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hawkewatching · 2 years ago

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Dark Sun (Arthur Harrow x Reader)

Chapter 1: The Fate of the Blind (6,872 words)

Summary:

"Now, a chance has presented itself to you. Perhaps your last chance. The question is, are you going to stay and take it, or are you going to run away again?”

Arthur Harrow is impossible. In a desperate time where you need help, he has promised to provide that. You know it’s all too good to be true, but what choice do you have? Drawn in by curiosity, desperation, and perhaps something deeper, what will happen when you finally understand him? Do you really want to know what lurks in his unreadable mind?

Rated Mature for dark themes and some strong language.

Tags: No warnings needed (for now) but this an extremely self-indulgent writeup on an extremely unhealthy relationship. Oh, and so much slow-burning angst. Apologies I only seem to I write pretentious character studies haha. I'm bad at tagging check the AO3 tags uh-

A/N: Hi hello! I've been writing this fic on AO3 for over a year, (14 chapters atm) and it's still ongoing because I'm really slow at this. I will be posting chapters maybe like every week or so here until I catch up to where it's currently at. Or you could just spoil yourself and read ahead. Your choice. Just wanted to have it here because yall clearly want it haha and who would I be to deny some good people some (maybe) good fanfic? The only other thing I wanna say real quick is that I wrote this chapter in about May 2022 so my writing was less good than it is now. I've chosen not to go back and update it because I hate revisiting these things and also it's a nice time capsule for me. So it gets better than this, I promise. ANYWAY I'll just let you read it now thanks :)

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You’ve made a huge mistake.

Your mind was racing with a thousand self-deprecating thoughts, each cursing you more than the last.

How could you be so stupid? “Avoid the weird cult.” They said. “They may seem nice but it’s a goddamn CULT.” They said.

No matter how often your brain told you to run, your legs were fixed firmly in place. You couldn’t tell if it was defiance or stupidity holding you down. Or perhaps you were just intrigued. The world had a habit of not being around in an hour of need, you learned that from experience.

Nowadays, people didn’t really help each other. Sure, there were people saving the world all the time, but no one was coming to save you. Amazingly, these people seemed to look out for one another, or at least that’s what they advertised. An interesting contradiction from a group calling themselves “the disciples of Ammit”.

You still didn’t know what an “Ammit” was. You speculated that you’d held off doing your research on purpose so that you could go into tonight blind.

Why would you go into this blind, idiot?

You’d fallen for their marketing hook, line and sinker, because you longed for some sense of community, and they’d promised that. They’d promised a purpose too, and while you were interested in that aspect, you couldn’t help but feel that it was probably something nefarious.

You would not allow yourself to forget that this was, quite literally, a cult.

Tonight was simply a trail run. Anyone was welcome to the “ceremony”, but you could tell from the calmness of all of the attendees, you estimated thirty of them, that they were familiar with this event. You resolved at that moment to not stick out. If things didn’t work out, which was seeming more likely by the minute, you would leave at the end and no one would ever be wiser.

That’s it. No one ever has to know about this. Just survive whatever this is and go home, never to think about this again. This really was a mistake.

The people around you engaged in quiet conversation, too focused on each other to notice you trying to compose yourself. They had gathered around some elevated steps, almost like a stage. You wondered what kind of performance this would be.

You took a sharp breath, and in that moment you felt the atmosphere shift. The sound of conversation suddenly began to fade, and you could almost feel a new presence in the area without even having to glance in the direction of a new sound, one that had been entirely absent until now.

The sound could only be described as crunching, but even before you could identify its specifics you could tell that whatever was crunching was something that was not supposed to be crunching. When you finally turned, a delayed reaction emulating what everyone around you had also done, but with far less confusion, you saw the source.

An older man, with wispy brown hair with grey streaks and just touched his shoulders, dressed in a manner that could only be described as plain, a light coat wrapped around a red outfit, moving slightly in the breeze. The strange sound went straight through you, emanating with every step of his sandals. In that moment you realised what exactly this noise was as it became louder on approach: glass. Only a small part of you felt repulsed by that, the rest was distracted. With him drawing closer also added a softer, but equally unsettling tapping of a strange-shaped cane.

With the way that complete silence had fallen over all those in attendance, this was who they had been waiting for: The leader.

First impression: The vibes are BAD. They are very, VERY BAD.

You wanted to have a “first impressions are often wrong” mindset and remain optimistic but in the face of all of this it was difficult. You were brought here by desperation after all, and that was a feeling that didn’t simply vanish at the first sign of trouble, as much as you wanted it to.

As much as you hated yourself to admit it, you hadn’t seen anything remotely like this before. Morbid curiosity tied you down, eyes fixed on the leader as you watched him climb the stairs with a level of awkwardness befitting his walking situation. He wore an expression of benevolence, something that you didn’t quite seem to believe fitted him, and as he glanced back at the crowd out of the corner of his eye, you could have sworn you saw a flash of the truth. The smile was caring, but there was something else behind the eyes. Or perhaps nothing at all.

But you didn’t entirely trust your judgement. It could have been an outsider’s perspective catching what the people on the inside were so blind to, sure, or you were blinded by mistrust. You hated not being able to figure this out. You tried to watch him, trying to be completely sure of what you had just seen, but as he turned around to face his audience, your reading was different once again. If he was hiding something, it was gone now. His air of strange sincerity threw you for a loop.

Without having to speak a single word, he had already lowered your guard.

You watched him with some caution, dreading whatever was about to come out of his mouth, but his first words further puzzled you. They came out quieter than you thought they would.

“Isn’t this a wonderful evening?” His lips curled upwards, affirming you of the question’s genuine, but definitely rhetorical nature. “However, I get the sense that something is out of place.” He paused for a moment, stopping mid-breath as he scanned the crowd. You felt his eyes cross over your face for half a second. Perhaps his words were deliberately chosen, and he’d already set his sights on you, but you couldn’t possibly discern that. The man was unreadable. In that brief moment, he had held you in place. There was no escaping this now, at least not until it was over.

“We have to work towards fixing that.” He continued, and you felt yourself being pierced by his gaze as his eyes swept the crowd again. Your mind begged for that not to happen again, your nervousness unable to take another hit. “Who would like to go first?”

“Me first, Harrow. I need an answer.” A voice from the crowd called out, and a young man took a few steps forward.

Harrow smiled, his face was warm and understanding, but his eyes flashed with amusement. The two contradictions left you to further wallow in confusion. “It’s Arthur, please. Remain patient, through Ammit all things are revealed.” His voice grew quieter as the man approached, and he managed to form a pleasant smile.

It was deathly silent as Harrow began to roll up his sleeve, not even having to glance as his unblinking eyes locked with the man. What was slowly revealed to you was a tattoo that took a little while to identify as strange scales. You could tell that something bizzare was about to happen, as if the man on the receiving end beginning to sweat on such a cold evening wasn’t a good enough indication.

Something in the air shifted. In your distraction you didn’t even notice how Harrow was now gripping his man’s wrists, and in-between their hands was that cane, now swinging in the most unnatural manner. The confusion was overwhelming, so much so that you didn’t even try to rationalise it. There was no rational explanation for how a tattoo could move like that. The way it rocked felt uncomfortably too real for your liking, and you found your eyes trying to dart somewhere else, as if they would do anything to get away from it.

“I judge you in Ammit’s name, with but a fraction of her power.” The unfamiliarity of his words failed to help you rationalise the situation.

You are very much in over your head right now.

Much like the one being judged, you felt yourself paralysed with dread. You had already made up your mind: whatever was going on here was not for you. You wondered what would happen if they knew there was a doubter in their midst. There was something ominous about the idea of failing any test that was given here.

However much time had actually passed was probably about ten times shorter than you felt. The unfamiliar actions stopped, and some peace was restored in your mind. You watch as Harrow beamed. “This is the face of a good man.” His grip immediately loosening, tapping the man on the shoulder encouragingly. Whatever the hell any of that had meant, it was a positive outcome, and just about everyone seemed overjoyed.

The “good man” gave a bright smile, before returning to a group of people within the crowd who bustled excitedly. You didn’t get what was going on here at all, but it was thoroughly weird. You had questions that you didn’t really want to know the answers to.

For what felt like an eternity, the night continued on like this. Every result was the same, and while you gradually became more accustomed to what you were seeing, by the end of it you were starting to wonder what would happen if someone who wasn’t so good was on the receiving end of a magical tattoo. But you sure as hell weren’t brave enough to consider even testing that.

Harrow had turned to his audience, gracing them with another glance that you felt in your soul for only a moment. Every time he looked your way you felt fear, and didn’t quite understand why. “Perhaps I misjudged this evening after all.” As he spoke, that gentle smile back on his face, he stroked the top of his cane. “I’m sure this devotion on display tonight would greatly please Ammit. I wish you all a good night.”

You didn’t understand his next words, the language of them definitely being foreign to you, but the crowd repeated them with a murmur. You caught the word “Ammit” within it.

So whatever it was, it probably wasn’t great.

You tried to blend in, but that had all happened so fast. Still, it didn’t appear that the people had noticed anything, or anyone, out of place. Despite the promises that people on the outside were free to visit, this place felt uncomfortably inclusive. You wondered how anyone even joined this thing at all.

As conversation began to return to the audience, you finally plucked up the courage to look behind you, eyeing your exit strategy. It was a little bit darker than when you had first gotten here, so you needed a moment to re-acquaint yourself with the already unfamiliar environment.

You hadn’t looked away for long, perhaps no longer than half a minute, but when you turned back the leader was already gone. Faster than you thought he’d be. It was unclear where exactly he had gone and that made you nervous for some reason that you couldn’t quite understand.

You figured this was as good of a time as any to take your leave, deciding to take a hard pass on the weird cult like you should have done from the beginning. Strengthened by this resolve, you took a few steps forward on your way out.

“Excuse me.”

You already recognised the voice even before you looked behind you. If you had given yourself time to think about things before turning on instinct, you wouldn’t have done it at all.

Standing only a few paces behind you was Harrow, armed with the same smile from before. It seemed like he never really left. Desperate to avoid direct eye contact, your gaze flashed for a moment to the way he handled that cane in both hands, with a lightness you didn’t really expect. From this distance you could now discern why it looked so strange, tipped with two crocodile heads.

If that’s not freaky, nothing is.

It took him a while to get to whatever it was that he wanted to say, and spurred on by the awkward silence, you finally picked up the courage to look his way, only to see his own gaze cutting straight through you. Immediately, your stomach dropped. What it was in his eyes that you couldn’t identify before became clear to you in that moment, they were deeply, disturbingly analytical. The realisation overcame you that this whole time, he’d been watching you. You already knew what he was going to say.

“I’ve never seen you here before.” The way he spoke didn’t sound like a threat, but more of a casual observation. The way he took a step closer, and the prominent crunch that followed his foot touching the ground did well to put you more on edge, though. The sound cut right through you in the way that it probably did to his feet.

“Y-Yeah, first time.” You stammered, despite expecting this kind of conversation to happen, any plan you had for what to say had completely disappeared in his presence. “This was a test run. Just a taster.”

He nodded his head in acknowledgement, head angled upwards as he seemed to scan you from above, a light breeze catching his hair. Something about that moment presented him as truly intimidating, but the seriousness on his face drops quickly. “Understandable. It would be unwise to just jump into something like this without all of the information.”

