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[cloversnstrawberries]

oc intro post ! ! young!serial killer grandpa & time traveler reader

masterlist | requests open !

warnings; Mentions of violence, murder, serial killings, Everett's superiority/god complex, misanthropy (hatred of the human race), manipulation, possessive behavior, mental instability, and there might be more that i forgot :( if i missed a major one, please let me know and i'll add it !!!

additional notes; i read "garden of the dead flowers" a while back (in which i totally did the daily pass thing. yeah. totally!), and i thought it had a lot of potential for a platonic yan,, i didn't like the ending much for other reasons, but i'm fixing it here. with my oc. as god intended, of course. of course, if you're familiar with the webcomic at all, this isn't really that similar; except for the very core basis ^^ this is the option that won the second poll :D

! ! introduction blurb & moodboard below the cut ! !

Everett has met a lot of people before, that's just how it is, being the son of a wealthy businessman and a socialite. He's met a lot of strange people as well, eccentric people that makes Everett need a double-take.

But none quite so strange as you, who simply... showed up in the back garden one day. You were disoriented, wearing odd clothes as you patted around your pockets for... something. A handkerchief, maybe?

Either way, you'd be an easy kill. He'd never seen you around before, perhaps a runaway then. Nobody would miss you, in that case. And If they did, then they'd have a difficult time tracing you all the way to Everett's backyard.

But something made that train of thought stop before it even fully departed. Something about you made him hesitate, and subsequently approach and offer you help. To pull you up, dazed as you were, and help you into the sitting room.

You continued to be quite out of it, and when he returned, tea in hand-- you took it without question. You hadn't said a word, not to him or otherwise. All you did was look around, face pinched like you trying to figure something out.

By the end of it, Everett isn't quite sure what made him take such a liking to you. When you opened up, you tripped over your words-- you sounded funny, regardless of that. Saying words and phrases he's never heard, but he didn't pay much mind to that.

Regardless of your little verbal stumbles, you ended up telling him that you 'don't know how you got here', which he assumed you meant the town in general, or maybe just his backyard specifically.

The first conversation he genuinely held with you, you would always give these nonsensical answers that provided no more knowledge than before. When he asked "Where are you from?" You'd respond with "Not here.", or how you got here-- you'd always pause, and try to think it over before finally settling on "...I don't know."

Amnestic, maybe? That's what he could make of it, anyways. Other than your dazed behavior, you showed no real signs of a concussion. He set you up in a guest room-- and he doesn't know what makes him do it. Even as you wake up the next morning, no longer so confused--

Usually, he wouldn't really like people like you. Those who treat him so casually, those who treat everybody like that; like they were everybody's pal. It irked Everett to no end before,

So why is it different when you do it? With your strange words, strange habits, and even stranger way of dress-- what's got him so interested in you?

What sets you apart of his usual fare--? He could go and argue that he helped you recover so he could add you to his roster of victims, because he's not one for kicking someone when their down...

But he couldn't even fool himself with that lie. Really, he doesn't know why or how you managed to worm your way into his good graces so quickly-- enough where he let you stay in his home for the time being.

He could be harboring a runaway, either from a family or maybe even if the law. That could put him in risk, if cops come looking for you-- find his home, found evidence of what he does in and around it.

Again, it's just something about you... It makes it impossible to even think of driving a knife straight through your heart. What would be easy for him with everyone else, was like fighting an uphill battle when it came to you.

Either way, he's not letting you go now. Not after week of getting to know you-- after getting you new clothes to help fit in, getting his parents to make the school take you as a student. Just so you didn't have to sit and rot in that big house all day, of course.

He won't let you outside the grounds. Maybe because he doesn't want his new friend taken, the only person that's been entirely immune to his constant need to hurt others-- either by yourself, or anyone who's looking for you.

But he doesn't tell you that. He says he just wants to make sure you're healthy and not about to keel over from an untreated brain injury and whatnot.

Everett has grown quite fond of you, even if you're a little strange.

Maybe it's because you're so strange, that you're exempt from his usually unforgiving drive to prey on others, and rip them limb from limb like they were bugs under a microscope.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Can I request a lover boy rindou with a reader like defending his girlfriend everytime someone speaks slightly bad about her or just naturally bringing her up in any conversation and sometimes even Unknowingly! Thank you!!

YES! Thank you so much for requesting<333

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Rindou and you weren't in relationship for long yet. It has only been 6 months, though it was a secret for 4 months. But the relationship still was so special and everyone could see it. Though, it's a surprise that a ruler of Roppongi, someone with so much strength and authority, would date an ordinary girl. Some gang members in Roppongi even disliked the fact. The person they respected deserved someone stronger, more popular and more useful.

Or so they thought...

Standing in front of Rindou, one of the gang's leader had guts to run his mouth. "I heard you're dating?"

Rindou furrowed his eyebrows slightly, not liking where this is going. "Yes, and?"

The guy looked directly in Rindou's eyes. Yes, he was scared in the presence of Haitani, but there was no backing down now. "Nothing. It's just a surprise that someone who loves control, strength and fights like you would choose someone so...Ordinary. I mean, clearly she has nothing special in her that would match you, sir-"

Rindou immediately punched the guy, breaking his nose. "Who gave you right to speak?" His cold glare would even cut through a wall, let alone the guy who's body was filled with fear. "Nothing special? Watch what you say." Rindou kicked him across the ground. "If anything, I have nothing special in me that would even match hers. She's special and perfect no matter what. But some rotten-brained punk dares to insult my girlfriend? And then dares to tell me who I should be dating?" Rindou said while kicking the guy relentlessly. "Seems like gang leaders in Roppongi forgot their own place, huh?"

The guy ended up with two broken hands, broken nose and countless bruises.

No one should dare to speak ill of his girl and no one will, he'll make sure of that.

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Ran, Rindou and Shion were hanging out together. They might not seem close from outside but they have known each other since they were 13. After all, Vicious Generation has deep and strong bond.

"Fuck spring. It's going to get hot these days." Shion grumbled. He disliked spring, flowers and hot weather.

"Come on now, spring is beautiful." Ran said.

"Y/n loves spring." Rindou suddenly stated after staying quiet for minutes. Ran and Shion looked at him with no-hope-for-this-lover-boy expression.

"Thanks, I'll add that to my growing list of things I didn't want to know." Shion rolled his eyes. It's the fifth time Rindou brought you up in the conversation and even continued ranting about you.

"I wonder what she's doing right now." Rindou spoke, again, about you.

Ran turned to Shion. "He won't pay attention to us for now, so just ignore him."

"Is he always like this?" Shion whispered, getting a nod from Ran.

"Yeah, he's hopelessly in love."

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I really hope you enjoyed this and are satisfied! If you want more tho or are dissatisfied with this, don't hesitate to give me another request<3

[taffycandyqt]

hey so how do you think the 2003 tmnt would deal with having a s/o who they’ve not seen all month. They’ve only been texting. The turtles ask about it. And s/o messages that s/o has been injured all month and the turtles can come over if they want too. S/o forgot to mention they were injured. When they get to s/o place, s/o is moving around but they’re slow and struggling to do stuff, in a lot of pain, but is able to do it, but s/o is sick of laying down cuz that’s what they have been doing all month. They’re stubborn about not staying in bed, but they are not going to over exert themselves either. They are half way through healing clearly?

I haven't gotten many requests for the turtles and I love this prompt so much. All the boys are such worry warts it's honestly kinda funny. In my personal opinion there aren't enough 03' fics in the world so thank you!

Your Broken?!

TMNT 2003 turtles x gn reader

You got injured and haven't been able to see your boyfriend for a while. You tell them that they can come over for a visit but forget to mention a very tiny oh so important detail about your... injury.

Leo:

DID YOU BREAK YOUR SPINE??!

Oh he is so concerned, like WHAT DID YOU DO!?

Will not let you do literally anything.

You want water? No. Stay put I'll get it for you

Want a book from your shelf across the room. LAY THE FRICK BACK DOWN!

Now which one do you want?

If you tell him that your tired of doing nothing and you want to be able to at least walk around, he will still be very hesitant.

Of course he wants you to be happy but your still healing and he just doesn't want you to get hurt again.

Your making him nervous.

You'll compromise on him basically spotting you while walking around or do anything.

Bro is literally watching you like your life depends on it because in his eyes, it kinda does.

When you said Leo could come over to see you he wasn't expecting you to have a cast around your torso with a walker in your hands. For context, you had been hanging out with your friends when you made a small 'oopsie'. Now your back feels like someone hammered a nail into each one of your vertebrae. Then to add insult to injury, the walker makes you look like an old lady.

Regardless, you've been alone for a while now and figured your boyfriend would be some good company. He entered through your bedroom window right as you were coming back from the kitchen with a snack.

"Oh, hey!"

Leo walked to you quickly as he spoke, "What happened to you?"

You were quick to respond as he looked like he wanted to continue his questioning.

"I was just reckless with some friends a little while back, nothing to worry about." You smiled up at him hoping to distract Leo from your injury.

"If your hurt that bad you shouldn't be standing up come on."

He led you back to your bed and layed you down while he placed your snack on your nightstand.

"Leo please, the doctor said I'm fine to walk as long as I'm careful and use the walker."

"Just because you can walk doesn't mean it's good for you to be walking around."

"Oh, so your a doctor now?" You snarked jokingly.

"Y/n." Leo looked at you as to say, don't push it you know I'm right. You thought it was sweet how much he cared but you've been 'resting' for weeks. Your allowed to walk to the kitchen. And you told him so.

"PUH-leeeease, I'm so tired of laying in my bed and doing nothing. I want to walk around at least a little bit."

Leo sighed, "I-I don't know y/n, your hurt-"

"Leo, how bout' you walk with me to make sure nothing goes wrong? I get to do something and you get to mother me. Everybody's happy!"

"I'm not mothering you." Leo retorted while folding his arms like a pouty toddler.

"Of course not." You smiled back at him. He looked back at you and sighed, he then went and held your hand for a little bit. Maybe you you could walk around, just a little bit, with his help.

Raph:

When he sees you in pain his heart breaks, how could he let this happen to you?!

Spends the rest of the day hovering you.

On the inside is is just as panicked and convinced you could die as Leo.

On the outside however he's sitting and talking with you like normal.

If you want to get up and walk around he'll act like he's okay with it but you can tell by the look on his face that bro is cringing on the inside watching you move.

You so much as stutter on a step and he is right next to you, balancing you, and checking you like your broken all over.

He knows you can handle yourself its just, do you gotta walk around a do stuff when your still healing?

What if you do something and make it worse?!

Highkey dying on the inside.

However, because he feels the need to hide his real feelings about the situation, he inadvertently starts a fight with you instead.

He really didn't want to, YOU'RE JUST SO GOSH DARN FRIGGIN STUBBORN! GO TO BED!!

Please just let him mother hen you, he's legit so scared for you.

He'll do whatever you want just please stay in bed.

"So... how'd this happen again?"

You were cleaning up your room a bit when Raph payed you a visit. You had been living in your bed for a good month at this point and your bedroom was starting to feel more like a cave. Raph sat on your desk chair as he watched you like a hawk and tapped his foot on the floor.

