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wizkiddx · 4 years ago

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...surprise

um okay so here I am trying angst again. this is kind of intended to be open ended bcos might have a part two at some point. im also lazy and has a few time jumps. also if someone could pls explain if you just get pics for the top of these off internet or credit on like gifs or something that’d be appreciated.

Summary: Tom comes home and everything is most definitely not the way he left, nor is it healthy

Warnings: please read with caution esp relationship with food / weightloss, but just generally a person in a bad bad head space, lots of self blame - then next parts will carry different warnings too

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Tom had been away for months. Months and months away from his girlfriend, separated entirely by his filming locations in Europe and America; while you were busy slowly and steadily climbing the ranks of your law firm. Being an intense period for the pair, you hadn’t managed to see each other in 2 and a half months. Of course, both go you were used to this - 3 years deep into a relationship between an actor and a wanna-be lawyer- this was the name of the game.

But honestly? You both just kept falling deeper and deeper, making the separation harder to deal with - rather than getting used to it as one might hope.

That's why Tom felt such an incredibly overwhelming wave of relief as he dumped his bags just outside his front door. Even though he was exhausted from the travelling, just the mere act of finally phishing out his housekeys brought a massive grin to his face - caused particularly by the sight of his tacky little keyring from a Moroccan market that you’d bought him. That had been your first holiday. There’s that old saying that before you move in with someone go on holiday first - Tom understood it to mean you supposedly see all the bad and ugly stuff people can hide from each other, a prewiring before committing to living in the same space. However that holiday all he’d learned was incredible you are to him. To his dying day, Tom will never forget the moment he looked over to his left when the two of you were on this night time stargaze in the depth of the Moroccan desert. Y/n had never seen stars like it, the skies so incredibly clear and lit up with an array of magical blues and purples and whites on its sark background. The sight, for no unexplainable reason, had you completely opening up to Tom about things she’d never told a single soul. And in that moment he’d had this sort of realisation. Not about how much he loved her - because that is just the cliche thing everyone says… and also just wasn’t true.

In that moment he’d rather realised the potential. The sort of ‘I’m not there yet but I know you could become the centre of my universe’. The sort of ‘I’m not ready to say this yet, but I want to spend my life with you’. The sort of ‘at some point in my life I’m not sure my heart will be able to beat without yours’.

He still hadn’t quite got to explicitly saying all that yet, by asking you for the ultimate commitment. But he planned to now he was coming back to you.

Even with the chill of the early evening winter air, Tom was almost ecstatic as he unlocked the door and let himself in. He hadn’t told you that he was coming home, you thought he had another two weeks on the job, but Tom was a bit of an old romantic - he loved seeing your eyes fill with wonder as he surprised you in whatever way. Sometimes it was as simple as a note on the fridge, or a small bouquet from behind his back or as fancy as a surprise holiday.

However, this time, though it was only 6 in the evening, all the lights of their house were off making Tom raise an eyebrow as he quietly slipped off his shoes - not wanting to scare Y/n just in case.

Tom had sworn when he’d been on the phone with you the previous day, you didn’t have any plans tonight but perhaps maybe a spontaneous pub trip and been offered with work colleagues. The house felt a little cold as he padded through it, poking his head into every room just to check Y/n wasn’t there. His last port of call was the bedroom.

By this point, Tom was pretty resigned on the fact you were out and he’d maybe cook a meal for when you got back or hide about the house or something. But instead, when he poked his head around this door, he sighed in delight at the sight of a still mound under the plush white sheets. For a brief moment, Tom paused, before tiptoeing steadily round to her bedside. The light was still off but the hallway light illuminated the room enough so he could make out your soft features and the messy ball of hair that had been haphazardly thrown in a bun. Furthermore, he could also notice in the light the packet of painkillers and migraine tablets lying opened on the bedside - which made him freeze. Y/n didn’t get migraines often at all, but when she did Tom knew just how bad they could be. That explained the fact you were spark out at six o’clock, making Tom give a sympathetic smile. He crept back out the room with a little spring in his step, deciding that since he had had a long day travelling he'd grab a snack and join you. Unfortunately though, when he enthusiastically yanked the fridge open the sight was a rather depressing one. He didn’t really know what he was craving but the fridge contents were of almost no use to anyone. The place was bloody baron, apart from a tub of butter and of course his special beers that Y/n would never dare touch. With a small huff though, Tom resigned himself to some bread and butter, before getting ready for bed.

It was probably an hour later when Tom was carefully crawling under the duvet to settle in beside Y/n after the disappointing snack and maybe a solitary ‘welcome home beer’ - it would be rude not to. God was he excited to just have his girlfriend in his arms again though. So, Tom naturally reached over and powerfully yet gently pulled you back towards him - making your back flush with his as you mumbled something incoherent. Chuckling slightly at your apparent annoyance of being disturbed, Tom pressed a kiss to her temple before settling down momentarily.

But something wasn’t quite right, making Tom shuffle about a bit - ever adjusting huis grasp on your waist as he attempted to get comfy. With the migraine medications forcing you into a deep deep sleep you barely stirred and that just made the unease increase for Tom. Because you didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. Ever so slowly Tom started to peel back the duvet from your body from his now sitting upright position. Typically, Y/n was wearing one of his hoodies, however more concerningly it seemed to pool and collect around your frame more than normal.

Now, Y/n was never the most petite person in the world - by no means overweight, instead of beautiful curves and muscle. To Tom now though, it was as if someone had literally shrunk you - like a picture on a word document you needed to make narrower to fit the margins. Even in the dim light of the bedroom he know realised you looked pale. Honestly, Tom didn’t know how long he just sat there staring at you, until you sighed a little and pulled the duvet back up to just under your chin.

He didn’t know what to think or do. All he knew was you didn’t look well and that you hadn’t said a thing to him. Feeling so very uncomfortable within himself, Tom climbed out the bed and simultaneously grabbed his phone. He knew he had to call someone, to check that you hadn’t been ill - but then who to call? Someone that wouldn’t judge or instantly worry- your mum was completely off the cards. Also, he hadn’t even given you the chance to explain yet, so really he knew there was only a couple of options who were close enough to him too.

“Hey what’s up?” “Um nothing much, back in the UK though so-“ “Oh shit really! Kept that one quite bro” “Yeh well came back to surprise Y/n” “Oh you're soooo whipped” “Fuck off Haz, have you um… have you seen her recently anyway?” “You're asking me if I’ve seen your girl while you’ve been away?” “I’m being serious. You’re pretty much brother and sister and I’m -I’m a bit worried.” “What? You know she wouldn’t cheat especially with me” Haz’s tone turned less serious, using a goofy accent “ I know too much.” Haz still attempted to lighten the mood, this conversation very unexpected and making him grow more and more concerned himself. “Haz quit it. I’m worried she’s been ill. I’ve come in and she’s asleep with a migraine but there’s no food in the fridge and she’s skinny as hell.” “Fuck er sorry I didn’t realise. But um no she’s been cancelling on us for the past like two weeks cos like…I don’t know said she was just snowed under at the firm so” “But before then?” “No yeh she was fine. Went to the pub a couple times and she always drove so didn’t drink but nothing weird - think she wanted to keep a clear head. What are you thinking?” “I don’t know to be honest mate. She seemed fine on the phone but I swear to god she looks half the size of what she was when I left.” “Just talk to her in the morning? She probably is just stressed if work has been mad busy.” Tom hummed in agreement, half trying to convince himself too. “Yeh yeh, sorry for bothering you.” “Oh shut up mate - I’ll see you both at your parents for the roast tomorrow? Sams got some new recipe I think, he’s been wittering on about it for days.” “Yeh we’ll be there, see you then mate.”

After signing off to Haz, Tom placed his phone on the little table on the upstairs hallway and sighed. He knew he was being over-protective but he couldn’t help it. Y/n was always the one to care for him, in fact to care for everybody int he room and then some.

He’d get to the bottom of whatever this was tomorrow, and so the rest of the evening Tom spent rather unhappily get ready before bed yet again before climbing back in next to you.

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Tom woke before you, a combination of jet lag and the worry in the pit of his stomach meaning he stirred awake first. Instinctively he pulled you closer and nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck as he slowly began to wake up properly - shrugging off the grogginess. Tom was still really excited for you to realise he was back, predicting you to excitedly hug him ever so tight and then spend the morning between the sheets. He knew you found the distance tough, especially when all your closest friends were coupled off, it meant you just didn’t have ‘your person’. It was almost as if you were single again and instead of pining over an ex, hopelessly and completely in love with someone across the globe. But that just made your time together even more invaluable and precious.

So even with his slight unease at your slimmer silhouette, Tom didn't have any control over the loopy grin that came to his face as you started to stir and mumble something incoherent, all the while (and subconsciously) inching closer towards him. By the slight fluttering under your eyelid, Tom knew you were waking up and so took the moment to tuck your frizzy bed hair behind your ear. Sighing contently Y/n’s eyes fluttered completely open and Tom met your gaze with the most gently of smiles.

However, he then watched moment by moment as your expression morphed for one of peacefulness and content, through confusion, and ending at pure terror. He had barely thought of asking you why, before you yelped, throwing yourself up into a sitting position and backing as far away on the bed as you could from Tom. “TOM... I-you can’t be here! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” “Y/n hey what’s wrong-“ “GET OUT! G-GET THE FUCK OUT! YOU CAN’T BE HERE” you yanked the bedsheets to completely cover your huddled up body, as if trying to protect yourself. At this point, tears were streaming down your face and what truly terrified Tom was the expression of horror in your eyes. He threw his hands in the air and unsteadily stumbled to his feet. “O-okay I’m-“ “GET OUT!!! YOU CAN'T SEE ME GET OUT!” Completely bemused and shocked, Tom just nodded jerkily -already halfway out the door and accidentally slamming it in haste.

He had absolutely zero clue what that was about. But what he knew for a fact? He’d never ever seen you like that… you looked so completely terrified… of him? Tom couldn’t for the life of him work out what the hell was going on, as he paced from the shut door to the hallway wall and back again, running his hand through his hair throughout. He could hear you sobbing and whisper yelling - presumably at yourself. It felt as though his heart was being torn out, seeing you that upset and it appearing as his fault? He was acting on pure instinct and adrenalin because your pain hurt him too. He had no control of the physiological response in his body, making his hands shake and breathing increase in speed as it inversely got shallower too.

And so he took a short inhalation, biting his bottom lip as he knocked on the door. “Y/n?….” He got no response after waiting a couple of seconds so tried again - because he could hear you trying to stifle your sobs. After another two failed attempts he opted for a different approach. “Y/n… I’m worried about you… look, I know your upset right now but I need you to let me know your okay… or I’ll have to come in and…and I don’t want to spook you” “Don’t come in.” It was a sharp reply, with a voice that was cracked and clearly trying to keep It together. “Okay… I-I’m sorry if my surprise of coming home was a dumb idea…I-I’ve missed you.” Tom tried speaking softly, as he knelt down and sat with this back against the wall while nervously fiddling with his watch strap that he’d forgot to take off last night. Again he waited for a response but got nothing, again having to warn you he needed to know you were okay. He heard movements from the other side of the door, making him turn his head to the left, pressing his ear on the cool gloss paint. “I-I’m sorry” You barely were whispering, but Tom could sense you were now sitting in a position mirroring his “You don’t meed to apologise love” Returning her tone, Tom sighed at the end - trying to get his brain to process what was going on.

Y/n wasn’t one to overreact and Tom could count on one hand the number of serious fights they’d had in the three year romance. And even then, he was the one to raise his voice - when she argued it was more reasoned, slow and controlled. Actually it was one of the things that in those moments infuriated him even more - you were just so level headed and sensible. Scratch that, sensible purely in this context - everywhere else you were just as loopy as him. So this situation felt so very alien. He didn’t know how to help you and he bloody hated feeling useless.

After a few moments, you replied to apologise once again, for shouting specifically, and Tom nodded - not that you could see. But that was one of the things Y/n had taught him, sometimes you just have accept things - no matter the context. Accept he wasn’t actually a superhero and couldn’t do everything, accept that sometimes he could be a dick and out of line or accept an apology.

“Can you.. can you try and tell me why your upset? I want to help.” He was trying to be gentle, non-confrontational. But he knew something was so wrong. He needed to know so he could try and help out. “I…”Y/n began, but quickly trailed off, as if trying to formulate the words properly. “I’ve just been ill and” again another pause “and I haven’t been looking after myself very well. I just planned to be umm- to be better when you got back.”

It wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t really the truth either, at least not the whole truth. But it wasn’t a lie.

“I’m not sure I understand why your so worried about what I think though?” Tom inquired, as he started to fiddle with the door handle in his left hand - as if easing the idea of coming into his girlfriend without scaring you. In reply, you sighed again trying to put the words together without explicitly spelling it out to him. “I don’t- I thought you’d just be disappointed or-or think I’m reliant on you. I’m not and I can handle myself I just…. I don’t know.” “I love you, you idiot.”Tom chuckled at that, while standing up. “Can I come in now please? I promise I’m not disappointed just want to help you feel better.”

The door opened and no sooner could Tom take a step forward than Y/n ran into his chest, wrapping herself tightly around him in apology. He knew that he didn’t have the full story but really didn’t want to push her, more preferring to just love her. So that’s what they spent the rest of the morning doing, in their pyjamas and watching TV. Quite obviously, she wasn’t really making a lot of conversation, Tom filled some gaps with talking about filming - to which she’d hum in agreement or chuckle along. But for the most part Y/n was concentrating on something else.

The all-consuming guilt. That was what was eating away at her.

part 2?

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #Tom Holland angst

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fletchphoenix · 4 years ago

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Written In The Stars

YERRR! WE BACK! Im so excited to be able to start writing again after so long!! I missed this so much!! I hope you guys like this - I didn’t want to immediately go back to the high school AU as I want it to be perfect so sorry if there aren’t any chapters of that for a few days but here!

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How had he gotten himself into this mess?

That’s all that came to Hugo’s mind as he sat up in his tent, moonlight shining through the green fabric, barely keeping him warm against the night air that sent a chill down his spine. He’d been awake for a few hours now, his glasses slipping down his nose and his hair out of its ponytail in a bob around his shoulders with a sleeping form in the sleeping bag beside him. He spared it a glance, smiling to himself at the sight of his boyfriend’s face before the bitter memory of what he had to do came back to his mind. Hugo looked away and shuffled out of the tent as quietly as he could, grabbing and swinging his jacket on before he began walking.

Nuru and Yong must’ve gone to sleep a while ago now - soft snoring coming from the crimson tent adjacent to his and the purple one opposite it. Varian’s teal tent had been pitched, though the man in question had opted to sneak into Hugo’s for the night as he usually did. Not that Hugo was complaining about their nightly ritual. Well, he was. He was going to have to leave this all behind soon along with all his friends and Varian.

The one thing Donella told him was ‘Don’t get attached’. Don’t get attached because it will hurt you to inevitably leave them all. Don’t get attached even though the young boy with the love for firecrackers and an energetic personality made every day even more interesting. Don’t get attached even though the most noble, most sarcastic princess who feels like a sister to you will be beside you every single day. Don’t get attached even though the alchemist with the startling blue eyes and wide, beautiful smile that makes your knees feel weak every time he shoots it in your direction will make you fall in love with him.

Needless to say, Hugo got attached.

Soaked grass and earth sagged underneath his boots as mud stained the heels while he walked away from the makeshift campsite they’d set up not even two hours ago. Yong had kept insisting his legs ached and he simply ‘couldn’t go on’ from his place on Hugo’s shoulders, the blonde glancing at his boyfriend who sighed and exclaimed they should set up camp now, anyway. Ah Varian, always the secretly kind-hearted one - setting up Yong’s tent for him and starting a campfire for them before taking a place beside Hugo as they silently intertwined their fingers out of view from Nuru and Yong.

They hadn’t told Nuru or Yong about their relationship yet for fear that it would ruin the team dynamic or make things awkward between everyone. They all worked like a well oiled machine - so introducing how close him and Varian had gotten had the potential to mess everything up. A branch snapped under his heel as he kept walking through the campsite and down to the river nearby, praying to himself that no one followed. He didn’t want some lecture from Nuru about how he shouldn’t leave camp in the night, or Varian to worry and fuss over him with his relentless interrogation on what was wrong. He was fine. Well, he wasn’t fine but he couldn’t exactly tell his boyfriend that, now could he?

His footsteps finally relented as he took a seat on a smooth surfaced rock, his boots now sitting discarded beside it as his feet dangled in the chilled water, creating ripples over its moonlit surface. Rushing water from further downstream was the only sound in the silent atmosphere, stars glittering in the sky above him as his eyes glanced up to examine them. Nuru had taught them about the constellations one night, showing off her extensive knowledge on the subject as the boys lay back in the grass and stared in wonder. It was moments like those where he felt the familiar feeling of guilt settle in his stomach and create a pit there, the weight of Yong’s sleeping head on his chest and the warmth of Varian’s hand in his accompanied by the sound of Nuru’s voice...he was going to miss it all.

