interested."

He nodded, though Marsil could still see the redness that seeped under his skin. He couldn't shake the thought that it was cute, to see the normally collected shinobi flustered.

"I… will consider this." Mujika offered after some hesitation. "I appreciate your honesty. On… both matters."

Marsil chuckled awkwardly and inclined his head. "Of course. You deserve no less. I… whatever your answer ends up being, Mujika, I only ask that you answer for your own desire or lack thereof. Do not let any perceived debts sway your mind. Please."

Mujika half-turned and only now met Marsil's gaze, even as he struggled to maintain his composure.

"If my debt to you does anything to sway my mind, it is only insofar as I know you to be the man who saved my life. Which is to say… I believe I can trust you."

"Yes," Marsil replied, "you can. I didn't save you to betray you now."

Mujika inclined his head. "I know."

Marsil smiled at that. He shook out his bandana and carefully wrapped it around his head once more. He made sure to take special care to ensure enough layers wrapped over his forehead to hide any unwanted bump that might have given him away. Mujika tilted his head, considering.

"…I do have a thought, if you would humor me?"

Marsil blinked. "Hm?"

"Garlean perception is… precise in ways I cannot begin to understand, but I can learn to work around it. Is your third eye as keen as theirs?"

"…Truth be told, I could not tell you. You want to learn to account for it, though?"

"I do. If you don't mind some games of subterfuge, that is."

Marsil's smile widened. "Not at all. I'll go talk to Kutok now, see if he knows somewhere we can go to practice unseen."

Mujika smiled in return. "I look forward to it."

With that, Marsil excused himself, unable to wipe the smile on his face as he headed out the door to rub his success in Amelia's face.

[windsroad]

Tumblr plays Ravenloft - update 5

(109)

The sun has sunk below the horizon by the time you reach the castle. You note that there will be no moon this night to shine through the roiling storm clouds overhead.

You study what you can see of the outside of the massive building before you. Sections of the stone foundation jut out past the doorway, as if endeavoring to surround you. You note the sheer, soaring walls, the intricate detail of its arched windows, the abrupt drop from the castle front to the bottom of the chasm which it overhangs.

“What are you waiting for," whispers Ireena, terror building in her voice.

“I'm trying to decide the best way to get in," you reply. A flash of lightning punctuates your sentence.

“Just open the door! I've never heard of it being locked. Besides—”

The girl's voice breaks off as an eerie howl shatters the still darkness. You stand motionless, unable to prevent the brief shiver that traverses your spine.

“Besides,” Ireena begins again fearfully, “the wolves will be out, now that it's dark.”

With no more hesitation, you reach for the heavy twisted-metal handle on the huge double door. Still expecting it to be locked, your muscles tense to open the heavy door. You almost fall forward when the door opens easily, with not even a squeal of the ancient iron hinges.

As you step into Castle Ravenloft, the stench of evil accosts your nose. Suddenly you feel yourself enveloped in the evil around you, and you can't get away! In horror, you realize that your perpetual Protection from Evil spell—one of the boons of being a paladin—isn't working!

Aghast, you bow your head and pray to your gods that it might be reinstated, that they will grant you the power to work that spell again.

There is no answer. The evil in Ravenloft must be faced without your protective spell.

As you wonder if you have the power to go on, another set of double doors directly before you opens of its own accord. You involuntarily close your night-accustomed eyes to the bright glare of torches beyond the doorway. When you can see again, your eyes are drawn upward to four statues of dragons mounted above the door. You think you detect a momentary flash in one's eyes and tap it with your sword tip, only to find that it is indeed a stone statue.

“Listen!” hisses Ireena as you start forward

Pausing, you realize that you hear the flaring sound of an organ echoing from somewhere within the great stone walls. Feeling yourself drawn toward the sound, you step through the second pair of doors into a huge entry hall, with Ireena following closely behind you.

You see no sign of life in the hall, just a fluttering of cobwebs as the breeze caused by the door opening dies away. Ropelike webs festoon the room, almost concealing the mold-eaten frescoes on the high, curved ceiling. Your attention is drawn to a number of gargoyles perched on the circumference of the dome. The gargoyles are motionless, but like the dragons, their eyes gleam with malevolence.

Ahead of you are more double doors, this time of sculpted bronze. To your left is a wide stairway that quickly disappears around a curve into darkness. To your right is an open hallway, which seems to be the direction from which the swelling organ sounds.

“Would anyone but the Master be playing the organ?” you ask Ireena, standing, pale and tense, at your side. When she shakes her head, you add in a fierce whisper, “Then let's go after him!”

“Remember what I told you, Jeren,” she says urgently. “There are items of great importance in the castle, items that will help you put an end to Strahd forever, but only if you find them first."

“Surely it's better to attack now before he has time to prepare himself!”

“Strahd is always prepared,” Ireena replies quietly. “But do as you will.”

The girl's reservations make you rethink your plan. You ask, “Are there other people around—servants perhaps?”

“Only those he has made into… creatures like himself.” She shudders and touches her hand to the bruises on her neck.

Hoping to distract her from such thoughts, you ask, “Do you have any idea what's upstairs?”

Ireena thinks a moment, then says, “All I know is that the throne room, where the counts traditionally administered justice and gave audience to people—in the days when they did so—” she adds bitterly, “was upstairs.”

“Do you know of any other specific places within the castle, places where Strahd might be?”

“No… except I do know it is said that the source of the count's evil is in a small crypt in the dungeons of Ravenloft.”

You can go into the lighted hallway toward the sound of the organ (turn to (26). Or you can go up the stairs on your left and peer around the corner (88). The double doors ahead of you also beckon you (68).

[yan-lorkai]

Ooooh bouncing off the arranged marriage househusband post, what characters would you say fit that idea best? Just any fandom you write for, to be clear.

Honestly there's tons of character that this idea could suit like Jade, Ruggie, maybe Kalim, Barbatos. But I think this fit Lucifer so much (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠)

Putting all this under the cut bcs I rambled quite a bit hehe, what can I say Luci is living rent free on my head

He's so busy while taking care of his brothers and doing paperwork, bettering Devildom for when you arrive. You see, I like to imagine this desperate young couple who wants to have a baby but can't and so they pray. They pray for any entity for a baby but unlucky for you Lucifer was the one who answered your parents pray before any angel could, he was the one who blessed your birth and watched you grown from far, though this little blessing isn't for free. Your parents would have you till you reach adulthood and then your hand would be given to him on the same day you came of age. Everything had been agreed upon long before you were born, sealed in a contract that could not be broken

He had a plan; Lucifer would charm you till you were a giggling mess, make fall in love with him and told you who he was and what your parents done, for you deserve to hear the truth. But you were curious and intelligent, always was and always will be, you found out about the contract he had with your parents somehow and tried to ran away, tried to pray and call for help, help from his father and his angel brothers and he didn't like it one bit.

But Lucifer understand your fear, your parents failed you and they will be punished accordingly, they could have told you how great and benevolent he was to bestow onto them a life, they could have teach you to love and respect him but instead they made you fear him

To say he's disappointed in you would be an understatement. He let you live a happy life in the human world, let you discover things you liked and see different places but in the end of the day you are his cute little spouse and to run away is just plain stupid, you are his since before you were born and you bare his marking, he always knows where you are and what you're doing.

And when he haves you?

Lucifer is respectful and handles your tempers with extreme calm, demonstrating that he is not dangerous to your safety and that you don't have to be afraid of everything and he knows that with time you will understand all of this. However, he can't stop himself from watching you wander the halls, exploring your new home and your clumsy interactions with his brothers, it's so precious that it makes him let out a long sigh and feel all warm inside, especially during the nights. You're always saying that you don't like it when he touches you or that you're not a big fan of physical contact, but as soon as you fall asleep you look for his touch, your head always fitting perfectly on his chest while Lucifer admires you and thinks like you. was made especially for him to loveThere isn't a single boring day with you around.

Even if you scream and run away again and again, the words that come out of your mouth are nothing more than lies and your actions contradict each other every time. But that's okay, Lucifer can wait a little longer for you to realize how important he is in your life, how only around him do you feel safe, appreciated, heard, loved - the point is is the supposed love inside you real? or fruit of his brand?

You were made for him, that's true. And that's one of the reasons you could never truly run away without feeling so sad without him, without the breakfasts you cooked together, without feeling his hand on yours as he taught you how to play the piano or the simple kisses that he left on your forehead when you woke up and when you went to sleep. For better or worse, Lucifer spoils you a lot, which doesn't mean you're exempt from receiving his punishments if you misbehave or join Belphie and Satan in their prank.