"Fell down the stairs and fractured my hip. Just a hairline fracture though, nothing too serious" as you said that you ended up bending your body the wrong way and irritated your wound resulting in you grunting at the pain.

Raph hopped off the chair in seconds flat and quickly made his way over to you.

"Hey, don't over do it, jeez. Don't wanna make it worse than it already is."

"Thanks, just bent the wrong way is all. I'll be fine."

"Right." His response sounded strained and his lips formed a thin line as he pretended to be calm about this.

"Maybe you should lay down for a bit. Ya know, just to rest your hip and all."

"No that's okay, I my doctor said as long as I'm careful it should be fine for me to be up for a bit." With that you continued to walk around your room and tidy up.

"Well you did just tweak your hip just then didn't you? You don't seem to be being very careful to me." He folded his arms.

"Well lucky for you, you're not me and I know I'm being careful."

"Right, cuz being careful gets you falling down the stairs."

"Are we gonna have a problem Raph? Cuz you can go if you don't wanna be here."

"Wh- well maybe I will then!"

"There's your exit!" You gestured to the window were your boyfriend entered. Just then you tweaked your hip real bad and almost fell if it weren't for Raph's fast reflexes. He led you to your bed to sit you down as the pain subsided.

"This is stupid." He sighed, "listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean- I j-just wanted to. Uuuug."

He put his face in his hands as he tried to piece together what it was that he wanted to say.

"Hey," you gently grabbed his wrist and moved his hands from his face, "I'm sorry too. I should have heard you out better."

"N-No! I shouldn't have gotten snappy with ya, I just want you to be careful. I don't know what I would do with myself if you got worse."

This made you smile. Though it may not always be obvious, Raph really did care about you and wanted the best for you.

"You know what? I have been up and about for a while now. I'm probably due for a break anyways. What do you think about ice cream?"

"I'll grab it for ya."

Donny:

Dude is legit gonna look over your injuries himself.

He's gonna act like a professional doctor didn't already look this over and patch you up the best they could.

You got a cast? SUCKS cuz he's got all the materials to take it off and get you a new one so he is looking at that injury to make EXTRA sure your okay.

For your sake you better pray it doesn't look that bad cuz bro will put you on a healing regimen.

If you're already doing physical therapy he won't want you to over do it. He also wont try to get you to do it if it's not that type of injury.

But if you need physical therapy and for some reason you can't get it? He will have you doing it religiously.

He will bring you foods that will help with the healing process and do whatever he can to make you happy.

Afterall, studies have shown that the chemical reaction of happiness helps support the healing process both external and internal.

No other reason.

On the other side of it though he just really wants to spoil you.

He loves spending time with you, and if he can make you happy while your bored and in pain he gladly will.

Donny had told you that he was going to leave and be right back. You said "okay" and didn't think much of it. That is till he came back with a whole freaking duffle bag full of medical tools and supplies.

"whatcha got there Don?" You sweat dropped. You had just gotten back from the bathroom to find Donny setting up a five year olds worst nightmare of medical tools in your bedside table.

"Oh, I got you a smoothie!" He smiled at you, "Here come sit down."

You made your way to you bed and placed your crutches to lean against the wall as Donny helped you lay in bed and handed you your smoothie.

"Thank you D but I was actually referring to the evil scientist starter pack you've graciously organized right next to me."

Donny laughed at that, "You're funny y/n. I'm just gonna to take a look at you leg and see if your okay."

"Don I've already been to the doctor. It's broken but it was a clean break and if I'm careful it should heal up quickly."

"That's good, but I'll believe it when I see it." With that he held a mini buzz saw in his hand and faced you, "Do you mind?"

"UM YES! I MIND VERY MUCH IN FACT!"

"This is all standard procedure y/n, I promise you won't get hurt. As for the cast, I have that covered too so there really isn't anything to worry about."

"How about I just show you my X-rays? You can see exactly what happened without having to go through all the trouble of taking off my cast yeah?" You spoke quickly, hoping to convince him of the alternative. You didn't think he would actually hurt you but having him stand over you with a saw was a bit intimidating. On top of that you'd prefer to keep your cast on.

"Hm... okay. Where are they?" He set the mini buzz saw down with the rest of the supplies and looked around to where they might be.

"Here I can get them for you." You began to reach for your crutches again. Donny, however, stopped you.

"That's okay, just tell me where they are and I can take it from there."

After he looked over the X-rays and concluded that you were actually fine he began to make you some food. It was supposed to "accelerate the healing process" but it was good food so you didn't care. Donny then spent the rest of the night talking and taking care of you. He got you any snacks you wanted and watched any show you wanted to turn on. Even ones you couldn't previously convince him to watch.

Whenever you moved to get up Donny was quick to try and coerce you back to bed with cuddles and kisses. The only times he couldn't was when you had to go to the bathroom. He couldn't really stop you then, so he would walk you there and back.

Mikey:

Mikey will panic, it's unavoidable.

However, unlike his brothers, his panic isn't helpful in the slightest.

Remember his iconic girly scream? Yeah. That happens

Instead of trying to get you to take care of yourself better or helping you himself bro will just scream you ear off.

"What happened?! Why are you standing?! Are you okay?!... Ect"

You legit have to pretend to fall over so bro will catch you and stop talking long enough for your to tell him your fine.

It takes a little bit to convince him that you are okay, and that you just healing.

When he does believe you he'll get a bunch of his favorite movies and just binge with you all day.

If you don't like horror you better tell him fast because Mikey is a horror fanatic and more than have the flicks in his collection are horror.

If you don't tell him you're in for a nightmare.

If you do like them however, y'all are gonna have a TIME.

You guys have so much fun ngl

Honestly he's the most chill out of all of them.

Just wants you to vibe while you heal.

"AAAH!"

"Okay."

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU ARE YOU OKAY SHOULD YOU BE STAND-"

And with that you were going down. Could you stand just fine? Yes. Was the only way to get Mikey to shut up long enough for you to explain by taking a nose dive to your bedroom floor? Also yes.

Lucky for you he was quick enough to catch you but not without a another short scream as he moved to do so.

Right as he was about to start speaking again you covered his mouth with your hand.

"I'm fine Mikey. I twisted my ankle but I would be right as rain in a couple more weeks."

"You just fell."

"You were just screaming."

"So you fell over?!"

"It's the only method I know that works." You shrugged.

He gave you a face that could only be described as 'wtf' but ultimately helped you over to you bed to sit down. And by 'helped' I mean, picked you up bridal style and dropped you like a ragdoll.

You looked at him confused and a little displeased with how he basically manhandled you. Mikey however was inspecting you ankle as carefully as he could manage.

"Are you sure your okay. You've got a cast and everything. How do I know your not downplaying your injury like you always do?"

He got you there. You don't like causing people stress so when you get hurt you tend to play it off like it's not as bad as it is, to your own detriment usually. Since dating Mikey however, he has been trying to get you out of that mindset. Honestly, it's been working. Especially since he has a tendency to worry more after finding out the truth than he would have if you had told it to him from the start. And Mikey always finds out.

"Mikey, I promise, it's not bad. I've been on bed rest for like a month. I may not be completely healed but I'm getting there."

He got close to you and stared you down with a scrunched up face trying to see if you were lying. When he decided he'd seen enough he stood up.

"I believe you, but even though your doing fine you should still stay off that ankle."

"Okay, but I do actually need to grab my laptop. I have some things to work on. I'll stay off of it for a while after that."

You moved to get up and grab your crutches only to be pushed back on the mattress.

"No no no," he wiggled his finger at you, "you can work on your own time. Now though, your being treated to the Mikey super awesome boyfriend entertainment special!"

"The Mikey super awesome boyfriend entertainment special?"

"Yup! Stay right there, don't move. I'll be back faster then you can say Silver Sentry!"

When he came back his hands were full of microwave popcorn, a large assortment of candy, and his whole movie collection.

He put the candy on your bed next to you and placed the box of movies in your lap.

"You pick our first flick, I'll go pop us some of this popcorn!"

"I'm sorry, our first?"

"Well yeah, you may be hurt but it's still not fair for you to choose all the movies during a marathon."

And with that Mikey left the room to head to the kitchen. You chuckled, what were you gonna do with that boy.

_______________________________________________Before you kill me, it's actually cannon that Donny's nickname in 2003 is spelled with a 'y'. I will not be spelling it that way with any of the others unless it is canonized. That being said, you can put your spears down.

[sophietv]

The Ultimate LSK Threads Of Koincidences (2020) Part 1

Ok, since there's soooo much. I'll do it by years and link the other.

See Fall 2019 before reading this one (X)

As I did in the other, I'll link posts that explains certain piece of Kaylor Lore so you are able to better understand certain Koincidences. So if there's an (X) beside something, it's to give more context and info.

Here's the list of every Koincidences that happened in 2020.

If I forgot something, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll add it so we have everything!

Here's the amazing masterposts that helped me a lot make this part (X) (X)

January 2020

January 1st:

Karlie does a 2019 recap video on Klossy and says something really inchteresting about her second wedding:

"Kind of had a second wedding, but, it was pretty much just a party"

January 17th:

Karlie went did an interview with Andy Cohen and she talks about her "Love Story" and there's just sooo much to unpack there:

"This is quite a Love Story actually"

"I met my man in 2012" (The "I love Karlie Kloss! I want to bake cookies with her" is from 2012) See my before 2013 Kaylor timeline (X)

Also Karlie saying "my man" to "that's my man, every bait and switch was a work of art"

"It's not been easy, but it's worth it" I'm - 🥹🥹🥹

"I would make that same decision a million times again" ties pretty well with "For you I would ruin myself, a million little times"

January 31st:

Miss Americana is out.

Karlie is credited in the movie. There's a scene where you see a glimpse of her at the AMAs red carpet.

But most importantly... the Call It What You Want scene:

Soooo much to unpack on that scene.

Some say that with the reflections on the guitar, you see a woman. But that's not the most important thing.

First.

There's a littelal Easter egg:

Second.

She's wearring the Victoria Secret Angel Ring.

Source : Tily Nation

But the most important evidence is that when Taylor lifts her foot and you hear someone laughing singing: "I did one thing right"

It's not Taylor, it's Karlie.

Someone isolated the vocals and you can hear it very clearly (X)

(Putting the video here just so if the post is deleted, we don't loose it)

Source @lexiiieee223

Also, when by the end Taylor sings "Karlie would you want to?" you hear Karlie say "Yes!" before Taylor even finishes singing (impossible to be Taylor).

This whole scene is used in the Lover Lyrics Video (X)

February 2020:

February 12:

Karlie is papped during New York Fashion Week wearing a daisy coat. (X).

February 18:

Karlie post a story with a drawing of the dress Taylor wore for the NFL ME! announcement...for Galentine's day:

February 27:

The Man MV is out with tons of Karlie's reference. (sadly I did not do a thread yet about all of it).

But the most important part is the fake wedding:

No one's there to officiate it.

But the absolute loudest thing of all is this:

Look closely at the ring. The pose. Everything.

See my Love Blackout post for more information on this, because this is LOUD (X)

February 28:

Every year since the Love Locked Down (X), Karlie takes a picture in Paris around that time.

Here's a thread of all the times since 2015: (X)

March 2020:

March 3rd:

Karlie post during a vacation. In the exact same snow outfit that Taylor posed in for Variety 4 months before.