“Don’t get attached.” It kept replaying in his head as he recalled so many soon-to-be painful memories in the calmness of the night around him, a breeze pushing the strands of hair around his ears and trailing it off the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn’t have and he really did regret it - especially Varian. He was just going to hurt him, and why? All because he was selfish and a monster. But he couldn’t just leave Donella.

Could he? I mean, it was entirely possible that he could in fact, leave Donella’s ranks and join Varian and his little rag-tag gang. By the sounds of it, Corona was VERY welcoming to ex-convicts considering the princess’ fiance was an ex-wanted thief, Varian had two counts of treason and attempted murder to his name and not to mention the infamous Cassandra who literally stole one of the celestial stones and briefly took over the kingdom. Surely they’d accept someone like him. The worst he’d committed was petty theft, so that was NOTHING compared to the crimes of his boyfriend. Heh. HIS boyfriend. A warmth began to form in his stomach, before being crushed by his guilt creeping back in. No. Varian would never forgive him for what he was going to do. Ever. He was a monster.

Once Varian had asked him if he believed in soulmates as they began to settle down for bed. At the time, he wasn’t sure what he meant - soulmates? As in..people destined to find each other? Didn’t seem scientifically possible to him, but now the possibility was creeping into his mind more and more with every day he spent with the boy. He liked the thought of it - being destined to be with Varian for all of eternity, as though they were meant to be together. The thought, in all honesty, made him feel slightly bubbly on the inside, but he knew deep down Varian deserved better. He deserved someone kind, caring...someone who wasn’t about to betray him and leave him behind as if he didn’t matter.

As if on cue, warm hands settled on his shoulders and pulled him out of his thought process, his head tilting back to meet the azure eyes of Varian. The azure eyes that were almost hidden underneath his mass of bedhead the other had presumably just given up with trying to tame at this point. He couldn’t help but give a little chuckle at the sight and shuffle slightly to the side. “Nice hair, goggles. Though, I have to say it’s very unique.” He remarked and yes, he did deserve the punch delivered to his side as the raven haired boy slipped to sit beside him and a mass of uncontrollable chuckles left his lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, Hugh.” Varian stated, rolling his eyes before pecking his cheek and causing his laughter to cease, “care to tell me what a handsome guy like you is doing all the way out here in the middle of the night?” Varian questioned, his eyes staring into Hugo’s and Hugo could swear that they were burning right through him, making him feel slightly nauseous.

“Mmm, yeah I’m fine. Just, y’know, relaxing. The tent got far too stuffy with my abnormally warm boyfriend by my side in my sleeping bag, so thought I’d come get a break.” he lied through his teeth, silently begging to whatever higher power existed that Varian couldn’t tell he was lying to him. Luckily, Varian seemed to take this answer as the truth and cuddled into his boyfriend’s side as Hugo moved an arm around his shoulders to bring him closer. Varian always was the cuddly one.

“Okay, but I kinda wanna go back to sleep. You sure there’s nothing wrong, sweetheart?” Goggles asked again, moving away after a few minutes to tuck Hugo’s hair behind his ear with gentle fingers and slow movements. Ah, ever the considerate and caring one. Too bad that would be his downfall. Hugo nodded, cupping his boyfriend’s cheek and leaning in to place a kiss against the other’s lips before rising to his feet. “Nice.” Varian replied, keeping their fingers linked as he began to guide Hugo back to their tent.

Hugo’s eyes stayed focused on the back of Varian’s head before his eyes slowly drifted to look at the sky once again, the moon hanging with the stars framing and decorating it. He swore he could see the constellations in Varian’s eyes, their beauty completely underwhelming compared to the boy who pulled him along to rest once again. A ghost of a smile built on his lips at the sight of his boots in Varian’s other hands - at least he remembered that he brought them. He bit the inside of his cheek - he still had a few months with the gang left.

So for now, he pushed away his guilt as Varian pushed him back into the sleeping bag and rested his head on his chest as he slowly fell asleep. For now, he let himself rest with the memory of his deal with Donella far far away from him. For now, he let himself be with his boyfriend with no one else but them mattering to him in the world as he placed kisses to his boyfriend’s temple as he slowly drifted to sleep.

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #varian x hugo #varian tangled #tangled varian #hugo tangled #tangled hugo #alchemy boyfriends

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klobsquad · 6 years ago

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If its clean, its Gronk

Warnings: Gronk spikes and tide pods

Word count:1694

Summary: a fantasy/horror/drama based completely on our experiences with Gronk’s cursed tide pod commercial

Notes We apologize in advance for what you’re about to read

i awake suddenly, sheer panic running through me. ripping the blanket off my body, the layer of sweat that lays on my skin is immediately hit with the frigid air of my room causing me to shiver. After a few moments, i start to realize where i am.

I'm in my living room on the couch. This is the first wink of sleep i've had in nearly 2 weeks. i think at least. time has started the run together after it, well, he, showed up. why haven't i slept? i've been too scared to let my guard down.

My phone lay broken, having thrown it against the wall several moons ago. Broken glass and piles of clothes are strewn throughout my apartment. Every electronic in my house has been either broken or hidden, yet somehow he’ll still manage to find me. i haven't left my apartment in weeks even though i ran out of food 4 days ago. I can't go to the store. I'm too afraid he'll be waiting at the end of the isle. I've been wearing the same outfit since it started, too scared to do even the most basic of household chores. doing laundry was banned a months back as an attempt to stop him.

The couch i lay on is pushed up hard against the wall, i'm laying on my side facing the back of the couch. the only electronic that hasn't been thrown out is my living room TV. I swear i've tried discarding it countless times, yet it keeps showing back up. The entire apartment, scratch that, city, is dead silent.

rumor has it, it started in new england, moving fast throughout the country. What started as random disappearances eventually became nationwide panic.

it wasn't long until he reached my home state of Texas. Most of the town had evacuated when the marks started showing up. Crater-like holes in the ground. 11 inches deep and 22 inches wide. The ground cracked and glowing around the marks, showing that he was getting somehow stronger.

Although I boarded up my windows when I caught wind that he was moving towards Texas, I still took a board down every so often. From my third floor apartment, I could see the marks starting to fill the town. He marked his territory right after he struck. Entire families disappeared at a time. Only once was a survivor found. She was found in the same clothing she was wearing when she went missing though they were suspiciously clean, almost as if they'd been washed then returned. She spoke in a hurried whisper, as if he was still watching her. Rumors soon filled the streets quicker than his markings. Apparently after her interrogation she was left alone in a cell at the local jail. When the officer came to retrieve her for more questioning, she had scribbled the number "87" and "bands a make her dance" on every square inch of the cell. Investigator after investigator was brought in, yet none of them could decipher what it meant. After three days of questioning, the only valuable thing they got out of her was a description of him. He was large, solid, his muscles constantly glistening. He towered over everyone, though he wasn't intimidating, the exact opposite actually. He had a boyish charm, soft brown eyes and youthful smile. Apparently he loves to dance, frequently droppin' it low and booty poppin' on them haters. Most notably was his hands. In her words they were "damn near leviathan. I never knew someone could have hands like that. It ain't normal. I'd be lying if it wasn't hot though.". The police were immediately on even higher alert. With such a specific description, it couldn't be hard to find him right? Wrong. She forgot to mention one detail. His speed. For a man of his size, he's unusually nimble.

I snap back to reality at the sound of the metal entrance door 3 floors below me opening and closing. My heart pounding. "Maybe it's just the neighbor" I tried to tell myself, though deep down I knew it wasn't. Even if they hadn't evacuated with everyone else, there's no way Mr. dolly, an 96 year old war vet could open and slam that door with such little effort. my gut and my head were at war. My gut was telling me it was him, the man I spent months hiding from. Yet my head was trying to come up with any other possibility. They were coming up the stairs, fast. I was paralyzed. Still laying on the couch, i covered my head with the fleece red sox blanket I got last Christmas, before this all started.

*BANG* *BANG*

They were knocking. I could barely hear the pounding on the door over my racing heart. Seconds feel like hours, waiting for the sound to stop, for whoever it is to go away.

After what feels like an eternity, the pounding stops. I exhale for the first time in minutes. Moments later a loud scraping sound fills the room.

He's here and he's removed the door.

There was nothing besides me and my red sox blanket separating us both. His presence sent chills down my spine. I could feel him standing in the corner of the room.

He was waiting for something.

*click*

The dim light of the TV immediately filled the dark room. I open my eyes suddenly as patterns of colored light dance off the walls. He's still waiting, but he keeps going back to the hall he came from. Almost as if he's loading something into my apartment. Suddenly the room goes yellow and orange. He gets into position. I turn around slowly, not knowing what to will be waiting on me when I turn around.

There he is, in all his glory. The survivor described him perfectly. He was dressed in a fitted grey tank top, joggers, and sneakers. He was oddly handsome given the circumstances. Unmarked boxes were stacked floor to ceiling, covering ever surface. One box, the one closest to him is open. He grabs a handful of whatever is in the box.

I'm frozen. Horrified.

The tv shows a laundry room.

He looks at me intently, his boyish smile shining full force in the low light.

It's time.

"Hi! Welcome to tide pods talk with Gronk. I'm Gronk. I'm big, *flex* and awesome. But this guy-" he chucks a fist full of tide pods at my body. I'm utterly speechless. "-Is little, can it really clean?". He rips the doors off my linen closet, scooping every single piece of laundry up in one scoop, even the clothes I'm wearing. Opening the washer, he throws the clothing in with a loud boom before dropping a couple Tide Pods™️ into the load. Im left sitting on the couch, ass naked, as the New England Patriots Tight End does my laundry.

He resumes his spot at the corner of my living room. Staring blankly at me as we both wait for the washer to finish its cycle.

45 minutes of silence later, the washer pings signaling the end of the wash. He once again grabs the entire load of laundry in one incredibly toned arm, spiking it into the dryer like it's a ball into the end zone. He spots my stained patriots jersey in the load. Pulling it out, he slips me a note then once again goes back to the spot in the corner. I'm still naked.

Clearing his throat, he make gesture with his hands I take it as a cue to open the note. It reads "ask Gronk if Tide Pods™️ really clean" in very messy handwriting that I'm pretty sure is done in crayon.

I'm once again stunned. He holds up the jersey. My once beer and chicken wing stained jersey is now completely clean. He makes another gesture, prompting me to speak this time. "D-do Tide Pods™️ really clean?" Im shaking at this point, not because I'm nervous, but because it's 68° outside and I'm still naked. With the enthusiasm of a kid on a sugar high, he answers the age old question I just asked. "Heck yeah they do!" His eyes twinkling as he speaks.

The boards blast off my windows. Rainbow light streams into the room. I’m still naked. The missing people immediately flood the streets. He's smiling again, and you guessed it, I'm still naked. A chorus of cheers fills the streets "You saved us! We were stuck in the realm of stained laundry! Bless you!" A tear runs down his cheek as he falls to his knees. "I've been searching for you, thou chosen one. If you may take me, I ask for you hand in marriage. Together we can continue to bring stain free clothing to people across the land!" The crowd outside cheers, completely ignoring the fact homie refuses to give me any clothing. Instead he whips out a ring, and by ring I mean a ring pop band with a Tide Pod™️ hot glued to the top. He slips it on my finger before I can respond. I'm soon being twirled in a blinding golden light. I emerge, fully clothed in a ball gown made completely out of Tide Pods™️. He picks me up bridal style and runs out to the hallway before quickly bounding down the stairs four at a time. In the way down I look at my ring. After not eating for days it looks surprisingly tasty. Bringing my left hand up to my face, he stops dead in his tracks and drops me. My cat like reflexes come into play and I land on my feet, breaking both my legs after falling from such a height. Somehow I'm still standing, the power of Tide Pods™️ holding me up. I immediately pop the ring into my mouth and before chewing. The detergent rolls down my chin. His screams fill the room as he realizes what I've done. "How could you do this to me?!" I look up, like really far up because I’m literally 5’0”, and meet his eyes. I match his boyish smile from earlier, though this time my smile is filled with detergent.

"What can I say? I'm Gen Z."

#🤠#we apologize #fics #gronk #rob gronkowski #new england patriots #patriots #nfl #highkey a cursed post #tide pods #oof

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marvelsmagic · 7 years ago

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The Butterfly Effect - Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You are left to wonder what was to blame for the ache in your chest.

Words: 1.8k

Song: Midnight in the Garden - Atli Orvarsson

AN: This is kind of a inspired by a fic I saw a while ago (I cant remember who though Im sorry!! )This is a very personal one for me, so I hope you enjoy. It comes from a place of healing for me. It’s a sad one, I’m sorry.

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The Butterfly Effect is a common belief amongst scientists that a single occurrence, no matter how small, can change the course of the universe forever.

A single flap of a butterfly's wings can bring mass destruction a world away.

The actions of one individual can change the world. For better or for worse.

You had never believed in it.

Until you were left to deal with the destruction that Peter Parker had left in your heart.

You were suddenly all alone, left to wonder what small occurence in the universe had caused such mass destruction in your life, and in your heart.

Was it the first day you had met him?

You had just gone up to grab a spoon in her dormitory cafeteria. Internally stressing about making friends and fitting in at college. Your mind was spinning with thoughts of passing all your classes and finding a good internship. And as you walked so unassumingly, so consumed in your thoughts about your destiny, it collided with you. Literally.

An uncoordinated Peter Parker, not looking at where he was going, knocked directly into you. His body felt like a rock wall as the breath was knocked out of your lungs. You stumbled a bit, dropping the spoon to the ground. Turning your head to see who had caused her to trip, you were met with the most glorious pair of brown eyes.

It was like a little piece of heaven had found its way to earth.

They were the kind of eyes that you could look at for hours. The kind of eyes that had a natural warmth to them, the kind that you hoped would look at you for the rest of your life.

You were so busy staring, you didn’t even realize that they boy in front of you had been apologizing repeatedly.

“I’m so sorry-- I’m such an idiot,” he ranted on. He looked cute when he was nervous. You took him in, his flushed cheeks and the way he communicated with his hands.

“It’s okay,” you replied with a laugh. “I’m Y/N.”

You extend your hand out. He shakes his head softly, his lips shaping into a soft smile as he takes your hand. You can feel the warmth of his hand on yours. It’s such a simple gesture, but it sends your head spinning and your heart fluttering.

“Peter,” he replies, shaking your hand. You release his hand, gazing into those precious eyes once more.

His hand comes up to gently rake through his hair. The brunette locks look softer than any material this world could offer. You knew if you weren’t careful, this would be the end of you.

“Very nice to meet you, Peter,” you reply. Your cheeks were beginning to feel hot and you hoped he couldn’t tell that you were a blushing mess. Of course, you meet a cute boy on the first day of college. Of course, when you’re looking a complete mess.

“You too, Y/N,” he said, sounding slightly breathless. You figured it was probably your imagination playing tricks on you, but little did you know that his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Are you sitting with anyone?” he asked nervously, indicating to your spoon which lied so pitifully on the floor. You bent down to retrieve it, before responding.

“No,” you replied sheepishly. “My roommate is in class.”

Peter nodded, taking in what you said. He immediately broke out into a nervous smile.

“You’re welcome to join my friend, Ned.. and me,” he offered graciously. You bit your lip to keep the stupid grin off your face.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you respond, trying to push the excitement out of your chest. Calm down, Y/N. He asked you to sit with him, not to marry you.

And just like that, you knew Peter Parker and he knew you. And you were in his life and he was in yours.

Could that have been the spark? The trigger to the terrible destruction that awaited your heart?

Had you just remembered to get the spoon in the first place, would that have changed your fate? Had you just walked a little faster, would you not be experiencing the wrenching heartache he left with you when he walked out?

Or maybe it had all started when he had first seen you cry?

You could feel the tears threatening to fall, but you mustered up enough strength to keep them in. You clutched the exam results in your left fist.

Keep walking. Get to your room.

Your mind was buzzing at a million miles an hour, replaying all of the terrible things that had happened that day.

You had missed your bus, your lab partner had stood you up for your study session, you had gotten a bad grade on your exam that you had studied days for, and to top it all off, you had lost the bracelet that your grandma had given you.

You sighed, feeling the heat rush to your face and the tears come to your eyes. You wiped them quickly with your sleeve, briskly walking towards your dormitory.

You didn’t stop to say hi to your doorman. You didn’t stop to say hi to your friend walking to class. You just kept walking towards the isolation that your room so generously provided for you.

The minute you were behind the closed door of your room, you let go. Your face screwed up and you sobbed. Silent tears ran down your face, hot and wet. You slid down the door, curling into a ball on the floor.

You stayed like that for a while, just crying into your arms and feeling sorry for yourself.

Just when your breathing was beginning to return to normal, three loud knocks on the door caused you to jump. You quickly scooped yourself up from the floor, smoothing out your hair and wiping your eyes. When you deemed yourself somewhat presentable, you opened the door.