And truly he's generous to only want you as his little spouse. He could do so much worse, could tear limb by limb from your beautiful body, could make you watch him torturing your parents and feast on their flesh and soul. But he won't :)

[comfyspookyburrito]

Yandere Simulator is still alive yay! But also a tangent from me.

Everyone, I have waited for the real response to yandere simulator's current status and it will still mostly be going strong.

Small Announcements | Yandere Simulator Development Blog (wordpress.com)

I know this is not the response/reaction people wanted.

I'm sorry but I want the game to succeed and I'm sorry still need to put up with all of this crap for who knows how much longer.

I get it. I do.

The overwhelming events to the recent controversy is nothing to joke about. I know people have the right to be pissed off right now. I can guarantee someone is pissed off at me for even mentioning Yandere Simulator is not flat out cancelled or that the developer is continuing development as if nothing has happened, and you are correct, that is indeed concerning.

Here's the truth.

I don't hate the developer, not in the slightest, the opposite actually. The reason why is obvious. Yandere Dev is not exempt from his mistakes. In fact Yandere Dev will never be, it's just who he is, sometime from now, yandev will get into yet another goddamn controversy that it is to be expected at this point.

This might sound like I am lying, but the internet has proven us all that no one makes it out of a shitty situation in one piece, or in worse cases, able to continue existing in this world so to speak....

yandev has been proven to make so many outlandishly bad decisions that even I am surprised and disappointed. I used to criticize yandev over yandere simulator too. Since then, I have realized and apologized for wrongfully accusing something completely out of their own control.

I've support his streams in the past, not only have I stopped, I tried my best to stay on good terms, but no longer.

I won't let myself pretend to let something be duck taped to my mouth to avoid anyone's ridiculous stance on criticism.

Look, I have no right to ever, ever, accuse a game developer in any right, ever. That hasn't stopped everyone else from doing so, no matter the community, the midori's, the "gremlins", nothing can be encouraged than to continue offering advice and criticism to spaghetti of flawed code, or, time spent in the woodworks. Any evidence if that's what it takes for the game to finally come out is the best case scenario. At least finally the fucking drama attached to it can be to end period. I can't stand that drama and won't discuss it again.

Sigh. Let's pray this time yandev will get his shit together and stop getting into trouble with his audience, wasting time explaining one hundred paragraphs on why you shouldn't do this or that, and stop adding more nightmares for us into all of our lives.

If you have clicked the link I sent above, you don't have to tell me that this is wrong, deciding to just RANDOMLY divide the entire yandere community on some shady website asking for personal information just for being called out over your own allegations is laughably ignoramus.

I'm not a fucking idiot. I see this shit almost every time I search up yandere simulator.

I respect yandere dev, and I have respect to anyone with the balls to acknowledge their mistakes and "debunk" any misinformation. I respect anyone willing to interact with their fans as much as yandere dev has.

Debunk - Yandere Simulator

The only time I refuse to respect someone like yandere dev, is when he openly expresses anything that he has done as truth, not that don't respect the decision to own up to them, but the fact that doing so on the fucking internet will raise eyebrows.

Like. Holy fucking shit. YOU. ARE. A GAME DEVELOPER. ju5$ssT sTa@Pht tAwK1g.

Sorry, I just had to link a random sonic video.

Like I have my own things to do. I have a responsibly I will handle in order to make all future content I can provide something anyone can enjoy.

I want to see Yandere Simulator give the fans what they have wanted. A cool game about a yandere girl with a delusional trauma complex arch in a successfully finished package no matter how long it takes.

If the crowd funding campaign continues I'll find a way to support it, I will buy and play the finished product even if I have to pay the most expensive product of yandere simulator to give my honest words on that game.

I want to become a game developer and after the recent controversy and stigma of the "yandere video game curse" has given me an idea. The yandere curse, has left me intrigued. I want to make videos about yandere simulator, but until I finish my responsibilities, that will be put on hold.

If you want to try yandere simulator here's the link from yandere dev's offical website, it's still free to download and play and people supporting it.

Home - Yandere Simulator

[maeve-is-annoying-about-books]

Light From Uncommon Stars, July

My poor fucking heart, I can't take it. This entire scene of the showcase was perfectly done.

Of course Katrina's first performance would hit snags, she's never performed live before. But the lights are on her, she can't run. Not from the emcee who flippantly misgendered her, not from people like Ellen who are praying for her to be bad. Not from herself and her fears. Yet also not from those people Shizuka told her to keep in mind when she plays. To make mistakes and recover to create something so beautiful out of something so "pedestrian" is one of the most human things of all. It encapsulates something that Tamiko knows before she even starts on her Paganini, that she can't connect and leave that lasting magic, no matter how technical the piece. I can easily imagine her trying her damndest to break her strings on stage like Paganini himself, but because they hold something else breaks instead.

To continue about Katrina's skill, it's clear Shizuka doesn't just see it, doesn't just cherish it, but now respects it. Honestly her reaction is much my own. Once again Maeve is oversharing, over-personal, but... I've devoted a not-insignificant amount of time to writing. Honing and hewing and then going on to try to help others. Then one day a woman came to me, asking for opinions about a little character blurb and... She's already so talented. So incredibly precise with her word choice and scene choice. With help on the technical parts I have zero doubt she would be a better author than I ever was. So how can I feel anything but sympathy for Shizuka? She's wowed, she's proud to have helped Katrina bloom but all at the cost of a question: "Can I even do that?" It makes the scenes afterwards of Shizuka having her violin repaired all the more prescient. Moving it's repair from handling a heavenly instrument to something mere mortals can handle.

And the scene talking about applause. Katrina's taken no ego from it. Instead what she came away with was a feeling of safety. That she was safe, and strong enough to keep everyone, Shizuka included, that way too. Katrina's heart is so large that she's inseparable from the people around her. She always has been, for better and for worse. Their opinions of her looks, her playing, the dress she wears, the food they share. I've come to see her as this kind of beacon of what Lan was talking about. That Earth is a very communicative planet, inexorably so. I no longer think that it is a fun bit of trivia that Katrina posts her videos online, it's indicative of the thing that's ruled her life. Her connections to others.

Just as Lan's connections are slipping and Auntie Floresta's are beginning to grow, too. Markus is fed up with his life, she hasn't noticed that she's left Edwin behind, she can't understand why replicator donuts aren't selling... Her captain's chair is still an island keeping her away from everything. Even the question of why they're building a stargate if they can't go back to the Empire. Probably because it's a mission she can accomplish, or maybe as an escape from the world when the Endplague arrives. Her actions are dictated by the trauma of it and it's wearing holes into the life she's earned.

The end of this shorter month is put on the tab of Tremon Philippe, as always. At first I hought it s rather polite for the frog demon to do. ut then I realized he wasn't paying the bill. He put it on his tab. It's not a courtesy to a colleague it's a perpetual reminder that her debt is looming over her head and it will come through one day. What a complete asshole, and a Euro-centric one at that. He keeps spooling on and on about how Europe is way better than California, going so far as to compliment one chef by saying he could work there. He's so tone-deaf to every other one of our characters, he only wants the expensive, best things at all times and doesn't care one whit about what any of them are actually saying. As expected of a demon.

The question is looming. How is Shizuka going to get out of this one?

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There's a part of her that knows it's not surprising that Scott came to her aid -- He's seen her drunk plenty of times, and each time he'd only been met with her giggles and clinginess. Typically, when drinking Allison would end up dancing, enjoying the night before being stuck with a hangover in the morning. Had it been any other night, she would have been fine. "I can take care of myself." She answers, a phrase he's probably sick of hearing from her. Of course Scott had been keeping an eye on her, noticed when she'd left. A pang of guilt makes her chest tighten, given that she'd spent so much of her night dancing with his friend.

Allison had hoped that would be the end of it -- She'd callously brush off his concern, cry in the boat house, before rallying and getting back to the party. You can tell me nothing is wrong all you want, Allison. But, I know you. That's the problem, isn't it? He knows her. There's no hiding when it comes to Scott, he could read her like an open book despite her attempts to lie her way out of her emotions. Being called out puts her on the defense, arms crossing as she prepares for a fight that he won't start. No, of the two of them Scott had always held far more compassion than her -- It's the whole reason she was upset with him. He hadn't told her that her mother was bitten because she was trying to kill her daughter's boyfriend. Scott hadn't wanted that to be Allison's last memory of her mother, and part of her couldn't fault him for it -- If the roles had been reversed, she'd do the exact same.