That was not what you had expected to hear. You had expected someone like this to be begging for a new addition to the cult, not a take that seemed, dare you say it, reasoned. Reason was not something you had imagined seeing here, especially not coming from the ringleader.

He observed your silence, seeming to take satisfaction in making you think. “What are your thoughts?” He asks slowly. He was patient with what must have been a burning question.

You were afraid to say no, at least directly. The conflicting information you had received about this man had in no way informed you of what to do. “I’m not sure, really. I’ll have to sleep on it.” You tried to sound as sincere as possible, and felt that you did good enough to convince yourself. Whether you convinced him or not was another, unknown story.

His head tilted in response, and in the exhale that followed you saw a shift in him. You suddenly felt as if he had sensed your insecurity and uncertainty, and with that came the horrible feeling that your words hadn’t worked at all.

“Could I possibly have one chance to change your mind?” His face had what could only be described as a half-smile. You could have sworn you caught a glimpse of something else in his eyes for a moment, like a shark smelling blood in the water.

He just knows I’ve already made up my mind.

That felt like a challenge. Why would he ask such a thing unless he had complete and total confidence he could sway you into utter insanity? He was willing to commit himself to a battle of wits that he already knew he was losing. You almost respected it, but the rational part of your mind was begging you to not go that far.

You sighed, giving in to the way he looked now at you. Eyes wide, pleading. Not what you’d expected to see and they made you feel a way you didn’t expect either. He had shifted gears so quickly that it made you doubt everything you’d seen before. You spoke out of pity. “One chance.”

He doesn’t celebrate. The smile he gives is too small to even show his teeth. There is something sincerely grateful about him.

He takes the last few steps needed until he’s right next to you. “Come with me.” He requests, thinly veiling the command with some nonchalance. He walks past you but his head remains turned, watching you with patience, waiting for you to oblige him.

There was no choice left now. You started to leave the scattered crowd behind, walking with deliberate slowness to follow a suspicious stranger into a dark, unknown street. Stories like this never ended well.

He waited until you caught up to him before starting to speak, directing you ahead. “Be honest. Why did you come here tonight?” Once again, his words were innocuous, but he looked at you with a seriousness that demanded nothing but the truth.

Something about him, perhaps the small smile he chose to give you anyway, put you at enough ease to not crack under the pressure. “Honestly? Morbid curiosity.”

He gave an amused scoff. “You could do just about anything out of morbid curiosity. But why come here, specifically?” His questioning felt a little more intense this time. You knew that your words had not satisfied him.

You gave no response, afraid to once again say something that wasn’t what he was looking for. Whatever that was. You didn’t know how far he would go. Harrow was watching you with utmost patience, something that only pressured you further.

“Allow me to take a guess, and forgive me if I’m incorrect.” He took a deep breath which almost seemed to steal the air around you, your throat frozen in nervous anticipation of whatever he would say next.

“You are deeply lonely. You have friends and family but they don’t fill the void in your heart like they’re supposed to. You don’t feel like you belong anywhere, no matter how hard you try, and in your desperation you’ve turned to the one place that your mind is absolutely screaming at you to not go to. You’re here because you’re out of options, and you’re out of options because every time an answer presents itself you run away from it because you are afraid. That’s what you intend to do after tonight.”

Fuck.

Those observations had all spilled out in one large chunk. He might have prepared you by acting like it was only a stab in the dark but his words indicated zero doubt in his own judgement. You don’t know how he knew, but he just knew.

He didn’t wait for you to say anything. You suspected he also knew this was how you’d react, so he continued. “People are at their darkest when they have no options left. I wouldn’t wish that upon you. Now, a chance has presented itself to you. Perhaps your last chance.” He leaned in a little bit, his words going directly into your ear. “The question is, are you going to stay and take it, or are you going to run away again?”

He didn’t need to give you the extra emphasis, you knew exactly what he wanted. The sound of every step he took interrupted your thoughts, and that frustrated you further. At this point, it was unbearable. Your shock began to turn into offence. “Why do you care so much about what happens to me?”

The words that you had spat at him seemed to have no effect. “So I’m on the right track?” He commented, once again, his smile was only small. His humble act was one you saw right through, but his unwavering commitment to it made you wonder why he bothered to keep up that pretence. “I care because I believe that good people deserve good things.”

As much as you hated to admit it, that sounded genuine. You grumbled, refusing to accept the implied compliment. “How do you know I’m good?”

“It’s something you can just sense in people.” There was no hesitation in his reply.

“You might have to test me on that.” For a moment, you became more aware of your surroundings, and your ears fixated on the sound of his crunching steps. You wished you could ignore it, and tried to listen to his voice instead. You never thought you’d prefer that sound.

“I might, in time.” Harrow chuckled, and your heart dropped for a moment, afraid he might actually try that. “I don’t force that on people, though. Please, sit.” As you breathed a silent sigh of relief, he directed an arm toward a bench under a streetlight, located right next to a bunch of apartments. The heart of his domain. The belly of the beast.

You had no choice but to comply, but you felt yourself being genuinely drawn in by what were likely hollow promises. You couldn’t tell for sure, because there was nothing about this unreadable man that you felt like you knew about him. The only thing about him that seemed certain was that there was definitely glass in his shoes, and that in itself was not a welcoming sign.

But you saw an opportunity to better understand the situation, and feeling backed into a corner, you decided to take it. “Let’s say, hypothetically, that I was to stay. What would happen?” You asked, trying your best to sound truly uninterested, despite the wording of the question betraying you.

There was a warmness to his smile, but his unblinking, watchful eyes cancels out the former’s effect. Once again, you found yourself gravitating towards his voice in an attempt to distract yourself. You knew you were giving him what you wanted, because now you were actually listening. “You’d have a new roof over your head and plenty of like-minded people to meet. But you’d still have the parts of your life that you want to keep. You’re still free to see the people that don’t satisfy you, I understand they can be hard to let go. You can live your life as if nothing has changed, if that’s what you want.” You’d expected him to be at least a little demanding, as he had been earlier, but he was totally relaxed, applying no pressure. As a result of that, his next words stuck out like a sore thumb: “All I’d ask in return is for your devotion to Ammit.”

The absurdity of that statement made you laugh. While you weren’t focused on Harrow at all in that moment, out of the corner of your eye you saw his mouth twitch, but that moment was gone in an instant, and just like that you again doubted what you had seen. Regardless, it prompted you to take a breath and compose yourself a little. “That is a very, very large ask.”

Given what you saw from him, you expected a bad reaction, but he tilted his head a little, almost looking down at you as if eyeing you up. You shuffled in your seat as you watched him do this, his unknown reasons for this making you even more nervous. When you saw a smile appear on his face, you felt your worries being alleviated on the spot.

“That’s a normal response to that part. So many are reluctant to hear that out, but you’d be surprised how many people see their mistake.” He didn’t seem offended at all. You couldn’t even sense some other emotion hiding within him this time.

Everything about this man felt deliberate. For the first time, him being completely unreadable scared you to death. You thought back to all of the times where you thought you understood him for a moment, wondering if perhaps, this was all simply what he wanted you to see.

One thing was especially clear: you should not have given this man a chance at all.

But- and you hated yourself for thinking this- something about him was fascinating. A walking contradiction that somehow seemed to know everything. A little too much, probably. The centre of his own bizarre universe that, by all accounts, sounded beyond your comprehension. The more pieces of the puzzle you were given, the more you felt compelled to solve it, no matter how deep into the unknown he was going to drag you.

And besides, you knew he wasn’t wrong. You did need something in your life to change, and no matter what came of this, it would be a change. You knew you were letting him win, and you’d been playing right into his hands from the moment he spoke to you, anyway. Perhaps it was too late to escape all of this even if you wanted that. He’d barely had to do anything at all to achieve that outcome.

Did he know this would happen?

The way Harrow watched you was as if he was reading your thoughts. You had taken a little too long to respond. When you made eye contact with him, you gave him a glare, as if warning him to stay out of your head. The threat didn’t seem to faze him at all, either that or he didn’t notice. He must have noticed.

In humiliation, you chose to be standoffish. You couldn’t look at him again. “You ask people to derail their lives to worship a god?” You grumbled, you knew you were not asking the most productive question when it came to getting the answers you wanted, but you were too mad to care.

“You don’t even have to eat, sleep and breathe in her name. Only genuine belief in her and real care for her cause. That is all we require.” You had the feeling that his answer was very much tried and tested. He had known exactly how to respond, but that was probably a side effect of the unwelcoming nature of the idea of a strange cult.

It all sounded so absurd to you. Too absurd to possibly be real, despite all the evidence to the contrary that you had witnessed. However, you decided to try and take it seriously. “How do you know if someone really believes?”

“You don’t. It’s something you just sense in people.” He seemed to take satisfaction in the repeated phrase.

You couldn't help but doubt his ability to ‘sense’ that kind of thing, but that was not something you had any interest in testing. “I don’t think I could commit to that. It’s all too much.” You commented with brutal honesty.

“That’s a shame.” Harrow clicked his tongue, and as he continued, he sounded almost like a parent reprimanding their child. You deeply disapproved of that comparison, enough so to look him in the eyes, but the calm energy he exuded removed any motivation to dispute him in the moment. “You really are struggling. Run away if you think that will help, although I have to say from experience that it does not.” He tilted his head suddenly, as if eagerly awaiting whatever you’d say next.

“Experience?” You asked, the sudden inquisitiveness of your question utterly giving away your desire for information.

That piqued your interest. Of course a guy like him had his trauma. That part made far too much sense. You wanted to know how someone could go from being in the real world to being in… whatever this world was. His very presence seemed to warp reality into something unfamiliar, where the rules were a complete mystery.

But from the way he’d worded it, and you were unsure if that was intentional, it almost made it sound like he’d experienced something similar. You’d taken some comfort in knowing that the two of you couldn’t have been further apart but that barrier seemed to be shattered in an instant. You wished for someone to understand, but perhaps your wish should have been more specific. You awaited his next words with bated breath.

He seemed to look at you instead of through you. With a sigh, he spoke quietly as if imparting some great secret. “There was a time where I was afraid to make any more commitments because I was so afraid of making another mistake.”

Why did it have to be him that understood?

You felt both extreme ends of emotions at once at this revelation, and once again unable to look him in the eye despite his best effort, you found yourself staring into the night, watching the windows of the buildings, seeming some life inside. “I know that feeling.” Your words trailed off, unfocused.

He took a deep breath for a moment, appearing to pinpoint your distraction. “I can’t imagine any mistake of yours being on the level of my own.” After that, he leaned inwards, enough that you could faintly feel his hot breath. “But we are all controlled by our own anxieties at some point in our lives. I overcame mine by finding a new purpose. Perhaps that is your solution too.”

“Perhaps.” You replied, still distant, taking a moment too long to latch on to his comments about his past. If you had put more thought into your answer, you probably would have prodded him for information, but something told you that he didn’t seem keen on giving specifics.

“However you choose to do it, you need to take a leap of faith at some point.” He spoke as if he were speaking facts, not merely giving advice. The conviction toyed with your mind, still reeling from the possibility that he might actually understand you.

You faced him again, taking a moment to recover upon finding that he was closer than expected. That had made you jump a little, and he’d observed that too with a smile. Unsure of what to say, you hoped and waited for him to continue. Whatever his advice was, you wanted to hear it. If that was down to curiosity or desperation was something you hadn’t yet decided.