“Hey Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to---”

Peter. When he caught sight of your disheveled state, you could see his eyes soften, clearly concerned for you.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly. You didn’t even have the words to reply. You simply stepped closer to him and allowed him to engulf you in his embrace. His strong arms wrapped around you, giving you the warmth and comfort you so desperately needed.Your tears were soaking his t-shirt and your eyes were puffy but you did not care.

This was Peter. This was your best friend in the entire world. This was the boy who had nursed you back to health when you had the flu, the boy who had brought you coffee when he knew you were stressed.

You could hear his heartbeat through his thin t-shirt. The comforting sound soothed you and allowed your muscles to relax. His arms never loosened their hold on you.

“Bad day, huh?” he mumbled. You couldn’t help but smile at his antics.

“The worst,” you replied, a small smile reaching your face. Peter draped is arm around your shoulder, closing the door behind you and leading you further into your room.

“C’mon, tell me all about it,” he said with no hesitation. You sent him a soft smile before breathing in deeply and beginning your rant.

And just like that, Peter had seen you at your most vulnerable. You had let your walls down. Just like that, he knew the deepest parts of you, the parts you tried to hide from the world.

Could that have been the moment that sealed your fate? If you hadn’t lost the bracelet, If you hadn’t failed the exam. Would your heart still contain a gaping hole, a hole that only one person could fill?

Or maybe it began the time he first kissed you?

You could feel the alcohol buzzing through your body as you walked home, causing your veins to sing with euphoria. You almost didn’t notice as the cool wind blew across your bare arms causing you to shiver.

Peter, who was walking you home, quickly took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled at him gratefully, nestling into the jacket that smelled of him.

You two walked in a comfortable silence just listening to the sounds of the trees rustling and the crickets chirping, before Peter interrupted the serene silence that had fallen over both of you.

“So, you and James, huh?” he asked softly. You could hear something in his voice but you couldn’t quite place it in your drunken state.

“What?” you say loudly with a giggle. “James? And Me? No way!”

“He’s obviously into you, Y/N,” Peter continues, clearly annoyed that you did not agree with him.

“James and I are just friends, Pete,” you assure him. “I’m helping him with his feelings for Molly anyways. He is head over heels for her.”

Peter didn’t look convinced, but he dropped the subject. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked, jawline highlighted by the rays of moonlight coming down. You couldn’t help but bite your lip.

“Besides, I like someone else,” you blurt out in an attempt to be nonchalant, letting what you had just said hang in the air.

“Really?” Peter asked, sounding surprised. Your hands were nervously playing with the hem of Peter’s jacket. You were refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Yeah,” you replied with a bit of reluctance. “I have for a while.”

“Who?” he prodded you, causing you to curse bringing it up in the first place.

“Oh, just this guy,” you quickly spat out. You were so stupid. Just change the subject. The alcohol was not helping you think clearly.

“Do I know him?” he pressed you, wanting to know.

“I think so,” you kept on. You could not believe this was happening. How could you be so careless?

“C’mon Y/N,” he teased you. “Don’t keep me in the dark here.”

You closed your eyes, turning to face him. The alcohol was finally kicking in, giving you just enough courage to say what you had wanted to say for months.

“It’s you, you idiot,” you nearly screamed at him. You didn’t open your eyes, for fear of the look you knew he was probably giving you right now.

“Me?” you heard Peter say breathlessly. You open your eyes to see him smiling into his hands in disbelief. His beautiful brown eyes finally look up to meet yours, and you swear you see your entire future in those eyes.

In an instant, he is standing directly before you. He takes your hands in his. The distance between you two was fading fast. You were struggling to keep your breathing regular. He was making your heart do flips in your chest.

“I like you, too,” he whispered softly. Those words were your new favorite in the English vocabulary. You take a moment to let the words sink in. Finally, you smiled up at him, gazing into his eyes.

His hand made its way to your cheek before he bent down, closing the distance between you. His lips met yours, and it felt like you had just arrived home after months of being away.

And just like that, you were more than friends. Just like that, you wanted him and he wanted you back and it was like you were invincible in that moment.

Maybe that was the moment destiny changed for you two. Maybe if you had kept quiet about your feelings, things would be different. Maybe if you had stayed sober that night, you would not cry yourself to sleep for weeks on end wishing that you had been enough for him.

It could have been any of these moments and countless more.

But it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter when things had changed. When your fates had entwined together.

Because there was no taking it back. Things changed. The butterfly flapped its wings.

He met you. He held you when you cried. He kissed you. Maybe it was the spoon. Maybe it was the bracelet. Maybe it was the alcohol.

Anything could have changed your destinies. Anything could have brought him into your life. And nothing could have made him stay.

He left you. And he wasn’t coming back.

You had never believed in the butterfly effect.

Until you had been left to clean up the mess Peter Parker had created in your heart.

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captainschmoe · 7 years ago

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I Will Survive [Beta] - Chapter 5: Flash of Fire

[A/N: It’s going to get violent. I mean, it’s an Anti fic. Of course it’s gonna get violent at some point. The Nice Guy GlovesTM are off. Also, I’m going to give myself extra time for the next chapter. I need to both write it and also figure out some background/spoiler things. :D]

[Summary: In which somehow Bio Inc. gets uploaded anyway. Neurological violence ensues.]

[Previous - Next]

Beepbeepbeepbeep!

“Gah.” Sean floppily rolled over and gave his alarm clock a good whack. He lay with his arm dangling over the edge of the bed. Ugh. He did not want to be awake right now. He had to be, of course. Always shit to do. A good cup of the ol’ dirty bean water should help refresh him. As it always does. As should some breakfast. He was starving, hunger shakiness and all. Well, of course he was fucking starving, he never got to digest that sandwich.

Hopefully he could digest the eggs he could smell from the kitchen. So hungry. So caffeine-deprived. His feet automatically carried him there, where he found Signe, already dressed to take on the day, doing exactly what his nose predicted she was doing. Ooh, were those sweet potatoes getting put into the other pan? Yeeesss.

“You want some?”

“Yes, please.” Sean groggily started up the coffee pot. He leaned against the counter, hands at his sides gripping the edge. His eyes drifted shut. Mmm. Such good smells all around him. And sounds - the whirring of the coffee pot, and the sizzling of breakfast in the pans. It helped his eyes flutter back open for a moment.

“You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, just super hungry. Puking didn’t help.” The coffee started flowing into the pot with its signature satisfying babbling.

“I’m sure this’ll help wake you up, too.” She transferred half the contents of each pan onto each of the two plates she’d set out on the counter. Sean wasted no time grabbing a fork and scarfing down half of his serving right then and there, to Signe’s shock and amusement. “Oh my God. Don’t choke.”

“I wasn’t kidding,” he said with a little bit still in his mouth. Wow, he felt better already. Maybe he could slow down now. He swallowed what he had. “Plus eggs get cold fast.”

Signe started on her portion, too. Probably figured might as well, as long as Sean was eating here. She shook her head and laughed. “Not that fast.”

Sean took the initiative to grab mugs as the coffee pot finished filling. “Want some?”

“Sure. Just a little.”

Sean could feel the steam kissing his face as he poured her cup. Way too hot to drink right away. Signe agreed, blowing tiny waves into her drink, and flinching away when her efforts proved fruitless. She set it aside for now - as did Sean - picking up her plate and finishing her food. She leaned back against the counter, casually engaging in conversation.

“I think I’m going to go out today. It might help clear my head.”

He nodded, polishing off his last bite and setting his plate in the sink. “I think that’d be good for you. Where were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. Probably nowhere specific.” Signe finished her food and set her plate down on top of Sean’s. “I’ll know where I want to go when I see it.” She picked up the coffee mug again, blowing on it again and taking a tentative sip, and drinking more now that she was able to. Sean tested the temperature of his with the tip of his finger, not wanting to burn his lips or tongue. Still a tad hot. Would take a while longer since there was more in his mug.

“Even better. Just wandering around the city. It’s nice.” Sean took a test sip in the pause. Still pretty hot, but tolerable. “You heading out right now?”

“Yeah. I’ll be a couple hours, probably.”

“Well, you know where you’ll find me. Screaming my fucking head off.” He leaned down for a goodbye kiss. “See you later, babe.”

“Bye. Love you!” She set off with one of her classic cute waves that never failed to bring a smile to Sean’s face.

“Love you, too.”

Once alone again, Sean’s gaze drifted out the window, which he opened to let the breeze in. Nice and warm, but not too hot. Not bright or sunny, but that was okay. That was normal. He drank up his coffee, taking a bigger mouthful now that it cooled off enough for him to not scorch himself. The familiar comfort of the bitterness on his tongue and the heat expanding in his belly helped wake up and raise his spirits. Maybe he could make today a good day despite Anti’s fuckery.

...

What if it was all just a big prank?

If Anti followed the rules of Sean’s characterization of him - which may not be the case, he was willing to accept - then the possibility that he was merely out to fuck with everyone rather than actually harm them was a possibility that existed. What if he was getting worked up over nothing? What if they just warned dozens of people, who had little to nothing to do with any of this, of worse things to come that was actually coming? Felix and Marzia, at least, seemed to take it pretty seriously. Not the Felix would ever admit it, but Sean could hear the slightest twinge of fear in his voice as they talked. Normally he’d poke fun at him for it. This wasn’t a normal time.

It was weird, as scary as the whole thing was, no one had actually gotten hurt. Yet. As far as he knew. There was still that doubt with Mark, gnawing at the back of his mind, to consider.

He suddenly remembered that odd... dream? From last night, that conversation with that voice. Who were they? Anti? No, they didn’t seem malicious. He couldn’t remember all of what they talked about, but he did know that it was pleasant and calming. Nothing at all like Anti. Sean tried his best to remember what the voice sounded like - if it was identifiable to one he knew in real life. He didn’t remember it sounding like Anti’s, either. But he didn’t remember it sounding like anyone’s he knew. Maybe his memory was just bad. Didn’t they say they’d see him again soon? Maybe they’d show up again tonight?

Sigh... There was nothing he could do about any of this. Nothing beyond taking it one step at a time. One day at a time.

One recording at a time.

It’s time to start the day.

Whoa, look at this! Whoa, look at that!

That was pretty much all this recording session was going to be. God damn, this community made so much good shit. Look at all this art of him, of him and the Whoosh, of him and his friends, of all the egos...

“Aw, we should make a video game with them all, with all the characters.” That would be amazing. Especially an RPG, seeing how the community fleshed out and developed and interpreted the characters.

Who was this guy on the far right-hand side?

Jack the Magnificent, huh? He never gave the magician guy a name, did he? It felt a little weird, though, having three characters with “Jack” in their names. Jackieboy Man he could leave alone, since that was already a name he’d officially given him. Well, back in the video he showed up in, the name “Marvin” was the name that was given, right?

“That’s his name! That’s what we’re gonna call him from now on: Marvin the Magnificent! You all helped, ‘cause we did Marvin’s Magic.”

This was fun, making more characters! The community was gonna love this, having a new little baby to call their own. So was Sean!

Sean gradually sidled up next to Signe on the sofa. Bit by bit. Inch by inch. Until he was practically merged with her. While she let the game she was playing keep running - she could afford to, it was the middle of a Pokemon battle - the visible pause in her hand movement served as her acknowledgement of his playful pestering. She slowly turned her head towards him. Sean gave a wave, a smile, and a “Hi.”

“Do you mind?”

“Nope.” He peered over her shoulder. “Did you catch ‘em all yet?”

“Getting there.”

“What do you mean, ‘getting there?’“ He leaned back out of her personal zone, opening up Twitter on his phone. “You should’ve finished that a long time ago. You’ve been playing nonstop for, like, a month.”

“Have not.”

“You put in, like, three hours an hour.”

Signe flung her arm towards the window. “I went outside earlier! You saw!”

Sean shook his head and started scrolling through Twitter. “Probably out trying to find Rowlets on a power line.”

...Wait, what?

“You can’t get Rowlet in Pokemon Go.”

Hang on.

“I’m happy with my little Cyndaquil, though.”

This conversation was going to have to be dropped. Something was horribly wrong. These tweets...

Towards the end of the new Bio Inc I was getting migraine headaches. lol what if Anti’s real?

> same here??????

> Thirded. Like really bad too. And double vision.

“What the fuck?”

“Sean?”

“God,” he muttered under his breath, “the ride just doesn’t fucking end.”

Signe shut her 3DS and leaned over his shoulder.

“I never fucking finished it,” Sean said, largely to himself.

“What’s going on?”

“They’re all talking about Bio Inc. And they’re all getting, like, headaches and shit from it, apparently.”

> My sister had a literal seizure after watching it!!! No family history of epilepsy or nothing, shes never had a seizure before!!

> headaches with aura and nausea. the fuck is happening Jack!?!?!

> wow everyone’s feeling like that? holy shit im scared D:

Sean opened Youtube in a new tab. There’s no fucking way. There couldn’t be. He was more willing to believe that Anti was making shit up on Twitter than actually uploading an entire nonexistent video to Youtube and giving millions of people migraines and seizures from it.

And yet, there it was. The newest upload. Not Suicide Guy as was intended, but rather:

KILL JA̠͎̭̕CKSEPTICEYE | Bio IN҉̱c. RedempT̡͟I͘on #5.

Then again, he had to admit, Anti uploading a video wouldn’t be the craziest thing to have happened thus far.

“Wa-pssh! Top o’ the mornin’ to ya, laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to Bio Inc. Redemption!”

So at least it started off normally. Jack quickly became nauseated, desperately trying to hold back vomit, and ran off camera, with Dr. Schneeplestein appearing in his place. All as Sean originally wanted. It looked as though it was genuinely edited from what he did manage to successfully record. Even the mini bloopers with his face mask. But Sean knew better. Something had to be different.

Something such as the Anti moments that rapidly filtered in. Sean had planned for them, he did. But of course... it wasn’t finished. He didn’t record the little blips yet. Robin didn’t edit the Anti moments yet. There’s no way they should have been there. Yet they were. Sean’s head and vision pulsed with every blip.

Or another something such as Schneeplestein taking off his hat at the end, and Anti’s evil laugh filtering in. As if taking over the doctor’s body. Sean didn’t plan for that.

“I need your help!” Schneeplestein cried. “Save him! Save Jackse-”

“Anti.”

“I’m feeling dizzy,” Signe said. Sean wrapped his arm behind her, stabilizing both of them. Her breathing turned quick and shallow.

Schneeplestein suddenly tried to strangle himself with the headphone cable, correcting himself with a “What am I doing?” For a moment, Sean swore he could feel his own throat closing on itself.

His heart raced.

As Jack’s condition worsened, the screen decolorized. It was growing more and more obvious that Schneeplestein was operating under Anti’s control, with Anti breaking through as his name was inadvertently mentioned within “antidepressant” and “anticoagulant.”

Jack ultimately died - as planned, Sean wished he could say. And in his place...

“Ẃell, ͜lo͢o͘ḱ ͏who'͞s͡ ba͟çk!”

Sharp ringing pierced Sean’s ears and black splotches formed and disintegrated in his field of vision. Signe flinched as well. Jesus Christ. The community weren’t fucking kidding.

“I’m tired of playing pr̸̨ȩt̀en͠d́! Sick of it!” Anti’s hair started flickering between green and red - giving Sean a bit of a headache - gradually remaining red for longer blips of time as his demonic speech carried on. “And y̴ou th̶òug͝h̵t ͏you h͠ad ͡h̛i̕m ͝b҉ac̡k͜...” It reverted back to green.

“What the fuck is this?” Signe cried. She doubled over, hands clamped over her ears, breathing quickening even more to the point of hyperventilating. She ripped herself from Sean’s grip and took off before saying anything more, and before Sean could stop her and ask if she was okay.

“ I've k̴e͢p̶t͏ c̛ontr̀ol all this time.” Anti ran his fingers along the edge of the blade. Almost... seductively. Sean felt like he was suffocating. “N̨͝o̡̡͜͟t̵h̛́͟i͡҉͠n̷̷̢g̸̷͞ gets rid of me!” A shock blasted up his spine, throwing his head backwards against the back of the sofa and sending the phone flying out of his grasp. He may not have smacked against a wall, but it still hurt like a bitch. From the other room, he heard a thud and Signe yelping in pain at the same time as his head smash. Please be okay... Vertigo kept him trapped in place, and his vision turned dark again.

Anti’s voice continued, now seeming to come from within Sean’s own head as much as from the distance. “Mo̡c͞k̶i̛n͜g̢ ̢m̸e with your ‘glitch bitch’...” One of his evil laughs followed, and shocks ran through Sean’s body again, this time pinning his limbs down. His jaw, too, locked shut. Was this what having a seizure was like?

“P̨̛ò͘w͟͜e̷̷͘r͜le̕s̸s̴̸̷!̸͢͢”

“Sean!”

Signe’s shriek made his blood run cold. He desperately wanted to respond. He couldn’t.

“Wh̵o͝ do̡ you̡ ͏th̴i̕nk ͢y̷o͘u̧'̵v̴e ҉be͜e͠n҉ ̶w̸a͝tch͜in͢g all̸ t͞h͟is͡ tim̷e? My p̴̨u҉͟p̷͜͝p̛è͘t̷s̢.”