But this was a wound she'd prayed was healed and scarred, to only hurt her heart on holiday's and her Mother's death day. The latter was supposed to be drowned out by Lydia's birthday, but all it did was open the flood gates to everything she hadn't let herself feel in six months. The last time she'd let herself feel the loss, anger, and grief had been in the waiting room of the Beacon Hill's Hospital, sobbing until her eyes were swollen and throat was raw. She could feel the same flood gate threatening to open -- The same grief and anger threatening to grab her by the throat and squeeze. The wounds she'd hoped were healed had been ripped wide open, only full display for the one person she never wanted to see this part of her. Her jaw clenches as Scott insists he's not leaving without ensuring she's okay. "No, Scott, I'm not alright," she admits, voice raising as she drops her arms in exasperation. Thankfully, she'd gotten far enough away from the bonfire that she wouldn't be making a scene. In her attempt to get fresh air, Allison hadn't realized she'd made it to the boat house.

She and Scott don't fight like this. They never have. They'd had spats and misunderstandings, but they'd never been the type to yell at one another. She's took drunk to see reason right now, fueled by her frustrations and anger over how unfair this all was. "You lied to me. Since when do you fucking lie to me?" Any sense of composure she has begun to dissipate as her volume raises. Technically, he hadn't lied about her mother -- It could be argued that it was a lie of omission, though it had been an impossible choice to make. Regardless, being upset with Scott had been easier than letting herself process. "Don't you get it? That's why we can't -- It's doesn't make sense," she trips over her words, hands coming up to push her hair out of her face. "Everything is so complicated now and you're --" The dizziness only gets worse as she continues, lightheaded from the alcohol. "You don't get to decide what I can handle, Scott. You don't -- You don't get to decide that for me." Her emotions betray her as she stutters, pinching her nose as she tries to blink away the tears that threaten to fall.

Scott's expression flickers with concern and a hint of hurt as Allison's defensive reaction meets his attempt to check on her. He takes a step back, his hand retracting slowly as if to show he means no harm. ❝ I just... I saw you leave in a hurry, and I wanted to make sure you were okay, ❞ he explains softly, his voice suddenly hoarse with worry. It was a mild shock that she was surprised to see him at all. Of course he’d come to check on her. Of course, he’d seen her leave— had she not seen the way he’d been watching her all night. Perhaps she hadn’t been trying to make him jealous at all, of course she hadn’t, what an awful thing to think. He scolded himself internally for thinking she would purposely try to rile him up. 

He pulled back his hand and shoved it back in the pocket of his jacket, along with the other. Scott looked at the woman he loves a tick or two before opening his mouth again. ❝ You can tell me nothing is wrong all you want, Allison. But, I know you. ❞ He was taking a risk calling her out like this, he knew that. He also knew that it might cause an even bigger rift between them, but he was willing to take it if she was able to let out some of that built up crap she was holding inside her. This definitely wasn’t going to lead to that talk they needed to have. ❝ You might not need me, but I need— ❞ you. He didn’t go that far though, he hesitated the word. ❝ I need to know you’re alright, I’m not going to leave you out here alone until I do. ❞

[pokemonruby]

hi so i know it’s been a while since i’ve last made a personal post or anything since i’ve been preoccupied with my novel & also nothing really goes on in my life that’s interesting enough to like, talk about but that. uhm. changed today

... so apparently my older brother is having a kid, but i don’t exactly think a “congratulations” is in order since i’m honestly quite skeptical about the whole thing. firstly, i wasn’t supposed to know this since they don’t like telling me anything frankly, but when your room is right next to the kitchen and you can basically hear everything that goes on in there since the walls are paper-thin you can’t blame me for unintentionally eavesdropping. anyway, his girlfriend got an abortion back in 2020, and while it is fully possible they could have had a change of heart, my state recently declared that they would ban abortions and i find that incredibly suspicious, especially considering what happened with the first one. so it could be that they don’t actually want this child but they’re being forced to since this country is a piece of fucking shit, and considering that he and his girlfriend tend to argue and argue nonstop (yes, they’re one of those straight couples who stick together even though it’s fairly obvious they don’t hold any genuine affection for each other) and my brother has his own slew of personal issues, and while he has definitely developed as a person i don’t believe he harbors the exact qualifications nor patience to raise a child when he can just rarely take care of himself. 

... and i come from a place of familarity since my mother certainly didn’t have those qualifications either. it’s because of her that i basically cannot function like a normal person and why i’m so mentally fucked in the head lmao. i mean, i’m personally never having children because i know i wouldn’t be able to handle it, adoption or otherwise. and given that my brother debatably received the worst of our collective trauma, i just... fear for this kid’s future i suppose. this is a family you would not want to be born into since you’ll ultimately end up without support, especially if your parents seemingly don’t even want you.

[cheekygreenty]

Hi, I just saw your prompt list for Shadow&Bone!! could you possibly do No. 2 from Angst, but like with a happy ending? Like reader n Kirigan are togeather but then Alina's comes along.. just, please let be happy at the end. I like angst, but my heart can't handle sad endings 😢😢 thank you!!! ❤❤

Future- The Darkling x Reader

(Very very angsty with a happy (?) ending. It made me cry a lil bit writing it ngl)

You trusted him, wholeheartedly. At least that's what you told yourself every day since she came to the Little Palace; the place you had always called home, where you felt safe from the prying eyes of the public.

Yet now, the place was fueled by harsh rumors of him and her. Everywhere you went you could hear a whisper, nobody tried to hide it anymore, the words were always entirely devoted to your crumbling union;

'I thought they were happy'

We were.

'How can he and Alina not be together, it's destiny.'

I'm starting to think so too.

You didn't acknowledge it. Just put on a sweet smile and a brave face. Don't let them see you're hurting. Even in your own home, you had to pretend and lie, which at the end of the day, when you laid in an empty bed, made you exhausted.

He told you she meant nothing more to him than a mere weapon. But that was when she first came and when he still managed to make it to your shared chambers and would whisper sweet nothings as you fell asleep.

It was different now, on more than one occasion you caught a glimpse of them together, him looking at her the way he always looked at you. However much he claimed to be a good actor and manipulator, there was something there and he couldn't deny it either.

You hadn't confronted him about it yet fearing that if you did, the truth would hurt and sting and make all those rumors true. In addition, you haven't seen him in days and the last time you did, he told you to stay away from the wonderful Sun-Summoner.

The truth was you knew deep down in your heart that she wasn't at fault. That she was not the root of the problem. You constantly fought with yourself to stop any hatred you felt towards her. She was lovely, kind compassionate, and innocent. She didn't deserve to feel your wrath.

But with that came the confusion of who to blame. You or Him. It made you tired and weak. The smallest of tasks made you drained and tears would well in your eyes at the thought of having to live another day like this, a day full of questioning yourself and the man you loved more than anything in the world.

No matter how much of a strong person you swore you were, this was taking a substantial toll on you. He had become your support network and he knew it, he loved it. He always said he finally felt appreciated when you came around, that he wasn't alone anymore. He had conditioned you to be this way. When times got tough, he was always your shoulder to cry on.

No doubt that shoulder was now next to Alina. Perhaps they went on a horse ride, visited the Black Heretic fountain, or were enjoying a rendezvous next to the lake.

You didn't want to know, all that mattered was that he wasn't there with you when you were falling apart. Maybe you relied on him too much.

You wondered if he noticed the whispers too, or the way you'd been missing crucial meetings, or even if he noticed you wearing your red kefta more often, ditching the black once you'd heard Genya speak of making a golden-black kefta for Alina, per the Darkling's request.

That was a punch in the gut. It hurt more than him avoiding conversation with you or even his deterrence of touching you. He had bestowed his colors to her when not even three months ago he didn't know she existed. It had taken you a long time to gain his trust and don his signature black yet all she had to do was waltz in and show up. And it hurt.

And now here you were, training the next generation of heartrenderers, as you did almost every day. You had given your life to the Little Palace and its Grisha and this is how you were being repaid. Not even Ivan, who you had shaped into an excellent soldier, had looked your way lately.

'Excuse me Ms. Y/L/N I have an urgent request from the General' You whipped your head around to the young Grisha boy with an obviously hurt look on your face which he couldn't understand.

