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mimisempai · 10 months

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I don't want to let go of your hand

Summary

Loki and Mobius continue their journey together.

During a quiet moment, Loki remembers all the times he and Mobius held hands. Of all the times he was forced to let go of that hand, and realizes that now everything has changed.

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POV Loki about the past and the present

On Ao3

Rating G - 1418 words

The ocean as far as the eye could see, the refreshing breeze, the warm sand under his feet, the sound of the waves, the clear blue sky.

Everything seemed so vivid, so bright to him after spending so much time in the tree, surrounded by all those branches in the darkness.

But the brightest thing was him.

Mobius.

Sitting beside him on the sand.

Loki was no stranger to the extraordinary, not after where he came from, not after seeing realms and magic, gods and witches, but still, this moment with the most precious person in the universe was probably the most extraordinary thing he'd ever experienced.

He glanced at the man sitting next to him and smiled fondly when he saw that Mobius had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun with a small smile on his face.

His throat tightened at the thought of what he thought he'd lost forever.

The one person who understood him and accepted him for all he was.

The first person to see beyond his fate.

His eyes slid over their hands, almost touching, side by side on the sand.

All he had to do was move his hand a few inches and he'd be holding Mobius' hand in his own.

Holding hands.

Such an innocuous gesture for most people, but so full of meaning for them.

From the very beginning.

They had just entered an elevator with strange buttons, just as this whole place was strange.

Loki sighed, and the man, as strange as the place, said to him in a tone that Loki found overly friendly, "I'm Agent Mobius, by the way."

Then he turned to him and held out his hand. Loki looked at the outstretched hand with no intention of taking it. He had no trust in this man who seemed to be a complete idiot.

Instead, he looked at the agent and asked suspiciously, "Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"

The man didn't even seem to mind his refusal to grasp his extended hand and replied, without losing his smile, "No. That's where you just were. I'm taking you some place to talk."

Loki replied, "I don't like to talk."

The cheeky man dared to reply, "But you like to lie, which you just did. Because we both know you love to talk. Talkie-talkie."

Oh, how Loki had hated the man at that moment.

He had felt like he was dealing with an insufferable know-it-all, someone who seemed to read him, and he couldn't stand it.

He had taken refuge in sarcasm and contempt because at that moment he had no idea what this man could want from him and first of all, he was his enemy.

Loki smiled inwardly as he thought back to those moments, to that hand he'd refused.

How wrong he'd been.

He, who prided himself on his ability to judge people, had really been wrong.

Mobius had masterfully destroyed Loki's first opinion of him.

Again and again.

Until this moment in the Void.

The Time Door was activated behind them and Mobius was about to leave. Loki knew it was inevitable, but he didn't want to lose him when they had just been reunited.

"What are you going to do at the TVA?" he asked.

Mobius looked so resolute as he answered.

"Burn it to the ground."

Then he added with that familiar smile, "Thanks for the spark."

Loki couldn't help but laugh a little, and when he looked up, Mobius had his hand outstretched and said, "Well, see you later, Loki."

Loki contemplated the outstretched hand and thought about how different things were since the last time Mobius had reached out to him like that.

"That's not how I see it."

"You could be whoever you want. Even someone good."

There was no hesitation as Loki took the outstretched hand.

But once he had taken it, he wanted more, because they had become more, they weren't enemies anymore, they were more than colleagues, they were friends. And friends didn't just shake hands to say goodbye.

So he wrapped his arms around the agent and held him close before whispering in his ear, "Thank you, my friend."

My friend.

Mobius was so much more now.

If he only knew how much he had been the motivation behind most of Loki's actions. The force that had driven him through all of this, all of the centuries of learning, all of the time traveling.

Because he couldn't imagine losing his friends.

Because he couldn't imagine losing Mobius.

Mobius, who had helped him find the determination to do what he had to do. To save them all.

By learning of Mobius' past as a hunter and the scars it had left on the man. Loki had understood what he had to do, no matter the cost.

"She knew the hard thing to do was the thing that had to be done. And by hard, I mean impossible."

Mobius's tone was so different from the friendly, sometimes insolent tone the agent had used when speaking to Loki.

He could feel the hurt in Mobius as he continued, "No, there's no comfort. You just choose your burden."

Loki nodded, unable to keep his eyes from filling with tears as he realized what the agent's words meant to him. Loki could see the path ahead of him, and he could already feel the weight of it.

He murmured softly, "Thank you, Mobius," before standing and holding out his hand to Mobius, who stood before taking it.

Loki knew this would be the last time.

This time, it was he who had extended his hand.

Mobius had taken it without hesitation, and Loki had held it until it was nothing but dust.

"Loki, are you okay?"

Mobius' voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

He wondered why the man was asking if he was all right when he realized that, lost in his memories, he had gripped Mobius' hand quite tightly.

Loki loosened his fingers without letting go of Mobius' hand and replied a little hesitantly, still raw from the emotions this trip down memory lane had stirred up, "Yes, just a... difficult memory."

He didn't know how to explain it to Mobius, not until he told him everything, and even if he would soon, he didn't feel ready for that now.

Mobius looked at him, a slight worry on his face, and asked gently, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Loki shook his head and replied, "Not now."

Mobius nodded and said as gently as ever, "I suppose it's part of everything you haven't told me yet. About what made you decide to take Timely's place and do what you did."

Loki smiled fondly.

Mobius wasn't the analyst he was at the TVA for nothing. Of course he'd connected some dots.

He replied sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I can't..."

Mobius interrupted, "Don't apologize. I know you'll talk to me when you're ready. You were the one who said so. We have time."

He stood and held out his hand to Loki, "Come on, let's take a walk and clear our heads. I've come to appreciate that since I've been here."

The gesture was harmless to Mobius at the time, but not to Loki. Not after what he'd just been thinking.

He looked at the hand for a few seconds before taking it, and Mobius helped him to his feet.

When they were both standing, Mobius loosened his fingers to let go of Loki's hand, but Loki closed his fingers over his.

He didn't want to let go of that hand.

Not this time.

Nothing forced them to now.

No imposed separation.

No burden.

Now he could walk along the beach and keep Mobius' hand in his.

Mobius stopped him and asked quietly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Loki turned to him and, bringing their two intertwined hands to his lips, gently kissed the back of Mobius' hand before saying softly in a confident voice, "Yes, I'm sure."

Mobius checked him for a few seconds, as if to make sure Loki was telling the truth, then, seemingly reassured, they resumed their walk along the beach.

Mobius had been right, it was perfect for clearing the mind.

But not for the same reasons, not because of the silence or the landscape or any other external element.

Loki was able to do it only because of that hand in his.

Mobius' hand that he would never have to let go of again.

Lokius' holding hands by @rins-love-wins

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starkerhowlter · 2 years

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Like a Fucking Fairytale

Rating: T Ship: Starker Words: 1318 Contains: Fairies, A/B/O, Stolen Moments, cuddle nesting, Parallel Play, cottagecore domesticity, slice of life but in a forest, Slice of Life, Gardening, Cuddling, Nesting Summary: "Tony's left the city for a fairy." "Sounds like something out of a fucking fairy tale."

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Dedicated to: @cozysafechaotic Author's Note: So as some of you might know (If you have read any of my fics) that my squishbean beta's my fics. She's my favorite human, the other half of my soul and the literal split of my stardust. Eir the most incredible thing in my life and the best gift the universe has ever given me. I really hope she knows how much ey mean to me. I love you so much squishbean till the sky falls and forever after. Happy 27th birthday, I hope you love it!

Ever since Tony left Stark Industries for the forest he's felt better. It was an accident, really. He stumbled out into the woods one day looking for clarity from an argument with his ex-wife, and from the insanity that is the deal with his cohead. He'd risen from his desk and walked towards the door mumbling something about needing to get away, Pepper and Happy shouting behind him.

Meeting Peter was an accident. He'd tripped over a log on the forest floor, falling to hands and knees, slacks torn. He inhales through his teeth, rising to continue walking, dusting his hands off on his ruined pants. "Fuck, well... Guess I'm taking the rest of the day off" Tony mumbles to himself, continuing to walk down the hidden path. The ground shifts under his feet as he nears a brook, and Tony would swear the water almost glitters.

As he goes to step into the water, a voice whispers from beyond his view, "I wouldn't do that." He shrugs, walking into the cold water. Before he could take another step, however, his senses filled with pain, cold, and the smell of mud.

Then everything goes black.

"Stupid humans..." Peter mumbles, hopping down from his perch in the tree. Rolling his eyes, he approaches the strange man. Next to his head, he makes a soft clicking noise, expecting some form of a reply. Instead, the figure doesn't move. "Why couldn't you just listen to me?" Peter grabs his wrist, dragging the stranger to the bank on the other side, "You would be more useful to me if you were conscious y'know." Peter flips the man over and that's when he sees his face.

And holy fuck is he gorgeous.

When Tony finally comes to, he realizes he's lost. Instead of being in the creek, he's laying in a glade of wildflowers. The smell of mint and lavender fills his nose as a youngish boy comes into view holding a yellow cup. Tony closes his eyes back, pretending to still be knocked out.

Suddenly, the taste of flowers explodes in his mouth and it takes everything in him to not moan at the sweetness. His eyes flutter open just as the strange boy looks away and Tony finally sees him.

This young boy has pointed ears and branches tangled in his curly hair. He looks ethereal. He rolls the sleeves on his cream-coloured shirt up and inspects the damage on Tony's forehead. "Ah, you're awake... How are you feeling?" The boy meets Tony's eyes, caramel color catching the sun perfectly.

"Honestly? Like shit," Tony sits upright, hissing at the pain. "Who are you?"

"I'm a forest fairy. My name is Peter. And you are?"

"Fairy? Are you the kind that steals humans' names and keeps them?"

"By the moon..." Peter mumbles, "Humans still believe that? No. And we never did. It was a dumb fairytale our great great great grandfathers made up so humans would leave us alone. We also don't have wings. Don't ask."

"Sorry, my head hurts too much for this." Tony falls back onto his back, smiling when Peter leans down next to him. "Um... I'm Tony."

"It's going to get dark soon. I've been watching you for a while and it seems like you're trying desperately to get away from something. This part of the forest is protected by magic. Nothing is going to get to you here. I have a cottage just up the path if you would like to spend the night there?"

"I couldn't impose."

"It's just one night... you'll be alright." Peter reaches out to Tony, taking his hands in his own.

That was ten years ago.

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"I'm home! I got the seeds!" Tony opens the blue door to the flower-covered cottage and looks around for his lover. "Sweetheart? Where are you?" Tony raises his head, sniffing the air for the smell of Peter. He finally catches it, the light scent of honeysuckle and warmth emanating from the bedroom. He approaches the door, pushing it open to find a pile of his clothes in the center of the bed. All of his favorite well-worn band tees lay tangled with the duvet, hoodies, and every single towel Tony has ever looked at. "Aww, baby..." In the center of it all is one Peter Parker, curled up and sleeping cozily under a lavender-colored crocheted blanket. He drops the brown sack in the armchair, removing his cloak and shoes. "Sweetheart..." He purrs, climbing into the nest and wrapping his arms around the omega fairy. "What's all this?"

"Alpha..." Peter whispers sleepily, curling back into the man's chest, breathing evening out once again. Tony can't help but smile at Peter's messy hair, devoid of its usual branches.

"Just needin' cuddles, Peter?" In lieu of a reply, Peter nods gently and nuzzles closer. "Well, that I can do. I also have the bluebell seeds you requested for the tea garden. We can head outside so you can plant them after our nap if you'd like. I wouldn't mind catching up on some reading while you do." Peter nods again, eyes fluttering shut. "Alrighty, baby. Talk to you in an hour or two..." Tony smiles, curling around the boy and falling asleep.