Fuckfuckfuck... Let me up! Signe, no...

“I̧f͏ ́y҉ou ̕wan̶t͡ h͠i͠m̕ b́a͝c͟k̀ so badly, then why don’t you ̶sav̸e ̵hi̵m̛?”

“Sean, hel-” She was silenced mid-sentence.

Signe! He tried with all his might to break out of his locked joints. To no avail. No!

“There are no̢ s̛tr̛i҉ng̸s͞ on me.”

His brain was screaming. Ringing. Pulsating.

...

And then all was silent.

“And for you! This isn’t over.”

Sean couldn’t get up. His joints felt released. Relaxed. His breathing and heartbeat slowed to a crawl. Too relaxed.

“I wonder what will happen to your favorite boy next time.”

Why did Sean feel so calm?

“See you soon.”

...

God damn, Anti was pissed this time around. All of the fun of his last two appearances was gone. Despite being a fictional character, Alyssa felt a significant quiver of fear in her chest after watching Bio Inc. Or maybe it was the drugs the doctors ordered for her. Who knows. It wasn’t pleasant to watch either way. Not that it was bad. The video was phenomenal, as always. A ray of sunshine on her fourth gloomy day in the hospital. It was so obvious that Jack and Robin had a blast creating this character, and the fun really rubbed off on Alyssa.

One, two, Anti’s coming for you~

It was Anti’s voice, unmistakable. But it sounded like it came from within her own head? Her eyes flicked around the room, scanning every corner; her ears opened in a vain attempt to catch another sound from him. Was she just going crazy? Was it just a side effect of whatever drugs they gave her?

Suddenly her nose and throat were forcefully blocked by a searing mass of thick fluid. Black mist flecked with green spanned across her field of vision. Something grabbed and squeezed her whole body like a giant’s hand, even holding her a few inches off the bed. Shocks shot through her spine and head. She needed to scream, but couldn’t. The fluid was real. Her arm was pinned to her side, unable to reach the call button that was otherwise right there...

It felt like the fluid in her lungs burst out and ripped down through the rest of her insides. Like her body had been hollowed out and filled with magma. Her spine bent backwards farther than she’d ever thought possible. The pain was mind-shattering. So much that she couldn’t even think about her imminent demise.

The first nurse on the scene about fainted at the sight. Staff crowded around, speechless. Alyssa’s father waited just outside the door, receiving no words of comfort about his baby girl.

This was no mere code. There was no resuscitating this one.

The next thing Alyssa knew, she was somehow alive, but alone, greeted by a gray, twilit sky and the hospital’s equally-monochrome edifice.

#jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #wiishu #fanfic #z write #not a reblog for once #I will survive #hehehehehe #htl alyssa

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keyofjetwolf · 8 years ago

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I have technically been working on this since November, by which I really mean I wrote the first few paragraphs, jotted down some notes, and then barely touched it again for two months. It’s been sitting on my head that I hadn’t finished it for a variety of reasons. I finally committed to finishing it before I went to sleep on Sunday, and as my crawling into bed at 4:30 in the fucking morning will attest, I meant it.

This is my first attempt at creating anything in the Overwatch universe. In literally every sense of the word, it’s Holligay’s fault.

~2200 words. I hope you enjoy at least a few of them.

@docholligay said: “kick his ass for me." Pharah/Tracer

There were battlefields, and then there were battlefields. They wove through the tapestry of Pharah’s life, adding definition and casting shadows. Patches of blood and steel stretching across golden sand. The glint of sunlight reflecting across proud sky blue metal. A cold disapproving stare muting the surrounding colours. Some she mourned, some she celebrated, and still others she simply endured.

A hand brushed at the cuff of Pharah’s pants and a weak voice, drained of its usual energy and strength, croaked, “Kick his arse for me.”

Yes, ��endured” was an excellent word.

Gentle brushing became forceful tugging. “Pharah.” Attention was what the voice wanted. Pharah crossed her arms behind her back, remained focused on a point straight ahead, and steadfastly refused. “Pharah! Avenge me, Pharah!”

A surreptitious kick did nothing to dislodge the fingers twisting into the crisp dark blue fabric. Pharah felt her eyebrow twitch at the thought of all the new wrinkles being born this very moment. Still, she could accept her ironing as a necessary, if unfortunate, casualty. There was no stand without costs.

Stand, she would.

Stand, she mus—

“Fareeeeeeehaaaa!”

Would it be possible to stand anywhere else? No. No, she was in too deep, now. Withdrawal would signal defeat, if it were even still possible. And, as Tracer hauled herself upward, grasping first one handful and then another of trousers, Pharah’s keen tactical mind centered on only one thought:

Far, far too late, you fool.

“Avennnggeeee,” Tracer hissed like a spectral demon. Still refusing to put any weight on her legs, she dangled from Pharah’s forearm and pawed at her tank top.

She would tell Angela their future meetings must take place in their room, or the kitchen, or the gymnasium. Perhaps the relative safety of Winston’s experimental laboratory. One of Talon’s many temporary bases they’d uncovered would also be acceptable. Anywhere but the recreation room. The recreation room was no longer a welcoming place for Pharah. Not for the first time, her arm itched with the desire to fire a rocket.

Pharah clasped her hands tighter. This had the unfortunate side-effect of giving Tracer a better purchase. Her tank top slid dangerously in one direction and then the other, until Tracer’s head popped up at Pharah’s right ear. As her arm wrapped around Pharah’s neck, Tracer beamed, unspeakably proud that she had conquered Mt. Amari.

“Feel I should plant a flag!” Tracer’s grin was audible. “Declare this land for queen and country.”

Pharah’s eyes flicked to Tracer, even as the rest of her remained stoic and resolute. “Your people did not fare so well last time you laid claim to Egyptian treasures.”

“We rarely do, love. We rarely do.”

A quick double pat on the shoulder was Tracer’s only other concession before climbing down from Pharah. Only she didn’t so much climb as she coiled into Pharah’s bicep, brought her feet up, and launched herself into a graceful backflip. She seemed to hover for a moment, not defying gravity so much as striking a friendly bargain to ignore it for a little while, before landing solidly on both feet. It was an absurd, unnecessary gesture, of the kind only Lena Oxton would work into her every day as often as possible.

Pharah reached up and made a show of brushing any lingering dirt from the launchpad of her arm. Tracer did not so much as acknowledge the action. “Right, so!” she began instead. “The avenging, then.”

“I am surprisingly uncompelled.”

It wasn’t because Mercy had just walked into the rec room, but had Pharah even the slightest moment of interest in Tracer’s plight, it would have disappeared the moment her wife appeared. Angela hadn’t spotted her yet, which only allowed Pharah the opportunity to steal a few precious moments to observe her at her least self-conscious. The way Angela’s eyes shone with intelligence and keen perception as she scanned the room. How her bottom lip curled inward as her teeth lightly clamped down, as they always did when she was lost in concentration. The delicate play of her fingers drumming against her thigh as she—

“So you’re letting ‘im get away with it, just like that?” Tracer was suddenly in her path, her arms crossed and head slowly shaking back and forth. “I’m disappointed, Fareeha, simply gutted.”

By and large, Pharah was not a person given much to philosophy and contemplation. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate those arts, and it certainly wasn’t that they were beyond her. Only that – either by requirement or design, Pharah couldn’t really say which – her life was governed by necessity. Simplicity. She was changing, of course. It was clear that her time in Overwatch would leave her with scars she could never have anticipated. That necessity, though, it was her guiding wind, and when it blew, Pharah listened to what she needed.

She needed to make Tracer shut up.

You could listen to what she wants and help her, the wind whispered in her mind.

There had to be something better than that.

You could kill her, the wind whispered again. It seemed to Pharah as though it shrugged. How a wind shrugged was a curiosity she didn’t think to question.

Aggravating as it was to admit, Tracer was vital to Overwatch. Beyond her effectiveness as an agent, which was without question superb, she was a kind of glue for the team, taking them from a loose band of warriors to something greater. They would fracture without her. Killing Tracer was out of the question.

It could never be said that Pharah was less than a consummate soldier. When a task needed doing, however unpleasant, she would see it done.

That didn’t mean it always had to be done gracefully. With a sigh that only began to hint at the degree to which she did not want to be speaking these words, Pharah asked, “What do you need?”

“Brilliant!” Tracer bounced over to Pharah, leapt up, slung an arm around her neck, and dragged her down until their faces were level. Dropping her voice, she whispered in Pharah’s ear like they were wartime conspirators. “And it’s so simple, yeah? All I need is for you to beat Reinhardt for me!”

They pulled apart, though their eyes remained locked. Tracer raised an eyebrow and grinned, nodding her agreement that this was in fact that greatest conspiracy of all time. Pharah stayed in her position, hunched over despite the fact that Tracer was no longer holding her in place. Neutrality was all she revealed. Stony, distant neutrality. Then:

“You are embarrassing yourself.”

Pharah neatly stepped around Tracer, who had somehow never anticipated anything less than enthusiastic agreement, and so was unprepared for everything happening. It afforded Pharah enough time to see Mercy staring right at her. She was smiling, and Pharah felt the corners of her lips curl upward in an involuntary response.

Until Mercy frowned a little and shook her head. She gestured to Tracer, by now so behind and forgotten as far as Pharah was concerned, and the smile returned with an understanding nod. Do whatever you were doing with Tracer, it’s fine.

It was like cold water gushed in Pharah’s veins. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. No. Please no.

But it was too late. Tracer again popped up and consumed Pharah’s vision. “I don’t mean BEAT beat, that’s ‘ardly a response for civilized and respectable individuals such as ourselves, now is it? Beat him at billiards!”

Tracer pointed, and sure enough, in the corner, Reinhardt was bending over the table, concentrating on making his shot. The pool cue seemed almost comically out of place in giant hands typically seen wielding a hammer larger than many Overwatch agents. He didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness, however, and sound of the balls clacking was quickly followed by the soft thud as several disappeared into the holes.

“HA! VICTORY IS AGAIN MINE!” Reinhardt roared, quite unnecessarily. D.Va, across the room, spat something in rapid Korean into her headset. Had anyone been listening, they would’ve heard “No, just my stupid grandpa. Again. Ignore him. And stop sucking, oh my GOD.”

Tracer crossed her arms and leveled a glare at Reinhardt. “’e’s a shark, ‘e is,” she grumped to Pharah. “Lost thirty quid, and me with a date this fine evening.” She lifted a hand to her chest and stared wistfully into the distance. “A gentle lady of ‘ighest tastes and bearing, deserving only the choicest lager in all the land.”

“And will she be graced with free peanuts as well?” Pharah asked, the faintest hint of amusement creeping into her voice.

Hands flung to Tracer’s wounded heart, and she took first one, then two, then a third outrageously exaggerated stagger. “I dunno how you do it, Ange,” she called over her shoulder toward Mercy, “bedding down with such cruelty night after night.”

Mercy giggled and sat on the couch, folding her legs gracefully under her. “It’s difficult, but we all must make sacrifices.”

The giggles only intensified as Pharah shot Mercy a cartoonish glare.

“That we do, love,” Tracer agreed, returning to Pharah’s side. “Such as the aforementioned arse kicking.”

What was most unnerving, Pharah found, was how there was no outlasting Tracer. They’d been at this for how long now? And the way Tracer was smiling at her, like she’d just woken up fresh from a full night’s sleep and ready to conquer the day.

Experience had taught Pharah to know when she was in an unwinnable situation. That a sacrifice now could mean more saved later.

But Tracer was a fighter as well, and she knew when she had her target dead in her sights. The problem was that experience had NOT taught Tracer to not be a cocky asshole about it.

“For meee…?” Tracer sang, leaning into Pharah with a smile that may have been charming to some ladies, but which only sparked a fuse in Pharah.

“Absolutely not,” Pharah said, stepping forward and nearly sending Tracer face first to the ground. “Not for you.” Her fist clenched, and once again her muscles twitched as they automatically tried to activate suit mechanisms that didn’t currently exist. She wanted to soar into the air, she wanted to survey her battlefield, she wanted to fire her last barrage.

All she had was her fist, however. It would have to do. Pharah thumped her chest and held it solemnly over her heart. After a moment’s silence, she said, “For Justice.”

Then she turned and marched toward Reinhardt. Tracer thrust her hands in her jacket pockets and watched her for a few seconds before strolling over to Mercy, still curled on the couch.

“Y’know you married a dork, yeah? You must do.”

“Fareeha certainly has her moments,” Mercy happily agreed.

“A NEW CHALLENGER!” Reinhardt roared.

“Sooo,” Tracer drug out, rocking back on her heels. “Thirty quid on Reinhardt?”

Mercy’s brow furrowed in confusion. “You mean Pharah.”

“ave you bet against your own wife? I’m no villain. You wound me, Ange, so you do.”

There was no response, save Mercy tilting her head and narrowing her eyes at Tracer. It was devastatingly quick and remarkably effective, as the confession spilled out almost immediately.

“Look, I said ‘e was a shark, didn’t I!”

Mercy failed to look impressed.

“I got me date tonight, Ange, ‘ave a ‘eart! I need to—“

A deep bass thud echoed in the rec room, and then another and another, each growing louder. Tracer’s eyes lit up, and something resembling an apology tumbled from her mouth. “You’rerightI’mbloodyterribleI’msorrynevermind.”

She got it out just as Winston entered the room. He smiled to see so many people present, and when he adjusted his glasses, it was almost certainly not due to nervous habit whatsoever. “Uhm, hello everyone,” his voice rumbled. “I’m glad to see we’re all—“

“Win!” Tracer cried, flinging herself at him with abandon. Winston looked startled, but caught her easily. “Pharah versus Reinhardt, match of the century, it is. ‘ow’s about we make a friendly little wager, yeah?, where— Oi!”

Just as smoothly as he caught her, Winston set Tracer on the ground and backed out of the recreation room. “Okay. Yeah. No.” he said, retreating down the hall.

Tracer immediately took off after him. “Winston! I just need— Bugger!” She screeched to a halt an inch before crossing the threshold. Swearing more aggressively under her breath, Tracer raced across the room, snatched up her chronal accelerator from its charge station, and raced out the doorway while slipping it on. “Y’did that on purpose, you big cheat! Get back ‘ere!”

Her voice trailed off as she ran after Winston. Mercy wasn’t even paying attention. The couch offered an ideal view of the billiards table, and the tank top left Pharah’s arms entirely exposed. The way she was chalking up the cue stick with such intensity… Well, this hadn’t been part of Mercy’s plan for the evening, but as she settled more comfortable into the couch, she decided she was willing to adjust.

Pharah leaned over the green felt of the table, lining up her shot with careful precision. She drew her arm, took a deep breath, and the game was on. For justice.

#docholligay #jw writes stuff #five words prompt #audience participation #cloudy with a chance of JUSTICE

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inkytsuki · 7 years ago

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in celebration for kish’s birthday i’m rereading the annotated version of the original illu so here it is for ya’ll!!

Includes my annotations from the stream and all the mistakes i made when i was twelve. its horrible. you are welcome

tw for furry bashing (i actually love furries i just hate myself)

Prologue (cara literally wrote that monologue from the hangover about being a lone wolf

at the bottom of the page)

The name Illusien has a history. A special name, on Glacitoria. It means Illumination. The name has always been given to a young woman; never a man or boy. The woman would receive her powers on her 16tth birthday; from that moment on, she became the light of Glacitoria. The name was only given every 110 years. The name was a promise, a promise of life. She would live 100 years (????), then ten more years later, she would be reborn. Each time a different woman, a different power, a brighter light. Each reincarnation stronger than the last. The ruler of all, lover of all, protector, savior, queen……….

Chapter 1: Illusien

The bright sun shone in her eyes. She winced and squinted as she got up and closed the curtains. Amber slowly opened her eyes. She looked around the room searching from her stuff. Tommorrow (aces thats literally how i spelled it) would be her 16th birthday. She couldn’t stand waiting. When all Glacitorian’s turn 16, they can have their genes tested, giving them the ability to obtain their powers, and move into the above ground planet with a real sun and sky. The artificial sky and sun we so annoying to Amber. She slipped downstairs and ran out the front door. "It’s so dirty down here,“ she thought (kill me). "All you can smell is dirt. I wonder if Alex is awake.” (still kill me) Her brown hair glowed red in the sunlight, her freckles lit up her face and her green eyes, murky green and swamplike, shone in the artificial sun. (this is so homoerotic i was so gay) She wondered what it would be like above ground. She hoped it would be much more lovely than this. The thought of only having to be underground for 24 more hours was unbearable. She walked on back to the orphanage. Living in an orphange (FUCKING HELL KATIE CORRECTED THIS TO ORPHANGE) was not odd because after your 16th birthday you were sent up. But, there were in fact squibs (robbed terminology from harry potter), whose (I CANT BELIEVE I USED THE RIGHT FORM OF WHOSE) genes did not match anything but human DNA. So they were not able to go above and were doomed to live underground. Most children did not know their parents. Being so excited, Amber did not know what time it was. She looked at the clock. It was 9:30 pm. And then she drifted to sleep. (LEGENDARY)

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Amber woke up. Happy birthday to me, she thought. She stood up and looked around her room. Lauren was still asleep. (who the fuck is lauren) Wearily, she quietly walked out of the room. She slipped downstairs. Andrea, the squib owner, caretaker, was waiting for her. "Are you ready Amber,“ she asked. "Yes and no, and Andrea?” "Yes Amber,“ "Is Alex comming?” "Yes, Celia is bringing him,“ And they left.