“It worked for me. For a long time I…” Harrow’s words trailed off as, for the first time, he didn’t look at you. Instead he stared down at the hands that held the cane between his legs, watching his fingers caress over its heads. He scoffed before continuing. “I didn’t have one foot in reality. My past tried its best to break me. But I got out of it alive, and I see clearly now. I have a goal, the means to achieve it and people who understand. I never had those before, and the feeling now?” He let out a drawn-out sigh, and it was his turn to also be fixated by the night, smiling bigger than usual at nothing in particular. “It’s liberating.”

Still, no specifics. You had spotted his promises of a way to get better, but you also spotted the irony in his words. It would have been easy to get distracted again, but you weren’t passing up on the opportunity to get what you wanted twice. You raised an eyebrow, starting to find the confidence you needed. “What is that goal, anyway?”

He looked back at you, and you caught a triumphant glint in his eye. “The eradication of evil.” The way that he was in that moment, the combination of him staring, unblinking, his hair beginning to fall over his face and armed with a slightly larger smile than usual, all worked to unsettle you. You hadn’t seen him like this before. Passionate. Weirdly passionate.

Once again, his head tilted, and while his expression didn’t change, it seemed to indicate some confusion. You hadn’t quite given him what he wanted. “Not as sinister as you expected, no?” He grinned, his attempt at some kind of joke threw you off, as if it was something he wasn’t meant to do. However, you found it oddly endearing, even in the awkward moment.

That wasn’t what you thought he’d say, but you knew fully well that you couldn't trust his word. Or at least, you shouldn’t, but you had kept on indulging him. In your scepticism, you refused to let him win. “It still sounds slightly sinister.” You joked, despite knowing that there was no chance he'd find it funny. The more you dwelled on that, the more you believed that sincerely. There had to be a catch. There always was.

He shook his head. “No, it’s not.” The smile was still present, completely unflappable. He moved in a bit closer to emphasise his next words, which you were prepared for this time. “Like I said before, good people deserve good things, simple as that.”

“I’m sure you’re one of those good people.” You replied, not even trying to hide your sarcasm.

For the first time, you sensed that your words had actually stumped him. That felt like a personal achievement. He shuffled awkwardly, and you noticed him hold on tighter to that cane, once again his glance drifted towards it. He took the moment in his stride though, forcing a smile. “That’s a little more complicated. I don’t really know about that.”

You wonder how that made any sense, trying to hide your own confusion. That would require more thought that you couldn’t put in at this moment. He was keeping you occupied enough as is.

Harrow seemed to know this too and gave you no time to process that, immediately resuming his words. “What I do know is that heaven on earth can be realised, and I’d like to achieve that.” This was an extreme casual air to those words that felt contradictory. He made it all sound so simple.

“And this is how?” You questioned quietly, your confidence fading. He was throwing too much at you too fast, and you didn’t understand any of it. Once again, the feeling of being in way over your head returned.

His face dropped. In an instant, he’d returned to how he was before. The passion wasn’t gone, but hidden only inside those eyes. Now, he only looked at you with disappointment. You expected him to change course and try something else. “No tree may ascend to the light of heaven if it doesn’t descend to the darkness of hell.” He recited with a sigh, but you weren’t sure what exactly he was referencing. ”Unfortunately, that’s how it is.”

The eradication of evil… with evil. Of course, it all sounded like insanity. Despite how well he’d taken your arguments, you felt that this was one subject you shouldn’t dare challenge him on.

“Is that…” You were at a loss for words, unsure of how to proceed. “Really right?” You couldn’t get out much, and regretted that you weren’t more precise almost immediately.

Despite everything, he was patient. He blinked slowly, and the way that his gaze drifted past you seemed to suggest that was greatly contemplating his next words. “Honestly,” he took a deep breath, making you suspect that he really did mean that word, ”some nights, I just don’t sleep. It’s at those late hours sometimes when my sins catch up to me and it all becomes a bit too much. I pass that time cursing those that put me here and myself, and that’s not too productive, but what keeps me going is the knowledge that everything will be set right, eventually.” The whole story seemed to amuse him, smiling to himself.

There were too many questions, and he seemed to only be giving one vague answer at a time. For a moment, you hated him for that. He knew what he was doing. You felt that he was probably stringing you along on purpose, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You had to keep asking.

“And how would that happen?” You questioned, watching him intently. As he spoke of these things, he seemed to not quite be there. Just bringing up these topics appeared to turn the gears in his mind to a distracting degree.

He scoffed. “It’s not actually up to me. I’m simply speeding up the process.” Finally, he looked at you again, this time truly unreadable and with no expression to discern. “This is a world of gods and monsters and we are but pieces in a game.” He tapped his foot, a sound that you didn’t actually hear, but you did catch the accompanying glass, which distracted your thoughts for a moment.

You didn’t quite know what to say immediately, wanting to challenge him but not quite knowing how. “So what, you’re running all of this entirely on faith?”

Harrow’s eyes narrowed, perhaps that question striking offence in him. “And that surprises you?” His response had great disapproval more than anything else. You knew he wanted you to feel bad. “You’re really not understanding what this is, are you?”

A religious cult.

“I get it.” You insisted, feeling suddenly defensive. “I just-”

You getting worked up seemed to immediately calm him down. “It’s just that you’ve never experienced anything like this before. Being afraid of what’s unknown is perfectly natural.” The way that Harrow explained that to you felt a bit too patronising for your taste. You knew this already. He must have known that you knew this.

You were sick of him trying to read you, and equally sick of him actually succeeding. “Why do all of this, anyway?” You asked exasperatedly. “Why focus on me? Am I important or do you do this to everyone who strolls in here?” You looked at him with desperation, needing him to finally give you a straight answer.

Now you really need something off of him. You’ve fallen right into his trap.

He finally pushed his hair off of his face, allowing you to look fully upon it. You began to realise that there was nothing you could do that would faze him as he gave a tiny smile. “That’s something I haven’t quite figured out myself. There’s something about you that tells me it would be a waste to let you go.” He sounded sincere. Somehow more than usual.

That answer stopped every thought running through your mind. You began to remember everything else he’d said. This wasn’t about evil and gods and some incomprehensible goals. This was about trying to do better. This was about finding anyone who would understand. Somehow, that was him. These thoughts overwhelmed you. “Really?” You inquired, trying to hide this struggle.

You imagined that he saw right through it. His words were slow, his smile was warm, and his whole demeanour was genuine. You realised you’d never actually caught him in a lie for certain, deciding against a tiny corner of your brain screaming otherwise to trust him for a moment. “Now is the time to stop being afraid. I implore you to stay with us. You don’t have to be alone any more. People will look after you.” He took in a deep breath, as if unsure whether to proceed, and he smiled to himself before doing so, watery eyes locked with you. “I will look after you. I will help you if you help yourself.” There was a great certainty to his words, and it was exactly what you needed to hear. All doubt faded from your mind.

His hand graced your back, his touch startling you as you jumped a tiny bit. You weren’t sure why, because you didn’t particularly mind. The brief moment of contact felt surprisingly warm. You felt yourself lean into his touch on instinct, allowing him to stay.

You didn’t know if it was his words or his actions that disarmed you, but your emotions flooded out all at once. You felt your eyes watering in the overwhelming moment. “I want to be better.” You choked out your words.

His smile grew bigger, as if encouraging you. “That chance is here. You don’t know when it will come again.” His words had a deep certainty to them, and he leaned in closer, his voice coming out almost in a whisper. “Are you going to let it slip through your fingers?” That question had total finality to it, as if he knew exactly how you’d answer.

“I don’t want that.” You responded with a shaky breath, overcome by everything.

“Good.” Harrow stood up with surprising quickness, especially because you were once again subjected to that unsettling sound of glass. You only imagined the pain that must have come from that, but concluded that there was no way he really felt it. Despite what he said, he sounded relieved more than anything, not pleased or proud, and he continued like that. “In that case, please come with me.”

He held out a hand for you to take, and you didn’t even have to think. You accepted the warmth, drawn to it, needing it.

Most of this insane cult stuff didn’t matter. You weren’t completely won over, but you had been on what did matter. Unbelievably, this hadn’t been a mistake. All you had wanted was support and understanding, and the world truly was beyond saving if you’d found that answer here of all places.

You followed, eyes wide, deadly curious. A small part of your mind felt like a fish on a line, hopelessly caught. He had done the impossible: completely changed your mind, and he knew from the moment his eyes first laid upon you that he could do this. That thought unleashed terror in you, but you felt yourself supress it almost as fast as it came because for the most part, you didn’t care.

What have I done?

No, stop it. This is going to be fine. You’re going to get better. You’ll be happy now.

#arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #moon knight #ethan hawke #i've never posted anything like this on here before please go easy on me

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trexy225 · 3 years ago

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TPYH-Chapter 19: OK PUT DOWN THE PITCHFORKS AND HEAR ME OUT!

Summary:

Ok, y'all are gonna hate me for a while but I SWEAR it will all work out.

I wrote this fanfic with the intention to make the character react honestly how I would react, I've always liked reading stories where it seems like "yeah I might not like this part but it makes too much sense for it to not happen this way." but don't worry, it's still going to be unhinged.

JUST TRUST THE PROCESS, OK?!

Like I swear it's all gonna work out, just trust me.

Otto never joined you in bed, but he was the one who woke you up.

“I did it! I finished it!” he sang, pulling you out of bed, you grumbled.

“Where’s my coffee?” you slurred, he handed you a cup and you took a sip. It took you a minute to process what he said, and you almost spit your coffee back in your cup.

“You what?!”

“I finished the collider like I said I would. Now I know you might not be happy about it-”

“Oh no, I’m thrilled that you rushed through this insane project without learning from your past mistakes, and not listening to what I have to say, because apparently the only one in the room who has an opinion is Otto!” you told him, dripping with sarcasm.

“Ok, I see that you’re mad. And I’m sorry that you’re mad.”

“You’re sorry that I’m mad?!” you asked.

“Yes! I’m sorry that you’ve decided to be against me on this-”

“No, no you do not get to do that, my feelings are valid, and you can’t turn this around on me.”

“My dear…”

“Don’t ‘my dear’ me! Let me remind you that YOU kidnapped ME!”

“But you love-”

“Yes! I love you, but that doesn’t mean you can just kidnap me! I’ve been worried Otto, my animals, my brother, my life… I’ve put it all on hold for you, I’m trying to help you be better Otto, why can’t you see that? Just wait, one more day, please!” you begged him, practically on your knees.

“...I think you should go,” Otto said.

“What?”

“You obviously don’t want to be here, you don’t support me-”

“I support you, I just don’t support this, and these!” You gestured to the actuators, who clicked angrily.

“They’re a part of me y/n, whether you like it or not! So you’re just going to have to deal with them! And you said you didn’t want to be kidnapped, so I’m letting you go.” Otto yelled at you, you stumbled back.

“Otto don’t do this-”

“Get out.”

“If I leave and you turn on that collider and go inside, whether you come out or not we’re over, for good,” you told him in a shaky voice, why couldn’t you cry? You just wanted to cry.

“You don’t mean that.” Otto challenged.

“I love you Otto.” you told him, “Don’t do this.”