'Of course' you choked out and took the piece of paper from his hands and watched him in sorrow as he left.

Ms.Y/L/N? what happened to moya sovereignny? You were never one to uphold the formality, but this was just another blow to your confidence. You were no longer referred to as his other half which only meant your position in the palace was quickly dwindling.

You opened the wax-sealed envelope and took out the thick sheet of paper. There was a time when he himself would deliver the news to you himself and use it as an excuse to spend extra time with you.

'I cannot make it to the meeting with the King this evening, attend and report back to me anything relevant, no horse business'

You scoffed loudly, drawing attention from the young Corporalki around you and leaned on the table in front of you. Not even a please or thank you. With the note clutched in your hand and tears of frustration in your eyes, you stormed out of the Corporalki room and towards his war room.

You peeked through the open door and seen him. He didn't look at all busy as he chatted with Zoya, Ivan, Fedyor, and some other Squaller you didn't recognize. Zoya threw her head back in laughter at something Fedyor said but Aleksander kept his stony expression. You threw the door open dramatically and everyone froze.

'Leave us' you cautioned as Aleksander's onyx eyes looked right into your own.

Nobody moved but Zoya was the first to speak ' Y/N, we're actually in a meeting if you couldn't tell' while everyone nodded along, except him.

You never had anything against anyone in that room, but in that moment you couldn't help yourself and used your small science to bring everyone to their knees in front of you, except him.

'Leave us' His voice rang out in the midst of their sharp breaths and chest-clutching. They scrambled to their feet and left one by one, Fedyor quietly muttering 'moya sovereignny' as he passed you which filled you with some courage. The door shut and the sound echoed over the walls.

You threw the note across the room and let it hit his arm. 'Did you forget your manners General? Or does it only apply to the people you claim to love?'

'Funny you should say that Y/N, you haven't attended any meetings in weeks without providing a reason. You're making me look like a fool'

'I'M MAKING YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL?!' Your tears were now streaming down your face, falling quicker than you could wipe them away.

He stayed silent and that broke your heart even more, he could've said something, anything.

'Aleksander, I'm trying to keep myself together for everyone, I'm trying so very hard to appear normal and happy but I don't think I can do this any longer. The whispers and the rumors, watching you and her-' You slid down the door and sat on the floor, head resting on your knees. '-It's getting to me.... and it's killing me.'

You thanked the Saints you didn't see his face, for the silence spoke for itself. He didn't deny anything or reach out to comfort you. I've lost him.

'All I wanted was a happy ending.' You laughed a sad laugh that pulled at his heartstrings. With your eyes still facing away from him, you didn't see his hand go up to wipe the lone tear that fell down his face or the slight shake in his hands as he did so. He had no words that would comfort you. He knew what he'd done. He'd been avoiding you ever since he realized it. He didn't want to see you cry or see how his actions affected you.

Telling you that it means nothing to him was of no use. You had it in your mind now, forever engrained around his name, the rumors wouldn't stop and Alina was still around. He truly felt nothing of importance for her. All she meant for him was a key to a better future with you.

He approached you slowly, getting down on his knees next to you. He took your hand in his and held it up to his lips. He never prayed, but right now he silently muttered words to all the Saints. Don't let her leave.

'I'm so sorry Darling. Y/N I love you so much.'

'But you love her more' You yanked your hands away.

'NO. no. Y/N. I swear it. You are everything to me' He had grown serious now, he wanted you to look at him. He missed you.

'Then explain why you're parading her around like a Queen, letting her wear your colors, probably sleeping in her bed'

'I have never toucher her in that way. I'm yours Y/N.' Please look at me.

You lifted your head and looked at his beautiful face. He too looked tired, exhausted. His eyes were red and puffy. Saints, I've never seen him cry.

'You will have a happy ending. I promise Darling' He took your face into his hands and connected your foreheads together. 'I promise. I'm doing everything I can to make sure you will, and even if I can't, I swear you will you and our children-'

Children. Aleksander never spoke of them to the point where you had settled with the idea you'll never have them. Something about the desperation in his voice made you believe him, Aleksander was strong, he never gave up but he also never sacrificed himself for anybody. Up until now, you didn't think yourself worthy enough to be saved in exchange for him.

'-I would give up everything to see you and them safe, away from harm's way. Right now, the world doesn't deserve them, but once I do what I have to do, I'll give you children. However many you want, Just stay. Please'

You were borderline hysterical as you melted into his embrace. Weeks of frustration and hurt disappeared into thin air. Aleksander held you so tight you were having trouble breathing but you didn't care. He held you all day and all night. All meetings and tasks forgotten.

He explained everything in detail, from the stag and firebird to what happens if things don't go to plan. He kept nothing from you, not even the stress and pressure he felt. You comforted him as he always does to you. You fell asleep together and dreamed of a life with a happy ending, one where you never had to doubt his motives, you dreamed of your future.

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I will throw 10$ (No joke) at you on Ko-fi if do a kiss and Make-Up for that Break Up post 🥺

P.S regardless if you do it I’ll give you 10$ cause honestly gotta support writers! XD

Ahh... I see reading those headcanons hurt as much as it did to write them...  Well how about that lol 🙃 Thanks though, anon, for requesting a more positive spin on the subject. I much prefer happier endings to sad ones.

(Also for the record, I'm writing this for free because it's fan-fiction and I don't own any of these characters... but if you want to give me money for other/unrelated reasons I won't complain 😅 hehe. I appreciate your support!)

First, some set-up: His ex comes to him after just a short time away, sobbing and regretful. They hadn't been in a good headspace when they left. They'd been dealing with their own issues and for some reason felt it was best to break up with their clone boyfriend in the process. It hadn't taken them long to realize what a huge mistake that was. How much they still loved him and needed him in their life. They pour their heart out, maybe even have it in a letter for him to read and come to terms with in his own time. But they are asking for another chance. They want to try again....

Kix, Hunter, and Echo are hesitant and definitely need some time to think about it. They were seriously hurt over the breakup and aren't sure they could handle something like that again. They want to be absolutely sure this relationship will last if it's re-started. Once they talk things through and come to the decision to get back together, they will take things slow and ensure stronger communication between them in order to build something that lasts this time. Their makeup kisses are cute and clumsy, like it's their first all over again.

Cody, Rex, and Tup are confused, but willing to reconsider. They'll hear their S/O out, maybe ask for a little bit of time, but they don't drag out the decision either. Of course they'll take their S/O back. They are understanding and empathetic. But they are also cautious going forward. Things won't be exactly as they were. They'll need time to rebuild trust but are willing to put in the effort if their S/O is, too. Their makeup kisses are quick and soft, like they don't want to break the peace.

Fives, Hardcase, and Wrecker are elated. Maybe they should be more cautious and thoughtful about this, but they can't help it. They had been struggling with getting over the breakup, dreaming and praying that it was all some horrible nightmare they'd soon wake up from. And now they pretty much are. They dive right back in as if it hadn't ended, though there may be a few heart-to-hearts about how the situation really took a toll on them. Their makeup kisses are eager and sloppy, like they've been starved for too long.

Jesse, Dogma, and Crosshair are irritated at first. Why did they have to endure a broken heart only to find out it was a mistake? But deep down they're also relieved. They hated being alone, hated having to get over the one person they were able to be vulnerable with. Their return to the relationship seems reluctant, and they won't actually want to discuss anything for a while. But once they do, it's very freeing, allowing them to truly start over. Their makeup kisses are heated and desperate, like they're afraid this isn't real.

Wolffe, Fox, and Tech initially turn them down. Why would they just get back together when there'd been a reason to end it? Those reasons didn't just go away. And all that work they'd put in to heal and move on? No. But as the days go by, their S/O's words really start to sink in and they wonder if maybe they could try again. They make them promise to never leave like that again, and then they're all-in. Their makeup kisses are tender and lingering, like they're making a statement.

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; i'm coming home

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bucky and you met six years ago in romania, but he disappeared. now, he's back.

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Six years had passed since the last time he was with you, before disappearing overnight. He didn't give you any explanation, he didn't even leave a note. He needed to protect you, but he also knew how stubborn you were and that you wouldn't let him take that decision for both. So Bucky simply left, breaking your heart in one thousand pieces. You wanted to understand his reasons, but you couldn't. He promised you eternal love, a life together, moving out of New York —maybe to a remote place where anyone could recognize him and have peaceful days, without having to be worried about someone coming after him. About someone trying to hurt you.