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Amber looked at Alex, her twin brother. He had her hair, but not her face nor eyes. He looked nothing like her. (he was ugly) Knowing soon they would pass into the real Glacitoria, was hard. (not this shit again. ALSO RANDOM COMMA FTW) It was a heavy weight. Soon, they reached a large cave. Andrea and Celia stopped. "We cannot go any farther,” said Andrea. "You must complete the journey,“ this time the voice was from Celia. (??????) Amber hugged Andrea good-bye. Alex walked on. They entered the cave. this cave was dingy and weathered. There was a trickle of water running down through the cave. Amber and Alex kept on and the water grew stronger. "I see light!” Amber exclaimed. They crawled out. It was loud. The rumbling of voices filled the air. (WHERE DO THESE PEOPLE GO. THEY LITERALLY ARE IN THE WOODS ALONE FOR MONTHS OK) They walked towards a door-like arch. "Name.“ A short man boomed from a window (HOW DOES SHE KNOW HES SHORT) "Age.” "Sixteen.“ "Today?” "Today.“ He told her to step into the arch. She did so. A green light flashed around her. (Daisy??? is that you………??) She saw a tail pop out on her back and felt ears sprout on her head. Her hair turned dark red and she felt a warmth. A spark. It landed on her finger tips and went inside her. Pop! (pop yep. i used the word pop. sound effects. slay.) A green (surprise) outfit surrounded her. Black gloves popped (ugh) on her hands. A whisper. More whispers. Then she started to float down, the light drifted away. The whispers ceased. The dwarf (NOW HES A DWARF APPARENTLY) seemed to be in a daze. But one word stayed on her mind. Illusien.

Chapter 2: The Newest Light

"I’m afraid I’m gonig to have to tell you,” the dwarf (ah…continuity) said, “you’re goig to start to forget who you are. Then you will become someone new.” (DEMENTIA) "Sir,“ said the girl (???? transition????) "does this have anything to do with that word, Illusien, I believe it was?” "I’m afraid it does,“ the (very afraid) dwarf said in reply. "That is now your name. You are the new light for Glacitoria.” It stuck in her head like chewing gum on a desk. ( i like this analogy katie said it was stupid) “You are the newest light for Glacitoria.” She had heard that name before. Illusien. She thanked him and left. She hadn’t seen her brother (bother was accurate tbh) cross through. Her fox ears and tail twitched. (it pains me to write that.) She stood up. Maybe her brother was a squib. The beauty of Glacitoria is more than I would ever imagined, with undisturbed nature, the girl thought, much better than underground. The fresh air smelled and tasted good to Illusien. She closed her green, cat-like (shes a fox tho) eyes to take a deep breath. She felt herself bump into something. (SPOILER: IT KISH) She opened her eyes and looked up. The soft hazel eyes that looked back at her calmed her. His dark hair gleamed in the sunlight (moonlight was written over this but im so confused) Real sun(moon)light, she thought, no artifical stuff. He looked at her with his soft gaze. (hes actually batshit and a brat haha) It made her want to melt. She couldn’t look away. "H-hi-um i-urr,“ she stammered. (ATTRACTIVE) "Hello, my name is Mikish,” he said (awkwardly) cooly. “You can call me Kish.” "Hi, my name is Am–I mean Illusien (theres a little :) next to illusien),“ Illusien said. (cause…we needed…to…hear…her…name…again…) "You know, you’re a legend,.” Kish replied, “( I ca nt believe i ha ve to ty pe this) A (ew) beautiful one at that,” he said looking her dead in the eyes. She blushed. (cause thats what u do when a guy is creeping on you) Wait! Mikish, she thought, the words suddenly creeping into her head; he’s a legend himself! "You know,“ said she (why), "your a legend too.” "Really? I wondered why they acted all weird when I went through two years ago!“ he said sarcastically. (ive used all my exclaimation points for the rest of my life and its only page like 6) She laughed. She couldn’t help it. (ew ew ewewewwe WHY DO I HAVE TO TYPE THIS) He was so (…………………) handsome, he made her (???? what is) want to sing Amazing Grace at the top of her lungs. (?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????) "You tell my story (??),” Kish said, “And I’ll tell you yours.” (I love how there is always a break in the dialogue)

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As Kish told her of her past, she watched him. All of his movents (?) so perfect, so smooth, so natural (i would fuckin hope so). He was a work of art. She looked into his hazel eyes. They were so beautiful. He must be an angel, she thought. Only an angel could be so beautiful. (evan peters is actually weirdly attractive but lol) Suddenly (obligatory anime faint) she was feeling super dizzy. "Are you okay?!“ exclaimed Kish. "Kish…” (jfc) She closed her eyes and fainted. (why) (actually theres a reason but i didnt do this for that reason unfortunately)

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(I do not want to type this part like no why WHY WHY DID I WRITE THIS. I LET PEOPLE READ THIS) It was dark. Illusien could hear the crackling of fire. She rolled over. Kish! Where was Kish? Kish came through the trees, carrying firewood. (another little :) ) "Well, you’re finally awake!“ Kish said. "What happened?” asked Illusien, rubbing her head. "You fainted!“ (he said mockingly as he laughed at her. he kept laughing. what a fucking idiot) Oh no! (please dont make me do this) (this is literally right out of tokyo mew mew a la mode) I (plz) fainted in front of this (no plz) cute guy? (sigh) say it isnt so!

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The fire was warm. Kish (sorry i changed POVs. now its in Kish’s pov????) looked up at her. She saw him and he averted his gaze. Her tail twitched as she sat across from him. She pulled her hair back into (god fucking damn it. why why why why why why) ribboned (no) pigtails. Her bangs and (rolls eyes into the abyss) frames (anime hair sugoii desu) hung down. Her swamplike eyes lit up in the firelight. His looked gray in the light. It made him look more handsome (so beautiful everyones so beautiful and white). If that was possible. (ew) "Illusien.” "Yes, Kish?“ (addressing one another by name so that the deer arent confused) "You should get some rest. I’ll show you around in the morning. Don’t worry. (oh no here we go with the white boy bull shit) I’ll always be around to protect you. Always. (haha nope)” The words hung in her ears. (which ones) She smiled. "Good night kish.“ "Good night, my light.” (next to it “awwwww how sweet” more like barf)

Chapter 3: Kish

“Good morning! ( :) )” "Whaa!! (oh my god) Oh, kish!“ "Get up we must get going.” "Kish (it looks like kush right here) what are you talking about? You sound worried!“ "I’ll tell you when we get there.” "Okay. I trust you.“ (yoU ARE TOO TRUSTING) –

Her dark red hair bounced as they treaded through the woods. Her orange red ears stood straight up and her eyes on Kish. The evergreen forest around her sent chills up her spine. She decided to follow behind Kish closer. She heard a stick crack. (ACTION) "Kish! Get down!” "What?!“ "Someone’s following us.” They laid down behind a large log. Kish, she thought, where is he? (hes a fast little fucker apparently) Kish was gone. She heard a crack. Kish shot an arrow at their attacker. (apparently hes ann excellent marksman) Illusien got up. She looked older now. (is this really the time for this) She didn’t think as she used to. (its been one fucking day) She walked over to Mikish, who was standing over the body. (who he killed with one shot. with a normal bow and arrow) He picked up an amulet. “This belongs to Xalador (lmfao),” he thought. “This is what I feared!”

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“Kish are we there yet? ( :) )” "Almost.“ They stopped at a stream with a great water fall crashing down. (streams dont get great waterfalls…..like…no. just nope). It’s beautiful, thought Illusien, like nothing ive every seen! "We’re here, Illusien.” "Now tell me what we’re doing.“ –

"We are in danger. Mostly you. Do you know who Xalador is?” "No.“ (why the fuck. she doesnt know anything shit head) "He is a sorcerer (?). His power is greater than mine and has the ability to drain the power from you. That’s what he wants. Your power. He wants to destroy you

once and for all. If you are destroyed in your youth and not before your 100 years are up the light of Glacitoria will be extinguished forever.” (???????? okay whatever) Illusien looked into his gray eyes. They had looked hazel the night before. His hair wasnt as dark either. It was sandyish. (jfc) He looked at her with piercing eyes. (as piercing as an awkward 15 year old virgins eyes can be) She knew he was serious.

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As she sat listening she had an eerie feeling as the words seemed to creep into her head:

“Mikish, the controller of mind (originally his power was water). King of all. Caretaker of Illusien. Always born two years earlier. He would follow Illusien through her journey.

Forever, until his destruction.” (too trusting)

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They picked berries until the sun started to fade. They found their way back as it was almost sunset. Kish went to find firewood. (after sunset probably hes an idiot) Illusien (being a fucking furry) started to play with a mouse. She got bored and killed it. (a symptom of both psychopathy and being a furry) She was about to eat it (?>>>????? fuckin furry) when Kish came back. Kish was going to find some stones to start a fire with. He tried to strike a fire

with stones. (but he fuckin sucks so here we are) Illusien snapped her fingers and the logs burst into flames. (showy littl e cunt) Kish looked at her. (he does that a lottttT) She smiled, proud of herself. She looked at him. She shivered. "Good night Kish.“ "Good night Illusien.” Chapter 4: “What do we do?” (slay me already okay. also this chapter is literally 1 page front and back. thats it)

Illusien woke up. Kish wasn’t there. (this is a reoccuring theme) "Kish?!“ (immediate panic. someone help her) Kish was sitting on the cliff by the water fall. (okay so i have no idea why this is her immediate thought) "I wonder if I can fly or float or something like Kish,” she thought. (HOW DO WE KNOW HE FLIES??? THIS IS THE FIRST EXAMPLE AND LITERALLY NO ONE SAW HIM DO IT) She concentrated. The she floated up. She opened her eyes and flew foward slowly. She tapped down gently beside Kish. (nice to know she magically learned how to fly and is instantly incredible at it) "Kish?“ "Yes, Illusien,” (get ready for it. PREPARE YOUR SELF) “What do we do?” —

(OH GOD. OH GOD YES OH YES LMFAO YES) "Lord?“ "Yes, Malaki?” "We’ve located her.“ "Good. (fave fav e fave) Destroy her not. Lead her to me.” "Lord, what shall we do about the boy?“ ”(THIS IS MY FAVORITE LINE) Bring to me him. I want to see the light leave their eyes.“ (?????????????? im like what cause thats not right but ok) —

Illusien waited for a reply from Kish. It was hard for Kish to say what to do. He did want to go through with it. (with what i m) Kish thought a moment and then realized it had to be done. "Illusien, we have to kill Xalador. If he doesn’t die, we surely will and the whole world will be under his control for all eternity. (i m laughing so hard rn)” Kish couldn’t look her in the eyes. He knew it was dangerous. But so was the rest of her life. One mistake and all of Glacitoria will be gone forever, he thought. Or at least as we know it. "Okay. But one question. How do we kill him?“ (illusien asking the important questions)

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(wtf is this and why did i change povs and shit) All of her past lives, thought Kish,she has defeated her enemies. Throughout all her reincarations she hasn’t failed. But what if this time, she doesn’t suceed??

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Illusien looked around. Crack. Another crack. Something was out there. A dark shadow. It came closer. Then everything went black. (THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR A NARCOLEPTIC EPISODE)

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Chapter 5: Captivity (?)

Kish woke up. He looked around. Illusien was gone. "Illusien!” No answer. He waitied, she didn’t come back. He started on his way. He decided to fly up to see where was. No movement. He couldn’t see anything in the dense forest. He realized he had to track her, (this was good until this point right her) or lose her forever. (F ucKin)

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Illusien startled. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Kish, she thought. She opened her eyes. She was not by the stream anymore. (THE WRITING IS SO LIGHT RIGHT HERE JFC) Illusien felt the tears well up in her eyes. (shes a cryer unfortunately)She didn’t know where she was. A figure appeared in front of her. He smelled charred. (HE SMELLED OF BURNING FLESH. WHAT A FUCKING GREAT DESCRIPTION 12 YR OL D ME BYE) And dingy. (nice. a real man) He leaned down and gave her a hand. (like a real anime gentleman) When she stood her green eyes met his equally murky eyes. His dark hair blew in the wind (fuck) as he looked down at her. (wait i lied this is my favorite line) He didn’t look like a kidnapper. "Hello.“ He said with a (totally sugoi) bow. (who the fuck does this little shit think he is.) ("I just met you and this is crazy. But i just kidnapped you. so fuck me maybe”) Illusien though for a moment, then said, “Hello.” though “why did you kidnap me” would have been more appropriate. (narcolepsy man) His murky eyes glistened (ANIME). Suddenly, she (sighhh) felt weak in the knees. She couldn’t move, she couldnt run, she couldnt (fucking stop making run on sentences?) do anything. (its the GHB in your system, honey. hes a creep.) He was (no good god why did) even more handsome that Kish. (not rly tbh) He was hypnotising. Finally, he spoke up. (did they just stare at each other for like 2 minutes bc) "My name is Luke. I have saved you.“

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"My lord, we have lost her.” "Well, then Malaki, find HER!“ "Lord Xalador.: "Yes Jesse” "Malaki you tell him.“ (pussy) "Lord, we think she has found the boy.” "Do NOT (underlined very heavily) let them get away!!“ (they already…ok) —

Illusien sat across from Luke. It was all confusing to her. (you are too trusting. he could be anyone. he could be a serial killer. a rapist. i mean. you faint all the time. you need to g et away) The journey had not yet begun (what mother fuckin journey are you prattling about) and where was Kish? "I have saved you” From what? She took a bite of the delicious (why was i such a fuckin weeb) rice cake, it was delicious (SLAY Me). Then she looked at Luke. (she looked at look is what i wrote the first time lmao) He stood. She stood too. "Luke?“ (she always addressed people by their name like theres someone else there) "Yes?” "What have you saved me from?“ (DRUMFUCKInrOLL) "Mikish.” "Mikish?“ "Yes. You must not believe him. He is a deciever!” (did i just watch spy kids 3) "Kish?“ Illusien said. "He just doesn’t seem the type.” (what exactly is the type? since….theyre decieving you???) "Oh but he is. He works for Xalador!“ (zaxbys he works at zaxbys) "What can you tell me about Xalador ?( :D)” "He is new to Glacitoria. Very young. In the four months you have been in Glacitoria he have been rising, plotting your downfall.“ (it has literally been like 3 days max. MAX) "Why was I chosen?” "You will find out. Illusien, you are the light. You are our queen, and our savior. Now, you should be worried about destroying Xalador.“ (he dont know. cryptic little shi.t) Illusien looked up. She didn’t remember who she was anymore. (??) She turned to face Luke, who was standing behind her. "Luke, I don’t know who to trust, anymore.” "You can trust me.“ "Well. That’s exactly what Kish said.” (SASS)

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Lord Xalador stood. He was ready to destroy all surrounding him. "Malaki (i cant wait till i ge t to the glorious mispelling of his name), why is it the simple things I ask of you and Jesse, never get done!“ "Sir, we try our best.” "Your best is not suitable!“ (wreckd) "Lord, may we add that–” "Jesse, fetch me Mikish.“ —

Illusien looked up (she does that a fuckin lot) throught the trees. The tall oak she was under glistened with dew. "You can trust me.” Can I really trust him? she pondered. Is he right about Kish? Luke walked around the tree to where Illusien was sitting. He looked at her. She caught his gaze and he looked away. (ahh. romance.) "Illusien?“ "Yes?” He reached around his neck. He took off his necklace. It had a ruby on the end. "I want you to have this.“ (white boy gift) "Your pendant?” (fuckin wait for it) "No. My promise. ( :) )“

Chapter 6: Lessons

She let her hair down. (god damn it) She brushed through it. (katies annotation on the page: "WHERE IN THE HELL DID SHE GET A BRUSH?”) Luke, it bounced through her head, Luke. (new hotter boy instant crush) She clutched the pendant with one hand. She closed her eyes. (was this it? was this the boy she was going to give her virginity to? was this love? she had his necklace, a part of him, a symbol of his affection. theyd only known each other a day, and he hadnt even asked her to be his girlfriend….but still…the necklace had to mean something….right????) She looked over at Luke. He was still sleeping. She stood, put out the fire, and went to sleep. Luke opened his eyes (like a fuckin creeper), snapped his fingers and the log burst back into flames. (WHHHHAAAT)