Otto gave a prideful scoff as he walked towards the collider, the actuators were right, y/n was jealous of what he accomplished in such a short amount of time, and once he proved her wrong, she would come back to him. Otto finally succumbed to the pride and arrogance that he’s always had, deep, deep down.

And he activated the collider.

You didn’t leave him, you couldn’t. You sensed him starting to step into the portal and desperation finally kicked in, you stumbled towards him, and you grabbed something thin, maybe it was a knife? You could fight the actuators off? That was stupid…

“Otto!” You reached and grabbed his shirt, your hand burned and you cried out in pain, but you held on, you felt the actuators start to pry you off, and you swung the item at them, hoping to hit something. One of them snatched it out of your hand and pulled you off of Otto, you felt a searing pain in your hand and you cried out, stumbling back. You started to run back to the portal, you had to try again, but your knees buckled and you fell to the floor, you heard beeping and yelled for him again.

“OTTO!” you screamed, you thought you heard him on the other side, but you would never know for sure.

Because the fucking thing blew up

#docock #fanfic #fanfiction #doc ock #doctor octopus #dr octopus #otto x reader #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius #angst #trust the process #doc ock x self insert #doc ock x y/n #doc ock x reader #raimi spider man

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yasume · 4 years ago

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Hello! It's very nice to have a new blackpink fanfic blog! I would like to request a Rosé x reader fic where reader breaks up with Rosé after she (Rosé) cheats on reader. Rosé gets desperate and tries to get back with reader but eventually gives up after months trying. After a year, Rosé thinks she's moved on but sees reader with a new girlfriend and she gets all sad. Pretty pretty pretty angsty please! Thank you.

CHEATER! Rosé x Female Reader

(Gif not owned by me)

Warnings: angst angst angst, Rosé cheats on the reader and the reader gets a new girlfriend 😤

- A/N: NOT GONNA LIE, I almost cried reading this but probably because I’m a sentimental person but oh well. And normally I wouldn’t write this much but I just got into the moment. Hope you enjoy this :)

It was a rough day at work, at least more so than usual. All you wanted to do was go home and lay in the arms of your lover. At least, that was the original plan that you had.

Walking back to your shared apparentment’s door, silently opening the door you almost trip. Barely managing to catch the shelf nearby you noticed the unfamiliar shoes. It wasn’t Rosé’s, nor yours.

“Maybe it’s one of the girls,” you thought, it was common for her to invite Jisoo, Lisa, and Jennie over after all.

You didn’t think much of it, desperately wanting to sleep in the comfort of the bed.

Opening the door, everything just froze.

There she was.

There was Rosé, her lips on another woman’s.

Tears immediately start to form in your eyes when you spoke. “Why.”

Immediately catching their attention, Rosé instantly pulled away from the girl with wide eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, It wasn’t supposed to happen in the first place.

“Baby-” Rosé cried out, “It was just a mistake.” she tried to crawl off the bed to hug you, trying to fix this situation.

But she can’t. She broke what you guys had and it was way beyond from repair.

Like glass, this relationship couldn’t be glued together and be alright again. No, it was time to throw it away.

“Get out.” You said.

“You and your fling. We’re done.”

The fling did listen and left with her items but Rosé did not. She didn’t want to let you go.

“We can still fix this Y/n,” she pleaded, “I’ll be better and it’ll never happen again.”

“Of course it wouldn’t happen again because I’m breaking up with you whether you like it or not.”

“Y/n...”

“You can’t expect me to take you back when you broke my trust just like that. If you really loved me then you wouldn’t have cheated in the first place. If you really loved me, you should’ve talked to me instead of sleeping with someone else. If you really loved me, then you would pack up your things and leave.”

In complete silence, Rosé obeyed. She hurt you, the woman that she promised that she’ll love forever, the woman she announced that she would marry but now it’ll all be a distant memory.

You didn’t feel like sleeping anymore, you wanted to get out of the house. Rosé’s scent still lingered and you just needed a breath of fresh air.

MONTHS LATER

Months after the break up and whole cheating incident, life was a bit rocky.

On multiple occasions when you returned from work were gift baskets. You couldn’t help but feel pity as these baskets held your favorite snacks and clothing. At the same time there was anger.

You can’t fix cheating by giving gifts, after all, trust is earned and can’t be bought.

There would be multiple letters placed outside your door but you chose not to read them, you wanted to open a new chapter of your life... without her.

Even when she waiting outside your work place, you just couldn’t bare to look her in the eyes.

Now, Rosé did notice this. Your cold shoulder brought shivers that replaced the warmth you lent her and it was all her fault. She could’ve been the one to hold you at night but she acted in desperation for another woman’s attention.

And now so, there was nothing she could do to earn a second chance. You were hers, and she was a fool to let you go.

Who was she to be the one to stop you from accepting your fellow employee’s confession. She couldn’t ruin your happiness, not again at least. All she can do is watch you walk away with another woman, holding hands ever so tightly, to a restaurant where she wanted to propose.

#blackpink rose #blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink headcanons #blackpink angst #rose x reader #blackpink x reader #blackpink rose x reader

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thewritingstar · 4 years ago

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Beautiful Revelations

Pairing: Gruvia (I know its been a hot ass min)

Fandom: Fairy Tail

tags: @shellielyzabeth @be-dazzled @nostalgicxslumber @unvalley @tigerfire54

Note: It has happened. I have written 200 fanfics and idk if I should be proud or slightly scared. (feel free to skip this omg why is it so long)

I want to say thank you to everyone who has read, liked, reblogged or interacted with me in any way. I have always had a feeling that no matter what I write, I wouldn’t matter. But every comment and sweet note left made me realize that even if its just a smile or enough to make someone hit the like button, I made a small difference or added something to the fandom. Most of my fics are quick drabbles full of spelling mistakes, random thoughts and love for the characters. I know I don’t write very long stories or finish my wips (why are we surprised) but even though Im not someone people look to as a big author, each of you have made me feel special. There have been many times, this year especially that I had decided to give up writing. “Im not good enough and no one will even notice” Thats what I told myself if I decided to just back away. But every so often I would look and see that someone new or old had read my work. Every time someone reads something I wrote, I go back and read it too. I look at all the tags and see every comment and I stop and smile and remember how much joy it brought me when I first posted.

When I first started writing, I thought that I wouldn’t have a place. Yet in a very short span of time, I was welcomed with open arms and people started to tune in regularly for my fics. I had been given many nicknames such as Gruvia goddess, angst queen, satan (yes I know the fic0 and well even Star.

During my darkest moments, my mind lingered to my writing and to my internet friends. without hesitation I could message someone and feel better and be given the reassure I need. I can't even begin to say how much it means to me that people actually enjoy my writing and even me as a person.

I thank each of you for giving me a joy that was considered a luxury at one point and allowing me to write whatever I wanted and you took it with love and made me happier than I have been in years. To all the people who made art or wrote me something, it means so much to me.

Im not saying that this fic is my greatest but I think it has a special place because It shows the growth over time. 200 fics is a lot and whether or not they were all good, it doesn't matter because I did that and I can say that im proud. Im sorry for all that sappy shit but I wouldn't be where I am without you all.

-Star <3

ps: im not dying or stop writing fics im just happy lol

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“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”

― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

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It was the nights like these that she hated most. The cold would creep through the blankets and make her shiver as her eyelids hung heavy. She could be ready to rest, let the sweet dreams guide her but instead those dark intrusive thoughts toyed with her like a fly on a freshly woven web. They would sprout out of nowhere, tangled with thorns and hold her mind hostage as it injected its sickly venomized thoughts for the night.

She always wondered how she got this far. She was one of the highest members of Phantom Lord, her abilities had rarely been matched. If she desperately craved, she could walk down the hallways and strike fear into the other members, no one could touch her. Hierarchies became a custom here. Once you made it to the top after clawing your way with blood, sweat and probably more blood, you were a god. Yet she walked in and in the next few minutes she was at the table with the master, already receiving a promise that she was special, a delicate and useful ally for the guild.

Special. What a swollen lie that turned out to be.

Maybe that's why she never bothered to search for a light, something to cure the rain. For every life she had bruised or ended, she wanted to feel the pain that followed. She needed to know the consequence of her actions, to be held accountable for ruining another family or taking something from the innocent. Instead she was celebrated.

The days turned to months and she found herself years later not knowing what anything meant anymore. Life used to be black and white. She would walk the side of the kind and good and now she was treading through a swarm of a morally gray compound.

These restless nights, she loathed them but then again, suffering was something that came naturally to her. The only person to ever knock her down was herself.

She climbed out of bed, fuzzy slippers over her feet as she walked to the bathroom. Her headache had worsened and she stared into the mirror. She had looked at herself a thousand times but… have her eyes always been that blue? No, she was tired and her vision was fuzzy, she was fine. Cold water came to her hands as she turned on the facet and splashed her face. Everything was the same as it always was. Expect for today.

Her order was simple. Defeat whoever stood in her way and make sure the Phantom Lord got Lucy Heratfilia. Why did they want some mage? She didn’t know but she was never one to second guess her orders. To go against what she was told was a waste of time, she would have been dead by the end of the day if she did. She had once believed that they accepted her with open arms, that Phantom Lord truly cared about her well being. It was a lie. A bitter sweet lie she allowed to remain in her head.

Hundreds of opponents had come before her. She was accustomed to the way of a battle and had harnessed her skill at a young age. The pure power of the rain pushed her further. She had an unlimited amount of power around her, unlike others, they would run out of fuel. She began to crave that god-like power. Allow the storm to rage on, all she had was herself and the droplets that followed. She understood she was an outcast. Love was never an option, not for someone who brought gloom everywhere.

But this afternoon, fate was a funny thing. She walked onto that rooftop, winning was the only thing on her mind, but he was there. A man who didn’t back down, a man who saw her as an equal.

Her heart began to race. It was forgien and she wasn’t sure if she liked it. She had felt attraction before but this, this was different. Something as small as a single glance had already spun her mind into a muddled mess. It would have been better if she turned around, if he didn’t engage in the fight. Then maybe she wouldn’t be thinking of him like this.

Love at first sight. That wasn’t real. No one could possibly have that happen. What could drive someone's emotion so wild that they become attached to a person in such a short time? And yet it happened. He stood there waiting for the next move and she could only gaze at him with rose colored glasses.

An enemy. A traitor. That's what she would be if she dared to let him escape. She couldn’t hestatite, she never did and now she was frozen in her spot as ice magic danced around her. Peoples magic and abilities never intrigued her, but this, this was beyond anything she had seen.

The light reflecting off of the ice as her droplets froze before her eyes was breathtaking and she hardly noticed that she was losing the battle. She never thought rain could look, dare she say, beautiful? But in this state of its frozen glory, it was all she could think about. She envied those who never had to stay in the rain, a jealousy she didn’t want to admit had festered over the years and she gave up trying to despise the element. But before her was something much more than the state she was accustomed to. Ice. The solid purity of her own and she had wondered what it would be like to hold it in her hands.

She had water locked him, pulled out all of the stops and even with that, he stood again and again. He had screamed that the water was boiling, burning his skin but never before had the water gone above warm. It was usually ice cold on the tipping point of freezing but she could feel the warmth surrounding her.

It shocked her just the same. She had heard people talk about feeling the sun kiss their skin, the warmth spreading as they walked, this was the closest she had felt to that. This warm rush of water was beyond what she had known and yet even as it tinged her hands it felt good, it felt freeing, it felt right.