And March 3d is also really really close to their anniversary...

March 20th:

Karlie's first post since Lockdown.

Also, first post of 2020 where she is wearring the Amulette de Cartier. (X) (Very important!)

You can also see those amazing posts about it (X) (X)

May 2020:

May 7th:

Taylor wears a daisy shirt on her Instagram post:

May 5th:

Karlie makes a post about a Turkey Baster...

Right aroung the time where she would have been trying to get pregnant for Levi to be born on March 11th 2020.

May 10th:

Taylor does a post for Mother's day with a video and caption talking about her being 10 months old.

(Levi is born 10 months later).

May 13th:

Eye theory in Karlie's Instagram story. (X)

March 14:

Taylor does a very interesting post about Buns in the oven.

9 days after Karlie's Turkey Baster post.

There's 10 buns on the picture, Levi was born 10 months later.

June 2020:

June 25th:

Karlie does a post about forgetting to feed the Tamagotchi.

Interesting. Considering that in Miss Americana, Taylor compares babies to Tamagotchis...

July 2020:

July 10th :

Karlie post a video on Instagram dancing in a cardigan in a forest. 13 days before Folklore's release.

Wich is practically identical to a video Taylor did for Folklore.

Taylor's Cardigan video:

Karlie's :

July 16:

Karlie does a story about her July Klossy Run Club with a calendar.

Her pfp points directly to Folklore's release date:

July 17:

Karlie post an interesting Instagram picture with a Sun Flower that is very reminescent of the Lover photoshoot Taylor did witht the daisy.

Also. Eye theory.

This is 7 days before Folklore's release.

Do you see the ressemblance?

July 23rd:

Karlie does a post with pictures of her in the forest à la Folklore.

This prompted a lot of medias to talk about how Karlie was showing her support to Taylor for her new album release.

I've reached my limit of 30 images per post!

Tumblr agrees with me that these girls are A LOT 😅 (In the best way!).

Here's the link to Part 2! : (X)

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Down The Rabbit Hole ⚝ Killian Jones x Reader (8)

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summary: Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.

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Tears fall down my face as I hoist myself back up the rabbit hole that started all this in the first place. I look up at the sky and wonder how the hell I'm going to go back to my regular life after that's happened. I lay there, for a couple of minutes, simply staring up at the sky and give myself just this moment to feel everything.

I was supposed to end Wonderland's suffering and become a leader but I couldn't even make the sacrifice necessary to do so. I failed everybody. Jefferson, McTwisp, The March Hare. Even Chesh. Hook looked guilty for what he did but I can't help but feel nothing but resentfulness towards him.

I stand up and look down at my clothes and realize I'm no longer wearing the White Queens armor. Instead, I'm back in my baby blue dress that's now covered in dirt. I wonder what my mother will think when she sees me. Probably disappointed, like usual. But she won't be for much longer.

I begin my walk back to the gazebo, where all of this started. When I approach I notice that everybody is still standing there, as if I hadn't been gone long at all. Everyone is murmuring amongst themselves, gossiping. Me walking away from that gazebo is the most interesting thing that's happened to them all year, while I just slayed the Jabberwocky.

Andy notices me first, standing off to the side and his eyes widen in concern at the sight of me. I feel my heart throb fondly at his concern when most would be furious with me. I just wish it throbbed in the way a heart should for its husband. I motion him over to me with his hand and he begins to make his way towards me without question.

The crowd parts for him, now noticing me as well. I see my mother's horrified face and his mother's disgusted one. I reach my hand out to Andy and he takes it, letting me lead him away from the prying eyes and ears around us.

We sit on a concrete bench, side by side, somewhat awkwardly. "Are you alright Alice, what happened to you?" He asks in a low voice, wrought with concern. I finally look at him and smile sadly.

"I love you Andy, but not in the way you want me to." I say, just as softly. I expect him to look hurt but he gives me a small, knowing smile.

"I know Alice." He tells me. I feel slightly shocked but it quickly passes.

"Then why-"

"Because there's no one I'd rather have by my side." He interrupts quickly. I open my mouth to respond but he continues, "You might come to love me as I do you or you may not. Either way... I think we make a good pair. As friends or as... possibly more if you wish." I feel guilt at his words, wishing more than anything that I could grow to love him beyond what I already feel.

"I accept your proposal Andy." I say, and I'm surprised when I don't feel any hesitation in me. His eyes widen and I fight the urge to laugh. I guess a part of me knows this is the best-case scenario. True love is just a myth after all and if I don't marry Andy I'll end up marrying someone who I despise. Perhaps that's his thought process as well. "On one condition." I add on before he can embrace me.

"Anything." He says with a large grin that I can't help but return.

"I want to sail, I want to explore the world like my father did. We can get a ship, we can go together!" I enthuse and he looks at me fondly.

"And what should we call our ship, Mrs. Digby." He inquires with a playful smile. I had almost forgot about the name change. Alice Digby.

"The Wonderland."

[urunknownwanderer]

Sup, man. Wanted to leave shit about me here so yall can know me more:)

• I'm 12-13 years old, don't try me.

• My pronounces are He/him or any pronouns. Just not feminine ones. (Genderfraun)

• Sexuality: Bisexual, Asexual

• I love music:3

• I might post rarely, because I'm very busy, and mainly because I'm trying to think about what to post without getting hate. I'm being careful. So please, If I post something offensive, calmly tell me, and I'll try my best to apologize.

• Please be respectful here. [this one doesn't count as info abt me.]

• I'll mostly post OC art.

• If you want me to draw your OC, just let me know:)

• I'll probably use the hellpark artstyle because I find it really easy to use. No, I won't say that it's my style.

• womp womp

• I'm Filipino:D

• My personality type is INTP

• Just call me Sev

fandoms I'm In:

Hellpark

South park

Fear Street

Puppet Combo

Scott Pilgrim

Sally Face

Corpse Party

Friday Night Funkin

Creepypasta

Ranfren (I'M A NORMAL FAN I SWEAR)

Mouthwashing

Music taste(Idrk why i put it here, it's just for fun.):

AC/DC

Radiohead

Green day

Nirvana (MY FAVV😍)

New Found Glory

My Chemical Romance

Ghost (I don't listen to this band that much, sorry.)

Alex G

Bowling For Soup

System Of A Down

Simple Plan

Sum 41

Arctic Monkeys

Incubus

Coheed and Cambria

The Click Five

Slipknot

Mother Mother

Topline Addicts

The Front Bottoms

Panic! At The Disco

Mindless Self Indulgence

Mitski

But sometimes...:

Mccafferty

Dirt Poor Robins

Gorillaz

The Crane Wives

Ado

Weezer

Måneskin

Blink-182

Destroy Boys

Paramore

The Living Tombstone

Three Days Grace

Foxy Shazam

Dom Fera

Things I Love:

Music

Sleep

My room

Guitars

Sharks

Dogs

Cats

Hamsters

MY FAV CHARACTERS😍

The moon

Space

Nirvana

When someone asks me to name songs from a band I know (some people gets annoyed by that, but not me. I'd gladly name songs if ya want me to)

Here's a few artists I love! (Istg they're so talented)

@koffeeaddiction

@invisible-hidden

@yuarose

@chickenstab

Uh... Homies?

@hyperjello

@theonewhoseeksart

Things I might post:

OC art

Possibly fanarts.

Random shit

I don't know anymore

Gore

I might update this post more because there might be a few more things I forgot to add.

That's it.

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask!:)

[cookies-are-nice]

Catalyst

Content : sibling drama(im an only child fyi), Happy Hanagaki family, Toman shenanigans (mikey x oc)

Auther's notes : I'll be posting a little bit less often, but I think this chapter is okay.

Chapter 3 : Misunderstandings

-ˋˏ ❀ * ‧₊˚* ੈ‧₊*❈꧁🥀꧂❈ * ੈ‧₊* *₊°❀ ˎˊ-

Sachiko threw her school bag on her bed and quickly hopped in her shower. Although the shower she took was a good one, she remained in the bad mood she carried home from her terrible day.

The poor girl forgot her English homework at home, so the teacher gave her a scolding. And to add to that, She got a 6/10 on her math exercise paper because her classmates were distracting her and her favourite teacher was disappointed with her. Furthermore, her wallet was nowhere to be found so she had to skip both breakfast AND lunch cause she had to stay back for detention. The detention was caused by a friend of hers, accidentally breaking a vase. Rose took the blame for her, except she didn't expect to starve the whole time. And then, she had to run home in the rain because she forgot her phone was charging at home and she couldn't call her driver.

The exhausted teen got dressed, dried her hair off and face-planted on a fluffy, comfortable bed. Nothing could've separated her from the bed at that point. Nothing except for the fact that her younger sister was still at the kindergarden. (I refuse to give her a break, the X from MHA didn't get a break you don't either SAYA INSAN ADIL)

Without hesitation, she shot up from her bed and called her driver. When she arrived at her sister's kindergarten, Sachiko asked her sister's teacher where little Yumi was. The teacher said that someone had already picked her up. Thinking her sister had been kidnapped, Sachiko rushed back home only to find that Takemichi had already picked Yumi up. Letting out a sigh of relief, she ran toward Yumi and hugged her.

"OH thank goodness! I thought something bad happened to you!" Sachiko cried out squeezing her 6-year-old sister.

"Heh, I figured you were staying back at school so I picked her up instead, sorry for giving you a scare." Takemichi timidly spoke.

"Thanks Takemichi, though, you had me thinking Yumi had been kidnapped for one second."

Sachiko turned to face Takemichi and noticed fresh bruises and cuts on his face. She told Yumi to go to her room. Once she was sure Yumi couldn't hear, she spoke.

"Again? This is the 3rd time you've come home like this idiot,"

"I know I jus-"

"No, No, you don't, " She interrupted. "You aren't telling me what happened nor are you fixing it. I need you to take this seriously"

"I am"

"NO! Time and time again you've come back like this and yet every single time I ask you, you brush it off and deny it!" She yelled at her brother. "What the hell do i do about this?!"

"I've told you, nothing! I'm sorting it out!"

"Damn it! Just let me help!"

"You don't need to help, I'm fine!"

"YOU-"

"I'M NOT LIKE HIM SACHIKO!"

Rose's eyes widened at that name, ah, she sure hasn't heard that name in a long time. After realising what he had said, Takemichi quickly apologised.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say that"

"No, you're right, you're not like him," She shot back. "you're far worse."

Taken aback by his sister's words, he softly asks her. "w-what do you mean?"

"Our father was a determined man. Despite that, he had always lacked something-kindness. You have a heart of gold Takemichi, you always h put yourself before others, constantly endanger yourself, " She takes a breath before continuing. "I'm scared that I'll lose you too..."

Tears started to well up in Sachiko's eyes.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you, it's just," She sobs. "-been a really hard day."

A tear crept down her face. Takemichi, not knowing what to do, takes her into a hug. Pulling away from the hug first, Sachiko says, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being a good brother."

Smiles made their way onto the siblings faces. While the two were enjoying the embrace, the door to Yumi's room creaked open. Out came the 4-year-old child, squeezing her blanket.

"Oh Yumi, did we scare you?" She pulls away from the hug to look at her little sister. The small child nodded and ran towards her siblings.