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"Y'know you're no use on this, T," Peter laughs, glaring playfully at Tony from his place in the flowerbed. "I can't decide if the chrysanthemums and bluebells can be friends or if I need to put them near the lilies."

"Why don't you ask them? I mean, can't you read the forest, sweetheart?" Tony replies, looking up from his book, turning the yellowed page as he does. His sunglasses glint in the sunlight, and Peter's breath falters. He's never gotten tired of seeing the man in "layman" clothes. While he and the rest of the colony tend to stick to canvas pants and earth-toned shirts, Tony wears lavish suits, pressed jeans, and t-shirts with logos for brands Peter's never heard of. Today it's a tiny upside-down triangle right over Tony's left pec.

"They don't speak to me, I can just feel energies sometimes." Peter defends, placing the Bluebells equidistant between the two patches of white and yellow flowers. "Maybe I should just space them evenly and cut my losses."

"Good idea." Tony doesn't look up this time but instead places his book on the wooden table in front of him. He reaches over to the basket of blooms Peter had trimmed earlier that morning and begins weaving a small crown out of the wildflowers.

By the time they're done, Peter's got dirt caked under his nails and the tips of his fingers are stained with soil. He turns to the older man, finding him asleep with a flower crown in his lap. "Tony?" Peter whispers, nuzzling into his side. "Tony, honey? Ready to head inside? I know it's just the middle of fall, but it's gonna get cold soon and I don't want you to freeze. Besides, I have wedding soup I need to start making if you want dinner."

"I'm up!" He laughs, "I also made this for you." Tony smiles up at Peter, handing him the wildflowers. "I think it should fit?" Peter places it on his head, smiling at the older.

"It's perfect." Peter leans down, kissing Tony gently on the lips. "Now. Food."

"Aye Aye, lovely omega." Peter rolls his eyes at the title, knowing Tony only pulls rank when it benefits him. "I am always willing to let you cook while I read."

"Or you can cook and I will crochet a new blanket."

"Nope. No! You volunteered! I don't want to burn down half the forest because I didn't make the stew correctly."

"And we definitely don't want that..." Peter laughs, disappearing inside the cottage.

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It's been 11 years since Tony ran off into the forest to get away from his problems.

And he hasn't regretted it since.

Thanks for reading!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are MUCH appreciated! <3

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crossbowking · 3 years

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The Sweetest Thing

Summary: (Set mid-season 6) Daryl reflects on life before the end - before he met you.

Word Count: 1,948

A/N: I'M BACK! I'm so excited to share this with y'all! It's super short, super fluffy, and super sweet (get it...like the title...lolololol) And it's also Daryl's POV! Woo!

Initially, this was going to be heart-wrenching angst, but I decided that we all could use a little lovin', ya know? I've missed y'all so much and hope my muse decides to stay awhile! I do have a few other ideas brewing muahaha!

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Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

When he was eight years old, he dislocated his shoulder falling out of a rickety, old, oak tree.

He’d scrambled up the gnarled trunk, ignoring the shouts and taunts from other kids who’d chased him into the woods just beyond the schoolyard. He’d found a sturdy branch to cling to as they’d gathered at the bottom, throwing stray rocks and sticks at him, calling him names, laughing amongst themselves until they’d eventually lost interest and wandered back to the playground.

He’d waited for the bell to ring, for classes to resume and the kids to disperse to wherever they belonged — and then he’d begun climbing down. Except he’d misjudged a step and before he knew it, the harsh wooded ground was rushing up to meet him. He’d fallen, hard, on his left side, hearing a distinct popping sound on impact.

He hadn’t bothered to return to school, instead walking the thirty minutes back home, left arm cradled against his chest, sniffling softly as the burning in his shoulder intensified.

When he’d gotten home, he’d found his dad passed out drunk on the sofa, snoring so loudly he didn’t hear his son's cries.

It wasn’t until Merle had stumbled in from the local bar later that night that his shoulder was popped back into place.

When Daryl was sixteen years old, he got into his first motorcycle accident.

He’d spent all summer fixing the bike up, pouring every ounce of his time, energy, and money into the project. Merle was serving in the Marine Corps, his old man’s drinking habits were the worst they’d ever been, and Daryl had felt the sting of his father’s belt buckle one too many times.

He’d thought maybe he’d leave Georgia once and for all — travel across the country and find somewhere to settle down. Maybe he’d open an auto body shop in Montana, buy a nice house near the mountains or deep in the woods. Maybe he’d get a dog to keep him company. If he thought about it long enough, the more it seemed within reach.

He just needed to get there.

So one night in August, Daryl packed a bag and left.

He snuck out around two in the morning, not that anyone would’ve known or cared he was missing, rolled his motorcycle to the end of his street, and took off.

He’d never forget how that felt, the freedom that grew in his chest as he left his shit-hole hometown and every bad thing in it behind. It’d nearly brought tears to his eyes, the idea of starting over, of no one knowing his name, of —

Not even ten miles later, a deer ran out in front of his bike. He’d swerved, lost control, and crashed into a tree along the side of the road.

He never made it past the Georgia state line.

When Daryl was twenty-eight, he fell in love.

Well, maybe not ‘love’, but a dire and desperate attempt to feel something, anything, that wasn’t the all-consuming numbness that’d become so familiar as year after year wore on.

Julie was her name.

She was older – late thirties, early forties – with long, bleached blonde hair and a slyness that Daryl should’ve picked up on sooner. She’d frequented the dive bar he and his brother had spent most nights at, making eyes at him from across the room until one night, she’d finally approached him.

Attention was a foreign concept to Daryl – a woman’s attention, especially. His face had grown haggard with contempt and disappointment over time, a seemingly permanent scowl etched onto his face – and if that wasn’t enough of a turn-off, his sharp tongue sealed the deal. He wasn’t sure when he’d begun to lose himself, when aspects of Merle’s personality had begun to morph into his own, but it was easier to drink away the thought than confront it.

Which had led him to that dive bar, led him to Julie.

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Julie had been using him to get free goods from Merle – but he’d kept that to himself. She’d simply been a distraction, nothing more, nothing less, from the darkness that’d been festering within him since before he could remember.

Their relationship had been surface level at best, but it was more than Daryl had ever had a taste of and he’d clung to it.

A few weeks later, he’d found Merle and Julie in bed together.

She’d offered a half-assed apology – though made no move to unwind herself from around his brother’s body – while Merle, on the other hand, had shot him a shit-eating grin and shrugged. “A man’s gotta eat,” he’d jeered, the indifference in his tone turning the younger brother’s vision red.

His knuckles were bruised and bloody for days after that.

Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

He’d been dealt traumas that most people could never understand, would never understand. For the longest time, he’d wondered what he’d done to deserve the life he’d been given. Maybe he’d been a sinner in another lifetime, and this was his punishment – to merely exist, day in and day out with no real purpose, no meaning, with nothing more to his name than the scars he’d bear.

But then the world ended.

And, oddly enough, his life began.

“Hey, you okay?” came a sudden voice.

Daryl snapped out of his reverie, not having realized he’d zoned out to begin with. “Hm?” he murmured, blinking away the daze.

You came into focus then, watching him curiously, your brow furrowed. “You disappeared on me there for a second,” you pointed out gently, the corner of your mouth quirking.

Daryl felt his gaze flicker down towards your lips before he refocused his attention straight ahead, ignoring the heat rushing to the tips of his ears. He quickly cleared his throat, ducking his head down. “M’ here,” he rumbled, sneaking another glance at you from beneath the hair that fell across his face.

You smiled sweetly and the archer felt his stomach flip-flop as you reached towards him and brushed the strands away. “Good – try to keep it that way,” you teased, pulling away a moment later.

The archer tried to ignore the prickling beneath his skin where your fingers had grazed — like every nerve-ending had been set aflame.

“So, what’d you think?” you asked then, crossing your arms over your chest and staring down at the map splayed out between you.

Daryl redirected his attention, reaching down and smoothing out the creases that’d formed along the page. He laid his palms flat on the table, drumming his fingers as he focused on the task at hand. With Rick now running Alexandria, he’d wanted to take every precaution possible in case the community was to fall – having a backup location that was safe, secure, and well-stocked was integral. “There,” he rasped after a moment, jabbing his finger towards the shoreline. “Head east, comb the shore, see what we can see.”

You hummed softly in approval. “That’s what I was thinking,” you murmured, shifting forward and resting your hands beside his, squinting slightly as you examined where he’d pointed. “We could find a boat, fix it up,” you mused. “Maybe catch some lobster for dinner,” you glanced over at him, waggling your eyebrows.

Daryl scoffed as he straightened. “Churn some butter while we’re a’ it,” he huffed, fighting back a smile.

You laughed, his comment catching you by surprise. “Don’t act like I won’t hold you to that, Dixon,” you grinned, leaning back against the table and facing him straight on.

“Mhm,” he rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his worn jeans, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You held his gaze a moment longer, something warm flashing over your face before you pushed away from the table. “Alright, I’ll update Rick and get a group together – head out in twenty?”

Daryl grunted softly in response, suddenly unable to find his voice.

“Okay, see you in a bit,” you smiled warmly, reaching out and patting the archer’s chest affectionately as you began to move past him.

But before your hand could slip away, Daryl covered it with his own and held it in place, faltering your momentum.

You shifted, turning back towards him, a puzzled look in your gaze.

“I jus’ –” he rasped, shaking his head as he ducked his head down, searching for the right words. He brushed his thumb against yours, back and forth, grounding himself, before he focused back on you.

You simply nodded, giving him the space to continue.

He cleared his throat, feeling it tighten as he forced himself to let go of a lifetime's worth of conditioned self-consciousness. He inhaled a deep breath, regarding you earnestly. “You're jus’ so damn beautiful, ya know that?” he finally mustered, his words rumbling against your intertwined hands, still pressed against his chest.

You appeared taken aback for a moment like you were wondering if you’d misheard him, or he’d misspoken. But when he merely held your stare, your features softened. “Oh,” you whispered gently.

A beat passed between you before your face lit up and you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him and sighing a long and heavy exhale.

Daryl welcomed the embrace, one arm snaking around your waist, his other hand moving to cradle the back of your head before he tightened his hold on you. His eyes closed as he breathed in the moment, committing the feeling to memory. You melted against him, nestling closer, fitting so perfectly it was as though you’d been crafted to from the very start.

When you pulled back, he couldn’t help but ache for you in the spaces you’d filled.

But then he opened his eyes and noticed the emotion that’d filled yours.

You sniffled softly, quickly swiping at a tear that’d slipped down your cheek as a hitched laugh pushed past your lips. “Now look at what you did,” you murmured playfully, almost bashfully.

Daryl snorted a breath, placing his hand against the side of your neck and using his thumb to brush away the trail of moisture left behind on your cheek. You laid your hand on top of his, leaning into his touch.

Neither of you moved for a long moment, simply breathing the other in before a small smile tugged at your lips. You shifted in his grasp, pressing a gentle kiss against his palm. “We should probably get going,” you sighed, the archer nodding once despite every fiber of his being screaming otherwise.

“Alright,” he rasped, balling his hands into fists and shoving them back into his pockets, ignoring the slight trembling in his fingertips.

“Alright,” you reiterated, a bounce in your step as you turned to leave. “Meet you at the gate?” you called from over your shoulder, yanking open the front door.

Daryl nodded once more, flicking the hair away from his face. “Mhm,” he rumbled, his voice once again lost.

“Cool,” you grinned, sending him a small wave before you slipped out, closing the door softly behind you without another word.

Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

But you…

You were medicine to the sick, solace to the dying, strength to the weak. You’d crawled your way beneath his skin and called it ‘home’. You were everything he needed and nothing he deserved, and God damn it, he’d live this hellish life a thousand times over if it meant finding you.