— (HOLY SHIT THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD AND I LOVE THIS PART BYE) The sun shone through the trees. Kish was on his way to Xalador’s castle. He was upset with himself. He thought, why did I let her get away? Lord, oh god, the Lord will probably kill me, I wasn’t (best spelling mistake ever) supposeded to let her go. He shook his head. I didn’t want to bring her in the first place. (!!!!) No use fighting emotions now. He couldn’t believe he let himself fall in love with her. (in 3 days nonetheless. impressive) He looked up, the castle was just up ahead. He took a deep breath and pushed her out of his head for a moment, and headed inside. (this isnt the part i thought it was)

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“So who is this Xalador guy any ways? I mean seriously, no one will tell me anything.” "When the time comes, you will know.“ (this guy is useless. he aint know shit from dirt) "Why does everyone keep saying that?” (because i was twelve and hadn’t actually come up with anything yet. i literally sat in my prealgebra class and wrote you) "Because it’s true. You will know the horrible truth when the time comes,“ he paused, "and that is a promise.” (grOSS LITTLE SHIT STOP SAYING THAT) Illusien looked away. (b-baka!!) She knew he would keep his promise. She clutched her necklace, closed her eyes, and turned to face him. "What about my brother?“ —

"Mikish, your late.” (a wizard is never late, frodo baggins. nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to) "Yes, my lord, I know, I apologize.“ ("I brought starbucks tho.” “You asshole! I only drink coffee from joe muggs! the cafe inside books a million!! sarah is my favorite barista!1” “OH NO SORRY MY LORD”) "Where is the girl?“ (he asked, stroking his hairless face. he was a dark lord. why could he not grow facial hair.) "Lord, you must understand, I, I…I lost her. She was kidnapped in the night.” "Useless! Everyone of you. Malaki, Jesse, and you, of all people, Mikish I trusted you to bring her to me!“ "My lord! I really, please I beg of you, one more chance.” "Fine, Mikish. Get out of my sight.“

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"Your brother, made it through, that’s true. But I say with a heavy heart, I cannot tell you what has happened to him.” There was a brief silence between them. She (surprise) looked up at him. "Teach me. Teach me to control my powers, Luke. I know you have the power of fire just like me. So teach me.“ He hesitated, "Okay Illusien, I promise.” (shuuuuut uppppp) —

(OKAY I LOVE THIS PART LMAO) How could I be so stupid? Kish kicked a tree. I can’t believe I did this. (from this point on katie is writing the scene and im helpingokay sorry. this is us together.) She probobly is sitting with the rebel boy, and he is telling her who i really am. He pulled at his hair in frustration. Lord Xalador expected Kish to bring Illusien to him. How did Xalador talk me into this? If only I’d known……… (katie wrote: “how much of a slut she is…..” jfc man we were so brutal to this poor narcoleptic furry) Luke looked at Illusien. Her breathing was soft and light. She looked so much beautiful when she slept. (lmfao im dying rn so much beautiful) She was peaceful. The questioning look on her face was gone. (im always so confused by the weird out of context things katie wrote. like wtf was she talking about.) He could see the damage Kish had done. (da…mag..e…??/) She stirred slightly. He wondered what she dreamt about. Kish had put through her head so many lies. Luke could see she didn’t want to believe him about Kish. (reasonable…since she doesn’t even know you dude.) Her gentle nature was greater than he had ever seen. (oh not this fucking bullshit again comE ON) Her radiance and beauty were equal to her personality. (nonexistant??? cause really shes kind of like a brick.) (katie wrote: “bullshit! :)”) Illusien shivered in her sleep. He walked over and covered her with his blanket. She calmed. He wouldn’t need it anyway because he wouldn’t be sleeping anyway. (…..what he gonna do bc,) Kish would be on his way to find her at anytime and he had to be alert. (right. cause kish is the biggest threat in the whole forest. im laughing too har d omg)

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Kish wandered through the forest. He couldn’t find her. It’s no use, he thought, the rebel boy has probably taken her out of the woods by now any way. (neg. also THE REBEL BOY WHY DID WE CALL HIM THAT IM GONNA PEE.) Kish was confused. He wanted to be with her but he wanted her to be safe. (be…with…her……..youve known her like 4 days, kiddo. you just…want…other things ok) He knew this was impossible, but he couldn’t think clearly anymore. The other night he had read into her thoughts. He implanted false thoughts and sensed where she was. (sensed where she was?? ok katie PLEASE explain this to me i do not understand your reasoning behind this.) HE COULD DO THAT AGAIN!!! DUH!!!! (i dont think m y commentary is necessary on this lmao) The answer was right there! But did he want to put her in jeporady? (thats how its spelled) (katie loved loved loved the word jeopardy) As soon as they were together again, she would be in trouble. (understatement of the generation. TROUBLE. HA. more like mildly mortal peril) If he could just decide! Thoughts kept whirling through his head. If he sacrificed her safety for his pleasure (WOW. WOW. WOW. THATS HIGHLY INNAPPROPRIATE WORDING FOR A TWELVE YEAR OLD. WOWZA) he would be a jerk. If he didn’t look for her, he would be killed. Maybe they just weren’t meant to be………….

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Illusien stirred. She slowly opened her eyes. It was morning. (WILL LUKE BE THERE.) She looked down and realized that Luke had given her his blanket in the night. The fire had long since gone out. She wondered where Luke was. She hadn’t seen him since last night. (OH NO) As hard as the truth is to realize, Illusien said to herself, I’m starting to believe Luke. (under what basis? you’ve hardly spoken to the guy, and the only thing you really know about him is that he’s kinda cute and he smells bad. he told you that the last guy you were with was the bad guy but you didn’t really have any stock yourself that made it fit and you have absolutely no reference that can tell you if thE MAN WHO KIDNAPPED YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IS TELLING YOU THE TRUTH) (like sorry that birdman jr told you no flamingos when it came to kish but like you dont really know either of these guys) I mean, if kish was really that worried about me, wouldn’t he come looking for me? (girl) And waht about when I brought up the subject of Xalador? He spoke hesitantly and always seemed to be hiding something. (did he??) Luke, wouldn’t lie to me, would he? (YOU DONT KNOW THAT.) Luke, she was starting to fall for him. (YOUVE DECIDED THIS IN LESS THAN 3 PAGES) He was handsome and charming. (not the word i would use) But still, she still was getting over how Kish had built up her trust and was going to turn her over to the “Lord Xalador”. (but still she still) She sensed Luke in the near distance, heading back. (her furry senses were tingling) Illusien quickly made sure her hair was in place, her ears neat, her tail shiny, and that she had nothing on her face. (picturing her grooming herself was the least attractive thing and im sure luke is not into furries either…however…..birdman jr) Luke approached her. “Good morning.” "Good morning, Luke,“ she blushed. "I assume you’re ready for your lessons today.” Lessons! Shoot! (shoot. shoot. i said shoot) I had forgotten about those. Of course I’m not ready! But I can’t let him know that!! (katie wrote most of this scene lmao)“Okay, first, Illusien, you need to stand on that rock.” "Okay, now what?“ "Incenerate that tree!!!” (god) "What? OH!“ She snapped her fingers and pointed at the tree. "It didn’t work, Luke.” "You have to concentrate Illusien.“ She tried again. She thought only of what she was doing. (thats kind of shitty??/ like you have super powers but theyre INCREDIBLY difficult to use. like if you get mildly distracted they don’t work anymore) She snapped her fingers and the tree bust into blue flames. (i wrote that the flames were blue bc blue/white is REALLY HOT FIRE. but….then katie picked up after this paragraph.) "Luke, why did it burst into BLUE flames?” "Because the tree posed no threat to you. Your powers are enhanced when you are angry or scared. I am also holding back your power. (HOW IS HE DOING THAT. THATS SO FUCKING RANDOM) If I didn’t, you would probobly set the whole forest on fire.“ She gave him a questioning look. (ME TOO ILLU. What he’s describing as what he’s doing: holding back your power, sounds an awful lot like xalador’s power. because xalador drains the power from others. If Luke has the ability to siphon off her power, that would most definitely point to an ulterior motive in this plot. so thanks for making shit up katie. congrats on being 12) "Illusien, your power is so great, so powerful, that you have enough to light Glacitoria. So, you could easily set fire to this forest. Your powers need to be controlled. This is what I’m trying to teach you.” She nodded and hopped off the rock. "As long as you are with me Luke, I think I’ll be just fine.“ (my face right now. just imagine it. like ew no stop jfc) Illusien stared deep into Luke’s eyes (fidskfvcmdcx vfv) . Luke took her hand. (hand is darkened and underlined like 13 times and im so disappointed in katie rn. i trusted her) (thank god i write the next tiny little section)

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Kish’s anger was getting worse. There was nothing to hold him back. He hated Xalador, but he knew this is what Xalador wanted, but he felt he must find her. (OOPS. NOT FINGER HER OMFG.) (ALSO THAT SENTENCE MADE NO SENSE) The conseqences were great, but he wanted to be with her more than l fe (thats what it says??) itself, and nothing was about to stop him. (oh gross, me. wtg. thats just. no. save me from myself)

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Luke (was is scratched out) is incredible! He has taught me to control and use my powers. (literally no he didnt. you stood on a rock and he talked about how you were so stupid that you were going to burn the whole world down. which is actually probably right) But what would I do without him, she throught. (IM PISSING @ THROUGHT) I’m just taking a quick break, but still. I wonder how he knew where I was the other night. (a little thing called stalking..?) Never mind that. (NEVERMIND THAT???? YES MIND THAT. YES MIND THAT WITH EVERY FIBER OF YOUR BEING) Oh Luke’s calling me. I wonder what I’ll have to do now. Oh well as long as I’m with him. I know I’m safe. (YOU DONT KNOW THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT. I REALLY WANT TO HOLD YOU AND TEACH YOU SELF DEFENSE. AND IDK TEACH YOU ANYTHING ABOUT ANYTHING OKAY IM A CONCERNED MOMMY)

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Luke looked at Illusien. (he couldn’t believe she was this niave. It was far too easy to get her alone. Insert creepy thoughts here bc that hair is not the scariest thing about him ok) She seemed ready to start again. "Okay, Illusien, stand on the rock again.” Illusien stood upon the rock. (fun fact, this whole thing still takes place in my old back yard in my head bye) "All right, now concentrate, (NO NO NONONONONOONNOONNOONONNONNNNOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOO) (WHY WAS I SUCH A FUCKIKNG IDIOT. THIS IS THE MOST EMBARASSING THIHNG WHY DO I HGAVE TOT TYPE IT) think a feeling, a wonderful feeling, a time or place or thing that makes you feel such a way. Let it fill you. Now fly.“ (JUST KIDDING. LUKE IS ACTUALLY PETER FUCKING PAN GOOD BYE) She did as he said. She let it fill her. She started to rise. Up higher and higher. She was flying!

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Kish was still looking for Illusien. He looked up. Illusien, he thought. Now’s my chance! "Illusien!” —

Illusien opened her eyes, she was falling. The ground was getting closer. (I LITERALLY JUST REALIZED THAT I WROTE THIS EXACT FUCKING SCENE IN VIOLETS THING A YEAR LATER THATS HOW ROMANTIC AND GREAT I THOUGHT IT WAS. BYE) She closed her eyes and braced herself. She felt something catch her and break her fall. She opened one eye. Luke, had caught her. (unnecessary commas FTW) She blinked. "Luke,“ her cheeks flushed. (WHY DOES THE TOP OF LITERALLY ALMOST EVERY SINGLE PAGE JUST HAVE "Ichigo” WRITTEN THERE.) Luke let her down. (she was grateful for that. She would have been much more grateful, however, if Luke would take a god forsaken bath. He smelled so rancid as their bodies pressed against one another. It was off putting.) Illusien stared deep into his eyes. Luke pulled her into a kiss. They were so close she could feel his heart beat. (wow) It was long and slow. (cool) Illusien finally pulled away at the sound of a rustling in the bushes.

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Kish stepped out of the bushes. (Sniveling, he tried to look like he hadn’t started to cry, but his eyes were telling all sorts of tales, brimming over with salty liquid. Not tears. They most definitely were not tears. He wasn’t crying.) He had a look of anger on his face. (But it wasn’t anything more than a facade. He was hurt, hurt right down to his core.) Luke stepped out in front of Illusien. "You stay away from her, Mikish! You’ve done enough damage already!“ (He clenched his jaw, his hatred of Luke allowing him a new strength. His voice came out in a growl, his loathing dripping out the way an angry dog drools, throwing its barks directly at what’s pissing it off.) "Fool. (the best insult in the world) You don’t know who you’re messing with, Rebel. Now step aside, Rebel, she’s mine.” "No. I won’t. You’re selfish and evil ways won’t prevail. (oh god why did i) Eat fire! (eat. fir re. good by ee. RIP in piss @ me) Luke shot a fireball at Kish. Kish stood. (aflame. He was aflame, burning alive in his own homosexuality) (seriously tho he just stands up like nah u cant burn me bitch ) "I see. But this won’t be the last you see of me. Illusien, I’ll be waiting.“ (thats…it?? wow way to be a man mikish) He took one, longing look at Illusien. She was staring at him with a blank look, her cheeks still flushed from kissing Luke. He shook his head and walked away. He could feel the both of their gazes on him. He just kept on walking. (oh, bae.)

— Chapter 7: Love and HATE

"Luke, ” "Illusien, we have to be careful now.“ "I know, I just don’t know what to do.” Her tears stained her cheeks. (are they ink bc thats not how that works.) Luke put his arms around her. "I just worry for your safety, Luke.“ — (YES MORE ANGRY KISH HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIT) I should have known! Kish hit his head with his hand. How could I be so stupid? She doesn’t love me; she loves the rebel. He kicked himself. She’d either be his or die at the hand of Xalador. He would take care of the rebel himself. Oh, how he hated the rebel. He envied him for stealing her heart before he had a chance. Before…….(oops! wait)… Before……….. (before kish was able to lose his virginity?? is that what we’re getting at bc………….. lol)

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Luke could’t believe what had just happened. He and Illusien finally had a moment to themselves, what he had be wanting for such a long time, and he couldn’t enjoy it. (you have literally been alone together this whole time i’m/) Mikish had ruined everything. They had to move on. Mikish would surely tell Lord Xalador their whereabouts. He hated to see the tears in Illusiens eyes. The look of terror on her face had startled him. He would do anything for her, even sacrifice himself. (plz do. right now) Her beautiful face had been twisted with fear and he kept replaying in his mind. He was (god fucking damn it) truly in love with Illusien. (do they live on a planet where love is just constant and always in your face bc) He had never been this way toward anyone else. Now that Kish had been angered (Aangered. lmfao), he would be attacking Illusien’s thoughts more often. (WHY DID I NOT DEVELOP ON THIS. okay its very important to note JUST HOW OVER POWERED KISH IS. Kish literally has the ability to read peoples mind/change their thoughts/manipulate them/possess peoples minds/detatch his own soul from him body. BU T THATS NEVER COVERED. KISH LITERALLY IS SO FUCKING POWERFUL) And Luke could not see this happen to her anymore. Illusien gentle touched her fingers to her lips. She couldn’t believe Luke had kissed her. (good fucking god no this is some bull) She rememebered seeing Kish and his anger and jealosly (scratched out and corrected to jeluosly and then jealosy. are either of those correct even ) and the hatred in his eyes. His words would haunt her forever. She flushed at the thought of Mikish. (what) Luke was right. Kish is just a deciever. What was I thinking trusting him? He was just thinking of himself. She hated Kish. (wow) There were not many she hated. (IM HOWLING RN LMAO) She leaned against the tree. Still in shock over what had just happened. (thats not a sentence.) She needed Luke more than she knew. (ew good lord, abraham help little me. some force go back in time and just delete this sentence from existence.) (top of the page reads: “KATHERINE JANE PARR LUVVS THIS BLUE PEN!!!!”) An eerie feeling crept over her. She stood motionless. "Luke?“ (OH FUCK WHERE IS HE) Silence. "Luke?” (UH Oh) Silence. She (FUCKING HELL THIS TYPO IM LAUGHING SO HARD) turened around. A dark figure appeared behind her. (i hope its luke) "(man fuck 12 year old me) How dare you deny me. Illusien, (MAN FUCK 12 YEAR OLD ME) oh yes, you shall now have to choose between me and death!“ (bye im dead) "Kish?” She backed up. “Luke! Help!” (damn it) (this scene is so) He darted at her. She flew up. She shot a burst of flames at Kish. Luke appeared below her. He shot a burst as well. (this aint a scene) (its a goddamn cry for help) "Go back to the shadows Mikish.“ (didnt i already say this shit? it was stupid the first time) "Not without her, Rebel.” (why did we call him that its not cool) "She’s not going anywhere.“ (why dont we let the lady decide?) "Then I’ll kill you.” (WHOOOOAAAAAA. WHOAAA. DUDE CHILL.) Illusien stepped out in front of Luke. “You will not Kish. (why nottttttt its turkey season) I don’t plan on going anywhere with you anytime soon.” The tears poured down her face as she said this. (bitch y u cryin) "I’m not going with out you Illusien!“ (normally this would be when he became a weird 3rd wheel companion and they became his parents lmao but) "I’m not going with you, I plan on staying with Luke.” "I could make you (ew wwww ui dont wanna type this part) b(ereeewwwww) my (fjkldsadhfldjfkldjfkdjkfjdk) pup (py he sai d puppy) pet if I wanted to.“ "But you won’t. So if you would kindly leave.” (WHOA. FIRE QUEEN ICE COLD SIR) "This isn’t the end. I will never surrender.“ (im so glad i learned how to write dialogue) And he left. Illusien dropped to her knees. Luke picked her up in his (sighs forever) strong arms. He carried her back to the campsite. (thank god this sce ne is over)

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Luke laid Illusien down. He looked at her. (way to be a creep. just stare at her. im sure she doesnt mind) He knew it was hard for her. Her first battle, it must have been rough. I’m starting to worry about her though. (random shift into first person ok) She’s scared of what will happen next. I can honestly say I don’t blame her. (this next part was written so light that i thought the chapter was over) He kissed her gently on the lips. She smiled back at him. She dropped her head and fell unconscious. (SLAY ME) (BURY ME IN SATIN) (NARCOLEPTIC FURRY MAN) He covered up. (a gentleman) They could move in the morning. She needed to sleep. Her first battle would be the worst. (I HIGHLY FUCKING DOUBT THAT. THERE WERE LIKE 3 MOVES MADE???? i mean like yeah the first gym leader is harder to beat but like then you get a solid team going an shit but like the elite four??? ok)

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Kish stomped off. (surprise) If only he could lure the rebel and Illusien somewhere towards the castle. Or at least get them away from each other. But Illusien wasn’t ready fight yet and Killing the rebel with her alive would cause her to hate him, although she already did. (what is happening) He sat down. He had to come up with a plan. Just what would he do? (who knows man)

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"Jesse, has he found them again?” "Yes my lord. He had told us where they are.“ (how ???HOW YALL BITCHES AINT GOT PHONES????????????????????? TELL MEE. like i just came up with a way literally right now but i was 12 so) "Good. If Kish has fought them–” "He has.“ (imagine Xaladors face at being interrupted. imagine the angry egg salad) "Then she will be weak. She will have to rejuvinate the entire night.” (ooooohhhhhhhhh so tough to do??? like go to sleep shes really good at that) "Yes sir, that is correct.“ "Malaki, send some troops (this is where the random troll army comes in???) in. I want to capture her while she’s weak.”