Since the very first moment you met in Romania, Bucky fell in love with you. Sometimes you still remembered how he started talking to you in Romanian, guessing you were from there until you laughed and replied in English. The next few weeks were like a daydream. Walks, romantic dates, nights of stargazing. Then, you came back to New York and kept in touch by letters, as in the forties or fifties. Until one day. Your friends invited you to a museum and what you discovered there was unbelievable. James, your James, was Captain America's best friend. And he was supposed to be dead.

You wrote to him. You told him you knew it. You told him you didn't care, that you could figure out how to escape from that situation. Together. But he never sent you a letter back. You weren't able to forget him after all that time, still sleeping every night with his red shirt, stupidly fantasizing about the idea of Bucky coming back to you. And your hopes increased when you watched him on TV. The Avengers found him and, even if you tried to contact them somehow to defend your James, you never got it. Nobody believed you, not even when you showed them the letters, not the only picture you conservated of both of you in Bucharest. You prayed to God to help him. You begged God to the world seeing him as you did.

But when Bucky was released on parole, he never tried to look for you. He did know you lived in New York and, with his resources, he'd have known in less than five minutes. One year had passed, and you ended up losing the most minimal hope wrapping your heart. All those things he told you once, were just lies. Lies to inventing a parallel life until you left Romania. Only replying to your letters to have something to lean on for his own good. That's what he demonstrated to you.

bucky's pov

Like every night since he earned part of his freedom, Bucky stared at the windows of your apartment, from the opposite sidewalk hidden behind a tree. Like a ghost. Like he was trained to see but not be seeing. Every night, he wanted to cross the road, call to your door, kiss you, hug you, feel your touch and your love —hold you, and never let you go again. But he knew it was risky, he knew he had to wait for the right time. And it came. Tonight it came. His year of therapy had ended and he was free. Bucky was free to come back home.

He had been watching you since it started, making sure you were safe and sound. He also was aware that you never rebuilt your life with another man, that you tried to find him. That you slept every night with his shirt. Bucky was also aware of all the times you cried for him, that you always walked the same way from your job to your apartment expecting to meet him in some street close to it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

Taking a deep, deep breath, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his coat, the soldier put a step on the road. The first step to happiness. And then, no one could stop him. He continued to the front door of the building, not needing more than a push to open it. Third floor, fifth door at the right of the corridor. Bucky licked his bottom lip nervously, swallowing as he took a master key from one of his pockets and a small metallic stick to force the lock of your house. He needed to be fast and stealthy, ringing the bell wasn't an option for very obvious reasons. Breaking into the apartment, he closed the door quietly behind his back.

The lights were all turned off a couple of hours ago when you went to sleep, after sitting on the window of your living room waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up, as every night for the last six years. The whole place smelled sweet like you used to. Bucky never forgot your scent, using it as the encouragement he needed to continue fighting for his freedom, for a life together. Now, his heart was racing so quickly that the whole city could hear his beats.

Slowly, he toured the entrance, the living room, the hallway straight to your dorm. The door was half-closed. Not a single noise coming from the inside. Bucky walked towards it, pushing it in slow motion, trying to not wake you up. And if he knew before that could be that easy to watch you sleep —for creepy that it sounded— he would have watched you every night since he landed in New York.

Bucky wasn't sure about what to do. If he should wake you up, if he should let you sleep and come the next day after you finished your work. When he wanted to realize, he was running the nail of his index finger on your soft cheek. Your skin was still warm, which meant you fell asleep crying again. And that broke his heart, his soul. Being conscious of all the pain and the suffering he made you being through all that time was killing him from inside. And he wished he could have handled your relationship in another way. But there wasn't another way without you being collateral damage of his past.

Bucky was about to leave when he suddenly felt a hit to his collarbone, stumbling to the bed. He didn't have time to react when your right leg was beneath his cold arm and pinning down his neck, as your left leg was laced around it. Your hand gripping his wrist, immobilizing him, pointing at him with a loaded gun between your free fingers. Your breathing became erratic, your pulse was beating faster than ever, but you were ready to shoot if the occasion required it.

In the middle of the gloom you glimpsed at those deep oceanic blue eyes you had been craving to look at for years. The same eyes on the picture on your nightstand. It has to be another dream. Another nightmare where Bucky came to tell you that everything was going to be okay. But his touch felt so real that it hurt like a million flames burning down your body to ashes. You were paralyzed. Your brain collapsed. In a very slow motion, James —your James— raised his right hand from the mattress to above his chest, bringing it to the gun aimed at his head. You couldn't stop him. You tried with all your strength. But the commands sent by your neurons never reached the finger supported against the trigger.

His flesh digits made their way to your trembling hand, as the tears started to sprout out from your eyes. Bucky took the weapon, not needing to ask you to release it, to put it away from the two of you.

“It's okay, draga mea, it's me…” He whispered with such an angelical and melodic voice, over your dolorous sobs. “May I, uh… get my arm back?”

Bit by bit, you obeyed as if it was some kind of polite order, loosening the grip around his arm and over his neck. Stepping back till your body collided with the headboard, you curled up your knees to your furious chest rising and falling, hiding your face between the gap of both. Your cry became louder, agonic, painful, ripping your throat.

“No— Not again… Not again, please… I c— can't”. You implored sorely.

Bucky didn't need to be a genius to understand you firmly believed it was just part of another of your dreams. Another of your nightmares. He sat upon your bed, coming closer to you and landing his cold metallic hand on the back of your head, urging you to raise it. You did. You did raise your burning face because of the tears falling, running down your cheeks. Your blurry gaze focused on his pale blue eyes, begging you silently to forgive him.

“I'm here… I'm back”. Bucky murmured, gently touring your skin until reaching a side of your neck, caressing your throat by using his thumb. “This is not a dream, draga mea. This is real”.

His intentions weren't to scare you, speaking to you with such a honeyed tone of voice as he shortened the distance between his body and your legs yet curled. You pouted unconsciously, watching him leaning above your legs to press his lips on the bridge of your nose. Slowly, fondly. Wanting to transmit to you that the flame of his love for you never went out. Resting his forehead against yours, your right hand flew straight to the back of his neck. You had never needed more than you needed him at that precise instant, trying to believe that that wasn't a trick of your subconscious.

“'M so, so sorry… I had to protect you… I had to protect you”. Bucky explained while closing his eyes, lacing his free fingers with yours. “But, uh… I know you still drink black coffee with mocha and a stick of cinnamon every Thursday. I know you… rent a book from the library and sit on the stairs in your free evenings… I know you sleep with this same shirt every night”.

Discovering he had been watching you all this time provoked your lips to shiver, as your cry became lower and your breathing was calmer. He guarded your days, in the shadows, till the right moment. And it came. Tonight was the right moment.

“I'm free. I'm not an enemy anymore… I'm not a target”. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle to hold back his own tears. “I'm so sorry”.

“Will you…? Will you stay now? With me?” At first, you doubted asking, being afraid of his response for a second.

“No one will ever set us apart again. No one”. He promised you, his heart speaking, telling the absolute truth. “Everything I told you in Bucharest; everything was true. And I… I want it”.

Bucky leaned forward enough inches to make disappear the less distance between both of you, pressing his lips in yours, tenderly caressing your jawline with his thumb as his tears met yours in the corner of your lips. Neither of you could believe that you were reunited after all these years, after all the pain, the loneliness. And like James, your James, said so: no one would ever set you apart again.

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 4

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello’s masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2877

Additional note: This is the final chapter. There'll be an epilogue, but you'll have to wait a bit because there are a lot of challenges I've signed up for and I'm way behind schedule.

Enjoy 🙂

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Devastated and angry at the world. That's how Ivar is feeling.

Holed up in his room since the night before, and despite Lagertha incessant requests, he doesn’t plan to come out, not now at least. Come to think of it, he might as well decide never to leave his room again.

He can't stand the idea of facing his brothers. He doesn't want to have to tell them about his failure. He doesn't want to endure Ubbe's pity and condescendence. He doesn't want to see the look of triumph on Sigurd's face. The thought makes his stomach lurch while at the same time a murderous urge creeps into his mind. No, he definitely can't see his brothers.

Surprisingly, and unlike Lagertha, his brothers have left him alone, as if sensing that entering his room would be as moving into a minefield. Only Hvitserk had taken a chance earlier, cautiously poking his head through the door. His disapproving look obvious when his eyes had taken in the scene before him, Ivar's belongings scattered on the floor, some of them smashed into pieces.