"Sorry Yumi, we didn't mean to..." After hearing her older brother's apologies, she raised both her hands, gesturing for Takemichi carry her. The clueless boy turned to Sachiko for help but only got a mocking chuckle paired with an evil smile in return.

"I'm not helping you! It's your turn to do Yumi-duty this time, goodnight~" Sachiko teased, quickly retreating into her room before her brother decides to ditch their little sister duty again.

She slept well, the soft sounds of silence lulling her to rest. Unfortunately, she wasn't quite so lucky the following morning.

"ACHỌÔŒÓÖ"

"BLESS YOU???"

Takemichi phrased, unsure whether that was a sneeze or not.

"than 'kyou" Sachiko said wiping her nose with a 5-ply tissue she had recently bought specifically to treat Takemichi's injuries.

"I think I'm si- ACHÓŐÛÚĔƏĂÂÔŒØŐĂỊŮĘÖ"

"WHAT THE FU-"

"-sick," Sachiko hurried to complete her sentence. "running in the rain doesn't seem like such a good idea to me anymore,"

Takemichi, still shocked by the fact that the demonic sound came from his sister, got up from the breakfast table to get a thermometer. Sachiko remained cuddled up on the sofa scrolling on her phone. Once her brother came back with the tool, he took her temperature. The thermometer showed a whopping 39.8°C.

"W-WHAT?!"

"what"

"YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!"

"IM GONNA WHAT?!"

"OH NO OH NO OH NO"

"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN THERMOMETER"

The sick girl snatched it out of her brother's hand and saw the temperature her body was in. Of course, having absolutely no experience in this matter, the siblings called the emergency number. Sadly, the emergency respondent told them to "give her panadol" and hung up.

In their state of panic, the two delicate snowflakes decide on calling Hinata. Takemichi ran to get his phone and was now talking to hinata in another room. Fortunately, Hinata was a normal person with a normal life and gave them normal advice. Rose took some fever medicine and was transported to her bed to rest.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Takemichi opened the door and was met with the faces of the founders of Tokyo Manji Gang.

"Takemichi!" The leader of Toman whined.

"OH? Why are you all here?" The confused boy questioned his friends.

"Oi Takemichi where the hell were you?" Draken shot a question of his own.

Coming to a a realisation, Takemichi quickly apologised. "OH NO! I forgot about the hangout, I'm Sorry! (⋟﹏⋞)"

"Takemichi how could you be so forgetful!" Mikey, very ironically, accused Takemichi.

"You're one to talk," Draken called his best friend out on his hypocritical behaviour.

"I'll kick your as-" His threat was interrupted by a feminine voice shouting, "Takemichi!"

The group of boys went silent when they heard the voice coming from Sachiko's room. Takemichi couldn't think of anything else to do, except to stand there, frozen.

"...Was that Hinata?"

"Uh, no bu-"

The atmosphere became serious almost instantly. The eyes in the room stared him down as if they were ready to pounce at Takemichi if he says the wrong thing. The poor boy's brain gave up on thinking as he was trying to find an answer that wouldn't earn him a kick to his head or a punch to his face.

Draken, tried of the silence, questioned, "Then who was that?"

Suddenly, the door to Sachiko's bedroom swung open. Out came a girl, wearing a crop top and shorts, though her body showed no signs of injury, she looked pale and lethargic.

"Takemichi, Where is my water?"

Once Rose saw the group of boys surrounding her brother, her flight-or-flight response had been activated. The girl looked at her brother, then back at the group, Not knowing their intentions, she took half a step back, retreating into her room.

"And who is this Takemichi?" the boy with blonde hair asked while eyeing here down suspiciously.

Sneaking a glance at her brother's expression,

Takemichi no longer had any worry or panic on his face, instead, it was replaced with an embarrassed one. After her suspicions were cleared, Rose started to calm down.

"I'm Takemichi's sister, Sachiko. Who might you be?"

Mikey, shocked at her statement, blurred out, "...sister?"

"We're Takemichi's friends and we've come to pick him up for a hangout." thankfully, Draken was the only sensible one and explained first.

Her brother had an expression that could be considered the prime example of relief. Most of their group looked dumbfounded while the others looked embarrassed.

"Oh, I see. Then, don't let me be a bother!" Sachiko no longer felt threatened by their presence, so she shoved her brother our the door, "Takemichi go."

"i-uh-wait-no-but-you-wait-"

"nonono you go hang out, I'll be fine"

She quite literally 'pushed' her brother to hang out with the friends of his.

"Thank you very much Sachiko-san." (chifuyu)

The polite boy took a bow and all of the exited the house quickly.

"Huh, they were surprisingly polite,"

Sachiko said to herself before taking a sip of the water she requested so many times. She looked out of their house window and saw her brother joking around with his friends. She was about to go back to bed but not before she noticed "Tokyo Manji Gang "imprinted on one of Takemichi's friend's jacket. The boy had a short figure and blond hair tied up halfway.

"He seems quite familiar...Have I met him before?"

Oh you sweet child, you have, so many times before.

I'm following most of the tr plot but I'm changing a little bit (I'm not letting anyone die)

[andromedaexists]

WUPDATE: CALL ME ICARUS

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑 || 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝙽𝚊𝙽𝚘

y'all i am so busy rn that i forgot to keep yous updated on my progress. moving forward i am going to try and be more present here, i am going to work my way through my backlog of tag games this weekend and queue up all the writing yous tagged me in.

this month is camp nano and it has kept my mighty busy. here is a list of things that has happened this month:

finished the prologue and chapters 1-10. i got them up for betas to read (if you'd like to beta for CMI, the form is still open to apply here)

got in contact with an artist and started the process of commissioning them for a cover (they just sent me the concept sketch and im!!!!!)

set an official publication date (announcement coming soon 👀👀👀)

submitted a query! (and realized that i don't want to trad pub so i'm self pubbing instead!)

started talking to formatting editors. i'm not sure if i'll be able to afford a good formatting review before publication, but i am in talks with someone who will let me use their Vellum!

started research on how to self pub/what company i want to go through (and actually set up a channel where i can dump my research once i compile it!)

cried a lot over this whole process. a lot.

so yeah! a lot has happened! a lot of good stuff, but a lot of stressful stuff as well! that's okay though, i'm just over the moon that i have an official pub date 🥰

i'm going to push through to the end of camp nano, but i am going to try and get back into weekly wupdates and just talking about writing a lot more. i was a little hesitant about joining camp nano given how bad regular nano went for me last year, but a new server i joined has really helped me find my love of writing again (thank you doom and clanky and so many others that i met through the bird app, i love you all)

anyways, enough rambling. let's get to what you guys are really here for: snippets! i am going to add a couple here (read, a snippet for each chapter i've missed updating here) to make up for my relative silence as of late:

Chapter 5:

There are two more encounters listed below it, but before Icarus can read them over he is distracted by a flash of gold entering the shop. His eyes shoot up, latching to the new patron standing in line with their back to him. It’s normal for bright colors and movement to grab his attention, but this time something feels different. He can’t put his thumb on it, but his brain is telling him that he should recognize them. It’s screaming that he should know who they are. But for the life of him, he cannot make out who it is. Whomst? The fuck? From this distance, he can’t see anything that might tell him who they are. Their plain black clothes could be the tell of an Elysian, but that isn’t a guarantee. The only truly identifiable trait is the halo of blond curls cascading over their shoulders. Why do I feel like I know them?

Chapter 6:

Ariadne whistles, a long and appreciative sound as she sees her husband’s work. The tattoo had been a beast to heal, but the hours of torturous pain and restless nights of endless itching had been well worth it. He spent days ogling the tattoo after it had first healed, the feathers look so real that you can almost feel them when running your hands over the inked skin. It is everything he wanted and then some. A feather-light touch runs down the etched skin. There is only one person who had ever touched him with that kind of reverence, his artist must have gotten up to inspect the tattoo. He is admiring his art—as he should—when he says, “Looks like you should have used more lotion.” He lets go of one edge of the hoodie to flip him the bird. It’s impossible to hide anything from his artist, of course, and he knew that his lackluster care would be noted. There are likely small splotches where the ink had fallen out due to his poor moisturizing regiment, but it’s not like he has much of a choice in that. Icarus drops the back of his hoodie with a sigh as he turns to face the artist again. YOU KNOW? HARD REACH AREA ALONE. His eyebrows raise as he speaks, his signs becoming large and boisterous. He then mimes trying to reach the middle of his back. That gets a chortle out of his artist and Ariadne. He hadn’t thought to consider how he would need to reach every part of his back before getting the tattoo, and the fact that he doesn’t have anyone in his life to help him makes it that much worse.

Chapter 7:

“Look,” Andromeda levels at him, voice growing in intensity as they say, “I understand that you don’t quite trust me yet. I mean, we just met yesterday. Hell, I don’t even know your name yet! But-” “Icarus.” He grabs the hoodie on the left and pulls it over his head. He takes a moment to pull his hair up and fasten it in a ponytail before turning and leaning back against the closet door. “My name is Icarus.” “Okay. Icarus. Y’know, that fits.” Their voice is calmer, quieter, as if that piece of information is enough to placate them. Icarus huffs. The name really does fit him, doesn’t it? Always jumping into things without thinking of the consequences, taking risks, and keeping shit close to his chest until he gets a bit too close to hubris and starts to fall apart. Falling in love with the sun personified. Burning, falling, crashing, drowning. Yeah, the name fits him. The only difference between him and the Icarus of myth is that he died at the end of his story. Icarus has no plans of dying. No, he plans of making it out the other end of his story and living to tell the tale.

Chapter 8:

“I thought the whole ‘Oh, Hestia has a pizza shop?’ ordeal would tell you that I have no idea where to go.” Huh, yeah, that should have clicked with him. It’s not like they could search up directions, they likely don’t have a phone just the same as him. Can’t risk having a way for someone to use GPS to locate him. It’s not like he has anyone to keep in contact with, anyways. “It’s just down the street. Go out the front of the building and head down West Saint Clair, it’s just past fourth street. I’d say can’t miss it but you very much could, there’s no sign out front. It’s the only building that looks like there’s someone living in it on that block, though.” “Got it. West Saint Clair, Fourth Street, not-abandoned building.” Andromeda repeats the directions to themself as they head towards the front door. “Anything else while I’m out?”

Chapter 9:

How could he forget? “Καιρὸς δε, Thanatos,” he mumbles as he stretches his arms out in front of him and rests his forehead on the blissfully cool counter. “And here I was thinking you weren’t gonna remember me.” Long gone is the shrill and timid voice of a sickly kid, replaced by one of the most soothing and deep tones Icarus had ever heard. “…Fair ‘nuff.” The vibrations of a glass hitting the counter top make Icarus look up. A glass of water, just water. He groans, that is not what he wants right now. He’s craving the sweet buzz of an energy drink, but that will require him to get up and walk around the island to grab one. Andromeda chuckles, not moving an inch as they watch Icarus suffer over the glass. “Quit pouting and drink.” He drops his head, turning his face away from the glass. “Oh come on, you big baby. Deja de hacer un berrinche y bebe.” They poke his cheek as he pouts. “Mira, food’s ready. Sit up and eat.”