Daryl Dixon was no stranger to pain.

But he’d shoulder the weight of the world’s suffering for you.

The sweet relief of you.

Fin.

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blindingdutchy · 3 years

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lamentation | TWO

{peter parker x fem!reader AU}

based on All the Bright Places by Jennifer Niven

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word count: 3,495

warnings: depression, anxiety, mental illness! angst, fluff if you squint really hard

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Peter Parker was relentless, insufferable, and extremely annoying. It all started the morning after what you'd decided to call The Encounter, and it had been unending ever since. Nearly a week had passed since that fateful night, and you'd yet to see a day at school where Peter didn't try his hardest to get under your skin.

On Monday he sat next to you in Calculus, and no matter how blatantly you ignored him for the entire class, he continued to whisper facts about himself and stupid little jokes to you. You wished you could say you hadn't listened, but ever since that morning you'd been unable to forget that his favorite color was red, his Aunt packed him a lunch every day that he threw away because she couldn't cook, and his middle name was Benjamin. Why he thought you needed or even wanted to know such things you weren't sure, but even more befuddling was the fact that you couldn't un-learn them.

When Tuesday rolled around he stepped it up a notch, much to your dismay. He sat with you during Calculus and insisted on jogging with you during gym class, feigning that he was out of breath despite your slow pace and the fact that you were certain he could run for miles without getting winded. He told you more jokes then, too. One of which you begrudgingly found yourself exhaling a little harder over whenever it popped into your head; what did one stranger say to the other? Nothing. They didn't know each other.

Wednesday was the worst, because Peter made a scene. You came into calculus late and the teacher scolded you in front of the class, at which point you got flustered and tripped over your untied shoe laces. Your books spilled to the floor and you tumbled to your knees in front of everyone, and the whole class laughed. But Peter? Peter just had to be the hero, and your blood boiled at his actions.

He'd dramatically swept all his books off of his desk, feigning surprise at the loud clatter as if he hadn't done it intentionally. When the teacher scolded him, too, he just apologized and made a show of picking up each of his things one by one. "Why did you do that?" you'd hissed as you sat down, scowling at the brown-eyed boy who just blinked at you innocently.

"Do what?"

He'd ran with you in gym class again, and he'd even followed you to your locker afterwards. In all the years you'd known of Peter, you had never known him to be much of a talker. In fact, he seemed like a rather shy boy who didn't like to branch out much. With you, though, that was far from the case. Silence was a pipe dream with him around.

On Thursday he sat next to you in Calculus, ran with you in gym, walked you to your locker, and went so far as to sit with you at lunch. You'd put your earbuds in and blasted music as loud as you could without hurting yourself too much, but every time you looked up you could see he was still talking. Part of you wondered why he was being so relentless, but you didn't want to ask. If you asked he would think you cared, and you didn't. You didn't care at all, and the sooner he figured that out, the sooner he would leave you alone.

Or, at least you hoped so. As you walked into school on Friday morning, you groaned at the sight of Peter waiting patiently beside your locker. "What do you want, Parker?" you gritted out, glaring at him as you twisted the dial to enter your combination.

He grinned in spite of your glare, "I'm walking you to Calculus today, obviously. How was your night, (Y/N)? Do anything fun?"

"What part of I don't need friends did you not understand?" you demanded, giving him a stale look as you swung the metal door open with a clang. Peter blinked at you, clearly not used to you actually speaking back to him, and further uncomfortable with your hostility. What did he expect? Did he expect for you to suddenly be happy? To not be completely fucked up anymore just because he started talking to you?

He replaced his lazy smile and shrugged, retorting, "You know my secret and I know yours. That makes us friends."

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to shout, yell, stomp your feet, and throw a tantrum fit for a child. Friends were not something you wanted or needed, and you certainly didn't want to be friends with Peter Parker. You didn't want to be friends with someone just because they were worried you'd spill their dirty little secret, or because they pitied the girl who wanted to die.

The black hole in your chest was worse than ever that day, and it sucked away all the fight you had in you. So, with a roll of your eyes, you stuffed your earbuds in your ears and tuned him out once more. Just like he had at lunch, Peter continued to ramble even though he knew you weren't listening, and you pretended you didn't see his lips moving at the speed of light.

For once, at the very least, he at least shut up in class. You were thankful for the break from his incessant chatter, the endless monologue you couldn't escape from when you were stuck in a desk while Mr. Tinley droned on and on. Calculus was far from interesting, but you found yourself beyond relieved to finally be able to pay any sort of attention to the lesson.

Friday was steadily continuing along the same path every other day had since The Encounter. Peter thankfully parted ways with you after Calculus, but quickly rejoined you two classes later in Gym. From Gym he was glued to your side through lunch until you escaped to your Spanish class, which you thankfully didn't share with him, but the solitude was short lived. Your last class of the day was one you also shared with Peter, and prior to that day he had remained seated with his friends.

That day, though, he plopped down in the seat beside you with a cheerful smile. "Ready for our new project?" he asked, skipping the greeting he knew you wouldn't return.

"Huh?" you asked, blinking at him in bewilderment. New project? Our? What was he talking about?

Peter beamed back at you, clearly pleased that you hadn't snapped at him for once. "Our new project! Didn't you see the list on the door? We're partners." he explained, and you stiffened.

It was too big of a coincidence to truly be happenstance. All week Peter had been pestering you, perpetually following you around and talking your ear off, and now he just happened to be assigned as your partner for the final Speech project? He did something. That was the only logical conclusion.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at him with as much intensity as you could muster. "Peter, what did you do?" you growled.

Peter's eyes widened at your tone, and he shifted in his seat nervously with a sheepish smile. "What do you mean?" he questioned coyly, and you scowled at him fiercely. "I didn't do anything, (Y/N)."

"Bullshit." you snapped, "I find it hard to believe that we just happened to be assigned partners after how obsessively you've been harassing me all week."

He gaped at you, "Harassed? What?" he stammered, "(Y/N), let's calm down--I haven't... I haven't been harassing you. I just want you to know I really do want to be your friend."

You scoffed at his excuse, "Shut up, Peter. Just leave me alone! I don't want to be your friend, okay? My lips are sealed. I won't tell anyone your secret, just leave me alone!"

With one finally glare, you lurched out of your seat and stomped to one far away from the still aghast boy. As you settled into your new seat, ignoring the strange looks from your classmates who witnessed your outburst, you wrinkled your nose and picked at your nails angrily. As much as you were angry with Peter, you were also angry with yourself.

You were angry that he'd stopped you, and you'd let him. You were angry at the world for letting your sister die. You were angry at your sister for saving you when she should have saved herself. Most of all, though, you were angry with yourself for how you were acting. Even though she wasn't there, you could almost hear your sister scolding you for how you'd treated Peter.

She always was the levelheaded, rational sister. The good sister. The better sister. She would have been ashamed of how you'd been ignoring Peter, ranting to you, "He's just trying to be there for you, idiot. Stop being such a jerk and let him help you. You need to stop being so stubborn..."

You listened eagerly to Ms. Lovell's lesson and instruction for the new project. It wasn't because you were genuinely interested, because you weren't, but it was something to distract you. It was something to drown out the voice of your sister that was echoing through your skull, rattling you to your core as you tried to keep your emotions at bay.

This was the hardest part of losing your sister. She'd been so close to you, so important to you, it was impossible to not think of her in every moment of every day. It was impossible not to think of what she'd have done, instead of what you had done. It was impossible not to think of what she'd have thought of your actions, what she'd have said to you, of what she'd have wanted you to do.

She had been your voice of reason, your confidant, your role model. She'd always been so much better than you, someone you aspired to be like, and now that she was gone the comparisons were so much heavier on your head. Why couldn't it have been you instead of her? She would never have had such a hard time like you were.

For instance, she wouldn't have been so bitter. She wouldn't have been so filled with rage, hatred, or despair. She wouldn't have blamed anyone, not even herself, and she wouldn't have hated the people who had killed you. She always did love a good superhero, and even if you'd have died at the hands of the Avengers like she had, she would have found a reason to still have faith in them. She would have forgiven them.

This project was going to be a tough one, and not just because you were going to have to work with Peter Parker. "This is going to be a persuasive speech, guys, so you're able to pick your stance freely so long as it pertains to the Avengers. For example, you could persuade us that they're bad, if that's how you feel." Ms. Lovell explained, "Just be prepared to face debate from the class. Each group has to face five full minutes of argument from the class and be able to firmly debate their stance."

A project in which you'd have to argue your stance pertaining to the superheroes that had killed your sister, and you were working with Peter-Spiderman-Parker. Great, you thought to yourself, this was going to be a nightmare. There was no way the two of you would agree on what stance to persuade; you hated superheroes, and he was one, for God's sake.

You glanced over at Peter, only to catch him already staring at you. The pair of you quickly looked away from each other, but you noticed the way his cheeks flared red in embarrassment. How long had he been watching you? Was he dreading the project now as much as you were?

He probably didn't know how you felt about the Avengers. Not many people really cared enough to read about what had happened to your sister, and you weren't exactly in the right state of mind to be out protesting the many shortcomings of the superheroes. You wondered, though, how he would react when he found out.

Lying was an option, but there was no way you'd be able to debate in favor of the Avengers without breaking. Could you debate against them without losing it either, though? You weren't entirely sure. It was a sore subject and you were certainly not looking forward to having to dedicate your time to speaking about them.

Peter lingered by his seat after class was dismissed, staring at you awkwardly as he told his friends he would catch up with them later. You could see the strange, weary looks they shot you, but you chose to ignore them. Everyone looked at you a little funny ever since the incident, and you'd long ago grown accustomed to it. This time, though, you couldn't help but think they were looking at you strangely for a reason other than your sister.

You had two options. You could suck it up and talk to Peter right then, or you could continue to ignore him until you were forced to do the project. Catching his warm brown eyes as he timidly watched you, you sighed. It was now or never; maybe if you were nicer he'd back off a little with the obsessive tendencies.

"So," you drawled, approaching him shyly, "how are we gonna do this?"

This was what she would have wanted you to do; that's what you chanted in your head as you forced yourself to at least seem somewhat approachable. "Uh, we could--we could meet up tomorrow? You could come to my apartment." he stuttered, scratching his neck awkwardly and fiddling with his backpack.

He radiated nervous energy, and the black hole inside of you consumed it greedily. You twiddled your thumbs just as nervously as you replied, "Do you, um, do you mind coming to my house instead? My parents are--they're a little weird about me going out because of... yeah."

God, his stutter was rubbing off on you, and you cringed at the way you stumbled over your words like a fool. It had been such a long time since you'd invited anyone to your house, let alone talked to anyone besides your parents and your therapist, and it was stressing you out. The exhaustion of the day was wearing you down rapidly, and having to socialize was making it worse.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course!" he spluttered, "Uh, could I get your number? So I can, like, text you when I'm coming?"

You hoped he didn't notice how much your fingers were shaking as you took his phone, struggling to type in your number as you mistyped multiple times. Once you'd saved your contact into his phone, you sent yourself a text so that you'd have his number too. You didn't exactly answer unknown numbers anymore, though if you were honest, you often didn't answer people you knew either. That was what drove your friends away.

Peter shot you a shy smile as you handed his phone back, and he asked, "Do you want to get started tonight, maybe? I could call you."

Biting your cheek, you paled. Tonight? You were exhausted, and the thought of having to talk for any longer made you nauseous. "No offense, Peter, but I... I really just need a break. This week has been a lot." you mumbled, avoiding his eyes as you stared at your feet.

"Oh, yeah, totally." he acquiesced, "I'll, uh, I'll see you tomorrow."