"I got you a chocolate muffin from the kitchen, baby bro," he had explained, putting it on a nearby shelf, and it had almost brought a smile to Ivar's face. To Hvitserk, there's no predicament that can't be improved with comfort food.

"Look, Ivar," scratching his neck, Hvitserk had then said, "I don't know what happened and I don't want to pressure you. You tell me when you're ready, if you are. But I'm here, okay? Whatever the time of day or night, you don't have to be alone if you don't want to. If I'm upstairs, just call me, okay?" With these words, he was gone, the door closed.

Ivar can't get the events of the previous evening out of his mind. Like a waking nightmare, they are playing over and over in his head: how he had freaked out when he heard the beeps; the confused and then so disappointed look you had given him when he sputtered his need to leave; finally, his shameful escape into the night.

What could he have done? What should he have done?

He does know the answer. He should have been more cautious. He should have checked the time, asked for your number and just walked away.

On the other hand, what difference would it have made? He would still have no future with you, right? He would still be a cripple, and you would still be... you... perfect... too good for him.

So yeah, he had run away like a coward. He lets out a bitter chuckle to himself. Run away? Who is he kidding? He hadn't run away, that would have been too easy. Cripples don't run away. Without his cane – why the fuck did he leave it behind?? – he had pathetically limped away, stumbling, his feet sinking into the sand. He had still been on the beach when the battery had died. He had had no other choice but to crawl like a worm the rest of the way, silently praying to the gods that the darkness of the night would prevent you from seeing him like this.

Tears of despair run down his cheeks for the umpteenth time. He's used to feeling humiliated, but feeling humiliated and heartbroken simultaneously is really too much to take. He feels like he's dying from the inside over and over again, cursing himself for wanting to attend the party, for wanting to see you again. He should never have let his walls down, he should never have dared to hope. What was he thinking? He may have walked, and even danced with you, but at the end of the day, he still is a pitiable cripple with stupid, crooked legs, in love with a girl way out of his league.

If he's being honest, that's what hurts the most. He now realizes how delusional he had been. Holding on to a dead dream for years, he had not forseen the painful yet unavoidable reality check. And now, it's like he's been hit by a train. Because there's no denying it, dreaming of a life with you is no longer an option, not after last night. And even though it's almost unbearable, he knows now he has to let go of you, of the idea of you and him being together. As much as this mere thought is devastating, he has no other choice. He has to stop fooling himself, for his own sanity, if nothing else.

Giving a guttural cry, much like that of a wounded animal, Ivar doesn't hear when the front doorbell rings. Not that he would have reacted even if he had heard it, too busy wallowing in self-pity.

***

"Thank you for having us here on such short notice, my dear." Your uncle states joyfully, his eyes sparkling, as Lagertha greets him with a handshake and a tight-lipped smile. Even though you don't know why, it's obvious that she's not his biggest fan.

Your uncle, who doesn't seem to notice – or doesn't care, you're not sure – keeps giving her a beaming smile. "My niece here," he turns his head toward you for a short moment, "has a weird request. She met a boy yesterday, during the party. He lost something and my sweet Y/N has been adamant since this morning that she wants to find him and personally return it to him. We were wondering," he turns his gaze in the direction of the couch, "if it could be one of your wards."

There are indeed three young men, half sprawled on the couch, who get up as one when Lagertha gives them a stern look. If you vaguely remember having seen them before, a single glance is enough for you to know that the one you're looking for is not among them.

You're on the verge of saying so but your uncle doesn't give you a chance to. "See boys," he unceremoniously grabs the cane you're holding behind your back, "here is the lost item. A cane! Fairly uncommon, if you ask me. Anyway... Does this... thing belong to any of you?"

Since you know it doesn't, you're surprised when two of the guys both take a step forward. "Actually, it's mine," they say in unison, each of them only then becoming aware that the other is speaking.

Dumbstruck, you look at one then the other successively. They've got a lot of nerve! You know they're lying, and you would have known it even if these two idiots hadn't spoken at the same time. They just look nothing like your handsome stranger – if he's a stranger.

"Sigurd, you know it's mine!"

"Don't play dumb, you never use a cane, Ubbe! Whereas me, I do sometimes. Everyone knows artists tend to be eccentric, right?"

The blondest one – Sigurd if you heard right – points his finger at a guitar leaning against the wall and then winks at you, "I'm a musician, you know?" You don't even have time to roll your eyes as the other one – Ubbe? – yells, his nostrils flaring.

"Shut up Sig, you're so full of shit! You know I've got a sprained ankle!"

"A sprained ankle, no kidding? Who did a ten-kilometer run today, huh? It's not me! So, you are the one going to shut up, you fucking douchebag!"

It's almost funny to watch them arguing back and forth. If you weren't so pissed off, you'd laugh. But right now, you're mostly mad at them. Their blatant lies make your blood boil with anger.

Are they really thinking you're a complete idiot? That you can be fooled so easily? Who do they think they are? Who do they think you are? Some stupid chick ready to fall for their good looks? If they think that, they're kidding themselves.

"You're the fucking douchebag, Sig!! Don’t forget I'm the oldest!"

"And what's the difference, huh? You can't have all the girls, Ubbe! Keep fucking Margrethe and just let me be! Stop being a controlling asshole!"

"STOP!!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!"

Lagertha's shout is deafening and if looks could kill, these two morons would be lying dead on the floor right here, right now.

"Y/N, my dear," Lagertha gives you an apologetic smile, "I'm so sorry for that. I swear they usually know how to behave, better than that at least. Guess they don't know how to handle your striking beauty. Now sweetheart, tell me, is one of these two knuckleheads the one you were with last night?"

The silence that falls on the room after her question is so complete that you could hear a pin drop. Acutely aware that all eyes are on you, you shyly lower your gaze, shaking your head slightly, as you clasp your hands over your belly. You eventually speak, your eyes meeting Lagertha's, and you can see she knows what you're going to say. "No, the guy I was with last night is not one of them."

"How can you be so sure?" Sigurd's voice is soft and tentative now, and Ubbe adds, seemingly for once in agreement with his younger brother, "yeah, how can you? It was pretty dark after all."

You give them a smile. "How can I be so sure? You mean beside the fact that you obviously don't need a cane? Neither of you?" The third brother, who still hasn't opened his mouth, chuckles, giving you a thumbs up. "Look, I appreciate your interest, I really do, but neither of you are the one I am looking for. Therefore," you look at your uncle, "we should leave, don't you think?" Checking the time on your watch, you shrug. "What about the Eyvindsson family? Didn't you tell me about three brothers? We may have time to go and see them tonight if we hurry."

Your uncle nods, handing you back the cane. "You're right, Y/N, we should leave." Taking two steps forward, he grabs Lagertha's hand. "Sorry dear, we will waste no more of your time."

You're about to thank her when one of the boys clears his throat. "Ahem..."

Turning your head, you're surprised to see the third brother, the silent one, raising his hand. "I think I might know who this cane belongs to." Frowning, he glances at his brothers. "And you both know it too."

"Shut up, Hvitserk!" Sigurd spits, clenching his hands into fists. "Don't bring the fucking cripple into the conversation."

"Sigurd! Keep your mouth shut!" Lagertha glares at him for several long seconds then her face softens as she looks at Hvitserk, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What are you trying to say, Hvitserk? Do you think this cane belongs to your baby brother?"

Hvitserk nods. "I know it does, actually."

"Come on, Hvit, you're talking nonsense. It cannot be, it just cannot. That guy was standing. It wasn't our brother. Our brother wasn't there last night." Ubbe stubbornly insists, but Hvitserk just shakes his head.

"Of course, he was. I saw him. And don't bullshit me, Ubbe, you saw him too. With Y/N." Hvitserk states. That's when you realize that your palms are sweating and your pulse is racing.

Hvitserk keeps going, now speaking to his guardian. "I know what I saw, Lagertha. It was him. I don't know how, but he was standing, Ubbe is right. He was even walking. It may sound weird but I swear, it was him."

Lagertha nods. "I believe you, Hvitserk." A beaming smile spreads across her lips and she tilts her head. "I wouldn't be surprised if Floki had something to do with such a miracle. Go get your brother, Hvitserk, please."

Your heart leaps at these words, you're barely able to contain your excitement and as you let out a nervous chuckle, you cannot help but jump for joy. Needless to say, Ubbe and Sigurd seem much less enthusiastic than you.