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Illusien opened her eyes. She was feeling better. Luke was sitting by the fire. (INCREDIBLE. HALFWAY THROUGH THE NOVEL WE SEE SOME INCREDIBLE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. LUKE IS THERE WHEN SHE WAKES UP FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER.) She stood. She walked over to Luke. She sat next to him. (good sweet bagel bread wtf is this bullshit why ) "Luke we have to do something soon.“ (damn not even a good morning) "I know. But I don’t want to lose you.” (bitch aint no one said shit about losing no one?? chill) "Luke, you won’t. And that is MY promise.“ (deep fry me and put chocolate sauce on me because im so fucking done)

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(this whole next page is scratched out. who knows what it holds but im gonna decipher it) Luke looked at Illusien. she was worried and knew they had to move soon. He looked into her murky green eyes, then looked away. (jfc man. youre so pathetic) "If anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.” "And I’d never blame you, Luke. I love you.“ (BYE FELICIA. IM DONE WITH U) He pulled her close. she buried her face in his chest. She looked up at him. "We have to kill him soon.” (NOW WE’RE TALKING. THIS IS WAHT I CARE ABOUT GIRL) Illusien looked at Luke. (they do that so much) (also looked at look. ive always done that so muc h lmao) She held her breath. "I know we’ll head there soon. Just not yet. You’re not ready.“ "Luke will I ever be read? Of course I won’t. But I know what I must do and I intend to do it.” She pulled away from Luke. "At least rest the night you’ll need your strenghth (lmao). Promise me this.“ Her cheeks flushed. "Fine, but we’ll head tomorrow.” Luke pulled her into another kiss and her flush disappeared. She didn’t pull away. He broke away and kissed her forehead. “Good night.” Chapter 8: Destiny’s light

(at the the top of this page i wrote: “IM CHECKING OUT AT 11:30!!!!!” and katie wrote underneath it: “YOU GAY CRACK MONKEY” good lord) “Illusien must die now. Jesse, I cannot wait any longer. Malaki’s troups (is that the correct spelling i dont think so) should have found them by now.” "Yes, my lord, we understand.“ "Hurry, we don’t have all night.” — “Luke I can’t sleep anymore.” "It’s alright then. Just sleep as much as you can.“ (when the narcoleptic furry cant sleep) (this whole part is scratched out, but as the rules say, i have to type it) Illusien scooted closer to Luke. (lol no wonder. Katie wrote like this whole page) He looked away. "Illusien.” "Yes, Luke?“ "Maybe it’s best if we…..” "Yes?“ "Nevermind, Illusien. It isn’t right.” (is he askin to fuck bc) "Okay…..“ She gave him a quesitoning look. He shook his head. (HE WAS) Illusien took his hand. He brushed it off and got up. ("That’s not helping my boner, Illu.”) "What is wrong, Luke?“ "Nothing.” "Don’t say that. I know something is wrong. You don’t brush me away from you for no reason.“ (???? im lost af tbh.) "Alright, it’s just that I keep thinking that you and me together are bring Mikish here. He seems to be drawn to us.” "I don’t think so. It’s just his jealousy of you.“ (okay so disregard everything in that blurb because it makes no sense) "I just can’t help feeling you know if he’s watching our every move.” (??? what does this even mean or say) ` "I know I get the same feeling.“ She looked at him dead in the eyes. (notice she didn’t look him dead in the eyes. she was dead in the eye in this sentence. amazing what one word can change) "And that’s why I seek your comfort.” (they fuckin yall) —

Why did I tell them where they are? Kish felt like a total idiot. Now she will die. This massacre of my own heart, killing itself and all others in its path. (THERE I AM. LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL METAPHOR. I WAS IN THERE SOMEHWERE) Hot tears streamed down his angry face. He hated her, he loved her. He hated the rebel, the rebel loved her, she loved the rebel back. He hated himself. (man this is good. of course i could write angst) He looked to the sky. A cloudy night. Ugly, he said to himself, just like the rest of this world, all of the world, (especially Luke. Goddamn that fucker was ugly), except her.

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Illusien sat away from Luke. She closed her eyes. She turned away from him. After their conversation she could bear to look at him. She knew he was trying to protect her but of ocurse she wished they didn’t have to worry about each other’s safety. (healthy relationships normally don’t have that element) Illusien wiped the tears from her eyes. If Luke hadn’t saved her she would be dead. But of course, now he pushed her away. The tears came again. (GIRL YOU DONT NEED A MAN. MAYBE A HOSPICE NURSE, BUT NOT SPECIFICALLY A MAN) She heard a nose. (not a noise. a nose) Then a rustling in the bushes. She looked, the movement stopped. (this part is so ?/?) Her hair had grown long. She picked at it. The rustling resumed. (the fuck was that about lulu. why was that a necessary detail @ 12 yr oldme) Luke stood. Illusien looked at him. (THIS PART IS SO WTF WHY DID I DO THIS BECAUSE IT AINT MAKE A LICK OF SENSE) Then thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands (thats a v big jump in numbers) of Malaki’s troups poured in.

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“My lord, I have good news.” "What is it Jesse?“ "Malaki has found them and the ambush is in process as we speak.” (UHM HOW DOES HE KNOW HOMIE) "Good. Tell Malaki to kill no one. Bring them all to me.“

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Illusien let out a scream as she was quickly aprehended. It all seemed like it was in slow motion to Luke. (this is my favorite part) "ILLUSIEN!!!!!” He fought the troups. He made his way to Illusien. He was in arms reach of her hand. He went for it, but just grazed her fingers. "I’m sorry,“ he called back. He looked at the face of the one holding her. Maliki himself. (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MALIKI) The scar across his face contrasted her beauty. He was pulled away. Tears stained his eyes. (inky ass tears) He was trampled, and that was the last thing he saw, troll feet. — “Illusien.” She blinked awake. "Illusien.“ Her dream faded. She was alone. (yet another kink coming guys. i do not disappoint.) The rusty bars gave away her location. Xalador’s dungeon. A gruff voice mumbled behind her. (and to the end of the line we have <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3) (And here, I blatantly stole shit from Aladdin, a movie that Im not even fond of) She turned. An old man (????/??) sat behind her. He saw the tears on her face. (i wish yall could see my face right now because i am looking so concerned for this b) "What’s the matter with you?” "I just want to see them one last time.“ (girl chill dont be laying it all on this brother. YOU AINT KNOW HIM) "Who?” "Luke and my brother.“ "Ah the love of your life and the brother you miss dearly.” (yeah, martha stewart we don’t need your commentary) "Yes.“ "Well, I can’t promise you’ll see this Luke person again, but you will see your brother again.” Then he seemed to disappear. She was once again alone. (WHERE DID HE GO. WHAT HAPPENED. WHAT SIGNIFICANCE DID THAT HOLD)

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“Lord, she’s in the castle dungeons." "Good job, Malaki. Now resume your post.” (which is?) "Yes, sir.“ "Jesse, go check on our other prisoner. He might like to see Mikish,” he said with an evil smile. (THE TRIFECTA)

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Luke woke to a great darkness. The silence was eerie and there was little light. (theres little light in this story anyway. as in little hope that its ever going to get better.) (I JUST REALIZED WHAT PART THIS IS AND IM GOING TO VOMIT) A red crystal appeared in the distance. It light up the darkness. There seemed to be no ground. He seemed to be floating between life and death. (how does that seem exactly) A slight humming noise accompanied the crystal. It was growling (i think i meant growing) closer. A sound was comming from the crystal, getting louder as it grew closer. A heartbeat. It grew closer and closer until it shattered. The beating still growing louder and louder. then he realized it was the beating (blehgggg) of (ew) her broken heart. (????/ she aight actually.)

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Kish was in pieces. He had been called to see Lord Xalador again. He knew that they had found Illusien and the rebel boy. (scratched out bc i was literally about to PUT IN ANOTHER GUY BECAUSE LULULUKE WASNT WORKING: “He had never even found the chosen boy”) He himself had failed his task. As soon as Xalador released him, Malaki would kill Kish. Either way, he was dead. Now, he had to make a decision; to run or face his fears.

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Illusien sat alone. She kept thinking about how she would die and never see Luke or her brother again. "Amber?“ "That name sounds familiar.” "Amber is that you?“ "I don’t know you! I don’t know any Ambers!” (poor narcoleptic furry with amnesia) Then she saw the face, the familiar face, but then it disappeared. she cried. (surprise) The tears came without control. Then she stopped, a glimmer of hope. She felt it come over her. She would see her brother again and she would see Luke. She didn’t know how, but she would.

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Luke’s dream faded. (look at my amazing dictation that definitely never repeats itself.) His breathing was heavy. (he had a good dream apparently lmao) Sweat rolled down his face. He saw the bars. He had been captured. What about Illusien? (written in my secret code with katie that we used through middle school is this guys name: jake, its spelled star-of-david, comma, backward k, e with a tilda over it. nice) She couldn’t be dead yet! He remembered his dream. Then he rememebered how he had treated her. (dude shut up. that was like the newlywed version of an argument and im not even sure why you started it) "Lord, let her be alive!“ Footsteps echoed throughout the dungeons. He sat up straight. The solemn face that looked back at him was none other than (the bae) Jesse. "You all set?” "No.“ "Tough luck.” "Tell me.“ "Tell you what?” Luke grabbed Jesse by the collar of his shirt. (i guess through the bars) "You know what I mean Jesse.“ "Oh! The girl. Yes. She’s alive. Not for much longer though.” (sass) "My brother, you’re making a huge MISTAKE. I can’t believe you w—“ (katie was like "whore amiright” and i was like “would do this???”) "Jesse, the guest is here.“ Kish walked in. He didn’t show any emotion on his face. Luke walked away to the other side of the cell. "Now Kish, you realize my brother is here on your account.” "Yes I do.“ "Well I’ll leave you two alone to talk.” Jesse walked away. More footsteps sounded, then a door closed. "Look rebel, I didn’t want to hurt her. But you on the other hand–“ "It’s your fault. She’ll DIE because of you. Your selfish ways have once again left another to die. If she dies, we all die. Me AND you.” Kish looked away. Kish said nothing more and turned and left. Luke knew he had to save Illusien soon or they would both perish.

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Illusien startled. The clanking of metal and the jingle of keys. "The time has come.“

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Jesse came back. This time he unlocked the door. Then pulled Lukes arms around his back. (that sounds way different than its meant. it sounds like he made luke hug him) "I’m sorry, Luke, but now is your time.”

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(sexual tension oooooo) Malaki forcibly pulled Illusien out. (more kink from me. im so fucking sorry im so sorry) He pulled her against him. “My, my, what a beautiful girl in such an ugly dungeon.” (KATIE ACTUALLY WROTE THAT DIALOGUE LMAO) "It’s people like you that put me in this position.“ (SASS FROM LULU) Malaki slapped her across the face. Her cheek grew red. A sly smile ran across his scarred face. The anger seared inside her. She felt the flames enclose her. Everything came naturally. (NEVER HIT SOMEONE FOR NO REASON DICK HEAD) She sent all her force at him. He was knocked down. He laughed. (he fire proof too??? this some bullshit) Her grabbed her once again and took her out of the cell. (you aint run or nothing lulu????) Chapter 9: Betrayal

Luke had seen and heard what Malaki had done to Illusien. (goddamn it shut up) Thankfully, she was alive, when she passed by him he was relieved. But, then again, Malaki was so cruel to her. (CRUEL MALIKI) Luke was drug along behind her. Being so close to her was hard for Luke. (why? can u not control ur bonerz?) He thought back on what he had said. Mikish was the least of their problems now. He walked on. Being held by Jesse was one of the worst experiences. His own brother was leading him and the most beautiful woman he had ever met (is that really an important detail at this point in the plot????) to their death. (their singular death. they are one) He stood strong and fought the tears (lmao be a man fight those tears birdman jr) for he feared her life more than his. (noble tbh)

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Illusien walked with her head down. How had Malaki absorbed her attack? (tbh i wanna know) She was scared. (A FUCKING UNDERSTATEMENT SHE IS ABOUT TO DIE TO SAY SHE IS ONLY SCARED IS A BUNCH OF B-O-L-O-G-N-A: bullSHIT) She daren’t look at Luke. (bye. kill me) The pain she felt inside was more than she had ever felt. She loved Luke more than anyone or anything. (please get counselling illu im concerned) She (oh god this is tHE WORST SENTENCE IN THE WHOLE THING) left a trail of tears (like the one native americans were murdered on hell yeah) as she walked. She said nothing. No sound could be heard but the sound of footsteps on the stone ground. The came to an arch. It was golden, studded with precision. The jewels glimmered. Past and through the arch, sat a shadowy figure sat on a throne. Xalador, Illusien knew right away. This moment she had dreaded for so long was now happening. She caught Luke’s gaze. She looked at him with longingness. (please) "I’m sorry, Illusien.“

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Finally the moment is here, the moment of my triumph. Xalador grinned. He would soon rule all. He saw (weesnaw) them walk in. He felt another energy as strong as Illusien. Where was it coming from? (where tho)

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Kish stood next to Lord Xalador. He looked at Illusien but he said nothing. Luke looked upon him hatefully. Xalador sighed dreamfully. "Thank you, Mikish, for making all this possible.” He saw Illusien’s gaze shift to Kish and back again. Kish said nothing and just stood attentively.

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Illusien directed her eyes in the direction of the shadowed Xalador. Why was he holding back his identity? The moonlight was shining through the glass in the roof in the center of the room. They stopped under the light. Illusien looked up, a full moon. Jesse and Malaki walked away to let them stand. Neither Luke or Illusien had enough courage to move at this point. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang through the room. "Well, well, well, this is Illusien? What a disgrace. A puny girl, what an opponent. But then again, looks are decieving.“ Illusien let out a laugh. Xalador stood. He took a few steps. Then stopped. "Mikish, follow me.” Mikish did so, obviously in fear for his life. Xalador resumed his leisurely walk. Growing closer and closer to Illusien. He finally stopped. She could see his face. She then knew why he had hidden his identity. "Hello, sister.“ A cold shimmery wave was sent down her spine. "Hello, Alex.” The fear inside her was overtaken by her anger. Hot tears streamed down her face. “Tell me why.”