You didn't reply, only giving him a tight lipped smile that probably looked more like a grimace as you quickly walked away. Once you were out of his sight, your entire body drooped and the numbness steadily washed over you. It had been the longest day, and you were once again grateful for the escape from the overwhelming emotions.

Ever since she died, it was as if all your emotions were on overdrive. There were the many constant ones, like the guilt, shame, and anguish over her death. Along with those were more fleeting ones, like anger, disgust, and fear. Peter, though, he brought about a whole slew of new and equally as intense feelings that drained you.

He made you feel things like anxiety, apprehension, and hope. There was anxiety both due to his wild behavior in regards to you, but also because you feared he might tell people what he'd seen. The apprehension was due to your suspicion he was only so interested because you knew his secret, and was just as fearful that you would tell. But the hope, the stupid anticipation, was the worst.

It was the worst because a stupid part of you hoped he was genuine. You wanted him to really want to be your friend with no ulterior motives because, no matter how much you denied it, you really did need a friend. You wanted a friend. You wanted to let someone in.

You weren't buying it, though, because you were certain you couldn't handle the heartbreak of being wrong about his intentions and discovering he really did only care about his secret. You weren't going to let him hurt you, and if you had to shut yourself off from the world and hurt yourself to prevent it, then so be it. It was easier that way.

Peter Parker: hey i know you said you didn't want to start tonight but that doesn't mean we can't get to know each other

Peter Parker: so if you want, lets play 20 questions! i'll start. what's your favorite movie?

The typing cursor blinked at you tauntingly as you laid on your bed, huddled under the blankets with your thumbs hovering over the keys. That stupid part of you that wanted to make your sister proud begged you to go along with it, to let him be a friend, but you were terrified. You were terrified of the way you actually opened the text and went to reply without hesitation, something you hadn't done since before the incident. You were terrified of the way you wanted to reply, but the only thing that gave you pause was the fact that you didn't have an answer.

Movies weren't something you'd given much thought to in awhile. You knew all of your sister's favorite movies by heart, but your favorite movie? It was as if your brain opened an empty drawer. You didn't know what your favorite movie was.

You: i don't know

Peter Parker: what do you mean you don't know

Peter Parker: do you not like movies?!

You: i just don't know okay

You: i can't remember the last time i watched a movie.

That was a lie. You very well could remember the last time you'd watched a movie, and that was because it was with her. The weekend before she'd died, your sister had dragged you to the theater to watch some cheesy romance film she'd been gushing about for weeks. It was awful, but it was so utterly her that you'd weirdly enjoyed it. You enjoyed it because it made her happy.

Peter Parker: that's crazy wow

Peter Parker: no offense sorry

Peter Parker: it's your turn to ask

You: what's your favorite movie

Peter Parker: star wars but you can't ask the same question!! try again

You: fine

You: what's your favorite food?

Was talking to boys always this hard? You couldn't remember the last time you'd had to get to know someone, but you didn't think it had ever been so nerve wracking. Was something wrong with you? Was everything destined to be this hard now that she was gone?

Peter Parker: anything from Delmar's

Peter Parker: best sandwiches in Queens

Peter Parker: since you got a double and you technically didn't answer my first question, i'm asking you the same but also what's your happiest memory

Everything was always going to be hard. Reading his response, your lungs deflated in your chest and the numbness gave way to the all too familiar sensation of despair. She'd always loved Delmar's, insisting on getting the same sandwich from there every single Friday after school, and it had been your thing.

Would there ever be anything that didn't remind you of her? Remind you of the hole punched in your life where she used to be? It was hard enough dealing with the empty space in your room where her bed used to be, the empty chair at the dinner table where she'd used to sit, all the empty spaces she'd used to fill up. But the little things--the little memories of things she'd used to love--those hurt so much more.

You: i have to go

You: i forgot i'm busy tomorrow so we can't start the project

You: i'm sorry

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Dan Torrance x Fem! Reader: Intro

A/N: Hello lovelies! This is the beginning of the fic I posted about earlier during the week that is going to be revolved alot around Rose. How many parts It'll turn out being, I don't know. Most of this fic, I'm doing in pretty big detail and I've never written anything like this before.

I am going on a date on Valentine's Day to most likely see Birds of Prey and from what I've heard about it, my sappy Bisexual heart already has a soft spot for Harley Quinn and Roman Sionis so I probably will begin accepting request for them as well as the Dr. Sleep characters I already write for. (Doctor Sleep Request are still open) I do have 2 Rose the Hat request am I working on rn. Anyways, Criticism is welcome on this one. I hope you enjoy and all is well.

Warnings: Child abuse, sexual tension, mentioned violence against children, gore, kidnapping, the usual.

Key: Dragă is the equivalent to sweetheart in Romanian

1980:

SNAP! Rose the Hat removed the top from one of their many full cannisters. "Eat well, live long," She whispered amorously before members of The True pushed her out of the way to get a whiff of their freshest thing of steam.

She stepped back, crossing her arms as she watched The True feast. This one's name was Anthony and she could remember juiceness in the taste of his steam. Yet, she didn't want him.

She missed the feel of the hunt and seeing the steamheads squirm underneath her. Rose felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist and she smiled at Crow, kissing the crook of his neck. "Aren't we quite frisky?"

"Just in love with you." He kissed her cheek and rubbed up and down her sides. "Crow.." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "I want you Rosie..only if you're okay with it, of course."

"You idiot, you already know the answer to that question." She smashed her lips against his and the two of them stepped into her trailers.

The noises coming from her RV were not unfamiliar to anyone who belonged to The Knot. When all was said and done, the two laid in each other's arms. Having their typically late night talks.

"There's not as much steam." Rose rolled her eyes into the back of her head. "Oh please don't be daft." She rolled over and buried her head in his bare chest. "We have three empty cannisters, not a big deal."

"It is a big deal. That's all time low for us and the kids now are being taught the whole stranger danger things. It's not as easy to lure them in."

"Well then what do you suppose we do about it? Without turning anyone." Rose looked him in the eye.

"Well, I've been thinking about it for a while...I have an idea but I don't know if you're going to want to hear it. It's a little..unorthodox." Rose raised a brow and chuckled. "Oh? Do tell because now I'm curious.

"You're going to think I'm insane, Rosie." She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you of all people know I've seen it all. Just be honest and tell me."

"What if we got a baby or a kid?" He fiddled around with his hat. Rose had to fight the urge to laugh. "A baby? What the fuck would we both do with a baby?"

"Well not exactly a baby but look, I was thinking most rube children typically tend to relate to other rube children better than adults."

"And?"

"And what if we got a child, a particularly steamy one, to help us get what we need?" Rose thought about it for a moment. "That beats the whole point of not turning anyone though. Because I know you well enough to know that eventually you will get attached to it and you'll end up wanting to turn it."

"Rosie, they wouldn't be an it. They would be family. By the time they would be old enough to be turned the cannisters would be full and she-"

"She?" Rose questioned. "Assuming it's a girl. They don't have be a girl but anyways, by that point all the cannisters would be full because we'd have them to help us find the steamheads and it wouldn't be an issue turning them because we'd have such an easier time finding steam."

Rose sighed rubbed her face. "I don't know..it's just- Crow, I'm not fit, no- we're not fit to raise children. We kill them, Crow!"

"I know but we have everything to gain and nothing to lose. Worse case we wipe the kid's mind and everything goes back to normal or we kill 'em."

Rose stared deeply into Crow's eyes and pulled his face close to her's. "I'll think about it." She kissed the top of his head and looked up at the clock on the wall. "The rubes are probably wondering when they'll hear from you. Time you get ready to get on the road, big man."

"I know," He groaned and stood up, kissing the top of her. "Just think about it?" Rose made a humming noise and kissed his hand before watching him walk away.

Rose actually did think about it for a while before bringing up the matter with the Grampa Flick while Crow was away on business and the others were asleep.

"Well..it could be worth a shot. It's really up to you though, Rosie." She took a sip of her tea. "I'm not asking for pros and cons. I want to know what you think I should do."

He gripped his cane in his hand and sighed. "I think it's worth a shot. Even if it doesn't work out, we still do end up with extra steam and it's not like we hurt for money, Rosie."

"You're sure?" Rose held her hands in his. "I'm positive." She looked him up and down as if she was analyzing him. "Okay." She stood up from the lawn chair and kissed the top of Flick's head. "You won't mention anything to Crow when he comes back and make sure the rest of the family doesn't either?"

"Not a word," He coughed. "Not a word." She nodded and smirked as she walked away.

About two days after that conversation, Rose began her search for the perfect fit for The Knot. The first two weeks she hit nothing but finally she found something.

Just outside of a resort area in Colorado, Rose discovered a small row of cookie cutter homes located on the beginnings of a mountain. While she thought the houses were very rube like, she paid them no mind. What interested her more was what laid beyond those homes.

Farther up the road if you made a left, there was a long dirt driveway that after about a mile or two, lead up to a large cabin.

At first the house seemed like nothing but ordinary at first glance but to people who shined the way The True Knot did, it was a light shining to the moths searching meaninglessly in the dark.

Hardly anyone ever came in and out of the house and took Rose over a week to actually pin you as the steamhead in the house since you did have an older brother.

You were different from the rest of your family. "Special," Rose heard your mother mutter to you one night as she tucked you though she didn't have to be in her head to know special was not the word she was actually thinking of.

She was scared of you. Your whole family was scared of you and Rose couldn't understand why. You never were particularly domineering with your gifts and you always obeyed everything they asked of you. Even staying out of there heads when they felt their minds going adrift yet, they were terrified of you.

Rose watched you for weeks, constantly consulting back and forth with Grampa Flick about whether you'd be a good fit for a group. You didn't seem to notice though, as you were preoccupied with other things in your home life and wanted nothing but to hear from at least either of your parents that they loved you.

The one night in particular, Rose got to have a front row seat on your pain. She sat up on a tree branch, swinging her legs back and forth as she stared intensely at your bedroom window. The rest of the house was dark but your room was lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Now do you see why we're so stressed out?!" Your silhouette came into view from the light colored curtains shrouding your window and Rose could make out the outline of a male much taller than standing across from you.

"I-i'm sorry, daddy!" You screamed, terror brimming from everything to your voice to your posture. "I-i can't help...I wanna be normal!" You sobbed hysterically. "Come on, dad. She can't help she is, the way she is."

"Quiet, son!" Rose shook her head, still keeping her eyes fixed you. "Fucking rubes," She muttered under her breath.

Your father's fiery gaze turned back to you. "Then why can't you be normal?!!" Rose could see him gripping your wrist and closed her eyes as she heard the sound of a hand smacking against flesh followed by a scream. "Dad!" She heard your brother yell followed by another hit, except this time a male cry radiated through the house.

Rose could take no more and began her way back to the jeep as she seen your mother's figure enter view. "What the hell is going on in here?" She could hear from the distance, the further Rose went the more she blocked out the noise.

She got in the car and watched your house for a few moments. The light went out in your room and Rose could hear no more screams. She admitted a sigh of relief and covered her face. She knew it was unhealthy to feel so attached to you. She didn't even know you but that insecurness in your voice reminded her so much of yourself and how lonely she felt when she was younger. Rose had to have you. There was no option.

When Rose shared the news with the rest of The Knot, there was hesitance at first but eventually they gave in. Knowing that she was their leader and they'd do as she intended anyways.

The next couple of days were spent carefully meditating in her RV away from the rest of The Knot and planting little worms your head. While Rose didn't think you would give her much trouble leaving home once she got in your head, she was taking no chances.

The night before she planned on taking you, Crow finally came back from business and Rose still had no intentions of telling him what she was doing. Besides an extra add on steam, she figured she could also use you as sort of a gift to Crow. An 'I'm sorry I don't listen to you and here's me making up for it.'