Chapter 10:

“Why are we running?” they ask, gasping for air after the impromptu sprint. Icarus points to the bird as it hops along the ridge of the tent. He turns to watch their reaction, this is a big deal. Their eyes widen and their jaw drops open, they are just as shocked as he is. His smile has not left, though it dulls as their face drops to sadness and grim acceptance. What? “A crow.” Before he can say anything the look is gone. They beam a bright smile at him. “I can’t believe you found a bird! That’s definitely good luck for us.” But it’s not, their reaction sits wrong with him. He squints his eyes, watches them to see if that glimpse of despair will surface again. When it doesn’t, Icarus forces a smile on his face. If they don’t want to talk about it then he isn’t going to talk about it.

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[elena-gilbert]

Well, the year 2022 closer to end, I decided to make a follow forever! I don’t know what to say, but thank you for all your amazing posts for my dash and also to your lovely creations such as gifs, edits and much more. Y'all made my tumblr experience more enjoyable!💖

A-H

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[devilglow]

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[moonlightflowerss]

PARIS | Choi San

summary: San convinces you to go to Paris with him hoping it's the right time to confess you his feelings

pairing: san x very oblivious reader

word count: 2k

genre: friends to lovers, fluff

contains: teeth rotting fluff, reader is very much unaware of san's feelings, mentions of food, mention to being only one bed but very brief

a/n: written for @arixew

not proofread!

«what?! absolutely not» you shake your head in absolute disbelief, resuming your intense staring at your notes without being actually able to understand what's written on it.

«why not?? it's nice and you owe me a favor anyway» he mutters, making your eyes widen.

«first of all: don't play the favor card with me, second of all: i bet that's nice, but I can't. I have stuff to do, you know? a life, if you will. You should try to get one instead of asking me things like that» you move frantically your hands trying to stress the concept even more than your ironic tone does «now be quiet and let me finish this thing» you conclude, turning on your office chair and leaving San on the bed behind your back.

He sighs before leaving his torso fall on the soft mattress, waiting in silence for the next thing he can say to convince you.

He was invited to a meeting in Paris, two nights completely paid for him and whoever he wants to accompany him.

No way in hell he would've gone alone nor with anyone who isn't you.

He has clear feelings for you, absolutely blatantly infatuated.

Everybody knew that. Everybody except you; ant it's not the only thing you didn't know.

You were also completely oblivious on how your feelings are just as blatant.

In your head you're an absolute professional in the art of hiding feelings and acting normal while the truth is that everybody knows exactly what's going on, even San. Especially San.

He's one of your closest friend before being everything else and you know he knows you like the palm of his hand. The thing is that he knows you better than you think but, as much as he was pretty sure of your thoughts and feelings toward him, he didn't want to force anything out of you while being a little too shy to confess.

He's sure he will find the courage in Paris, he just needs to convince you.

San takes another deep breath before snapping back up, sitting straight on the bed.

«you have to come, I already said I will be with someone»

«this really doesn't sound like my problem» you lightly laugh

«it is your problem until you don't agree»

«just ask someone else!» you snap, turning on your office chair to face him

«i already did, nobody can come» he didn't

«no you didn't»

«i did»

«you did not»

«and even if it was true what's the problem if I want to go with you?»

Your heart is pounding at this point.

There are no actual problems beside your feelings which you think are nowhere near mutual.

«i have stuff to do» that's the best you could come up with, trying to cut off as soon as you can the silence that was created by your hesitation in trying to find a fitting answer

«like?» he raises his brows

«none of your business, San»

«tell me whatever you have to do and I will postpone it for you. Whatever it is» he says, his faithful gaze burning your own eyes «please?» he adds, with a small voice.

You sigh.

If it wasn't so impossible for you to wrap your head around the fact that it's absolutely possible that San could have feelings for you even if in your eyes he's so out of your league, you would be laughing at how poorly he hides his being an absolute simp.

«i'll finish this and then I'll think about it. I'll tell you in a few days»

«you have two days top, okay?» he asks before taking a glance at the clock and getting up

«yes, chief, I'll let you know» you chuckle

«i will not take a no» he whispers with a hand on the side of his mouth like he's saying a secret, before kissing your forehead and rushing out "because he had to meet with Yunho and he forgot". In all actuality, he rushed out of your house to call Yunho to have a prep talk for your trip to Paris.

«didn't she say "I'll think about it"?» the taller asks, clearly perplexed

«it means yes»

And San is right.

Less than a week after you are in an airplane to Paris with San on your side throwing excited smiles at you every time he can.

Once you get at the hotel it's almost night already and the cold weather with the feeling of tiredness that you both feel make you agree on staying in the room and just order something to have a proper dinner.

Much to nobody's surprise, there is just one bed.

A huge, soft, elegantly decorated, only bed.

Nothing to worry about, you already slept in the same bed with him. You're friends.

If just San wasn't able to read your thoughts like they were written on your face it would've been better.

But he just remains silent, relaxed and acts like nothing is happening. Leaving you in your self made conviction that he has no idea what you're thinking.

The night goes by very fast, and soon the fatigue gets over both of your bodies letting you fall asleep soundly until the morning after.

"at the meeting. probably will end around 6. See you tonight. p.s. text me when you wake up :)"

That's what your eyes meet in the morning instead of San's face.

You took a while to collect your thoughts before texting San and preparing to go out and walk through the city.

Although you tried to distract yourself with music, your mind kept rushing to San making you end up with a lot of small things you wanted to give him.

Including some pastries and flowers.

«ta-da!» you greet him as soon as he opens the door to your shared room, standing in front of the small table with all of the small gifts for him on top

«what's this?» he smiles, his heart about to explode from how happy he feels

«i went for a walk and saw some nice things I wanted to share with you» you explain, trying to keep your cool in spite of your pounding heart and the man you are head over heels for.

He thanked you. Like a thousand times.

And after appreciating every single one of your gifts and sharing the pastries with you a comfortable but expentant silence descends.

He moves a step closer, delicately caressing your hair; your gazes linking with each other.

«should we get on the bed? I'm a bit tired» he asks, voice low and soft.

You nod like he has put you under a spell and get on the bed, cuddling against each other like you always do trying to ignore the tension from before.

After a couple of hours he moves to look at the hour before taking a deep breath.

«i have a surprise too, but you have to wear the very smart dress I told you to pack» he informs you before sitting straight on the bed

«what?» you look at him with both perplexion and surprise in your eyes «wasn't it for the lunch with your company tomorrow?»

«surprise!» he laughs before getting up and quickly take his smart suit out of the closet «see you at 8 in the hall! I'll get dressed in Hong's room!» he says excitedly before leaving without leaving any room for you to debate.

You almost feel disoriented for what just happened and you take a while before collecting your thoughts once again and starting to get prepared.

A little after the time he told you you're finally ready taking your coat and your purse.

Just as you were taking the last glance before leaving the room you hear a knock on the door and you open it to find a simley, excited, incredibly dressed San.

«you ready?» he asks before glancing over your body «you look amazing» he almost whispers, making your cheeks heat up and your throat dry

«you too» you shyly reply before closing the door behind your back «shall we go?» you ask.

He nods and offers you the arm, that you gladly take, before going in the elevator.

Strangely enought thought, San doesn't press the Zero button.

«didn't we have to go in the hall?»

«there's a little change of plans» he smiles proudly.

When the elevator doors finally open you both have to walk up another set of stairs before arriving on the roof of the hotel.

Opened the heavy metal push-door the most amazing view get displayed in front of you.

A nicely prepared table with fairy lights and candles over and on it, with the whole city shining behind it.

«San» you just whisper in awe, still taking in the view.

He doesn't answer, he just wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your temple

«i wanted to thank you for move your very urgent commitments and coming here with me» he chuckles sweetly, voice soft «let'go eat» he adds, stroking your arm and starting to move towards the table.

Your body moves before your mind can, getting on your tiptoes and throwing your arms over his shoulders in a tender hug. He catches you chuckling, squeezing your waist and bending a little just to have your feet well planted on the ground.

When you two divide from the hug you find your faces way closer than they usually are.

Your noses almost touch each other, and you feel like you could throw up so you slowly back up until your bodies aren't touching anymore.

«it's beautiful, thank you. Let's go eat?» you try to cut off the tension chuckling lightly; convincing yourself that this tension is just in your head.

The dinner goes amazingly just like both of you, deep down, wished.

The whole city of Paris witnessed your loving gazes and stolen touches, both of you shyly beating around the bush waiting for the other one to make a move.

Now you're both leaning on the railing sometimes looking forward and sometimes leaning sideways to look at each other.

You feel your head light from all of it, wanting to do something but being too afraid to ruin everything. In the meantime, San is internally panicking, trying not to drop the conversation while testing the waters by quickly caressing your back, then your head, then wrapping an arm around you. Making every little move that led you to this.

You're so close that your noses rub together, his arms tightly wrapped around your waist lightly stroking your covered skin with his thumbs.

He tilts his head just a little more, enough to tell you that he's waiting for you. Like everything else didn't already tell you that he's been waiting for you all this time.

The long awaited kiss is warm, sweet, affectionate, and it felt like the both of you were finally set free.

Soon enough your hands intertwine his hair with your fingers while he carefully steps forward until you are against the railing, giving your back at the shimmering city.

One of San's hands reaches your cheek, stroking it softly before hooking delicately the side of your face to tilt it however he needs.

The chilly air is the only thing that brings you both back on earth making you shiver and him squeeze you even more in his arms.

«let's go inside» he softly says, smiling, honey covering his every word.

All the journey between the terrace and the door to your room was silent, but comfortable. Excitement rushing through every cell of your bodies.

San refused to take his hands off you, waiting impatiently for the door to close again to kiss you again and again and again, every piece of your body, until the sunrise.

It's the hunger that makes your eyes open again, just a few hour later since you closed it.

San is holding you tight, blocking your whole body with his but somehow there's breakfast for both of you on the nightstand.

«i ordered it while you were asleep» he says, once again able to read your thoughts just by looking at your face «morning» he adds, all smiley while he pecks you all over your face and neck, making you giggle.

«let's eat, we have to catch the flight in a couple hours and once we get back home we have some things to finish» he smiles, squeezing you one last time before sitting upright with you and starting your days.

[monsterfloofs]

🐻‍❄️🚑🚨

And if allowed I'd like to add "he's just a teddy bear!" To the prompt, if not that's alright :)

(A little different art this time! Challenging myself to do more traditional coloring so these little paintings are done in copic marker >=3 )

Logan (Male Ursine) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

You pace back and forth, a mirror held up to your ear, "Yes, I know, I promise I'll be fine." The other voice on the phone makes you roll your eyes with frusteration. "No, I am not going to transfer to another urgent care center, the receptionist here is literally a teddy bear! Just a teddy bear! If you met him-- Yes-- Yes I know polar bears are apex predators-- All bears are apex predators, but he's 'not' a bear! He might be related to bears but that's not the same--" You bite your lip glaring around at the snow falling outside.

"Okay I get you're worried for my safety, but you're being narrow minded right now. Do you know the background checks they have to run at places like these? -- Look, I am going back inside, it's freezing out here -- Yes, I will let you know I will be heading home."

You end the connection and snap the mirror shut, shoving it into your back pocket.

"For crying out loud. . . as soon as you tell them you have a crush on an ursine they go ballistic. . ."