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Reluctantly following his brother, Ivar mutters under his breath, "you're pissing me off, Hvit. I'm fucking not in the mood for whatever you have in mind."

Hvitserk pays him no mind though, a small smile dancing on his lips. "Trust me, baby bro, you'll be in the mood."

Ivar wants to protest, or maybe just turn around and wheel back to his room but all at once the sound of your voice reaches his ears and he stops, frozen in place, his eyes wide open. He may have stopped breathing.

Patting his shoulder reassuringly, Hvitserk whispers, "It's Y/N, baby bro, but I have a feeling you already know. She's here for you, she was looking for you, Ivar. Go..." before giving a single push to his brother's wheelchair, his right hand on the backrest.

Ivar honestly doesn't know how he manages to wheel himself into the living room. What he does know, however, is that you're suddenly standing right in front of him. The heart stopping smile you flash him blows all the air out of his lungs, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, and the outside world – Lagertha, his brothers, Harald – ceases to exist.

A little voice tells him he should be feeling self-conscious with his hair all messy and wearing worn sweatpants, but he can't bring himself to care, not when you kneel in front of him with stars in your eyes.

"Here you are, finally," you breathe, gently placing a hand on his knee. Ivar didn't know until now that one could die of happiness, but that's exactly what he's feeling and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Swallowing, he blinks several times. When he speaks, his voice trembles, his bottom lip quivering. "Hello Y/N, you were... looking for... for me?" He has trouble getting the words out, his nervous fingers fidgeting on his lap.

Grabbing both his hands in yours, you nod, your thumbs stroking his knuckles tenderly. "I was, yes, and for a very long time."

Shyly lowering his head, Ivar, almost feeling dizzy, can't wrap his head around your words. They're just too good to be true. "But... why?"

"Why?" You giggle, your laughing eyes lighting up your face, and he's positive, you're even more beautiful like this. "Isn't it obvious? I want to know more about you, what's your favorite color, what you eat for breakfast, where you see yourself in ten years. I just want to spend time with you, Ivar."

'Ivar' You've just said his name and it's like the sweetest music to his ears. He can't believe it. Wow. "You... You recognized me?" There's so much hope and joy in his voice, he cringes.

You shrug, your smile never leaving your lips. "I wasn't sure at first. You've changed a lot." Your hand cups his cheek. The sensation on his skin is so overwhelming he has to hold back the tears threatening to gush. Yet, he can't help but think you're speaking about his legs.

He grits his teeth. "Yeah... Standing tall can change a man."

"No! no, no, no," you retort without missing a beat, "That's not what I meant. In my memory you still looked like you did when we were ten, but look at you now, all grown up! Your hair was so short back then." Reaching out, you brush a strand of hair back and tuck it behind his ear before letting your fingers run slowly down and up his bulging biceps, your hand finally lingering on his forearm, "Plus, you clearly work out a lot. So, yeah, I thought it was you, but I wasn't sure. When we were dancing last night, I thought I'd ask you right after, but then you left and... well... I didn't have a chance..."

Ivar wraps his fingers around yours, a frown creasing his forehead. "About that, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like–"

You shush him, holding a finger to his lips. "It doesn't matter, Ivar. You don't have to explain. All that matters is that I found you." Standing up, you lean forward and gently kiss his cheek and he feels like he's floating. Intertwining his fingers with yours, you whisper in his ear, "I reckon we got some lost time to make up, you and me. Can we go stargazing now?"

Hearing this makes Ivar's insides turn to jelly. Barely able to think, he is on cloud nine and wishes with all his heart never to come back down to earth again. But despite the daze, despite the fog in his head, despite the blinding happiness, he knows one thing: no matter how many stars he sees, you'll be the brightest one.

"Yes, Y/N, you're right," bringing your hand to his mouth, he gives it a kiss, "let's go stargazing."

And as he leaves the room, you walking alongside him with your hand on his shoulder, his heart filled with joy and wonder, he doesn't miss the thumbs up Hvitserk gives him, nor the scowl on Ubbe's and Sigurd's faces.

For a fleeting second, he thinks he should – he could – taunt them. They deserve to be laughed at, don't they? But then, he realizes he doesn't have time for that. The time for happiness has come, and it's far more important.

Giving you a beaming smile, Ivar inhales deeply before releasing a sigh of satisfaction. Yeah. Happiness. Happiness sounds good.

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Unrequited Destiel...

The Legend of The Sun and The Moon

I just wanted to explain in a few words to those that are asking why Dean didn't reply to Cas or why is Jensen talking about angelical way to feel things.

I know they're a lot of post saying WE TOLD YOU THIS AND THAT, and is true. Because if you read my Destiel Chronicles from the beginning, you will see I ALWAYS CALLED THE UNREQUITED LOVE FROM CAS AND DEAN'S POV.

Some of you disbelieves this idea, but is the only way to intepretate why Destiel is the slowest slow burn ever.

No more intro, let's suffer together...

Season 4 and 5 JUST A FLIRTING GAME

Once Dean was pulled out from Hell, Castiel wanted to talk with him. He didn't wait a second. Things blew and it was messy, and even Bobby was scared that that thing would hurt his idjit. But it was just Cas, trying to speak with Dean, desperately trying to reach him in his true form. Why? Because he wanted to talk with him. He had to explain Dean's mission but also, he felt fascinated. And even more after their first meeting face to face when he was finally able to find a vessel.

And Dean just it took him just a little of his time to feel the same fascination. The almighty angel, that could see right through his soul.

But also the angel that said things like...

And we have the handprint too, such an intimate sign between these two.

Castiel showing him, honestly showing him with words and actions, his special interest on him:

"My superiors begun to question my sympathies. I was getting too close to the humans in my charge. You."

How would Dean take this here? The poor guy just decided to check out the angel, and speechless as he was at that moment, couldn't reply to it. "Is he flirting with me? Does he know how gay this sounds?"

Then Cas rebel against Heaven for Dean. Dean pushed him, the whole he pushed Cas to help him. If you rewatch season 4 Dean is constantly asking Cas to help him. Because he already know Cas was different. Because he felt Cas was his friend, his ally, and something else it was growing up in his chest.

While Cas pushed him against the wall, cut his forearm and drew the sigil, Dean's face is full of awe. He can't believe this soldier powerful angel is doing this for him.

And then... "We're making it up as we go."

Gif credit @cyxnrose

The beginning of season 5 is a very busy Cas searching for God, but also, the flirtation begins. Dean is like a cute boy flirting with his crush. The second meaning jokes, trying to figure out if Cas catch it is hilarious. But he will understand 'Cas doesn't understand that reference.'

From Dean's POV in these two season, we coul under he thinks angels are junk less.

Season 6: The profound Bond and the Longing

The romantic feeling from both sides began to flow even more when Castiel goes into the black side, and the first Destiel break up appears infron of our eyes in the middle of a very romantic scenes.

Gif credit @starlightcastiel

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

The last gif is out of discussion, bot men looking at each other with sad eyes, longing and as if their conversation isn't over. Dean being disappointed at Cas and Cas trying to make him see his point. Everything he does, he does it for Dean.

And now we know why it is.

Season 7: Mourning Dean and the Jealousy

Even with Showrunner Sera Gamble trying to focus Dean's morning into a Wincest subtext, we had put king Ben Edlund came to the rescue in episode 7x09.

Putting things in order, we were faced with Dean's source of depression: Castiel's death.

So, after that, when Cas really comes back, the reunion is another romantic movie. The MEMORY LOST trope.

And then... Castiel's pseudo wife...

The trope is getting better with the spicy Jealousy in Dean's eyes.

Gif credit @impalaofgrace

So he can't completely enjoy Cas is back because:

1) He doesn't remember him: so, how can be mad or anything else if Cas doesn't remember any details of their break up?

2)The guy has a wife! Okay, so, he has a wife, he easily got a wife from... Nowhere?

And then Meg comes and he is Jealous all over again!

Dean is a really mess of feelings, but in the end, when Cas recalls everything, and when I say everything, i mean Dean, because the majority of his memories was him, Dean just pulls out from his car Castiel's bloody trenchcoat and gives it him back!

So, if there was any doubts about why was Dean mourning and depressed for, we have the confirmation!

Then, let's turn the page, because now is Cas the mess... Depressed and suffering, because he almost destroy heaven, but, do you know what cares the most to Cas and when he cheers up? Yes...