He knew something up when she refused to speak anyone in The Knot but didn't question it. He figured she was going through one of her moods and decided it was probably best not to say anything to her at all.

The next morning when you woke up, you felt an almost magnetic pull on your body like something or someone wanted your attention from outside. It wasn't a scary pull like the ones from whatever stray lost souls were around. This pull felt warm and safe.

You unbraided your long, Y/c/h and threw on the first dress you seen in your closet before skipping downstairs. "Where do you think you're going?" Your mother called out from the kitchen. "Just to pick some flowers." You made up.

"Don't wander to far, please." You slipped on a pair of sneakers. "I won't. I promise. I'll see you soon, mama." You blew her kiss, hoping she'd return the gesture but the older woman refused to even look at you and you stepped onto your porch dejectedly.

You closed your eyes and focused your attention to the direction of the pull. It came from the woods and you hesitated, thinking of all the ghostie people you seen come from there yet something kept telling you to just go for it.

You walked off towards the edge of the woods, letting your shine be your guide. Even though it was still day, everything was so dark and desolate around you. You felt chills on your arms the further you went and just as you were about to turn around you felt the pull grow stronger, horribly strong.

"Well, hi there!" You jumped at the unexpected voice and spun around to look at Rose. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting her to morph into one of the ghostie people but she didn't. Rose chuckled and you blushed. "..Hi." You toddled over to the much the taller woman, staring deeply into her gray eyes before she pulled you into a small hug.

The gesture was surprising but it didn't bother you. It was her aura that bothered you. Something was off about her. "I was wondering when you were going to get here." She smiled and held out a flower in her left hand. "Do you want one?"

"Yes please," You hummed in the cutest little voice, getting the feeling that this was a person you didn't want to mess with yet you thought the top hat lady in front of you had to be probably the prettiest person you'd ever seen in your short existence.

Rose smiled and slipped the flower in your hand, but not before taking it gently in her own for a second. "There you are, Y/n." Your eyes widened and Rose chuckled. "What's the matter?"

"You know my name?" Rose smirked self assuredly and ran an empty hand through your hair. "Of course I do! I know everything about you. How else did you think I was able to get you here?" Her tone was questioning but hinted on a doting nature.

You pulled away from her, still a little frightened but Rose gently gripped your wrist. "There's no need to be scared, honey. I'm special, like you." You shook your head, thinking back to what your dad said the other week and looked down a little ashamed. "Oh...I-I'm not special." You tried to deny. "Oh yes, you are. You are a very talented little girl."

(You can hear me can't you, sweetie?)

At first a feeling of panic arose inside you but it sooned bubbled over with excitement.

(I thought I was the only one!)

Rose thought about scolding you over how loud your thought came out but let it go because she too knew how happy she felt the first she knew she wasn't alone.

(You are far from the only one, Y/n. There are alot of other special people out there.)

"My friends..my very, very best friends, they're all special like us. I bet you must have friends who are so magical like you." You shook your head. "No?"

"I don't have alot of friends and my family doesn't think I'm special," You pouted. "That's because they're jealous because not all people can be special like us. Besides, I wouldn't worry about them."

"Why?" You asked sweetly. "Because I'm here to take you away from all that. I'm here to give you a family. Don't you want a family, Y/n?"

"I-i already have a family." The look in Rose's eyes scared you. It was possessive and determined. "But they're not really family though. Tell me dear, when the last time you've heard either of your parents say they love you?" You felt a pang of sadness ringing through you. "I-i should get back to my mom." Rose gripped at your wrist again, this time enough to hurt. "No, no..stay a while. See more magic."

You shook your head and struggled. "Just a fresh new start with your real family. You don't remember me and your daddy?" She held your tiny hand in her's. "No.." You said softly but now you started to question yourself. Maybe you did. Pictures of a man with black hair flashed infront of your eyes. "He loves you so much. We love you so much and we want you to come home with us. You want to come home with." For a moment you found yourself taken back by the warmth and you thought maybe it wouldn't be so bad to go with her.

"N-no! I can't. I won't-" Rose shushed you, sending you calming waves that started to make you feel tired and sluggish. "Or maybe I-i do wanna go home." You mumbled hesitantly, still trying to keep some grip on reality. "You do want to go home. You're happy to come home."

Every piece of control you had began to fade and your mind went blank. "I-I'm happy." Your mind finally caved and Rose held her arms open to you and you stepped into them. "Good girl. Sleep well, Y/n.." You went limp in her arms and everything went black around you.

By the next hour, any memories you had of your family would be gone and everything you ever knew would be fabrications Rose made up in your head.

Part 1: The True Knot

The fire at The Knot's campground burned bright in the mix of the setting sun when Rose arrived back at home. She stepped out of the Jeep, slinging your stirring form over her shoulder. "Mhh..wha-what's happening?" Rose shushed you and walked down hill with you. "Nothing. We just got home." There was a pause. "Do you know who I am?"

You had to think about it for a moment. "M-mama?" You asked hesitantly. "Yes," Rose hummed and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You heard the crunching of leaves and turned to see people walking towards you. "Mommy?" You whispered nervously and held onto Rose's floral patterned shirt tightly, still feeling some of the residual emptiness from your true upbringing.

"Shh..it's okay, my sweet. They're family and they're just going to watch you for a few minutes. Mommy has someone she has to address in conversation and then I'll come get you. Okay?"

"O-okay." You nodded and let her hand you off to Silent Sarey as she walked off not to far in the distance to one of the larger size trailers, knocking on it before stepping inside.

"Crow?" He looked up from his copy of 'A Clockwork Orange' with a smile. "Yes, Rosie?" She plopped down in his lap. "I missed you." She kissed his ear, nipping at the cartilage. "How the business deal?"

"A waste of my time." He kissed her forehead. "Well, you were out I didn't waste my time." He raised a brow. "What are you playing at?" She smirked and turned her gaze in the opposite direction. "You can let her in now," She called out loudly.

The door to his trailer swung open and shut and you stepped inside. Crow's face went blank and he put a hand up to his chin. "Rosie, what the hell did you-"

Rose grinned and knelt down to your level. "Come here, Y/n. There's someone important I want you to meet."

You obeyed and approached Rose, letting her scoop you up in her arms. The two lovers exchanged glances but nothing was spoken out loud. "This is your daddy, Y/n."

"Hi." You smiled sweetly and Crow cracked a large grin. "Hi honey...Rosie, can I-" Rose nodded and shifted you over to Crow.

At first you tensed up but the closer you snuggled up to him, the more you relaxed. "My little darling." Rose smiled softly as he kissed the top of your head and rocked you in his arms. "I love you so much."

"I love you too daddy." Crow held you in silence for a few more minutes until he attempted to hand you off to Rose. You gripped onto his shirt tightly and buried your head in his chest. "Don't let me go," You begged. You were still so touch starved and he just felt so warm and kind.

Rose was slightly taken aback. You knew her more than Crow yet you were already attached to him. "I won't, I promise." He maneuvered you that way he was cradling you and he rocked you back and forth.

She felt a pang of jealousy growing inside her, feeling slightly threatened that you seemed to like Crow more than her but she didn't let it bother her too much. She had a feeling you were going to be a mommy's and daddy's girl.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, feeling soothed by Crow's presence. "So..are you happy?" Rose asked lowly.

"Very...Rosie?" She made a slight humming noise. "Where'd you find her?" He asked hesitantly. "A little outside the more touristy area of Colorado. The rubes she belonged to are nothing worth writing home about if you catch my drift."

He nodded solemnly. "How-what did you to her to make her-" Her warm grey eyes interlocked with his. "Do you care?" He decided he didn't. Sometimes it was best to not know anything at all.

Part 2: Danny

Your presence in The True Knot did not bring in that much of an increase in steam but you made it much easier to find steamheads which was extremely helpful to Crow in the long run.

No longer did he have to take an extra cannister for himself to find far away steamheads because all he'd have to do is ask you if you felt someone 'special like you,' close by and without knowing any better, you'd always say yes and immediately pointed him in the right direction.

Neither him or Rose let you near the rubes anymore, though. Not that long after Rose brought you home she had you try to lure a little girl over to her but the girl's parents, both big steamheads, knew better.

For you to be gone for a half an hour was normal, maybe even forty five minutes since you were a child after all and barely ever got to see kids your age, let alone like you but an hour was way too long.

What the rubes said or did to you neither Rose or Crow could figure out but the both of them agreed they didn't like the mortified expression on your face or the tears that stained your cheeks afterwards.

The two of them took turns securing their food, that way you wouldn't ever see what exactly it was that they did to your newly made friend but if Crow was being honest with himself, he probably would of admitted somewhere deep down he knew you probably knew the truth of what they did way before he would of liked you to know.

While Rose secured their meal he tried asking you alot of different ways what it was that they said or did to you but you wouldn't say. He let it slide for a while and settled on just comforting you for a while but made sure to bring up again later on when everything was all said and done with their hunt.

"You got to talk to me, Y/n," He tried his hardest to not sound like he was begging as he pulled the covers over your tiny. Rose stood in the corner of the RV and stared as if she was examining everything you said and did.

You shook your head avidly and nuzzled closely to his form. "I can't." He ran his fingers through your hair. "Why not? Honey, you know we're not mad and you're not in trouble."

"Because it would make you and mommy sad and I don't want to make either of you sad." Rose bit down on her lip as Crow thought of a reply. "Baby, you could never-"

"Leave her be, Crow," Rose interrupted. "She's had a long enough of a day and she doesn't need either of us interrogating her. When she's ready to talk about it, she will."

Crow let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay." He shut the light off above your bed and kissed both your cheeks. "Goodnight, sweetheart."

"Night daddy." He ran fingers through your hair one last time before stepping away.

The next morning when you woke up Rose sat across from you on your bed, lazily sipping on her tea. "Good morning, my sweet."

"Morning mommy." She plopped a kiss sloppily into your hair and handed you a cup of tea. "Can I have a little talk with you?" You nodded and set your cup of tea down on the ledge of the window.

You looked Rose deeply in the eyes and she took your tiny hands in her's. "I know you don't want to talk about what happened yesterday but I want you to know that not everything everyone says is necessarily true. You're understanding what I'm getting at?"

You nodded and Rose smiled. "Just know that no matter what, none of us would ever hurt you and we love you. Alright?"

"Okay." Rose reached inside the pocket of her jeans and pulled a necklace with a little crystal obelisk hanging from it. "This was given to me by someone very special a long time ago. You probably wouldn't know, but at one point I felt lonely like you. Maybe a little scared so they gave me this, along with my hat. My hat will always stay with me I think you need this more than I do."

She placed the necklace in your hand. "Whenever you feel, lost, scared, whatever. You squeeze that stone, and that stone will keep you safe. Got it?" You placed the necklace around your neck and nodded. "Thanks mommy." You hugged Rose tightly. "You're welcome, my dearest..I love you so much." She kissed your cheek. "I love you too, mama."

In that moment, Rose didn't care whether you even brought in steam or not. She truly just enjoyed you. It was the first time she could truly say she loved you. The whole Knot really did love you. They would do it all over again with raising you if they could and not change a thing about you or that entire duration of time. Except when they brought you to Florida.

December, 1980:

"Y/n, my love. It's morning." Rose gently shook your shoulders and you groaned. "Why are you all up so early?" You sat up and stretched. "We're going to move camp today." You raised a brow. "This early? I feel like we just got here," You whined sleepily.

"I know but daddy and I have some business to attend to." She ran her fingers through your hair. "You'll like the next place better. It has a pretty lake overlooking it and trees. There's lots of flowers there too." She paused and ran a thumb across your cheek. "We can pick some later if you want." You smiled softly. "I like flowers."