It burned in a way she had craved for so long. Something other than the fridgeness she had grown used too.

She stared at her reflection in her mirror, tears brimming her eyes. How could one person she just met bring her something she had never felt before? She shut the light out in the bathroom and walked back to her bed, passing her window, she stopped and turned.

Above in the sky was the moon. A soft white glow surrounded the orb that she had never seen before. It was breathtaking. A cosmic power the normal people of the world didn’t dare to worship now became a luxury. The sky was clear and she could see the stars, she could sense them all. How could she have lived her entire life never once seeing the moon and the sun? She had been cursed to live in the rain forever.

But he-he made it stop.

When he grabbed her arm, it was like time had stopped. As if everything she had ever known was washed away and all she could see was a bright light encasing him. She was content knowing her death was coming, there was hardly a reason for her to live. Perhaps she wasn't even living, just surviving day after gloomy day.

He pulled her to safety, her back against the roof as she panted heavily. Those clouds above her moved like a curtain for a show, parting just so that she could see the enchanting mystery she had always craved.

She had never known a blue sky till then. The brightness was almost unbearable as she stared into a sky she had never known. So many emotions flooded her head but it was clear as those ice crystals that her heart was beating for him. She was his enemy, they made that clear from the start but he hadn’t hesitated to save her. He showed a mercy she had never come across.

Another tear fell as she sat on her bed.

“He saved Juvia.” She whispered to herself. A horrific thought came to her. Would she have saved him? She didn’t want to know the outcome because deep down she believed she was good. Beneath the surface of unremosle power, there was that scared little girl who never had anyone to care for her.

The amount of days she sat in that orphanage alone sewing her dolls and praying that the rain stopped one way or another, it was as if she couldn’t remember it. He had done the impossible. He showed her the sky she hadn’t seen. He had shown her kindness.

A thought came to mind as she stood and packed her things. No more would she be known as “the rain woman”. No more would gloom be her only trait. She was determined to find something much more appealing than those bowing by fear. She wanted love. She wanted that warmth of the water constantly and the feeling of the sun on her skin. She understood it now. There was a power strong than her, stronger than any wizard that surrounded the other guild.

She had vowed to be done with love. Promised herself that no man could hurt her again. She was trembling at the thought of being vulnerable once more. The only time she felt warmth was the scorching burn of a fiery rejection and words that burned like lava. It was too much for someone to handle. So she pushed it down, locked the key and threw it as far as she could. The temptation though. The idea of letting her guard down for someone, someone she barely knew? How she fantasized of that moment. She had once believed that someone of her past had done that, but they were all the same. Ashamed of the rain, the rain she caused, the pain she brought.

And after their fight when she collected herself and tried to run back towards her guild, he stopped her.

“For what it's worth I think you’re an incredible wizard. You may not want to believe that your guild is dark and bad but, Fairy Tail is always open.” He had said it with such sincerity that she wasn’t sure if it were true.

“Juvia thinks your magic is just as powerful.” She had said before he gave her a smile and turned away to go back to his other guild mates.

And here she stood, a suitcases packed in the night and a note left on the desk. This guild didn’t deserve any words. Not when they feasted on her ability. Harvested those negative emotions and almost made her fall into the deep end.

She knew what they would say. They would call her a coward. A traitor and a worthless wizard, at first it was enough to stop her. Make her stay and perhaps bring back the clouds. However what he said stuck in her mind.

“I would rather die fighting than let your guild have Lucy! She is one of us and we don’t leave anyone behind.”

Without hesitation he made it clear that every member of the guild was valued no matter how long they had been there, they were a family. If something like that would have happened, if she were threatened, her guild would let her die without a second thought.

Never again would she allow someone to have a hold over her. She spent too many years sheltered by pain and deviation to go on like that.

She grabbed her bag and closed her door.

Juvia stood in front of the door. The morning would be better to do this but it was beyond dark outside and she didn’t want her intrusive thoughts pulling her back to her old guild. Softly she knocked, maybe hoping that he wouldn’t hear it and force her back to the isolation of fear.

The open clicked open and her eyes widened slightly as a sleepy Gray leaned against the door frame, shirtless and rubbing his eyes.

“Juvia?” He blinked and watched as her cheek puffed out in red. He looked down to see that he was only in his underwear and let out a yelp as he grabbed a blanket off the chair. “What are you doing here?”

“Um Juvia thought.” She paused and looked towards the ground. “Actually Juvia apologies for disturbing you.” Her back was to him and she began to walk away.

“Wait!” His hand caught hers and he pulled slightly. A jolt of warmth spread through her, burning her like a thousand suns as well as the chill of ice from his own temperature. She looked back at him, eyes wide and lips parted. “Juvia, please just tell me.”

“Such kindness.” She whispered to herself. Her heart rate sped up just like it did earlier and she swallowed a breath. “Juvia was wondering…why did you save her?”

His hand dropped her as if he were shocked that she would dare question his action.

“I wasn’t going to let you die. Enemies or not, I don’t think you deserved that fate. I don’t believe that you are this evil person your guild made you out to be. To be honest when you fell, you look like you didn’t care what happened and I guess I saw myself in you.”

“You saved Juvia because you know what it's like?”

“To feel lost and hopeless I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Sometimes it's hard thinking you deserve to live, that it would be better to harbor all the pain of your past. I don’t know everything about you but that look in your eyes. I couldn’t let you go knowing that there was a brighter future ahead.”

A tear dripped from her eye. Her smile was soft as hugged her arms to her body. “You knew Juvia would join the guild.”

“Well I wouldn’t say I knew, but I was hoping that you would. If you still want to, that is.”

“Juvia would be honored.” She bowed respectfully towards him.

Gray smiled and bowed back. His eyes faced the sky looking towards the moon. “Have you ever seen it?”

“Tonight would be the first. Juvia thinks the stars are remarkable.”

“Lucy knows alot about them, I think you two would be good friends.”

Juvia shook her head as regret twisted in her stomach. “Juvia accepts your kindness and compassion but she doesn’t know if the rest will. Juvia was her rival, she understands if everyone doesn’t see her as a friend.” She frowned slightly.

A laugh came from the ice mage's mouth. “That's the thing about Fairy Tail, no matter where you come from or what your past may have held, there's always going to be a friend waiting.”

Juvia nodded. “Thank you Gray. Juvia will talk to your guild master tomorrow.”

“Like I said before. You’re an incredible wizard, you’ll be just fine.” He winked.

“Have a nice night.”

“You too.”

She watched as he entered his house before turning around and walking towards her hotel. Her shoulders felt lighter and she held her head high for the first time. This was her step in the right direction, this was where her new life began.

Time had slowed and allowed her to pause. A beautiful revelation she never knew could exist came to mind as she just realized that she was in love.

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She looked down at her leg in the mirror. The voices behind her had faded to the background as she became entranced with the mark of Fairy Tail.

“The blue suits you.” She turned to see Gray standing there with a smile as he was focused on her guild mark.

To say that she was grateful was an understatement. Her mask she wore like a crown had shattered. It unravels in his hands as the months went on and all that was left was the person she wanted to be. She could finally let go of her ghosts, her darkness and begin to forgive herself.

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“What do you think?” He asked her as the white sky fell with snow.

Gray had told her of a special spot he used to go to when the first snow came. Past the forest was a clearing of grassy hills that would soon become a winter wonderland. Laid out on one of the hills was a blanket and a few lanterns.

She held her hand out and felt the tiny snowflakes collect on her hand. He sat behind her, one arm snaked around her waist while the other hand rose above hers and created a small flurry of snowflakes.

“Breathtaking.” She gushed. This was the first time she had seen snow fall. Her eyes followed the ice magic as it formed a heart and blew into the sky joining the other flurries. She turned so she could meet his eyes and his normal content face was replaced with a smile.

He leaned forward until their noses touched briefly. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He said and she only had a moment to process his words as his lips landed on hers and her eyes fluttered close.

Her hand went to his cheek as she leaned towards him, her energy matching his and all she could hear was the thumping of her heart. She would be embarrassed to say that she might have dreamt of this moment a little too much but it didn’t matter now. All she knew was that her beloved felt the same.

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For once she was happy to hear a cry. That little whimper bubbling from the baby's mouth, her baby, she was in disbelief. Perfection was a rarity. No one was perfect, but the being with a tuft of dark blue hair and grey eyes would beg to differ. A child was never in her future. The thought came up randomly but the idea of raising a family wasn’t even a question.

During her missions in her old guild, she would walk past a family. She would see happy faces on everyone and would only be filled with envy and hatred. Disgusting was what it was. How could you love someone else when there was no love for you?

But times change. She would see others holding their child's hand and feel a warmth in her heart at how the children beamed up at their parents. She could sense the love all around them and would smile herself, hoping that it might become a reality for herself.

She would wake in the middle of the night, not from her demons but for her new reason to live. He would babble and tug at the locks of her hair and giggle when water magic danced before his young eyes.

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It was nights like these that loved the most. The soft rays of moonlight casting shadows through her window as silk sheets wrapped around her bare form. She used to spend nights alone, only her pillow to catch her tears and now delicate fingers trail her backside as she listens to the thumping of his heart. His chest rises and falls as her own follows the rhythm. Her eyes flutter close as her tiredness grows untils it's interrupted by a cool press of lips under her ear.

A peaceful sigh leaves her lips as she tilts her head up to meet dark eyes gazing at her. Flushed cheeks was something she wore often and she lifted off of him to move further up and meet his lips with hers. He pulls her back to him, hating the emptiness between them and adores the way she shivers when his thumb traces her guild mark.

Their love was honest and raw. She had learned that nights like those in the past would haunt him as well. They would keep him up and plague his thoughts with images of death and destruction. But now, they lingered in the shadows, always there but something brighter and beautiful guarded them to peace and she focused on the way he breathed her name then the tears that dropped.

There was an overwhelming amount of happiness that she had gathered after all the years she spent in Fairy Tail. She found friendship and family bonds. Love in all forms that she cherished deeply. Her powers were seen as a gift to help others and lend a hand, not twisted into medled lies that she had spent so long untangling.

Her lips pulled from his slowly and their breaths settled between them. When she looked at Gray she found something more. She had freedom and rebirth. Forgiveness and lust wrapped into something more than love. Their bond was stronger than she could have ever dreamed and when he left kisses over her skin she wanted nothing more in life than to stay frozen in this moment.

He did the impossible. He opened a door, shined a light through her darkness and allowed her to accept the fact that she did deserve to live. She could cherish moments and keep them as her own without the threat of corruption. Her life was now her own to command and she did it with such grace and beauty that Gray couldn’t imagine her being any different.

“I love you.” He promised and there was no doubt in her mind that he meant it.

“I love you too.” She responded.

The beautiful truth was that she was finally at peace and loved herself.

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I hope that you all enjoyed and thank you for being so lovely <3

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kkeidawrites · 4 years ago

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Lost Light

Whew, let me tell y'all writing this one shot was killing me...having to re-watch and relive the experience from this made me have a broken heart again like all those years ago. But, here we are.

Loki Laufeyson x black!reader

Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is full of spoilers from the Avengers: Infinity War movie, I do not own any of the quotes or the gifs that are displayed on this fanfic, that all belongs to Disney, Marvel Studios which is a subsidiary of Walt Disney Studios and its proper companies and I would suggest you not read this if you have not seen the movie yet. This story is both fictional and all the characters that are mentioned are all my personal, made up ocs that I wanted to share. So, just you know, prepare yourselves. Thank you.