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“You, that’s why. Ever since our birth you’ve been better at everything. That’s why when you passed through the arch, and you became the most powerful being on Glacitoria something had to be done. (he h8 u) "So I created an army and moved into this abandoned caste, rightfully yours, of course. I sent Mikish after you,” Kish looked down in shame. “And sent men and trolls (TROLLS THO WHY TROLLS) after you. And now you are mine to dispose of.” He had a look of pure glee on his face. (the original shitlord)

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Luke looked at Illusien. The truth was hard for her to grasp. He had never seen such a look on her face before. Fear had disappeared from her face and anger seared inside of her. He had been silent for too long. He had been still too long. It was too much to bear. "So you became a tyrant because your own flesh and blood–who would never do anything to hurt you–is a little better than you?“ (PREACH LUCANTHROS) (wait i made that joke too early) He walked over to Illusien, "What guts that takes.” Luke grasped Illusien’s arms. "Who’s the wimp?“ (nice)

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(in parenthesis katie wrote: something about illusien remembering childhood here? GENIUS!!! nah tbh) Kish watched them. Illusien was soon to be dead and it would devastate him. He saw Xalador move closer. He could feel Illusien’s pulse quicken. Luke stood up to him, why couldn’t he? He ran in front of Illusien. He blocked her the best he could. "Kish, get out of the way,” Luke said. "No,“ said Mikish. "What are you doing?” "Saving your life.“

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Illusien was dumbstruck. There she was ready to die, when the reason she was here, decided to save her life. "Get out of my way Mikish.” "No.“ (thats so funny to me "do the dishes” “no” “get out my way” “no”) (“get out me car” “no” “get off me train” “i cant”) "I will kill you too if I must.“ "Then do it.” Xalador grabbed Mikish at the base of his neck. Mikish struggled. The blue bolts of electricity that shot from Xalador’s hands were blinding. Illusien looked away. She heard a loud thump. She opened her eyes. There Kish was lying on the floor, pale, face down. Dead. (im crying tbh im sorry im weak) Suddenly he came after Illusien. Luke jumped in front of her. Xalador knocked him across the room. "Luke!!“

– (this part is so stupid) There was darkness. It seemed to Luke there was no ground. The silence around him sent chills up and down his spine. A red crystal in the distance slowly crept toward him. The beating of a heart gradually getting louder: The crystal and the heart beat growing closer and closer. Whispers: LUCANTHROS. lucanthros LUCANTHROS (THATS WHAT LUKE IS SHORT FOR APPARENTLY GUYS. PLEASE BEAT ME UP) (katie wrote: "this is gay. no”) Realize your strength, your power. Save her, let destiny take it’s path. Let fate decide this battle’s outcome. Do not leave her alone. Take your place as king. (shes right. its pretty homo and not in a good way)

(okay tbh im laughing because kish is way more powerful than all these fuckers. he should be king without illu bye)

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Luke stood. Xalador had cornered Illusien. The anger seared from him. (illu you can fly and you have fire powers please do something. do not make this pussy save you) Xalador didn’t look away. "Xalador, put her down.“ "Who are you to tell me what to do?” "Lucanthros, and I’m ready to take back what’s mine.“ "Oh, ha, another being of ‘power’,” Xalador snickered. “It’s like having your cake and eating it too.” (plz explain what i meant to me) Luke sent a bolt of flame at him. (A BOLT OF FLAME???? “zip ur lip like a padlock”) Xalador sent a blue jolt (looking for new words to use obviously. im digging in the trenches trying to create some variety up in this bitch) of electricity at him. This carried on, never touching. Illusien could do nothing she just sat there.( like a fucking pussy ass bitch will you plz get the fuck up and aCTUALLY DO SOMETHING YOURE ONLY THE MOST POWERFUL FUCKING THING ON THIS GODDAMN SHIT PLANET WILL YOU PLEASE FIGHT FOR ONCE) She stood to try and help. (FINALLY DUMB CUNT) Malaki grabbed her from behind. (im so fucking done with this damsel nonsense. ive had it up to my meatballs.) Let alone watching this horrible fight she was now being held by an ugly moron. She turned to face him. "Malaki, put me down.“ "No” (NO PUNCTUATION. JUST NO) "Okay then.“ She kicked him in the (dick plz say in the dick) knee (dammit) as hard as she could. He dropped to his knees. She punched him hard in the mouth (only really succeeding in nearly breaking her hand and getting her hand cut up by his teeth im sure) then grabbed his knife and stabbed him through the heart. (DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO STAB SOMEONE ILLU. ITS REALLY FUCKING HARD) She wiped the blood on his shirt and grabbed the knife and pulled it out. Malaki’s breathing turned to gasps for air. Then he became silent. Illusien turned. She thought back on what she had done. (it literally just happened. you need to) She shook it off. She had to help Luke. (HONEY YOU NEED TO HELP YOURSELF MAMA *demyx voice* RUN RUN AWAY)

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Luke was dodging Xalador’s attacks the best he could. His strength was depleting. He sent one last blast at Xalador. He gasped for air. Xalador was closing in on him. Closer and closer yet. (kill him alex) Xalador stopped. His eyes went blank. He fell limp to the floor. Malaki’s knife stuck out of his back. (thats it? literally that is so weak.YOU HAVE FUCKING FIRE POWERS. YOU GUYS COULD HAVE ROASTED HIS ASS LIKE CHARLIE SHEEN) Illusien wept into her hands. Luke ran over to comfort her. "Why? I killed them, I killed them both.” (you are the worst character i have ever made) Illusien wept harder, “I spent all this time looking for him, and he just wanted to kill me.” (bitch you were not looking very carefully. you were busy wandering in the woods pointing out woodland creatures and trying to find the D where ever you could get it tbh. smh) "I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you.“ (BECAUSE YOU FUCKING KNEW THAT SHE WOULDNT BELIEVE YOU. AND IF SHE DID SHE WOULD NEVER HAVE FOLLOWED YOU, SHE WOULD HAVE NEVER FOUGHT HIM. SHE WOULD HAVE HIDDEN.) (ITS A FUCKED UP SITUATION LUKE BIRD) "It’s alright. (IT IS NOT) I just can’t believe I killed him.” Luke put his arms around her. She opened her eyes. Kish! She broke away from Luke. Kish, he was dead. (THATS ALSO A FUCKED UP SITUATION) She held him close to her. She let him down and sat there. Luke sat next to her. He took her hand.

— (I JUST ABOUT PISSED MY PANTS THIS PART IS WAY TOO FUNNY WHY) Jesse walked back into the room. He realized what he just missed. (like did he go get some popcorn??) There were three bodies on the floor. Only one of them was suppose to be dead. (…that means they were going to kill Kish anyway…thats really) He grabbed his knife from his hip. He started on his way to Luke. Luke stood and caught his hand. (dude) "What now, Jesse?“ "Why aren’t you dead?” (“cause we won duh”) (this part please help me) “Cause I’m smart like that.” (i) "Oh really? Well I’ll show you smart.“ "Stop Jesse you don’t know what you’re doing.” (that is the most monotone sentence) "I know pretty damn (KATIE SCRIBBLED DAMN ALL THE WAY OUT) well what I’m doing. Taking care of the problem in my life!“ (jesse. this literally did not work half a second ago. chil l) Jesse dove at Luke, he dodged. (hes fuckin untouchable.) (SPEAKING OF WHICH I LITERALLY NEVER ELABORATED ON WHY MALAKI WAS COMPLETELY IMMUNE TO FIRE) "Trust me you have no idea what your doing.” "I know what I’m doing so just give up!“ "No.” (lmao) "Fine, I’ll kill you both. And don’t argue with me. Since I’m the only one left, you’ll either (??/?) become my slaves (????? dude chill a sec) or die, your choice.“ "As welcoming as that sounds, no thank you. We don’t do evil.” Illusien said with a smirk. (bitch you gotta go.) "No body asked you bitch.“ (WOW JESSUP I NEED TO WASH UR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP) Jesse pointed at her. (ok what pointing going to do cause you cant do anything unless bitches asleep) Luke shot him an evil look. "I’ll give you ten seconds to get out of here. As long as you stay in a hole and leave everyone alone, we won’t have a problem. 1, 2, 3…” Jesse made a sour face. Then turned to leave (????? man you give up way too easy) but Luke grabbed him from behind. (incEST) "I actually have a better idea.“

Chapter 10: Secret Emotions

(why did i write this chapter is actually the title) (jessup immediately makes me angry lmao) I can see why Luke loves her. You can see all of her emotions plainly. She’s beautiful and sees the good in people even when there is none. (NAME ONE INSTANCE PLEASE JESSUP) She even hesitated to killl Malaki (no she didnt) and Xalador when they only wanted to see her die slowly and painfully. Of course she loves HIM. (she actually knows him better than you so yeah that acTUALLY MAKES MORE SENSE THAN HER LOVING YOU DUMB ASS) She would never love me. (cause you’ve been a little shit so far) How I envy Luke. And how did I end up here?! Seriously, the dungeon? I hate Luke. He has everything I never could have. Including her. (you NEED TO TAKE A CHILL PILL AND RE-EVALUATE)

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Illusien looked up at Luke. (she had literally been sucking his dick for like an hour. when was he going to finish) (im sorry) (SHE LOOKS AT HIM ALL THE TIME) She wanted to sleep and never wake up. She had killed two men. (wow) One of which had been her own brother. She looked at her hands. They were blood stained. She didn’t feel like crying anymore. You know, she never even cared that much about Alex. (ARE YOU SURE?) But still, even so, it was like killing herself inside. (emo narcoleptic furry) Malaki deserved what he got tho. (preach) Jesse was in the dungeons. She was sort of glad Luke hadn’t killed him. (why) Sure she had killed Malaki and Xalador, but she had watched them and Kish die and she didn’t want to see anyone else. "So I created an army and moved into this abandoned castle, rightfully yours of course,” she remembered that. Xalador had said that in his monologue. (BREAKING THE FOURTH WALL IM PISSING) "So this castle is mine? Oh, I’m sorry ours?“ (im making a stinky face right now this is so unnecessary i did not sign up for this) "Yes. You can kick me out whenever you want…..” (plz stop) She pushed him, “Shut up!” He laughed. (his laughter echoed through the halls. the dead bodies did not laugh.) "Like I could ever get rid of you.“ She gave a playful smile. "Oh and your highness, what do we do with the bodies?” (totally a question you ask in a playful, flirtatious manner.) "Give them a proper burial, at least Kish anyway,“ she paused. "And don’t call me that!” (this is all katie get ready lmao) (this was written in the dark by the light of my alarm clock after my parents told us to go the fuck to sleep) "Did you love him?“ (BUT DID YOU DIE?) "I thought I did, but i could never love somebody who decieved me and lied straight to my face.”1 "He loved you, Illusien. Very much. I could see it written all over his face everytime he looked at you.“ "I know I saw that too.” "To be honest with you, I was worried. When I first rescued you, I could see the fear in your eyes when I told you Kish was an imposter. You didn’t want to believe me. (well duh) I saw the look in your eyes when I said his name. The same look as when you look at me now.“ (how quaint) (recycled love) "It was hard for me but….” "Let me finish please? (IMMA LET YOU FINISH BUT. KISH WAS THE BEST LOVER BOY OF ALL TIME. JS) The moment I saw you, I knew I loved you. (ew?) At first, I thought you wouldn’t love me back because of Kish. You thought you owed him something when in reality he owed you his life. (OH SO HE DESERVED TO DIE. THATS WHAT YOU JUST SAID. THIS IS SUCH A DICK CONVO) The day when you had flying lessons with me and you fell, he saw your face when I kissed you. Sorry, but your facial expressions give everything away. (get ready for a katie-ism) Your face is a whiteboard of emotions. (the fuck that mean) He realized what was happening and he resorted to anger.“ "I felt guilty because I kissed you in front of his eyes. He was so angry, it scared me.” "It scared me too. I think the kiss is what drove him to tell Xalador where we were. I could see that he later regretted his decision. He hated me but couldn’t do anything about it. If he killed me, you would be in jeporady. (lmao) If he took you away from me, you would be taken to Lord Xalador. He was torn between you and Xalador. The only reason he served Xalador was so he could live. He only wanted to live, to see you. Kish was a complex person. (???) It was too bad that he misleaded you. But now I’m here to love and protect you (from nothing now lmao) and nothing can stop that.“ He looked at her. Her face was distorted with tears. (NOT A GOOD WORD TO USE WOW) She looked up at Luke. "That was so sweet, Luke.” (NO IT WASNT)

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Luke saw the tears in Illusien’s green eyes. He didn’t aim for this. Now was supposed to be a happy time for the both of them. (uh no its not.) But now, he made Illusien cry. Come on stupid, think! he thought. "I’m sorry Illusien. I didn’t mean to make you cry. I–I….“ she stopped him. "Don’t be Luke.” He stopped talking. She seemed to bend reality with her beauty. (NOT A GOOD TIME FOR THIS) They stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed forever. (quit) "May I Illusien?“ (may you what) "Yes Luke” And they kissed. (ew) Luke looked at Illusien’s face. All her emotions showed on her face. She was relaxed now. He held on to the back of her head. (THAT SOUNDS REALLY VIOLENT LIKE HES GRIPPING HER BY HER HAIR) She broke off as if she had remembered something. "What about your brother, Jesse? (“I’m gonna make torture porn with him and sell it online”) Where is he going to go now?“ She looked worried. He wondered why. "For all I care he can rot in the dungeon.” "Well we have to go down to him.“ "Why?” "Just because he is evil, doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve any mercy. He is your brother after all.“ "That’s one thing I hate but, love about you, you can see the good in everyone, even my brother.”

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Jesse was listening. He could hear every word they were saying. "Well I choose to see good things and not bad,“ she said with a flip of her hair. Luke gave her a sly smile. "Let’s at least check on him.” "Fine.“ Jesse sat as if he knew nothing. (how do you do that) The door opened. Footsteps sounded. "Okay, we’ve checked on him. Let’s go.” "No, please, Luke, you promised.“ "Fine.” They walked to him. "How you doing Jesse?“ "Horrible.” "So sorry,“ said Luke. "Let’s go please.” "Stop nagging.“ "Jesse I’m very sorry your down here. But, it’s your ch–” Illusien grabbed Luke without turning around to pull him back. “–ildish actions that caused this.” "Jesse, I really don’t want to talk to you at this moment,“ Luke let the words escape from his mouth. "Too bad,” Jesse looked at Illusien, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I really think I can be good now (lmao me tbh) let me out?” Illusien scooted closer to Luke. “Not on your life, sport.”

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Luke put a protective arm around Illusien. She smiled up at him. Oh come on, Jesse thought, do they have to do all this in front me? Are they just torturing me before they kill me? (me too jesse. me too) "All right Luke, I’m going to look around the castle. You STAY HERE and TALK to your brother.“ Luke opened his mouth to say something. "Please, Luke?” Illusien motioned to Luke to talk while she was gone. Without another word, she walked out of the room. Jesse watched her go. (dat ass ma) So beautiful, he thought. Jesse was rammed against the wall. (howd luke get inside the cell) He looked at who rammed him. (cause it could be anyone else only bird man is there) Luke was holding him against the wall. "Don’t get your hopes up, Jesse. Your heart will get broken faster than you can say 'I’m sorrry.’ (yes with 3 rs) Besides, Illusien is mine. I love her and she loves me. It’s odd. When we were growing up all the other girls liked you. (all the other girls had eyes, luke) But the one girl that actually matters likes me and NOT you.“ He paused a moment. "I wonder why.” "I don’t care what you say,“ Jesse spat. "I can have anything and anyone I want. (katie really grossly mischaracterizes him) If they don’t cooperate, I’ll MAKE them. I’m far more powerful than Xalador ever was, and you know it.” (thats not true by a long shot sport) "I know for a fact that if you had half of the brains he had, you would know that you can’t MAKE someone love you.“ "I can if I want to.” "Well obviously you must NOT have the brains. Perhaps I judged you too fairly.“ (you simple) "You know that this isn’t a game Luke. You can cheat. And I promise you if you play fair you’ll come in last.” Luke turned to go. "And Luke, you might want to watch Illusien’s back. Just a fair warning.“ Luke started back toward Jesse but stopped himself. Luke shook his head and walked upstairs.

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Illusien was worried. She had been heading downstairs when she had heard what Jesse said to Luke. She quickly ran up the stairs. Luke came up soon afterwards. "What’s the matter with you?” "Nothing, its nothing!“ "It’s something. I know something’s wrong.” "I’m just worried thats all. I’m going up to my room. I’m beat.“ "Your room?” "Yeah it jas my name on it.“ She walked up stairs and turned the key in the lock. She took out the key and walked into the room. It was beautiful, light blue walls were decked with tapestries. She saw the bed. She crawled in. She didn’t care what it felt like. She was bushed.

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Luke turned down the corridor. He saw Illusien’s room. He reached to turn the door knob, but then changed his mind. He walked to the next corridor. Another room sat. He opened the door. He saw Illusien sleeping. (????????????????????????????????) He closed the door lightly and went down the next corridor and finally found an empty room. Once he got in, he sat on the bed and lit the candle besides the bed. He buried his head in his hands. What was he going to do about Jesse? What if he carried out his threat? Illusien must have heard him. She sounded worried. Then again she had a pretty hard day. He blew out the candle and went to sleep.

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Illusien sat at Kish’s grave. She was silent. Luke came and sat next to her and put his arm around her. "Thank you , Kish. You brought her to me, and now she’s safe. You finally got it right.”

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