"I know you do, my sweet girl." Rose pulled you into her arms and held you for a few moments, kissing the top of your head. "Go get dressed and say good morning to daddy. He'll get aggravated if I keep asking him if we're ready to move."

You giggled and slid out of her lap. "Okay mama." You placed a tiny kiss on her cheek and picked out a bohemian dress from your dresser that Apron Annie sowed you once Rose gave her word you were the one.

"I don't think daddy could ever get mad at you." You mumbled as you slid the dress over your head. "He loves you alot. He doesn't even have to say it. I can see it in his mind." Rose smiled softly. "Daddy is a very loving man. He loves you alot too." You could tell she was trying to hide something from you and you attempted to get inside her head to figure out what she was thinking but she immediately shut you out.

"Mommy!" You whined. "Sorry sweetie. You're just not old enough yet." Rose ran a quick brush through your hair. "And then when you're old enough, you're not going to want to know." She plopped a kiss on the top of your head. "Now go on."

"Okay," You pouted and stepped outside. You seen Grampa Flick sitting outside on his lawn chair and waved. "Good morning, Grampa."

"Morning, dragă." He held his arms out to give you a hug which you immediately gave him. "Have you seen, papa?"

"His trailer." He pointed to the left. "Thanks Grampa." You kissed his cheeks and walked off in the other direction. You watched Crow fiddle a few of the bottom conpartments on his trailer before saying anything.

"Hi daddy!" Crow turned to look at you and smiled, stopping whatever he was doin. "Hey babe." He scooped you up in his arms and kissed your cheeks, his mustache tickling you slightly. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good. Mama and I cuddled last night so she kept me warm." You smiled happily. "She gives good cuddles, right?"

"The best!" You smiled and nuzzled closely to him. "Daddy, what's that for?" He turned his head to the side. "What's what for, sweetie?"

"That." You pointed to the rope by his feet and he kicked it aside quickly. "Oh..nothing you have to worry about." You furrowed your little brows curiously and he smiled gamely.

Was he trying to trick you or something? Crow chuckled and kissed your cheeks. "I don't have to be in your mind to know what you're thinking." He gently set you down on your feet and knelt down to your level. "We'll tell you when you're older, okay?"

"Okay, daddy." He placed a kiss on your forehead. "Good girl. Anyways-" He ran his fingers through your hair. "What do you need?"

"Mommy wanted to know if we were ready to go. She sent me because she was afraid to ask you. I don't know why though." Crow chuckled and shook his head. "You can tell mommy, I'll be ready in about thirty minutes. Got it?"

"Got it." You skipped away and Crow let out sigh, wondering just how much longer they could hide all this from you til you got too curious for your own good.

The ride to Florida was long and didn't have that much interesting scenery. The roads were long and straight and it didn't take you long to fall asleep in the passenger seat of Rose's colossal RV.

That whole time while she knew you were fast asleep, Rose used her radio system to formulate a plan on how they were going to trap Violet. Normally one of them would stay with you while other went with the rest of the group but this time they couldn't afford to have one of them stay. From what Rose could tell at the time, this kid was big steam all though it wouldn't be til years later it was in fact the wrong child she chose to take within just a few mile radius of each other.

Once you reached the campsite Rose quickly woke you up and informed you she had some business to attend to with Crow. "Y/n, stay inside while I'm out." You let out a groan. "But mama-"

"No buts." Rose knelt down to your level and ran her fingers through your hair. "It won't be that long."

"I don't like being by myself in here though. It's scary," You whined and nuzzled into her. You pointed to the cabinet she kept all the cannisters in. "I hear things in there and it makes me feel small and it's scary."

'And see things too.' You thought but wouldn't dare say outloud. You curled into Rose and she kissed the top of your head. "Hey, it's okay..Nothing can make you feel small unless you really feel small and tell me, what are you Y/n?"

"Tiny but mighty." Rose grinned proudly. "Exactly, so no. You are not afraid. Because I know whatever you hear coming from that cabinet, you can deal with. Right?" You nodded and she ran a hand through your hair. "You still have the necklace I gave you?"

"Yes mama." You squeezed the pendant hanging from your neck. "Good, that'll keep you nice and safe." You nodded and she pressed a kiss against your head, handing you her TV remote. "I'll be back, my flower."

She gave you a slight wave before slamming the door shut behind her. You quickly ran over to her bed and buried yourself under the covers as you turned the TV on.

'Snow White' was playing on one of those channels you were scrolling through and you settled down, snuggling into the blankets. You didn't know how long the movie was on when you felt a cold hand lace their hand on top of yours.

Your blood ran cold and you squeezed your eyes as your open hand squeezed the necklace your mother gave you. "You know, this movie used to be my favorite too when I was a little girl."

You seen the face of a bloodied and clearly beaten woman infront of you and you fell backwards off of Rose's bed. "When I was alive, I thought you were a freak but now I know you're special and I never got the chance to appreciate you, my special girl."

"Please..please, go away." You squeezed the necklace as hard as you could. If you weren't in Rose's possession, you would of known who the woman standing infront of you was automatically but now you hadn't a clue. "Stay safe, my little one." Your real mother bent down to kiss your head and you let out a scream before running as far as you could. "MAMA!!" You shrieked.

Not even 15 minutes later you were farther from Rose than you even were before and The True arrived back to where a majority of their trailers were parked with a hysterical Violet in tow.

"Please let me go! My mommy will be so worried about me. Please, please, please!" She begged. None of them paid her any mind though as they began to bound her. They were so used to the screams and begs by now, it didn't bother them.

"So where are we going after this?" Crow asked, as he threw a couple of items that they would need later to various unoccupied members of The True.

"I don't know. I was thinking maybe Massachusetts, because you know how Y/n loves the snow.." Rose continued to talk as Crow zoned out, putting the left over rope in the storage compartment of his RV. "..She is in your trailer, right?" Rose closed the door to her RV.

Crow furrowed his brows. "Who?" Rose sighed inwardly. "Y/n, Crow Daddy. She is in your trailer, I hope. Because she's not in mine." He closed the compartment and unlocked the door to the trailer. "Let me see."

He walked inside and shut the door behind him, examining the space for you. "Crow, she's there right?" You weren't. A spike of panic rised in him and he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, unlocking an almost unconfident reserve on his face. "Uh, yeah..she's in there," He lied through his teeth, desperate to save him and you from Rose's wrath. "Rosie, is it okay if I stop with her really quick to get some fresh air?" He asked. "I don't care what you do. You'll be able to find your way back?"

"Sure." He smiled through gritted teeth even though Rose couldn't see him and silently cursed you underneath his breath. "Okay..tell Y/n, I love her." Rose began to walk off to her RV after making sure Barry had everything with Violet handled.

"I will.." He watched the rest of the caravan leave before getting behind the wheel and closing his eye. "Alright Y/n, let's hope my instincts are good enough."

Meanwhile a few minutes away in driving distance, as you passed the lakeside view Rose told you about, you heard noise coming from the distance and jumped back.

The more you listened though, the more you realized there was mostly children there. You walked up the small hill and watched them for a second. "So many rubes.' You thought to yourself. 'None of them like well..or not?'

You began to feel that same magnetic pull you felt from Rose the first time you encountered her and you found your eyes fixated on a boy sitting by himself.

You felt attached to your family but never did you feel such a connection strangers and you didn't know why. It wouldn't be until years later, you would put two and two together and realize the person infront of you was in fact your soulmate.

Despite your fear of all the rubes around you carefully approached the stranger sitting on the bench, not daring to put your guard down.

"You mind if I sit next to you?" The little boy shook his head and you sat down next to him. "What's your name?"

"..Danny." You smiled. "That's a nice name. I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you." He didn't say anything back but you didn't mind. Your parents were both mostly laid back but if there was a thing they were big on, it was respect.

"..nice to meet you too. Sorry, I'm just having an off day." You shrugged. "I'm okay. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No..you wouldn't understand." The more you looked at him the more, the more you could tell he wasn't exactly so rube like.

(Is it because of this?)

The boy sitting next to you looked at you blankly. "Danny, I know you can hear me," You said softly. "No..not because of that. Well..maybe a little. She'll just keep coming until she gets me. I don't care what Dick says."

"Who will come and get you?" You asked then blushed. "Sorry, I shouldn't of pried." Dan shrugged dismissively and looked up towards his apartment building and pointed to the bathroom. "The lady in the bathroom."

A decaying woman flashed infront of your eyes and your posture stiffened. "You can see her, right?"

"Yeah, I see her..If it makes you feel better, I see scary things too sometimes." You took his hand in your equally tiny ones. Dan felt the urge to pull away from you but there was this warm element to you that made him feel comforted by you.

"Really?" You nodded solemnly and moved your hand away from his to take a necklace of your neck. It had a little crystal obelisk hanging from the bottom if it. "My mommy gave this to me for when I get scared. If you squeeze the crystal, it's supposed to make you feel safe." He said nothing and you put the obelisk in his hand. "I think you need it more than I do."

"You're sure?" You nodded and for the first time in a while, Danny Torrance actually gave a hint of a smile.

(Thanks, Y/n.)

(You're welcome.)

"Y/n?" You could hear someone calling your name and you turned around. "Y/n, honey?" You looked at Dan. "That's my daddy. I have to go before I get in trouble. Bye Danny."

"Bye." He was a person of very few words but it didn't bother you in the slightest. All you knew was you didn't want your dad to see him. You didn't know what was going on but you knew something wasn't right.

"Y/n?" You sprinted towards him. "Daddy!" You exclaimed. Crow's eyes went wide with relief. "Y/n." Your father pulled you close to him. "Don't you run off like that EVER again. You understand me?" You could see his infrequent temper in his eyes and you were quick to nod. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I-i-" Crow didn't bother to wait for a response from you before he continued speaking.

"People out here are bad, Y/n. They'd hurt you in a heartbeat." He cupped the sides of your face. "Do you know or did you even think about how upset your mother and I would be if you just disappeared?"

You felt your heart sink and your lips trembled. You knew there was a possibility they might do bad things but that didn't mean you didn't love them because of it. You felt so selfish and cruel. "I-i didn't think about it. I'm sorry daddy.." Your eyes watered as you looked down at the ground and he sighed. "Just don't do it again, got it?" He wiped one of your tears away. "Yes daddy. Y-you're not going to tell mommy, are you?"

Crow kissed your cheeks gently. "No, I won't tell her. I think this can be our little secret. What do you think?" You let out a giggle and Crow smiled. "That's my girl. Come on, let's get you back to the caravan before mom notices we're gone because you know how she gets."

You nodded and held your arms out to Crow who immediately scooped you up. You wrapped your tiny arms around his neck and nuzzled closely to him as he carried you away.

(Y/n?)

You smiled softly as you felt that little ping in your head.

(Yeah, Danny?)

(Am I ever going to see you again?)

You paused before responding.

(Maybe. I hope so because I like you Danny.)

(Me too, Y/n.)

You felt one of Crow's finger poking your shoulder and you pulled yourself out of your thoughts. "Yes, daddy?" You asked. "Did you feel someone steamy?" He whispered in your ear.

You thought about telling the truth but thought of Danny. You only just met him but something deep down told you, you couldn't let him get hurt. Maybe..just maybe, all rubes weren't so bad after all. "No, daddy," You lied.

"You're sure?" He pressed. "I'm sure." Crow sighed and patted your back. It would of been nice to have double the amount of steamheads but he supposed Violet would be enough to sustain them for a while. Besides, beggars couldn't be choosers and he trusted you enough to think you wouldn't lie to him. "Okay, honey.."

The next time you would see Danny Torrance after that fateful December day, would be 26 years later and by that time any bridge you had built with The True Knot would be burned.