The stench.

The falling ash.

The haunting distress call, pleading for any help that was close by, didn't reach a willing ear.

Pieces of the ship, that once held all of the surviving members of Asgard, were scattered astray and skewed in space.

Asgardians young and old littered the remaining floating, functioning part of the ship, dead and being stabbed again by the ones who created the carnage to ensure they stayed dead.

Mawu watched helplessly as Thor laid on the bay of the ship, defeated and critically wounded, his breathing was becoming labored but the Moon Goddess couldn't do anything as she was restrained by the large behemoth that had its foot on her back.

They had fought valiantly and fearlessly, but in the end it didn't matter, Thanos had took them down without breaking a sweat. His lackeys went to work to kill the rest of the innocent Asgardians, claiming he was doing them a favor.

"Your people are nothing now...you have no world to occupy." he had said after he broke our spirits. He spoke to us like we were his captured kill from a glorious hunt.

"Your people are powerless, tired, it would be best to end your suffering."

"I know what it's like to lose," the titan turns his back to stare at Loki who shifted his gaze from his wife back to Thanos. The last thing he needed was the titan to know that he was a married man and Loki refused to allow anymore harm come to her.

He had done so in the past and he vowed to protect her since then. Mawu watched powerless as the feeling of the creature's foot pressed a bit more on her back, making Mawu grunt in pain.

"Feels so desperately that you are right, yet to fail none the less."

Thanos approaches Thor and picks him up by the neck dragging him over to Loki's stiff form.

"Turns the legs to jelly. I ask you to what end? Dread it, run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. Now it's here, should I say 'I am..'"

Thor makes a clipped comment and Loki quickly gazes at his brother fearfully then back to the menacing titan's glare.

"The Tesseract or your brother's head." His large fist began to squeeze the new king's head.

"I assume you have a preference?" Thanos asked smug.

"Oh, I do. Kill away." Loki's statement lifts the titan's chin smugly and Mawu's jaw drops in disbelief; the large brute then takes the power infinity stone and presses it against the side of Thor's head. Thor screams from the immense pain that was coming from the stone and Mawu squirmed under the beast's foot.

"Stop it! Leave him alone!" Mawu yells as she struggled. More pressure was applied to her back and the Goddess gasps in pain going limp, and had no choice but to listen to the agonizing screams of the king of Asgard. Tears were running down her cheeks, as a sob left her lips.

After all they had been through, Loki would pull something like this. Mawu believed that her husband had changed for the better and here he was allowing this monster to kill his own brother. She struggled to turn her head and out of the corner of her eye she watched her husband. He was looking conflicted to what was happening. Thor let out another excruciating cry of pain and Loki balled his fists at his sides.

"Alright, stop!" Loki yells.

The power stone was removed from his brother's head and Thor panted helplessly at Thano's side. Loki sighs in relief.

"We don't have the Tesseract. It was destroyed on Asgard." Thor wheezes.

Low and behold, Loki materializes the Tesseract in his right hand, raised to Thano's eye and the titan gives a chilling grin.

"You..you really are the worst brother." Thor says and Loki comes closer to Thanos as if to hand over the sacred item to him.

"I assure you brother , the sun will shine on us again." Loki tells him and that makes Thanos chuckle.

"Your optimism is misplaced Asgardian."

"Well for one thing, I'm not Asgardian. And for another, we have a Hulk." Just as he said that, the green gamma fused hero came barreling through and punches Thanos giving Loki enough time to move Thor out of harm's way.

"Let him have his fun." Ebony Maw tells Black Dwarf who moved to help their master.

Mawu was shocked at the quick turn of events and the pressure on her back was lifted long enough for her to roll out from under Black Dwarf and use her cosmic beam emission to blast him away from her. Sending another beam at Corvus Glaive, Mawu floated over to Thanos to help Hulk.

This brought Proxima Midnight attention to Mawu's sudden escape and she steps in Mawu's way to halt her assault. Spins her three-pronged spear to ready her stance. Mawu readies herself and her hands and eyes begin to glow a bright blue color.

"You won't leave here alive." she taunts with a smirk.

"We will see, bitch." Mawu sends beams her way and Proxima dodges them, moving close to unleash swings from her spear. Mawu dodges them and blocks the ones that reached her face.

Hulk began with having the upperhand on Thanos but, the titan quickly unbalanced him and took his down within seconds, hauling his large body over his head then slamming it on the ground of the ship's bay. Hulk lays there defeated and not moving.

Thor comes up behind Thanos and hits him with a lead pipe that bounces off his armor and the titan turns around and pushes him away. Ebony Maw takes this time to use his psychokinesis and trap Thor's body with the iron from the ship.

Mawu manages to scratch Proxima's right cheek and the woman grunts in pain touching her cheek to feel the blue blood running down to her lip. She gives a battlecry and sweeps her spear under Mawu's feet but she was quicker to jump back and uses her right leg to come down and snaps the spear in half.

Proxima uses one end of her spear to throw at the Moon Goddess and Mawu dodges it.

Elbowing her in the face, Mawu is quick to get onto her hands and spin her straightened feet in a kick combo on her face. Proxima dodges the first spin but was hit by the second one, along with an uppercut Mawu sent once she returned to her feet.

.As she stumbles back from the attack, Mawu grabs Proxima by the neck and throws her down into the ground, raising her leg to bring it down on her head as a final blow when she was suddenly grabbed by the back of her neck and pulled away from her opponent. Black Dwarf had grabbed her threw her but, Mawu was stopped by an invisible force.

The Goddess squirmed from the invisible force holding her and turned her head to see Ebony Maw holding her against her will.

She cursed him in her native tongue as she was left floating at his side.

However, the thing Mawu saw was Heimdall as he prayed softly to his ancestors and her eyes widened at what he was doing.

"Forefathers, let the dark magic flow through me one last...time." his soft prayer was heard and the Bifrost was opened and immediately took Hulk away. Thanos approaches Heimdall and grabs Corvus Glaive's double-sided polearm as he looks down at the struggling man.

"That was a mistake." Thanos tells the watchman of the gods and stabs the polearm through his heart. Heimdall stares defiantly at Thanos until his last breath of life left his body and he fell limp against the piece of metal he was propped up against. Thor cries in anguish as he watched his friend die and glares hatefully at the titan.

"You going to die for that." Thor swears to Thanos then his lips are bound when Ebony Maw seals his lips with metal.

Ebony Maw then presents the Tesseract to Thanos, as he kneels before the titan and the purple brute removes his armor, and plucks the cube from his lackey's hand. He crushes it and inside his hand sits the space stone. He places the stone on his gauntlet and hums in pleasure of the new power flowing through him.

Mawu suddenly feels weak and lethargic, her head begins to pound severely. You see, when the space stone is disrupted, it effects those who helped create the universe, Mawu is beginning to lose her powers because, the space stone is what keeps the balance of all the nine realms in harmony. With a dark heart like Thanos, the space stone could easily kill the creator gods of the universe.

"There are two more stones on Earth," Thanos marvels at the stones on his gauntlet, he then turns his attention to his 'children'.

"Find them my children, and bring them to me on Titan." he orders and his 'children' kneel down in front of him in respect.

"Father we will not fail you." Proxima Midnight says. Mawu glares at the woman.

"Karachi ẹnu kẹtẹkẹtẹ bishi (Stupid kissing ass bitch)." Mawu cursed and Proxima gives her a menacing glare as if she understood what the Goddess said.

"If I might interject," Loki makes his appearance and slowly moves closer to Thanos.

"If you are going to Earth, you might want a guide. I do have experience in that arena." he gives a dry chuckle.

"If you call failure experience.

"I consider experience, experience."

"Oh mighty Thanos," he grew closer now as he sneakily summoned a knife in his left hand.

"I, Loki, prince of Asgard...Odin's son, the rightful king of the Jotunheim, God of Mischief...do hereby pledge to you..." he gives his wife a look. Just one look to show that he loved her and Mawu's eyes widened. Mawu watched in horror as her husband approached the titan and began shaking her head.

"...my undying infidelity." Loki moves to strike Thanos through the throat but, the space stone possesses his arm to stop him. Loki pants in disbelief and Mawu struggles in her metal bindings, trying desperately to get out to help her husband.

"Loki! Get out of there! Loki!" she screams to her lover, whom even if he wanted to, could not move.

"Undying? You should use your words more carefully." Thanos scolds Loki and pushes back his arm, making the God of Mischief grunt in pain as he was quickly disarmed and Thanos gripped him by the throat. Mawu struggled harder as the titan raised her lover higher to get a better look at him. Loki's choking gargles alerted both her and Thor.

"Let him go you alainiye lori (son of a bitch)! Loki!" Mawu grunts as her metal prison squeezed around her body. She watched pitifully as her husband squirmed in Thano's squeezing grip and her tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Don't...Do not do this! Please don't do this!" she cries as the sound of Loki's bones began rattling.

As he struggled, Loki had the gal to look in Thanos in the eyes as he whimpered out one last statement. "You...will never be...a god." Loki then shifts his wavering gaze to his wife and gave her a painful smile then mouthing his love to her before the crack of his neck resounded in the tense atmosphere.

"Noooooooooooo!" Mawu yells.

Thor's muffled cry of anguish is a haunting one as Thanos brings his dead brother's body over to his bound form, dropping him at his feet.

"No resurrections this time." Thanos taunts. The titan then raises his gauntlet and activates the power stone, all around them what's left of the Statesmen began to explode and Thanos uses the space stone to open a portal and the Black Order leave the blowing up ship.

The metal around Thor disintegrated and he quickly crawled over to Loki's body. He looked over his brother's face and sobs left his lips as he hugged him to his chest.

"Loki..." he whimpers solmenly.

Mawu however, had another agenda, once she was released from the metal prison her eyes had coated over to a dark blue color and her hands glowed a illuminated white color. Her adrenaline was high as hell and so was her anger which gave her more of a boost as she flew up from the Statesmen and aimed her glowing hands at Thanos' ship.

"O gba ọkọ mi, ẹbi mi, lẹhinna o ro pe o kan le sá? Iwọ yoo ku loni, aderubaniyan(You take my husband, my family, and then you think you can just run away? You will die today, monster)! " Mawu beams up her hands and begins throwing concentrated cosmic energy balls at the ship.

Two of the engines on the ship went up in flames, and Mawu flew closer to punch a side of the ship but, her assault was cut short when a canon blasted her away. This gave the ship enough time to portal out of there.

Mawu regained her balance mid-flight and her brows furrowed in anger as she watched the ship disappear through the portal. Her tears returned and her adrenaline wore off, as the Statesmen blew up in a purple flash behind her. Mawu welcomed the force of the blast as her eyes returned to its original brown color.

She simply floated in outer space as the debris of both the ship and deceased Asgardians coasted past her. Mawu's eyes caught Loki's departed form and moved closer to him, grabbing his cold hand and pulling him to her chest. Mawu cried in his chest as she wrapped his arms around her body, wanting to once again feel his loving embrace.

The moon has a dark side and it has a bright side but, with how her emotions played out, the moon has been cased in a dark grey hue that stirs the gravity on the Earth.