You sigh, resting your head against the columns outside the center.

"Is everything alright?"

You quickly turn around and try to rearrange your expression into a smile. "Yeh. Just had a phone call I needed to take. Sorry Logan, ready for your break?"

Logan's dark eyes peer curiously at you before giving a nod. Following you back inside. "I'll try not to take too long, and if someone asks any questions, I'll be in the next room over, you can always come and ask me anything."

You give a thumbs up, traveling from the outside and the small hallway and waiting room before you open another door that leads to the reception window. You plunk yourself down, resting your hands on your cheeks.

"Ah. . . are you sure you'll be okay without me? I can always eat with you in here. . ."

Logan hesitates in the doorway, his stature taking up most of the empty space of the threshold. You're pretty sure you've seen him knock his head on the door frame before.

You shake your head and wave your hand.

"No way! You go enjoy your lunch! Like you said, I can just come get you if you have any questions. Besides. . . don't you have to study?"

"Oh n-no. . ." He groans, hiding his face in his paws. "I forgot all about it!"

You grin as he lumbers off to go into the employees locker area.

[leifkncries]

MAMMON'S HUMAN AU 3

i completed this a while before, but i was hesitant to post it since it didn't have much. (if anyone wants to write their own version of this, you're free to do so! just add some credit hehe)

finally, motivation- *it gets snatched*

also i tried to make levi more smug in this chapter? idk why

also marco/mammon's love language is definitely giving/receiving gifts you cannot tell me anything other than that

also should i joke about how i removed most of the drama and actually good plot from the game to just create some 'them being brothers' moments L M F A O

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Marco yelped as his younger brother glided across the hallway, into his room. 'Man, what the fuck is goin' on?!' Marco mentally sobbed in his mind, widened blue eyes showing panic and uneasiness. "I just wanna talk about anime, you know?" Leviathan had a smile on his face. 'I.. somehow don't believe that.' He thought, a drip of sweat falling from his forehead.

It wasn't like it was hot, it was just anime logic.

"Why do ya wanna talk to someone about anime, eh?" Marco asked, troubled. "Uh, I'm an otaku, duh." Levi rolled his eyes and scoffed, and finally they reached the room. "I have the coolest room here, so you better be fawning over the room! You should be proud that I would let a human in here! The only reason you're here is because you aren't a normie!" Levi rambled, huffing his chest in pride.

"Eh? Understood, I guess." Marco shook his own hand, furrowing his brows at the tight grip of the purple haired demon. "Well," Levi held a smug look. "You better appreciate it. It's been too long since you've been here, after all." His gaze softened, and He muttered the last part to make sure Marco didn't hear it.

Leviathan slammed-opened the door, revealing the bright lights. He grinned brightly, it did look good for his brother! "I'm gonna tell you the lore of every anime!" Levi exclaimed, excited. "Uhhhhh." Marco felt like He was about to die. His eyes darted across the room, observing the furniture placed in the room.

"Is that a goldfish?" Marco asked, looking at the happily swimming creature in the fishbowl. "That's Henry 2.0! He's named after my favourite protagonist! He's from TSL or The Tale Of The Seven Lords!" Leviathan gushed, starry eyed. '2.0? What the hell happened to the first one?' Marco shivered, the possibilities endless. (most of them are associated with murder)

"Oh right, TSL!" Levi's eyes widened, and blush coated his cheeks (passion for TSL). "Do you know TSL?" He inquired. "No, I was close to reading it, though." Marco answered truthfully. "You've been wasting your time… Oh well, I'll tell you all about it, consider it an honor! TSL is about.." Leviathan began his storytelling. Marco scrunched his nose. This'll be a long day.

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||timeskip to the next damn day||

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Two students were currently whispering and talking to each other. "Hey, dude. Look at him, He's the human everyone's been talking about. Doesn't He kind of look like Lord Mammon?" A pursed their lips, staring at Marco. "Oh Diavolo, He really does. If we eat him, will we get punished?" B joked, a sly smirk on his face.

Marco froze. 'Demons n humans.. Demons kill humans.. Fuck!' Sweat dripped down from his forehead as He took a run for it. 'I forgot about the relationship between humans and demons cause they weren't acting hostile to me! I searched up on Demon Chrome about Mammon. He… didn't have the best reputation.' He narrowed his eyes, scoffing. 'Wonder why it makes me sour..' He sighed.

"Hey, you there." A light voice interrupted his train of thought. "That's right, I'm talking to you, the human with that frightened, tormented look on your face that demons love sooo much." He curtly smiled. 'Damn, who hurt 'em? Whatever, this guy looks like a medicine dealer.' Marco insulted in his thoughts.

i give up on trying to do the actual storyline. fuck it, i'm gonna do things the non sensible way

"Do you want demons to come and eat you? Take it easy, won't you?" The white haired man chuckled. "I'm guessing you're the human 'Marco', hm? Your DDD fell out and I have it." His lips curled into a smile. 'I didn't feel my DDD fall out. Are you sure you ain't a mercury dealer or a thief?' Marco huffed. "Thanks or whatever, yeah I'm Marco." The other white haired man replied.

(mercury is a reference to mercury drug, a store in my area)

"Anyways, who're you and how d'ya know my name? Am I famous or somethin?" Marco joked a bit, but still held his ground. The other white haired man's lips parted, but He recovered his sly smile pretty quickly. "Don't you know? Anyone could be a celebrity at RAD if they're a human exchange student. You have Leviathan as your guardian, and people say that you have already gained the favour of all the Demon Lords. Seeing as you look like him, I guess I believe it now." He chuckled lightly, amused.

"Oh, right. Here's your phone." The man pursed his lips and gave Marco his phone. "I'm Solomon, 'also' a human." Solomon introduced himself politely, waving his hand. 'Wait… heh?!' Marco's jaw dropped, stilling. "Oh? Did I not seem to be a human like you? Well, that's a little offensive." Solomon sighed, a dismissive expression on his face.

"Whatever, most people don't believe I'm a human as well. I've secured a pact with… a certain amount of demons." Solomon's smile wavered as He whispered that last part. The bell suddenly rang, indicating that you should probably head over to class. "Oh, it seems our meeting was cut short." Solomon perked up at the sound.

"Well, I wish you the best, Mammon Morningstar." He smirked, leaving Marco alone, confused. "Weird ass mother fucker.." Marco shivered. 'Whateva', I need to go to class.' He tutted and sighed, but started to walk to class. If He's honest, Marco felt as if He never went to actual human school. He has vague memories, but it's as if He.. just wasn't that person.

It's like this body was possessed by another soul, before it was handed over to him.

Like magic, twirling around his brain trying its best to take over the conscious state of mind, trying to make him believe He was crazy for thinking that way.

But well, magic can't overpower a demon lord.

The spell didn't work, but there were still bits of magic that managed to come in and succeed with little parts of his brain.

It was…. unnecessarily weird. And confusing.

"Ah.. Marco?" A ravenette interrupted the short monologue. "Eh?" Marco perked up, looking at the black haired demon. "Ah it's…. me, Lucifer." He pursed his lips as He stared at the white haired man. "I see, you were talking with Solomon?" His gaze hardened. A shiver went up Marco's spine. Jeez, the devildom is terrifying.

"You.. shouldn't talk with him. He may seem harmless at first, but He has a ring that's imbued with magic. He has secured a pact with many demons. He's dangerous. Don't interact with him. I'm sure that Lord Diavolo would think it's pleasant that you survived the first day, I suppose." Lucifer coughed and looked away, narrowing his eyes.

'He reminds me of a tsundere…' Marco grimaced, but scoffed as He registered what the demon said. "The only reason I survived was 'cause Levi wouldn't let me escape his damned room. He even brought dinner up to his room! He nearly forced me t'a sleep in his room as well!" He let a groan escape his mouth. It was tiring.

Lucifer glanced at Marco, and a sigh was let out of his throat. "Leviathan.. That idiot." A tic mark appeared on his forehead. "I apologize for his behavior. He's.. excited, that's all." He narrowed his eyes as He uttered that sentence. He was clearly annoyed.

"Eh?" He blinked in surprise. 'Wasn't He the Avatar of Pride? He shouldn't be givin' up his pride like this..' He raised a brow. "Uh.. sure, all's good I guess." He sweatdropped, walking away from the demon lord. "Ah..!" Lucifer's eyes widened, as if noticing something. "Hm?" Marco hummed. "N-nevermind, Get to class." Lucifer commanded.

"Aye aye." He mimicked a pirate and walked away, confused with what the fuck was going on here.

Lucifer sighed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black credit card. "I wonder… Would He like it?" He asked himself, before putting it back into his pocket. He should go head over to Lord Diavolo, there were some reports He had to deliver to him.

'Would He really like it? It seems like his Greed has been wiped from him. In fact, it seems as if his virtue (charity) has come back. But I can't judge immediately, as we've just met each other once again. Wait, why am I even thinking that this human is Mammon? The chances of him being here would be.. nearly impossible. Unless someone is pulling the strings, It couldn't happen.' Lucifer thought in his mind.

How troubling. Does this idiot not know that Lord Diavolo and Barbatos have planned this ever since the beginning? After Mammon got transmigrated into a shut-in called Marco… Oh wait, I can't just spoil what happened. Go read the old planning for the Mammon Human AU (on tumblr. this is here because i posted this on ao3 as well) if you wanna theorize.

goes into hibernation

[stars-and-scars-recs]

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[tealenko]

The Three Letters (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6: A Journey to the Past

This got more experimental than usual… Upsss?? I even had to divide the chapter in two because it was already too long XDDD So this is now a 15 chapters fic (for now lol). Don't worry, I'll finish it no matter how many chapters I add (it will take me a while because I have a life and that kind of stuff ehehehehe but I'll finish it, don't worry about it.)

So yeah… Jacob centered chapter (that's another reason this took so long to write… English is not my first language, and changing my writing to fit his speech is really challenging for me. It gives me room to be creative though, which is always a win).

Anyways~ Hope you enjoy it!!

Oh, almost forgot XD The canon dialogue is in bold and the inner thoughts in italic

Summary: Jacob gets absorbed by his own memory and, while Lara tells everyone how she managed to acquire the Atlas, his mind travels back in time to relive everything he felt while he stayed behind.

Words: 3268

Rating: Teens and Up All Chapters -> [link] Read in AO3 -> [link]

I suggest you read this one in my AO3, here I can't show the real format of the chapter.

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Just as Sofia predicted, once the whole dining and music is over, everyone reunites and sits forming a circle in the area they were dancing less than an hour ago, and, of course, Lara quickly becomes the center of attention.

The two girls sit together after Sofia secures a seat in the best lit area. Her father, to her surprise, doesn't follow them, and instead decides to sit right behind the opposite part of the circle, resting his weight onto the fence of the closest cabin, sitting alone in the dark where only Lara, who stands up to share her stories, has a clear view of him.

Jacob doesn’t know how to feel about the whole deal. Part of him is really curious about her past before she found them and all her adventures after she left Siberia a few years ago. But, another side of him, is truly worried she’s going to force herself to share something she’s not ready yet to tell. 

He gives her a ‘you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to’ look right before she’s about to speak, to which she replies with a soft smile to reassure him that she’ll be okay.