When Dean says... "I RATHER JAVE YOU, CURSED OR NOT" Castiel immediately changed his face, he smiles, and kept staring at Dean with heart eyes. He was happy because Dean was forgiving him. Because since he recovered his memories, the biggest cause of it was Dean's rejection. Dean not being able to forgive him. That was the main cause of his sadness. That's why he avoided reality, he didn't have a cause, because his cause was Dean and Dean was mad at him. But now? Cas is happy again. That's why he decides to come back to battle. "I'll go with you."

Season 8 Purgatory of love and Pining!Dean

Okay, is in this season, Carver era, when Dean's POV has a turning point about Castiel and his true feelings for him and is in this season, when Dean starts pining strongly for the angel, and feeling his love is unrequited.

The cause of it, is Purgatory. The Purity about Purgatory resided in the capacity of that place to resides in abolish every human necessity to let the mind to focused in what really matters. In this case for Dean was SURVIVE AND CAS.

So we can say that what remained pure in Dean's heart was TO FIND CASTIEL.

That's why he prayed to him every night, and that's why in the moment Cas CONFESS he ran away to protect him, something in Dean changes forever.

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If you pay attention to Dean's face reaction here, is the expression of the man that realizes in that precisely moment his feelings for Castiel. Even Cas stares to a side, because there was Benny watching them, and the thing he was about to say it was too intimate. I did it to protect you.

Dean, the Big Protector, is being protected by Castiel. So, in Purgatory, Dean Winchester find out his not platonic love for his best friend.

Then we had the entire season with pining!Dean and deception.

Dean's mind invented one excuse for Castiel running away from him because thinking his best friend abbandoned him, was just too painful. He does this again when Cas pushed him inside the gate and he stays in Purgatory. Dean just rewrote in his mind the whole sequence. Imagining that Cas was defeated. But the reality was, Castiel wanted to stay. And when Cas reveals this truth to the hunter, Dean's face is a mix of deep sadness and deception. He felt really rejected by his friend. He felt his unrequited romantic love for him. But he will feel it more stronger in the crypt scene, with the brainwashing and how Castiel's love for Dean broke th connection. But he left. That was a real rejection the hunter barely could handled.

Season 9: Pinning!Castiel and Human!Cas

When Cas became Human, he has to face all the intensity of human's feelings. In this season, is time for our angel to realize his romantic love for the hunter.

Castiel will mirroring Dean's pining in season 8, and he will also feel rejected by him.

Just like Dean in season 8, Castiel will feel his romantic love is unrequited, after Dean kicked him out from the bunker, being this the parallel to the crypt scene.

But then Cain's mark comes, and everything gets worst.

Season 10: Castiel is Dean's Colette

The whole Cain's mark was the visual sign of the Destiel handprint (profound bond) attempt of break.

With Cain and Dean going through a perfect parallelism in which Crowley was placed in the friend's spot, Sam in the brother's spot and Castiel in Colette's spot. Blatant and canon exposure of what Cas means for Dean.

But now, is time for Dean, after came back for being a demon, to feel unrequited again. And this is a detail that could be not seen, but it caught my attention.

CASTIEL: At least temporarily. It’s a long story. Crowley, stolen grace. There’s a female outside in the car.

This is what Castiel says when he goes into Dean's room and after Dean praises him...

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Dean had been with Crowley when he was a demon this whole time, so Cas was heartbroken. Even this season opens with a very depressed Castiel in the bed just let himself die because Dean was gone. So, that's why Cas says this.

So you went with Crowley, i have a female in my car. See? I don't need you.

He was Jealous, and now Dean gets Jealous, but he also gets the sensation again of his love for Castiel is unrequited.

The episode that followed this one, Dean goes into a blind date with random chick he took from a date app (very ooc, but he did it because he had his heart broken and because he thought CAS had cheated on him while he was gone as a demon.)

Season 11: Dean resist a forced bond with Amara because he's bonded with Castiel

Season 11 is a blatant exposure of Dean's feelings for Castiel. There a lot of hints throughout the season telling us Dean is in love, just like in season 9 there was hints of this with Castiel. (Again, mirroring each other).

Dean resisted Amara because of his love for Castiel. But Cas is oblivious about this.

When Castiel is possesed by Lucifer, Dean switch's into desperate mode. If he was worried about his attraction for Amara, now the only thing he cares was Castiel, exposing again WHO DEAN IS IN LOVE WITH.

But when Dean wanted to rescue Castiel, and Cas didn't want to come back to him, it hurt him worst. Again, just like in season 8, Dean can't handle Cas doesn't want to come back with him (first from Purgatory and now from being possesed). Again Dean feels rejected and unrequited. That's why when Cas is back and the end of the world is close... Dean says these words...

"You're our brother, Cas. I want you to know that."

And Cas' face...

Gif credit @mad-as-a-box-of-frogs

That's a man with the heart broken, mostly because we know now he was in love with Dean CANON FACT! (sobbing louder).

Season 12 and the confusing I LOVE YOU

This season was full of married couple situations, but mostly, we had Castiel's I Love You in the barn, before "dying".

At first Dean thinks the angel was saying this as goodbye, expressing into words his feelings for the Winchesters. Because as and angel, maybe Cas was feeling he has to protect them all. But then he says this singular I Love You to Dean, and the guy doesn't know how to take it. It was a platonic ILY? A non platonic ILY? Does angels feel the same like us? Does he sees me as a brother? Dean was truly a mess, so he decides to respond to that with a Mixtape.

But, when Castiel disappears for days, he sinks again into that sensation of unrequited romantic love.

Then Cas comes back, and then he goes away again, and then he dies.

Season 13: The reunion and the meaning of Castiel coming back

Dean's mourning for Cas can't be interpreted otherwise than LOSING THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE.

And the longing for his angel plus some Nougat powers, brought him back.

The thing is, Dean didn't expr as his feeling for Castiel and when the angel asked him that he needed to believed that he came back for a reason, Dean goes...

Gif credit @inacatastrophicmind

This sound like if he was recruiting Cas for war. And Cas' took it as that. So he came back to soldier angel mode. Because, okay, if Dean and Sam needed him to fight, he will fight.

Unrequited Love again.

Season 14 Healing Dean and the prelude of the break up

Post-possesed Dean is a follow up of self knowledge and self growing. He was healing the whole season.

But in episode 14x04 we heard Dean being Jealous or hurt because Castiel didn't go to rescue him and then because he goes into hunts with Jack. Unrequited love again.

Did Cas miss me as I missed him?

Is the first time Dean will actually name the word LOVE talking with the kid.

And then Mary dies and everything is a mess.

Dean yells YOU ARE DEAD TO ME, and how sad that sounds now that the angel had died again. Saving his life.

Dark clouda over our ship...

Season 15: And Maybe is not too late...

In season 15 we lived the angst of the Destiel break up, but then their reunion in Purgatory was beautiful.

Again, facing the fact that he could lost Cas one more time, Dean went down on his knees and prayed to him, and because he was in Purgatory, his heart and mind were released from any distraction, and he was plenty focused in the love he feels for his angel.

He cried, and begged for him to come back.

And he found him, following his heart, the profound bond he has with Castiel.

But, when he was about to say something that he hadn't said in the prayer, Castiel cut him off. So... Again the hunter had to swallow his words and the unrequited love punch him again.

Then... Castiel's romantic love confession took Dean by surprise, because, now that you read all the clues i gave you and i convinced you that Dean and Cas thought their love were unrequited, you will understand Dean's reaction.

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Dean didn't can't believe Cas had loved him the way he does this whole time and now, he will lose him again. Is too much pain he can't handle.

For a lot of reasons we had analyzed so many times (Dean's arc has to have a closure expressing his ILY to the angel, the Empty plot is not ended, Etc) Is logical to think Cas will come back in the last episode, and this slow burn story will end with them being together, finally.

To Conclude:

The legend of the Sun and the Moon talks about two lovers that can't be reunited but they love each other deeply.

Is accurate with Destiel, because these two men had always being pining for each other but never be able to be together as they wish.

Castiel always thinking Dean doesn't reciprocate his romantic feeling for him and Dean thinking because Cas is an angel, he doesn't love him back romantically.

The Sacred Oath always playing in Castiel's POV as an impediment too and Dean's love clocked in shame too.

The deal with the Empty had been settled as we suspected in season 14, as a romantic plot. So, it has to have a closure.

These thoughts are based on the volumes from my assay "The Destiel Chronicles", currently in it's 87th volume.

See you soon! Have faith!

Destiel Is Forever!

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