#fanfiction #stephen king #the shining #rose the hat #the true knot #crow daddy #dan torrance #wendy torrance #x female reader #fem reader #imagine #fanfic #doctor sleep #dr sleep

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thedistantdusk · 5 years

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Well, whats good my guy? Anyway I love you and your fan fictions so much I'm actually addicted to hinny its like crack to me lol anyway I have written some sloppy one-shots and I would love to post them but I don't have much confidence in myself or my writting any tips?

I completely understand! Society really fails to understand the seductive power of a Hinny addiction! 😉

Anyway, if you’re struggling with your fanfic writing, here is a question I recommend asking yourself:

If there something in my fic that needs work, do I want to hear about it from someone I know/trust... or from a bunch of random people in reviews?

Really, to me, that’s what it boils down to. I would much rather hear “oof, Harry would never do that!” from one of my trusty, amazing betas than from a stranger on a review.

And YES, my betas have told me that more than once. Writing is a process, and it’s never done! On the Christmas chapter of Noticing, Hills literally highlighted an entire page and wrote, “Why the hell is Ginny acting like Snape? What does she even have to be mad about? I’m so confused!”

You know what? She was right! Ginny was randomly, inexplicably furious and acting OOC beyond belief. It was also the first time I realized I tend use fanfic as a self-care/projection thing? Which is also an important thing to figure out, no matter what you’re writing.

So. As my friend @el-eye-zee-aye says... if you want to improve, find yourself some Spinach-in-your-teeth friends betas who will gently tell you what needs fixing — assuming you don’t want the court of public opinion to give you that feedback.

Unfortunately, we don’t have control over what happens once our stories are posted — and imo, the most we can do is mitigate the damage by fixing things we might not see ourselves.

Oh, and once you get that feedback from your beta? Take it seriously! They read through every single word of what you wrote, and they’re only making comments to help you improve.

For some people, it’s hard not to take beta comments personally — but if you’re worried about that, tell your beta! It could be a simple conversation of: “Hey, just FYI, I’m a beginning writer and I’m a little insecure. I’m happy to accept constructive criticism, but if all I hear is negativity, I might feel depressed/defeated. Do you think you can offer me both compliments and suggestions for improvement?”

And if that person doesn’t agree? Find someone else! There are plenty of fish in the sea. On the HG Discord alone, I can think of more than five. If you branch into the HPFF Discord, you’ll probably find even more. Ffn has a beta search function, too, if that appeals.

Best of luck, friend! The only way to get better is to keep trying and get feedback. You will be amazing — just give it time/practice ❤️

#hinny fanfic #harry and ginny #anonymous ask #betas 2020

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iturbide · 6 years

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Wait, fudge, my brain just thought of a thing with the idea of sending a prompt of Anankos and Mikoto; 22, since I'm sure both of them have some things to vent about in regards to the past. Though if you want an extra detail, idk, 49 would be amusing because the thought of Anankos getting a tight hug made me smile. Of course, doing just 22 is also fine; 49 is more for possible detail. (Also pretend Mikoto is properly in Heroes and is not just a dream only.)

you know what I love both of these? But I also love the idea of them co-existing in close but not immediate proximity so I’m doing them in the opposite order ;D

Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

He slowly lowered his arms as the blinding light faded, squinting even still in the overly bright sunshine as he took in his surroundings. They were strange. Nothing at all like the dark confines of…of…

Where had he come from?

His thoughts were jumbled. Turning slowly around, he saw dark grey stone beneath his feet, etched with deep grooves worn smooth by the water that flowed through them. There was a stone just before him, depicting a tree with branches interwoven about the hole at its center. Beyond…there were fields. Forests. A sky, impossibly blue, with pale clouds scudding like wave caps overhead, and he turned to follow their progress…

“Hello.”

He blinked, looking down at the stranger in the gilt hood. “…hello,” he repeated, his voice rasping from lack of use. “Where…am I?”

“You’re in Askr,” the figure replied. “I’m Kira–”

“As…kr?” He did not know this place. He should be in…in…not here. Somewhere.

“Askr,” the stranger agreed. “It’s a kingdom in Zenith. I’m Kiran. Who are you?”

He thought for a moment, looking down at the stone beneath his feet and the water that flowed under his boots through the runes carved into its face. Water was familiar. It was…part of him? No. Yes? It called to him, but told him nothing as it rippled and played in the light…

“Do you remember who you are?”

He frowned, looking down at his hands for a moment as memories tumbled in and out of focus. Water. Darkness. A song. Rage. Pain. Grief. A city in ruins. A city thriving. And he above it all, watching over them…

“I am…the forgotten god. The Silent Dragon. Anankos.”

The stranger…Kiran…smiled beneath their hood. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Why am I here?” Anankos asked. He should not be. He knew that. But he did not know where he should be. Only that…he did not want to be there, and the thought of going back filled him with dread…

“I Summoned you,” Kiran explained. “It’s…okay, it’s kind of hard to explain, but…how about we go inside? There’s gonna be a lot to fill you in on about the situation here and…”

His attention drifted as the stranger spoke. But he followed when they turned, moving away from the platform and through a softly glowing arch, feeling magic flow along his skin as he crossed into a bright castle foyer filled with strangers. Some looked up at his arrival; most spared not even a glance. “All these people are Heroes,” Kiran said, gesturing to the unknown faces. “And so are you, here in Askr.”

He frowned at that. “I am…not a hero.”

The hooded figure touched his arm. “You can be, though. That’s what’s great about this place. You can be a Hero, if you want.”

…what did he want?

He could not remember. His mind was chaos: screams of pain, joyous laughter, crushing grief, aching guilt, a song…a song…

“Anankos?”

The familiar voice stopped his heart.

The memories washed over him: kind laughter as he tried and failed to snatch a fish from the pond bare-handed and fell into the shallow waters, a fond smile as he tried to recite a verse from memory and jumbled up the words, eyes that sparkled like the sun on the water and hair like a river flowing through the night and soft hands that held his own eternally cold ones and tried to share their warmth…

“Mikoto…?”

He turned toward the source in time to see her sprinting toward him, a roil of white robes and sea green ribbons. And then her arms were around him, crushing the breath from him as only the deepest reaches of the darkest sea had ever done before.

But she was laughing. He could hear it on the air, and even without air, he felt his own mirth rippling through him as he folded his beloved – his wife – within his embrace for the first time in far too long.

Listening to them while they vent.

Mikoto had grown quiet, of late. She had been so lively at the time of their reunion, had taken him around the castle and grounds, shown him all the wonders this strange land of Askr had to offer. She had accompanied him here and there on various missions, helping to guide him when he lost his way, until at last he began to settle into something like routine…

And with that familiarity came silence. But not a kind one. A heavy one, oppressive, like a storm hanging in the sky that had yet yet to unleash a downpour. He could feel the unspoken words in the air, thick and choking in the uncomfortable stillness as they walked side by side, but not together.

He did not understand.

But he remembered, now, so many of the things he’d once lost. He remembered her, their time together, her laughter and her lessons both…

He drew a breath, low and soft, rippling through the silent hallway. “What troubles you?”

“What makes you imagine I am troubled?” she replied airily (but her tone chilled him like a wintery gale).

“There are things you do not say,” he said. “You do not need to keep your silence. That is but my name: it is not what I demand.”

She did not laugh. She did not smile. She looked at him with icy eyes, and he felt the rumble of the approaching storm…but rather than retreat, he met her gaze, waiting for the hail to fall.

“You abandoned us.”

The first words dealt a heavy blow, and he nearly staggered beneath the weight of them. “You said you were sending us away, for our safety, and I believed that. With all my heart, I wanted to believe that – even without seeing Gyges again, I knew there were horrors rising as we fled, and every night I prayed that you would find your way safely back to us. For years I prayed, every night, that you would return to us. Even when the Hoshidans took us in. Even when their king offered me a place at his side as queen and consort. I still prayed every night that you would find your way to the gates and return to us…”

Her voice trembled, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “And then our child was stolen. And that’s when I stopped praying. I’d feared for so long that you might never find your way to us, but I fought so hard to stay strong, to keep heart…but we lost everything. I lost two husbands and my child to that exile, and now you simply appear here as though nothing at all has happened – now, when I so long ago lost the heart to pray!?”

Blood dripped from her trembling fists.

He reached out to her, taking one of her hands and coaxing her fingers to uncurl. Her delicate nails had dug deep into her palms, though thankfully the cuts were shallow…

Something dripped onto the marks as he leaned over them.

“I am sorry,” he breathed, and his words cracked like rime. “I wanted to return to you. I tried with all I had – I sought to protect you, to protect Corrin, from that horror that destroyed Valla, but…it claimed me. All you lost was by my hand. I am sorry I did not join you. I am sorry, Mikoto. I…”

Her other hand reached up to touch his cheek. Something crept down his cheek as he lifted his head to meet her eye, and he tasted salt when it settled at the corner of his mouth. “Why are you crying?” she asked, her voice no louder than the murmur of rain.

He blinked, dislodging another tear as yet more welled to take their places. “I left you to raise a child alone in an unknown land. I could not stop that very child’s loss. I caused you so much pain. You suffered for my actions. You had no reason to treat me kindly. And yet you did.”

The words did not come easy. But words so rarely had. And he knew he had to speak them now, though his voice betrayed him, splintering as pack ice in the silence. “I do not ask forgiveness of you. I could not. I have caused you too much grief. But still, you called to me. You brought me back to myself. I owe you…I owe you everything and more. I want to give you peace, and happiness – if I must leave to do so I will without protest–”

“Gods, you’re such a fool,” she hiccoughed.

His breath hitched as she smiled at him, brushing tears from her own eyes. “Haven’t you listened to a word I said? You leaving caused this whole mess in the first place.”

“But…but after…I-I could hurt you again, I…”

“Running away isn’t going to make anything better,” she sighed. “You need to stay. How else can you get close to your family again, if you leave?”

Struggling to breathe, he clasped her warm fingers in his cold hands. “You would…we could be…family again?” he whispered.

She sighed, patting his knuckles with her free hand. “You have a child. A grandchild. You can’t be part of their lives if you run away. But it’s been a long time.”

He felt an ache in his heart, unlike any he had ever known. But he knew, too, that this was the way it should be. “Might we…be friends again, at least?”

At last, the light returned to her eyes, shimmering like sunlight on the waves. “I would be glad for it, Hydra.”

How long had it been since he had been called by that name? How long since he had heard her speak it with such warmth? He opened his arms in silent invitation…

And she moved to embrace him, her warmth chasing away the cold fear as he lay his cheek against her hair.

#fire emblem: fates #fire emblem: heroes #fanfiction #anankos #mikoto #answered #teamelementaldorks #i got to play with so many fun things in these prompts thank you so much #weird broken thought patterns #all the water analogies #i haven't played around like this in ages this was a delight #and i hope i did okay with the two of them #snippets

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A Hot Summer Day

Authors Note: So its been awhile since i put some writing on here, life has been weird for me and I've been uninspired. so this story is probably trash, but it was a fun practice round, so i hope you guys enjoy it. hope to be posting more stories now. Also if you catch a typo or bad grammar, feel free to say something. ill fix it.

The sun was bearing down hard that day, making even the pool hard to be out in. I was no stranger to heat waves, i lived in San Antonio for a large portion of my 20 years, but something about today felt like a miniature hell. But there was one benefit of all this, my girlfriends reaction. She was a gorgeous redhead from Vegas, with gorgeous brown eyes and soft, tan skin. Depending on the heat, she tended to take her clothes off to help, but today, as we hung out near my pool, she was totally naked.