Mawu didn't care about any of that right now...her husband was dead, her heart has been torn in two, and there was nothing she could do to change it. Mawu's eyes filmed over a grey color and she fell limply against her deceased husband's chest as her body shut down into a vegetative state.

The light was lost from the moon that day and the end of the universe was closer.

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I hope you all had a good cry like I did when I wrote this story. This had been sitting in my brain for weeks, yall. WEEKS. And I finally sat my ass down and wrote it. So, enjoy, like, comment and reblog. Also make sure to head over to my inbox for any requests. Peace y'all.

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dhwty-writes · 4 years ago

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Toss a Coin to your Lover

I finally cracked. After months of reading (who are we kidding, inhaling) Geraskier fanfic, I finally wrote an one-shot. What inspired me to do it was this extremely heartwrenching post by @clown-of-rivia, who kindly gave me permission to write this. And write I did! I typed half of this at 2 AM on my phone because I couldn’t sleep until the words were own and the other half in the last 3 hours. It was a lot of fun, honestly!

Best you read the post mentioned above first to know the context but basically what happened is that Geralt and Jaskier slept together and Geralt (like the absolute idiot he is) put some money on the nightstand the next morning and left (because he couldn’t imagine himself worthy of love that is not bought). Here’s what happens after. It’s angst but with a happy ending, don’t worry. Enjoy!

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Jaskier stared at the coins on the nightstand for a very long, probably an embarrassing long time. Alright, definitely an embarrassing long time. But in his defence, the sun had barely risen and he'd frankly had the best sex of his life - and that ought to say something - so he thought he ought to be forgiven.

He'd be very glad to say that, when reality had finally caught up to him, the first thing he'd felt was rage. Alas, that was not the case. Because despite what other people thought, despite his infamous reputation as an exceptional (and intermittent) lover, despite everything, he actually cared about sex. His flings were seldom only a fancy to sate his needs; he was genuinely, truly, deeply in love with his usual bedfellows.

And Geralt? Geralt wasn't his usual bedfellow. He wasn't anything like his usual bedfellows. Jaskier fell for people easily and had been even more prone to do so in his youth. He had been in love with Geralt from the first moment he saw him. And over the years the feelings hadn't subsided in the slightest.

He was not ashamed to say that at this point he loved Geralt with all his being. Melitele's tits, he'd spent the last two decades traipsing after the damned witcher, composing ballad after ballad to his glory and beauty and virtue and finally - finally! - he'd thought Geralt had understood.

And then-

This.

Disbelievingly he stared at the money on the bedside table.

So, naturally, Jaskier felt hurt. He wanted to curl up and cry for days as he'd done after his first heartbreak, a lovely stable hand his father had sent away after catching them in the hay.

But then- resignation. Because he'd always known. 'Death and destiny. Heroics and heartbreak.' In some way he'd even been prepared for it, as much as one can prepare for such an eventuality. But not like this. This wasn't fair, this wasn't how it had been supposed to go, his heart not only broken but shattered into a million pieces, like the beautiful painted glass vase he had broken all those years ago in the Countess de Stael's manse. Beautiful even in shambles, yet dangerous to everyone who dared touch the shards.

He exhaled forcefully, clinging to the feeling of glass cuts on his hands, clinging to the pain, the sting, the bite. Finally, the rage kicked in. That was better than heartbreak, that was something he could use as a weapon, wielding words as lethal as any sword, as sweet as honey and as beautiful as a field of poisonous buttercups.

He stuffed the coins into his purse and got up to get dressed, seething and too furious to even attempt buttoning up his doublet. It wasn't as if Geralt hadn't seen that before. He had and he had loved it and then he had thrown coins onto Jaskier's nightstand and left. The audacity!

And the audacity to just leave! Jaskier was of half a mind to not go after Geralt after all because wasn't that a pitiful sight? The great poet Jaskier in the role of the scorned lover, running after his witcher with desperate need? But then again, he was just too angry and he needed to have words with Geralt. Oh, and what words they were about to have!

'Errands to run,’ Geralt had said and Jaskier scoffed in disbelief. Because now, apparently, the witcher had gone craven, Roach and her master long gone when he peered into the stable. 'Good,' he thought, 'so he's afraid.' And he ought to be, really. Jaskier wasn't about to just stand idly by and let the love of his life leave - he had been much too persistent over the last two and a half decades for that.

So, he tightened the straps of his lute case and his bag and set out to do what he did best: Not composing or singing or giving exceptional blowjobs (although he certainly excelled at all of those tasks), no, no, no; what Jaskier did best was tracking a certain whitehaired witcher of his, no matter how little he wanted to be found.

A few pointed questions and sweet words later, he was on his way, huffing and puffing while running to match the speed of a horse and trying to compensate the head start Geralt and Roach had gotten – and praying, Melitele, please, that they hadn't galloped away because then would take days to catch up to them – yes, he spoke from experience, one of his not so fond memories from the beginning of their friendship when Geralt had still thought he could shake the bard. He had learned better quickly, though now it seemed he had forgotten the lessons learned half a lifetime ago.

Luckily, though, he hadn’t galloped away, as Jaskier caught up to him half a day's march later while he was watering Roach by a creek. Good. That was good. That meant that his white wolf wasn't completely averse to being found. Still, the sight of the peaceful tranquillity - as if nothing had happened - only fuelled his rage.

'How dare he?', he thought. 'How dare he be calm when I am furious, how dare he find peace while I am aching, how dare he hurt me and not hurt in turn?'

Oh, but that wouldn't last for long. No, Jaskier would see to that.

"Geralt!" he called even though he knew that the witcher had to be long aware of his presence. Still, he hadn't deemed it necessary to acknowledge him, not turning, not even raising his head. The nerve of this! "What errands lead you to the middle of nowhere?"

The witcher flinched and looked up, his brows furrowed. It was a look Jaskier had long learnt to identify with pain. 'Good,' he thought, although he felt a little guilty, 'he shall hurt, too. Just like I do.'

"No answer?" he asked flippantly. "Fine. Then I'll do the talking. As always. You better sit down, witcher, because we will be here for a while. And you will listen." Geralt didn't move. Fine for him.

"What the actual fuck," he began his tirade, "we're you thinking, you cursed witcher?" He flinched but Jaskier didn't care. He was bitter and battered and broken-hearted and it was Geralt’s fault!

"What do you take me for?" He shouted and dug for the coins in his purse. "Some common whore? Some- some common travelling bard who will just as easily fall into bed for some coin as fall into song?" He probably shouldn't care that much but even if he was now famous enough to normally elude such propositions- as well as the need to accept them - it still rubbed him the wrong way decades later.

"For years I've kept you company, for years I've sung your praises. 'Toss a coin to your witcher', indeed. Here!" One by one he hurled them in Geralt's general direction. "Have some coins! Have plenty of them because trust me, I’m not wanting for money! I’m not wanting for anything, to be precise! I could easily retire to Oxenfurt to teach or to basically any court on the Continent to make a home. Easily, do you hear me? I do not need your pity! I do not need you to pay me!"

He had run out of Geralt's coins to throw and while he could certainly bombard him with his own money, he was actually quite protective of his earnings. So, he reverted back to verbal assault: "Is that what that was to you last night? Another night of paid company you like to indulge that you could just leave behind come morning? What were you even thinking? That you could finally shake me of after years of travelling with you?"

He gasped as a terrible thought came to his mind. "Is that what it is? You try to insult me so that I finally stop following you? Because then you have succeeded, Geralt. This insult is-"

"Jaskier," Geralt said, the first time he spoke since his arrival. It sounded weak. Broken. Pleading.

"No!" he answered. "No, I'm not finished with you, yet! You humiliate me, Geralt. For years I've endorsed your terrible bedside manner but this is a step too far. Really, I'm at a loss for words! I woke up with a wonderful afterglow to see you leaving and was worried for you. Turns out I shouldn't have been because apparently this night has no impact whatsoever on you. You're as calm as- as- I don't even know! See what you do to me? I'm a poet! A minstrel! A pretty little wordsmith, yet you make my words fail me. My weapons, my craft, my only asset, my-"

"Jaskier, please," Geralt interrupted him and to his shame tears rose to Jaskier’s eyes, "I didn't want to hurt you!"

"Then why did you do it?" he yelled, choking on the tears. "Because guess what, Geralt, I'm hurt! I'm really fucking hurt!"

"I'm sorry. Last night was a mistake."

"Oh, great," he scoffed. "First you add injury to insult. But sure, why not add insult again?"

"I shouldn't have made you do this."

"Made me?" he howled. "You didn't make me do anything! Fuck, I kissed you because Melitele's tits, I've been in love with you for so long and I just couldn't take it anymore!" His voice broke on the last syllables and he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to quell the tears. "Shit-!" he croaked weakly. He hadn't meant for it to go this way, he was angry and he wanted him to feel the fury, not to crack down before him, show him his weakness, show him just how helpless he made him feel and-

He gulped down air, in a hope to stifle the violent sobs that shook his body. Oh, how he ached to curl up in a lover's embrace, to be held and comforted and yet Geralt was the one to reduce him to the blubbering mess. It was fucked up. It was so fucked up. Fucked up to run after him, fucked up to yell at him, all so very fucked up.

Still, he calmed down. Slowly. But still, he did.

When he was only sniffling a bit, he lowered his hands and found Geralt staring at him, unmoving, unblinking. Then he said: "No you're not."

"What do you mean, I'm not?"

"You're not in love with me. You can't be."

He scoffed. "Do you now claim to know my heart better than I do? Do you think I cannot judge whom I love? Do you think me an imbecile, Geralt? Incapable? Weak? Whatever it is, tell me! Better tell me now!"

"I think you are insane," he growled and Jaskier gasped, "to think yourself in love with a witcher."

"What, you absolute idiot, do you think have I been doing the last twenty-odd years? It hasn't been a deterrent all that time, so why should it be now?"

"Because you can't love me, Jaskier," he roared, the first time he had actually raised his voice at him since the djinn. "Because I am a witcher and can't love you back and demanding your affection would not be fair!"

"Denying it is equally unfair!"

Geralt growled and turned away, obviously displeased by something though Jaskier couldn't tell what it was.

He was still angry and he wanted to continue yelling, yell how Geralt paying him wasn't fair, how Geralt leaving him wasn't fair, how- But somewhere in his rage-clouded mind a voice of reason spoke up, granting surprising clarity for just a moment.

He clung to that clear thought as if for dear life, letting the fury dissipate until he was thinking again, and not just feeling and hurting. "Geralt," he said cautiously now, "why did you pay me?"

The witcher scoffed and ducked his head. "I had to pay you something, didn't I?" he mumbled almost too quietly for Jaskier to hear. "I mean, you were expecting something. No-one would bed a witcher without- without recompensation."

Jaskier stared at him abhorred. "Why on earth would you think that?" he asked with disgust dripping into his voice.

"Because it's always been like this!" he answered exasperated. "Women love me only for the money and even then, they cannot look at me while taking me to bed. Yen could, but-" He winced. "The djinn- And you, Jaskier. You don't have anything like that. But I had to give you something. I could never ask a sacrifice like that of something without-" Jaskier watched with astonishment as the witcher's voice broke. "What else do I have to offer you?"

"What- what else would do you have to offer me?" Jaskier gasped and spluttered trying - and failing - to find any words.

He just grunted and took Roach by the reins as if he was about to walk away - again.