Lara has shared with him bits and pieces of what led them to meet years ago, but even he is surprised to hear the full story, mesmerized by the way she shares the astounding achievements she accomplished like it’s nothing special, and heart broken by the inflection in the tone of her voice as she talks about Grim, Alex and especially about Roth, subtle enough to hide her true emotions from anyone else but not good enough to fool him too.

The moment she finishes the story, explaining their escape from the island, everyone starts to murmur all at once, commenting on their favorite bits with whoever is sitting right by their side. 

Everyone except Jacob.

Jacob, who keeps processing everything she just said, quickly starts to worry not about her words, but for all the untold details they implied, wishing with all his heart to have misinterpreted some of the things that only him was able to catch, especially about the whole story of how she got her first kill.

He spirals into these thoughts for a while before someone’s voice raises among the whispers to ask Lara a direct question.

“And what about Sam? Is she okay now after all that?” Says one of the villagers, curious about the consequences of the experience on the poor girl that almost got sacrificed to a ghost japanese queen. 

“Yeah…” Lara smiles and nods, but there’s a hint of hesitation on her words before she continues. “Or so I’m told… I haven’t seen her in a while.” She sighs and takes a moment before continuing. “ We cut ties even before I came here…” And redirecting her eyes to Jacob she adds: “...sometimes you have to sacrifice things for the greater good and I… I needed to keep going.”

Lara’s mind spirals for a bit into her own memories, trying to pinpoint the precise moment where her friendship with Sam started to crumble into pieces, tainting their shared and happy years with all the misery that followed them. 

Nevertheless, after a few seconds of reflection, she manages to get back to her train of thoughts, shaking her head a couple of times in order to do so.

“And that’s what led me here, in the end.”

The whole village starts to cheer and clap at her sentence, which makes Lara smile a little, surprised by their reaction to being now featured as the center of the story.

“Well, I guess that you already know how this part goes, so I’ll skim through it…” 

In less than a second she gets the negative reaction she was expecting, with everyone, especially the younger part of the group, wanting to hear the whole thing with as many details as possible, which makes her smile even more.

“Okay, okay… I’ll start from the beginning.”

And so she does.

There’s a general hush and anticipation when she starts talking, everyone paying all the attention possible to everything she’s saying. But this peaceful atmosphere, just as she imagines, doesn’t last for long. 

The claps start as she begins to explain how she escaped from Konstantine’s prison, helping Jacob to get out of the cell where they met for the first time, and carry on as she tells them how he saved her life back in return after they fell into the freezing river.

All eyes go to Jacob as they keep cheering and clapping, making him break into laughter to finally stand and make a subtle bow before looking at Lara, which she returns right away.

Sofia blushes, and everyone giggles, as she explains how this one almost shot at her at the entrance of the village, the first time she tried to set foot on it, followed by a: “We’re lucky Jacob made it back just in time!” That an unknown villager shouts from the back of the crowd, making all of them laugh even more.

Lara spends a great deal time explaining the details of the high and lows of her journey, very amused by the way the they react to her story: gasping, cheering and laughing in an almost never ending loop, only occasionally interrupted by a thick silence that spreads for a few minutes whenever she tackles the more serious moments of her past.

Jacob listens with care back where is sitting, alone behind the whole crowd, paying attention to everything she says as his mind throws memories at him to complete what she’s left out of her speech on purpose.

So, when she tells them how they argued about the Atlas and went to look for it, even when he told her not to, his mind drifts away instantly to replay the part of the story she’s not telling them. 

His side.

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Jacob is seated at the end of the observatory stairs, his eyes fixed to the ground as his mind replays the whole conversation all over again.

“Then help me find it… Before they do!”Jacob hesitated for a second, with his heart shattering into pieces. Half of him wanting to aid her, half of him dreading the thought of it.  

As he would come to regret later on, his fears were the ones to win the battle. “This is not your burden.”

That didn’t really happen… He says to himself, in a futile attempt of changing what he knows to be the truth.

“Of course it is! My father died for this.”Her words scared his heart more than he was expecting. So he chose his own even more carefully. More targeted.

He lets his head fall down between his knees, bringing his hands to the back of his neck.

He chose to hurt her. “You can’t fill the emptiness inside you, Lara.” 

“It didn’t happen…” He whispers unconsciously, like his body thinks that the past will be miraculously rewritten by manifesting his wishes out loud on the present. 

Nevertheless, his futile attempts to erase the last hour of his life are just that: futile. His only relief being brought to him in the shape of a memory, the last of his words to Lara, that now also apply to him, slithering through his mind to give an end to both stories.

“You can only set it free.”

“I can only set it free…” He replies to his past self, now in his present, knowing he doesn’t have any other option than to accept what’s happened and move forward.

But, after everything said and done, how could he?

“Father…”

The sudden appearance of a new voice interrupting his train of thoughts doesn’t startle Jacob, who has been expecting to have this conversation for a while now.

“I know… ”

His voice almost breaks as his mind quickly replays the highlight of their argument.

“You can’t fill the emptiness inside you, Lara.”

“How could you say those things to…”

His mind fights back one last time, torturing with the memory of the shock on Lara’s face after hearing his reproach.

“I’m gonna find it. With or without you.”

“I know.” He replies, in a much firmer tone of voice now, angry with her for risking her life because of him, and angry at himself for allowing it.

“You can pay it with me if you want to, but that’s not gonna get you anywhere.”

“...” Jacob sighs and takes a moment to calm down as he leans a little backwards, resting his weight on his elbows. “I know.” He admits one last time, raising his head to look at his daughter in an apologetic way. “I’m sorry.”

Sofía breaks a little smile and takes a seat by his side, looking for a few seconds at the last ray of sun setting on the horizon before speaking one more time.

“You know she will find out, right?” She finally tells him.

“I just wished…” He starts saying without thinking, mainly to himself, while turning his head to look at his daughter, sitting right next to him with a confused look in her eyes. “I mean… I know… She’s quite clever, isn’t she?” Jacob rectifies just in time, successfully masquerading his true feelings behind his usual ambiguity.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He is confused for a second before understanding the switch on his daughter’s opinion and what she is truly trying to imply with her words.

“I thought you didn’t trust strangers…”

“Lara is no longer a stranger.” She replies, feeling a bit ashamed of how she acted and treated her at the beginning of their relationship. “And, to be honest, she may be the only one able to end this, once and for all.”

Jacob smiles faintly at his daughter’s words.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

“Then?” 

“I honestly don’t know…” Jacob sighs. “But you’re right, I should tell her.”

He takes his time, still hesitating about it, but he finally stands up, with his daughter following him right after, and turns to look at her before asking what he’s been anxious to inquire. 

“Do you know where I may find her?”

“Erm…” Sofia’s expression drastically freezes in a matter of seconds. “You’ll see…” She attempts to evade his question, without any success.

“You didn’t tell her…” He barely whispers, shocked by what he’s fearing.

Jacob closes the distance between them as fast as he’s able, grabbing his daughter by the arms in the process. 

“Tell me you didn’t tell her!”

Her father’s choice of words startles Sofia, who never in her entire life has seen him raise his voice or react to something like this.

“I...” She doesn’t know how to answer, shocked by the tinge of anger on Jacob’s sentence. Nevertheless, he doesn’t need to hear it to know what she is hesitant to say out loud.

Reality hits Jacob harder than expected, piercing a void in his heart only to be filled by fear and rage.

“You send her to face the deadless, on her own.” The dread of this thought seems to wound his soul in a way he’s never experienced before, feeling like an invisible thread is attached to it, and an unknown force that keeps pulling it with all its strength in an attempt to rip all his being inside out.

Sofía finally manages to recover from the initial shock, and quickly stands her ground, stating what she really thinks about the topic that brought about their entire argument.

“I didn’t send her anywhere, father.” She replies, feeling a bit hurt by his words. “And, no… I didn’t try to stop her either.” Jacob closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath, slowly releasing his daughter from his grasp. “Besides, I think you already know I wouldn't have been able to do so even if I wanted to.” 

Silence fills the air for a few seconds.

Sofia is now the one taking a moment to clear her mind after saying all this, trying to be understanding of her father's situation, thinking that Lara discovering their secret is what keeps him uneasy, and unaware of the true feelings that are now causing Jacob’s heart to crumble at the mention of her name. Tortured by the thought that she’s is now in danger because of him. 

“I know what you must be feeling…” 

You do not. His mind answers, too deep into his suffering to keep denying the true feelings that hide behind it.

“I know why you’re upset.”

You do not. He thinks again, but he nods, not ready yet to share the truth with anyone else.

“And Lara… Lara is strong. And wise.” 

That manages to get a subtle smile out of him, followed by a second nod.

“She can handle it… And I think she really wants to help us.”

“...” 

Another deep breath.

“Your… Our secret, will be safe with her.”

“...” Jacob nods a third time, following his gesture with a quick hug. “I know…” He finally answers in the middle of it. “I know.”

After the embrace is over, Sofia spends a couple of seconds analyzing his expression and, completely fooled by his now peaceful demeanor, she smiles at him and asks if we would like to help her fortify the main village.

“Levi has offered to help me, but if you want to join me…”

“I’d love to…” He replies with a faint smile. 

“But?” 

The fact that she knows him so well gets a chuckle out of him.

“But… I have other matters to attend to.” He lies. “I am sorry.” He lies again. “Do you mind if I join you later, once I’ve finished?”

“Sure.”

He despises not being honest, especially with his family but, right now, he needs to be alone. 

He needs to think, and his daughter, who maybe senses more than she’s able to understand, quickly grants his wishes, giving him a peck on the cheek and walking away, leaving Jacob with his fear, his guilt and his feelings, along with his never ending stream of desperate thoughts.

Forgive me, Sofia… He apologizes now that she’s gone, while he starts walking without a fixed route, hating the fact that he’s deceiving her by keeping the cruel truth to himself. But… I cannot tell you… At least, not yet. I… I don’t even understand…

He does.

“I…”

And he cannot pretend he doesn’t. Not anymore. Not after today.

I…

Even his thoughts choke when he thinks of it, unaware there were feelings left for him to discover after so many years and so many lives.

Another deep breath.

“...”

Jacob keeps walking, with the darkness as his only companion, letting his feet guide him wherever they want to go.

Why now? 

He asks, more to the heavens than to himself, mortified by the cruel timing he thinks the Lord has chosen for this to happen. 

A part of him is almost expecting to get a reply to the question, unconsciously waiting for minutes to hear something in the wind as he keeps walking away while headed nowhere. 

But it does not arrive. 

It never arrives. 

So he tries again.

“Why her?”

His voice disappears into the air along with his question. This time around although, he is not expecting an answer, and perhaps, or better said most likely, it’s because he already knows it.

After minutes of wandering, without a set course or route, he finally stops walking and, even if he hasn’t been paying attention to the path taken, now that he’s there he’s perfectly aware of where he’s been headed since the beginning.

After all, it is his favorite place in the entire world.

Despite the darkness, Jacob knows to perfection where everything is. Every little plant, every little rock. The hidden path that leads to the rim of the cliff, which he takes without hesitation, as he’s done countless times before, sitting on the edge, with his legs hanging from it, as he rests all his weight back and relaxes a little, taking in the views that hold such a special place inside his heart.