She has some small but perky tits, a big bubble butt that i just wanted to squeeze like clay, and her pussy was deliciously puffy. I layed back in the pool, trying to relax but i couldn't keep my eyes off her which wasn’t helping me. A lustful heat was rolling over me, making me feel even hotter and really thirsty. She tipped her sunglasses down to look at me gave her usual crooked grin. “How hard ya? Like a steel beam, or like a really thick branch?” I couldn't help but twitch as she mentioned it, a reminder of my need.

“Why don't you come over here and find out?” She scoffed and sat back on her chair under a umbrella. “Hell no, your country ass might be able to take it, but as soon as the air starts working im going back inside.” I sighed. I had always been a country kid, i even had the general look. Big, lots of muscle from hard work, strong rough hands, the tan, the whole works. Add my hay colored hair and my dark eyes, not even i could argue it. But i still hated this heat, being from the country didn't fix that.

“Oh come on. Saying i like the heat because im from the country is like saying you like stripping because you lived right next to a strip club.” She laughed at that. “Hell no! You had to deal with heat even if you do hate it, even when i was 12 i ogled those sluts and loved it.” I sighed. “Come on babe, if your gonna be all naked and teasing at least help me out.” I couldn't help but plead. She looked at me curiously, a sorta sly look on her face. “Maybe… i might. Come closer to me, now.” I obeyed and got closer to the edge, closer to her and her amazing body.

She put her foot in my face. “Do you like the color?” Her nails were a soft red, and i nodded. I ran my lips along the top of her foot, and began to kiss and lick her soft feet. “Good boy. Knowing what i want, when i want it.” I began sucking on one of her toes wich made her moan a little. Normally i wasn't into this kinda thing, it did more for her then me, but i just felt so needy that even this was arousing me even more. “Damn, has your brain melted from the heat or is my good boy just that desperate to get off?” I answered with a lick and a harder suck, she simply giggled.

“This please you Rebecca?” She nodded. She hated it when people shortened her name, she claimed her full name was one for a queen. “Mmmm god your tongue is talented. Your ma teach you how to please women?” I glared at her, the obvious ‘Redneck = incest’ not too appreciated. “Your mother teach you how to be a slut?” she growled at my cheeky grin.

“Please, im a sex goddess and you know it.” I rolled my eyes but kept licking and sucking on her soft toes. “.... Hey Dillian?” I looked up at her, seeing how red her cheeks were getting. “Yes?” a cat like smile came over her lips, though her blush made it look a little sheepish. “I know we've talked about this, but does it all bother you that i'm… you know…?” i answered by moving up and giving her a hickey on her thigh, wich makes her moan and her pussy glisten.

“That your such a pervert, a bonafide slut?” She laughed. “I know you don't mind that, since you love taking advantage of it so muCH!” i gave her another hickey, this time on the other thigh, wich made her back arch and her pussy drool. “That you love it when i bite you? I definitely don't mind that.” I bit down a little harder, getting closer to her heated crotch. “Come on Re-becc-a. Say it.” She loves it when i put the extra emphasis on her name.

“Fuck, Dillian, your distracting me sto- OH G-GOD!” I was ever so lightly nibbling on her clit now, rubbing her thick thighs the entire time. She was drooling from both her gorgeous pussy and her pretty mouth. I began to lap and suck and more nibbles, making her writhe in pleasure. “D-d-dillia-n, oh f-fck your drving me razy! MWORE!”

I chuckled “Not till you say it. What should bother me babe?” I know i'm torturing Rebecca but i can't help it, her moans and twitches were so gorgeous and fun to watch. “Y-you fucking DICK! Y-you yo-you fucking slut!” I began to lick too, giving her a full body trembles. “F-uck...i… need to KNoW if… you like how… if you hate how… i tease other… guys…THERE I FUCKING SAID IT!” She was trying not to completely break, it was rather cute. But she was serious, so id better answer her.

I get up on the chair and lift her up and put her down near my lap, near my cock. “Just relax babe. Ill answer your question, but let me give your reward.” she growled. “When did you get all dominant?” Instead of answering her, i plunged her down on my extremely hard and erect cock. Her face bulged out a little in a very sexy way, as if her mind had just exploded and she couldn't perceive how horny it made her.

And one of the most adorable things she does when i'm dominant, wich admitally is not often, when she just kinda utters softly in disbelief. “Feels… so… brain no… of… fuuuck!” i couldn't help but chuckle as i forced her up and down my cock like a toy, a super hot, tight, trembling, drooling toy that was responding my every action.

“Feel good princess?” She clenched hard at me calling her ‘princess’ and she moaned out loud. “FUCK ME MOOOOOOOORE! PLEASSSS!” i think it just hit it her how hard i was fucking her. I began to slam her down harder and harder, and i felt myself throb in her. It feels incredible to do this to her, to just pleasure her like this, to drive her beyond crazy.

“You want more huh?” My fingers began to twist her nipples the way she liked and i suckled collar bone, all causing her to break into a ear destroying screech and her eyes to roll back. She quickly came over me, right as i exploded myself, not being able to handle how wonderful her clenching pussy felt.

I pulled her into my body, us both panting and sweating, no longer caring about the heat. I let my hands slowly go over her body, feeling each tremble along her skin. “Damn princess, i made you lose your mind for a second there.” She gasped, feeling my finger trace her pussy slowly. “Fuck… god i love it when your riled up. You fuck me so good.” She responded, smiling happily.

“Hey babe?” She looked up at me, snuggling against my chest. “Don't worry about the whole teasing thing. I know your mine, and mine alone. I trust you.” She blushed but smiled. “Only yours… speaking of, fuck me again?” I give her a cheeky smile.

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sunxking · 8 years

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yikes do u have any advice for someone who's new to tumblr rping?? i'm asking u bc u seem super nice & i really love ur blog /w\

O U T O F S U N L I G H T

Hello There! Thank you so much for you kind words! And may I be one of the first to welcome you to the Roleplay Community on Tumblr, as well as ( more specifically?) to the Comicbook Fandom! I’ve been exactly where you are now, my friend, as a veteran of RP from other sites and venues, newly branching into this hot little mecca of writing known as Tumblr!

I think you’re really going to like it here. :)

Tumblr is an expansive universe where the possibilities are limitless, both within and beyond the fandom your character might originally hail from. It is the birthplace of some truly wonderful things, like SuperWhoLock, Batfamily Shenanigans, and Redemption from Marvel’s Civil War 2 trash. On here, all those usual rules that controlled the way you wrote your character in an RP Community or chat room no longer exist, granting you freedom to interpret them any way you wish (or multiple ways in multiple settings!). Many fandom, like the DC Comics Fandom, are populated by passionate and friendly writers who want to interact with others that feel just as strongly about the universe as they do!

But, and I’m sure you’ve heard this, RPing on Tumblr is not for the faint of heart. All those things that make this place a source of creativity and inspiration also allow for some serious issues. The site itself can be a challenge, not really designed for intuitive, flowing RP threads. The atmosphere of a fandom, usually so positive, is also constantly changing in nature, and populated heavily by free variables (i.e. people), so that there are no comfort zones for anyone involved.

On one hand, this will make you a better writer, a more conscientious interpreter of character motives, and a much stronger RPer overall. On the other hand…. well, even the best fandoms have their fair share of abuse, and no one is immune to having their feelings hurt.

Knowing all this, me and my fellow roleplayers still come online to write our hearts out everyday, because we love to write and Tumblr is hands-down one of the most prolific places for Roleplay on the internet. And I’ll tell you this, lovely anon, hard as it is, tumblr RP is also a breeding ground for wonderful and meaningful friendships that will last far longer than even the strongest OTP. That’s why I’m so pleased to heard that you are willing to give Tumblr RP a try, even if you don’t feel totally certain about how to start.

As for me, I look forward to seeing you in the this fandom community (or perhaps another!) and possibly interacting with you in the future. Thank you so much for trusting me enough with your question. I’m certainly not an expert on being a successful roleplayer (some days I make a potato look like a better talent than me!), but I hope I can offer a few small pointers that might help you get started on your way to RP glory.

First of all, regardless of whatever fandom has caught your fancy, I suggest you research the atmosphere of the RP community here on Tumblr. Use the search feature to scope out RP tags for the fandom, spot promos for characters, and stalk any RP communities currently seeking applications on the site. All this information will give you a feel for the type of RP experience you’ll have while in that fandom., and may influence your decision to take up a certain character.

If you have a personal tumblr blog, but you want to RP a character in a fandom, then I highly recommend you make another (completely separate) tumblr blog. Sideblogs are nice, but they don’t work well when you’re following others and want to interact via asks, replies etc. Things can get very confusing, very fast, especially in the activity feed!

Many people swear by their ‘About’ pages, and that’s a good thing. Once you’ve created your character blog and start reaching out to others, most RPers on tumblr will bee-line for your ‘About’ or ‘Rules’ page as soon as they see you’ve followed them. This is a courtesy so they can know how to best approach your character and what the important details should be known when RPing with you. So, to hedge your bets in a good way, always make an About Page and include all vital details about your character on it!

Also, keep in mind, there is no wrong way to write an About Page. You can check other RPers’ blogs for examples, but just write it however most makes sense to you. As long as it gives the reader an understanding of your vision with your character, that’s what matters.

Sometimes when you’re starting out, especially if you’re playing an OC or a lesser known Canon character, you’re going to have to be the brave one that reaches out to others and asks for threads. Just posting opens and following other blogs might not get you the responses you hope for, and I don’t want that to discourage you. Don’t be afraid to (respectfully) go after the RPer you’re interested in writing with, I guarantee they’re all super nice people and they will respond favorably to your interest in them!

Depending on the type of person you are, I would recommend possibly getting an instant messenger account for your RP blogs. I know that Tumblr messenger exists, but many RPers prefer to limit access to who can message them via that interface. The most popular instant messenger choices on tumblr are Skype, Kik, and Discord. This is certainly Not a requirement, and please don’t feel pressured to get an account if you are not comfortable with talking to strangers via instant messenger. But, if you love to spazz out over your fandom, and you love to share plot ideas and headcanons, then you will find a great many fast friends in the RP fandoms on tumblr. So many writers (me included!) love to share their inspiration in this quick way, and translate it to writing on the site!

Learn the fine art of tagging posts. Tags are just about the only thing we Tumblr RPers have as a search filter on this website, and some of us follow certain tags religiously. And I don’t just mean our tumblr url, I mean anything we feel is relevant to our character. For example, I track the tags: #sunxking, #apollo, #midnighterandapollo, #midnighter, #TheAuthority, etc. I also generously tag anything I post so that I can easily find it again on my blog, or provide navigation links to it for others to find. (such as #openstarter for all my Apollo RP opens). Additionally, I feel it’s important to be careful in tagging for triggering posts. I always tag with the keyword of the triggering content, and append the triggering keyword with either ‘ts’ (for tumblr savior) or ‘tw’ for “trigger warning.” Keep in mind that if you’re tagging an original post (not a reblog) that only the first five tags are picked up by the tumblr search engine.

Stay open minded. And I don’t just mean in regards to crossovers and alternate universes. There will be RPers that you will meet that may interpret a well-known character in a way that seems entirely contradictory to how you envision them. And you may like it… or you may not. But sometimes thinking outside of the box produces great rewards, and you never know what innovative idea might spring out of a crack conversation. Regardless, always follow the rule of thumb: Respect others and lead with kindness.

Hopefully these initial pointers will help you hit the ground running with an RP blog on tumblr! There are other things people focus on, like the right theme, or text formatting… but that stuff doesn’t really matter to me. Personally, as long as your writing content reflects your dedication to your character, I am interested in reading it!

Again, Welcome to this amazing place, and I wish you all the success and fun with your character.

Best of Luck!

– Red

#ooc #rp advice #mun writes alot wow #Anonymous #long post ts

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