The murmur of the river and the thundering waterfall, crashing in the otherwise silent night, is a well known melody for him. A masterful composition that always manages to calm him down no matter the problem he needs to face.

That’s another first for Jacob. For, this time around, his thoughts, slowly but surely, are becoming louder than this cherished symphony, flooding his mind with too much noise to let him hear anything else.

The glimmers of light that sparkle in the water, which he usually examines for hours, caused by the stars and the moon that shine brighter than ever on the dark indigo sky are not enough, for the first time ever, to catch his attention or, better said, distract him, from what’s really eating him alive.

Instead, what used to be his sanctuary, seems to be turning in a new weapon for the universe to torture him even further, in which everything he ever thought to be beautiful or mesmerizing, is now just a reminder of each and every inch of all her being.

He cannot look at the dark shimmering river without picturing her sparkling umber eyes, or hear the water crashing against the rocks without imagining her voice and her laugh, nor feeling the air run through his hair without remembering hers flowing in the wind.

Why her? He asked before, and asks again, despite knowing way too well why.

“Why her…?” He murmurs now, but with a different tone, questioning the question instead of its subject. “Her indeed… Her.”

Jacob laughs at the thought of it.

How not?

How? He finally surrenders, and all his feelings break loose.

How could someone meet her and walk away?

A deep breath in, a deep breath out.

How could anyone think of anything after thinking of her.

His eyelids fall, his heartbeat hikes.

How can they look away when she’s on sight?

How can they move? How can they breathe?

Right hand on the ground. 

Left one on his knee.

How can my soul not fall apart?

How does one fight his own heart, if it’s not really meant to be?

How can I do more than crash, and burn and fall again, right at her feet?

~

The memory is so vivid that it takes him a little to hear the loud sound of people reacting to the end of Lara’s story about the Atlas, muffled by the reminder of that unforgettable night, where he realized he could no longer deny that he had fallen in love as never before in his life.

She stops talking just in time to see him starting to come back, taking the opportunity, now that the crowd speaks and laughs, to set her focus on Jacob for the first time in a while.

Him, on the other side, still needs a few more seconds to catch up.

The sound of the river gradually transforms back into laughter, the crash of the water into their comments, and his mind finally returns to reality, after its enthralling journey to the past, finding now, in his present, his only reason to come back and to keep going.

His eyes quickly search for hers, which are already waiting for him, falling again into that mesmerizing umber glow, as he did so long ago, and letting their gaze melt into one another as they both get lost into the other’s sight. 

Way too enchanted to look away.

Way too in love even try.

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Hell yeah!! Spent more than an hour on that ending, believe it or not, and I'm still not 100% happy about it… But overall I'm soooo happy to post a new chapter for this fic.

Next one we have Lara's pov of the "true" ending of RotTR so… yeah! Get ready because it's gonna get wild. Imma nuke the canon through the roof for that one lol

As always, feel free to stop for a chat if you want to <3

Today I'm feeling 100% happy for the first time in A LONG time… And I cannot think of a better way to celebrate than to post this… So here it is. Thanks to everyone that's been patient enough to wait for this, and welcome to any new reader that comes by. I'm so glad to have you all here.

Have a lovely day/night!!! ~~tea

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Encaptured (Jungkook)

Genre: Fluff 

Note: A little fuckboy Jungkook for you all! I’m currently working on a social media au and I might just post the profiles so I can give you guys a sneak peek and to also motivate myself to work on it more! Let me know what you guys think! I also didn’t know how to end this so I apologize if it’s a crappy ending. 

. . . . . . . 

On Thursdays, the literary class met in the college library, and that was when Jungkook always had you look over his essays. Not only did he use that time to get his papers edited, but he also took this time to prod you about your weekend plans.

"So, are you going to accept my offer to take you to the movies this weekend?" Jungkook asked, resting his chin on his palm.

You glanced up from his essay. "Hm, not this week. I think I'm all booked." With a smirk directed towards him, you continued marking his paper.

"You said that last week." He mumbled with a playful pout.

"And last week, when I rejected you, you ended up taking that girl from your math class." You stated with a challenging stare.

Tongue in cheek, Jungkook chuckled, "Well, I couldn't let those tickets go to waste! I thought for sure you would have agreed." He continued trying to justify his playboy ways.

You scoffed and slid his paper over to him; red pen marks were scattered all over it. You thought that the edits you made to his essay would distract him from the current topic, but he pushed the assignment to the side.

"Y/n, when will you let me take you on a date?" Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly and smiled sweetly.

Your heart rate increased. His whole appearance changed with that one smile, and it was hard for you to hide the fact that it made you feel some way. Maybe it was time to give him a chance, and if it didn't work out, then he would finally stop bugging you.

"Okay." You finally answered after thinking it through. That one word took Jungkook by surprise.

"Okay? Are you saying, yes?"

Without making eye contact, you nodded and closed your notebook with a gentle smile.

"I'll pick you up at seven." Jungkook bit his lip to hide his smile and watched you leave the library.

. . . . 

The sun was setting, and seven o clock was right around the corner. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror that hung by the door and nodded in approval of your outfit. You tried to remember the last time you got all dressed up for a date, and as you tried to place a moment, there was a knock at the door. 

As you reached for the door, you hesitated. What if this was a one-time thing? What if he never spoke to you after tonight? Just because you turned his offers for a date down multiple times, it wasn't as if you didn't like Jungkook. You appreciated his presence in your boring literary class; you appreciated his jokes and stories. What if all he wanted was to add you to the list of girls he won over with his charms? 

Your thoughts were interrupted again by a knock, but this time it was a lot softer. You took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. Whatever his intentions were, you decided to accept this date, so you had to deal with the consequences. 

Jungkook stood in the doorway with his hands buried in his pockets. His head was hung low as if he was half expecting you not to answer, but when you opened the door wider, he looked up. 

You forgot to breathe upon seeing him. Instead of the cliche leather jacket he always wore, he wore a grey flannel over a white shirt. It wasn't THAT different from what he always wore but seeing him wear light-colored clothing suits him well. His demeanor was different, as well. A timid smile replaced the cocky smirk he always had on his face. 

"Are you ready?" His voice came out lighter than usual; it took you a moment to remember this was Jungkook and not someone else. 

"Yeah, let me just grab my bad." You left him by the door as you dashed back to your room to grab your purse. 

. . . . 

It was the little things that Jungkook did that made you weak in the knees. As the two of you walked to the theater, Jungkook rested his hand on the small of your back. He maneuvered you to the other side of him; it wasn't until his warmth left that you realized he was making sure you were closest to the buildings and away from the busy street.

Your eyes fixated on him, and it felt like the world was in slow motion, and you saw Junkook in a new light. You wanted nothing more, but to have this moment last forever. Forever didn't come because he glanced at you with that beautiful smile of his.

"Would you be upset if I told you I don't want to go to the movies anymore?"

The world resumed at its original speed, and your excitement disappeared.

"Oh? Did you want to take a rain check or something?" You tried not to sound too disappointed.

"No, no. I just don't think I can handle sitting next to you for two and a half hours and not talk to you."

You sighed in relief, which made Jungkook chuckle.

"I don't know what you've been told or what you heard about me, but I'm not cruel.

You raised your eyebrow at him and smirked. "I don't know, I've heard some pretty interesting things about you, Jungkook."

You gave him one last teasing look before walking ahead of him. Jungkook tsked before jogging to catch up to you.

"So, are you going to tell me what you heard so I can prove those accusations wrong?"

Together you waded through the crowded street, careful not to lost one another. If he took your hand, would you pull away or let him have that small victory?

"You haven't said what we're going to do now that we're not going to the movies."

His hand grazed yours. "You're changing the topic."

Seconds later, his hand rested on your shoulder to guide you towards the entrance of an arcade. It was full of other couples, groups of friends, and people wanting to have fun. The atmosphere brought a smile to your face. You didn't even realize Jungkook had left until he returned with a bag full of tokens.

"I'll let you choose the first game."

Dramatically, you rested your hand on your heart. "What a gentleman."

Jungkook threw his head back in defeat. "Whoever told you that I wasn't a gentleman needs to stop feeding you lies."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you don't really have the best reputation." You explained as you made your way over to the basketball game.

You glanced back at him to make sure he was following and found him chewing on his lip. Your statement bothered him. The two of you exchanged no other words until he was standing next to you.

"Is that why you always rejected me?" His eyes locked with yours, and you didn't dare look away.

Rather than lying, you nodded. "Yeah."

Jungkook was the one to break eye contact; it was clear he was upset. He fished for a token and inserted it into the machine to start the game.

As you watched him, you inhaled deeply and thought about everything. You didn't want to be the reason the date ended in ruins. You were honest about why you declined his offers, but now that you were here with him, you kept thinking how different things could have been if you had just agreed to date him the first time he asked.

Without thinking further, when Jungkook reached for another ball, you took it from him and aimed for the moving hoop.

"You can't blame me for being scared."

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but stopped as he watched you throw the ball straight into the hoop. Another ball rolled towards you, but Jungkook grabbed it before you could.

"I wasn't blaming you. I was blaming myself." He missed the hoop and ticked his head to the side, slightly annoyed that he didn't score, but as the game ended, he had one of the highest scores.

Together you moved in the direction of another game.

"Why are you blaming yourself?"

He didn't say anything, and you were afraid he didn't hear you due to the increasing volume of everyone around you.

"Because I got careless with relationships and dating, and now that I want something serious, my reputation is ruining my chances.

The corners of your mouth twitched into a tiny smile. "It's your turn to pick a game."

You weren't ignoring what he had said; you just wanted to think about it for a moment longer.

The two of you wandered around the arcade and tried not to lose each other with the growing amount of people entering the building. Jungkook stopped in front of a photo booth and let out a small laugh.

"It isn't a game, but it seems like this is the only thing unoccupied." 

"I think it'll be fun!" You linked his arm with yours and entered the small booth. 

Jungkook sat silently next to you as you messed around with the photo settings. As you sat back, your shoulder brushed against his, and it made it obvious how close the two of you were. You couldn't help but think back to his previous comment about wanting to be in a serious relationship.  Did he mean that he wanted to try and be in a serious relationship with you? You'd be lying if you said you didn't have feelings for him. The truth was, you had liked him all along, but you let the rumors about him cloud your judgment of his character. 

The beeping of the timer caused you to snap out of your thoughts. 

"Are you ready?" You glanced over at Jungkook, and to your surprise, he was already staring at you. The flash went off, signaling that the first picture was taken. Then the timer reset. 

"Your chances aren't completely ruined, by the way." 

The two of you looked away and to the camera, where you opted for a funny face. The camera went off. 

"What do you mean?" Jungkook turned to you again. 

"If you were this version of yourself all the time, you wouldn't have any trouble getting into a serious relationship, and any girl would be happy to be with you."  

You stuck your tongue out at him as the camera snapped another picture. 

"I don't want just any girl though--" He faced forward and held up a peace sign. "--I want you." 

Your expression changed in an instant, and it was captured as the shutter sounded. "Jungkook." 

He hesitated but looked your way as the last seconds of the timer counted down. You took his face into your hands and pressed your lips to his. The moment captured forever as the final flash of the camera washed over the two of you.