"No!" He stepped in and ripped the reins out of his hands. "No, you do not get to flee! You stay and listen to what I have to say." He just stared, watching the bard as he started pacing. "What do you have to offer me, Geralt?" He asked bristled. "Why, what indeed? It isn't as if you have made me famous, ensuring my wealth and livelihood. It isn't as if you've saved my life countless of times, putting yourself in harm’s way right from the very beginning when you didn't even know - or like - me. It isn't as if you listen to my endless ramblings, as if you replace my lute strings when I need to, as if you lend me your coat when I'm freezing or carry my bag when I'm tired. It isn't as if you've nursed me back to health after illness and injury alike. It isn't as if you've rendered me completely speechless last night. No, none of that has ever happened."

He ducked his head. "That's nothing."

"That's everything."

His head snapped up. "Well, I'm still a witcher!" he shouted but Jaskier didn't flinch nor waver.

"And when have I ever cared about that?" he shouted back. "My love for your mind and soul and heart has been free for as long as I know you. Why would you think that my love for your body wouldn't be?"

"You mean it," Geralt said his voice full of surprise.

"Of course, I do, you big dumb oaf! That's what I've been trying to tell you for the past half hour. What else am I supposed to do to convince you that you are worthy of love and softness and care? What else am I supposed to do to show you that I've been giving you all of this for half of my life without asking anything in return? I never needed to ask! I've been paid in turn thousandfold. Not in money, Geralt, in actions big and small. I thought-" He choked on his tears, "I thought I've been paid in love, too."

"Witchers can't love. Witchers can't feel at all."

"Stop telling yourself that lie. I've known you for twenty years, Geralt. When you're happy you smile, when you think I'm funny you huff a laugh, when you're angry you shout, when you're sad you shut me out and when you're hurt you lick your wounds. You hide it, of course, but you haven't been able to hide it from me for a long time. And I know you love people. You love your brothers and Vesemir and you love Yennefer in some way and Ciri, too. And I think you love me, too. Don't hide your love, witcher. Not from me. Never from me. You're just scared. A coward. Scared to get hurt and scared to hurt me."

"I'm not craven," he growled.

"No?" Jaskier crossed his arms. "Prove it."

Geralt looked at him quizzically. Jaskier raised an eyebrow. A challenge. An invitation. A plea. And just like that, Jaskier could see the witcher break. It was plain as day, the little crack in the facade, the little gleam in the eyes and then, suddenly, he was being kissed.

There was a desperate sob caught in Geralt's throat when they kissed, the anguish and agony overwhelming Jaskier and making him stumble a few paces back. Geralt kissed as if he'd never kissed before, frantic and fierce and forlorn, as if he feared that Jaskier would pull away, as if he waited for eventual rejection, revulsion, rebuke.

And that broke Jaskier's heart again, maybe even more so than the coin. No, Geralt could have paid him all the coin in the world and it wouldn't have hurt half as much as the onslaught of- of- decades of loneliness and loathing and longing that choked him.

He was still angry - he was sure that he would continue being angry and hurt for quite some time - but that didn't matter right now. Right now, all that mattered what that he loved Geralt. And his beloved witcher, his dear white wolf, his revered companion, friend, lover was hurting, too. Because he hadn't been able to even imagine being worthy of the affection Jaskier gave him so readily, so freely, so effortlessly. Oh, and how much affection he had to give!

He raised his hands gently to cup his cheeks, wiping the tears away with both his thumbs and leaned into the kiss. The desperation faded away, as did the agony, to be replaced with tenderness and love. He reached for Geralt's hands to place them on his hips, whispering quietly between kisses: "It's okay, it's alright. Hold me, embrace me, I've got you." He placed a tender hand on Geralt's chest, manoeuvring them until they reached some rocks beside the creek to sit down on. He cradled his witcher into his lap, carding his fingers through his hair and kissed him, wishing that he never had to stop, hoping to pour all the unsaid words, all the undelivered confessions, all the unsung ballads (that he definitely did not have ready, no) into the slow movements of their lips.

When Geralt pulled away and leaned their foreheads against each other he was almost disappointed. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm sorry, Jaskier, I'm so sorry, I never meant- I never meant for any of this, I never meant to hurt you, to insult you, to- I just don't- I don't know how to- I want to make this good, make this good for you, and-"

"Shhhh," he made soothingly. "I know. I know, my love, my witcher, my dear heart. And I forgive you. You know I always do."

"I don't deserve-"

He pressed a finger to his lips. "No," he declared. "None of this nonsense anymore. I've yelled my throat sore trying to convince you otherwise. What else am I supposed to do to prove it?"

"Kiss me again," he begged, "A thousand times. Maybe I'll start to believe it then."

To his own surprise, Jaskier laughed. "That, my dear, I can do." He pecked him on the lips. "One," he said. "Nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine to go."

To his even bigger astonishment Geralt of Rivia, the witcher, the white wolf, smiled. Widely. "Hmm," he made. "I think I like that. Do it again?"

He did. "Two."

That earned him a quiet chuckle and a quivering sigh. "I love you," Geralt whispered. "I really do."

Jaskier smiled, too. "I know. I love you, too."

He buried his face in the crook of his neck and Jaskier's breath hitched. "I'm not good at showing it yet," Geralt said and Jaskier had to keep himself from squirming at the tickling sensation. "I'm shit at showing it. I can't promise you that I won't hurt you again. I've never done something like this before. But I will try. For you. Anything for you."

"Oh, my love," he sighed, his heart beating quicker. "And what a wonderful adventure that will be. A tale of love and woe, of-"

"-death and destiny?" Geralt interrupted him and looked at him, a sly smile on his lips. "Heroics and heartbreak?"

Jaskier gasped. "You remember!"

"Of course, I do. I never forget anything important." He opened his mouth to protest and Geralt quickly spoke: "Do you think it is a story worthy of a ballad?"

His expression went soft and his heart warmed. "No, Geralt," he said and kissed him again. "This is the stuff of an epos. In a thousand years they will still tell legends of our love. There will be novels and plays and songs, and- oh Geralt, I love you, so much it hurts."

The witcher pulled him close. “I love you, too. I love you even if I don’t show it. I love your singing, your dramatics, your fancies. I love that your hair is soft and that your body is unscarred and that your hands are always gentle. I love that you never smell of fear. And I still can’t believe any of this.”

Jaskier smiled and kissed him again. “Three,” he announced.

“Do it again?”

He laughed. “Always.” And so, he did. A thousand kisses and a thousand more. To make his witcher believe. To make his witcher stay. To love his witcher.

Because he always had. Jaskier, Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount of Lettenhove, strolling minstrel, master poet, bard loved Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher, the White Wolf, the Butcher of Blaviken since the moment he had first laid eyes on him. And now he got to show it to. Now he received love in turn. And in the end, that was all that mattered.

#geraskier #the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt/jaskier #my writing #geraskier fanfiction #geraskier ficlet #angst with a happy ending

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nuttersincorporated · 4 years ago

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Brainladdin Chapter One

Here’s Chapter One of my fanfic based on deez-art’s Brainladdin au. Please check out their art. It’s awesome!

If you haven’t read it yet, the Prologue is here and it’s now been beted (its basically the same with just the odd change of word/fixed punctuation)

Chapter One: A look into the everyday lives of Brainladdin and Wakko.

Fandoms: Animaniacs, Pinky and the Brain and Disney’s Aladdin

Word Count: 1359

Author Notes: Thank you to cawareyoudoin for betering this. Any mistakes left are my own. Here’s where the scientifically accurate version of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star is from.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a prosperous land of shining glory. ACMEbah was a city where anyone could succeed, or that was the story those in charge would like the world to believe. The truth was very, very different.

Unfortunately, the Warner-rabia Dream was a lie. While the rich got richer, the poor got poorer. The middle class was almost nonexistent and the better off working class struggled desperately to avoid falling below poverty line. A great many people were born and died in poverty, trapped in a cycle they couldn’t hope to escape.

One poor mouse dreamed of changing things. He wanted to make Warner-rabia the place it pretended to be. He knew that if he could only succeed, he could make ACMEbah a fair and happy place for everyone.

His story has been told many times but the truth has been twisted. The rebellion and anger at an unjust system were slowly removed from the tale to make it more palatable to the ruling classes. Those with the money to bring movies to the big screen could afford to decide what sort of stories got told and how, so they ripped out the heart of this story.

It is time to tell the real tale again. You should know the truth, but be warned; this story is not the one you think you know.

This is the story of Brainladdin as it really happened…

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“Run!” Brainladdin yelled at Wakko.

He sprinted, as quickly as he could, away from the exploded mess of his latest attempt to take over ACMEbah, and from the angry local citizens. Wakko didn’t run, he was much taller than Brainladdin, instead he chose to walk quickly by his side, so that they would stay together.

Someone yelled something about Brainladdin being a public menace. Brainladdin instinctively ducked right before something large flew over his head.

Wakko turned around, half planning to attack the thrower, but Brainladdin grabbed his leg, trying to drag him away. Wakko knew Brainladdin wouldn’t leave without him, so he picked up the thing that had been thrown and they continued their escape.

They didn’t slow down again until the sound of angry voices faded away. Once they were surrounded by the everyday sounds of the city, Brainladdin stopped and looked Wakko up and down quickly to make sure he hadn’t been hurt.

“Are you okay?” Brainladdin asked.

Wakko rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, Dad. I wasn’t the one who almost got hit by this.” Wakko held up the thing that had almost hit Brainladdin and he got his first good look at it. It was a huge wooden mallet, almost comical in size.

“I’m not your father,” Brainladdin said automatically but without any real conviction. Then he pointed to the wooden mallet, “You are not keeping it.”

“Oh, please Pops,” Wakko begged, all wide-eyed, innocent sweetness. “You won’t even know it’s there, honest. Look, it can fit in my bag,” Wakko pulled his bag out of a pocket that should have been too small to fit it. He somehow put the mallet inside the bag.

“I…”

“Pleeeeeease!"

“Fine!” Brainladdin said, throwing his hands in the air in defeat. “If it will keep you happy.”

Wakko grinned. “Thanks, Padre.” Wakko put the bag back in his pocket.

Brainladdin rolled his eyes at being called Dad in another language, but ignored it otherwise. “Come, Wakko, we must return to the hovel before it gets dark.”

“Why?”

“Because you need a good night's sleep before I…”

“We,” Wakko interrupted.

“… try to take over ACMEbah!” Brainladdin finished as if Wakko hadn’t spoken.

They made their way back to what could only charitably be called a house.

It was crumbling and old. In theory it was condemned but there was no date set for its demolition. In reality, it had been abandoned in the hopes it would just eventually fall down by itself. Since that hadn’t happened yet, over the years several families had ended up squatting there when they had no other available shelter.

Four families currently sheltered in the building. Brainladdin and Wakko had claimed a single room at the top as their home. It was missing half the roof, and most of the wall on the outside of the building, but it still offered more shelter and was safer than the streets.

When the two were safely back in their room, Wakko pulled out his bag out of his pocket again and started searching through it. Eventually, he pulled out one small wizened apple. Brainladdin saw the look of disappointment flicker over Wakko’s face before he could hide it. Brainladdin silently cursed himself for being so caught up in schemes that he hadn’t found time to get more food that day.

Wakko cut the apple in half and offered a piece to Brainladdin. Brainladdin shook his head. “No, no. I’m not hungry. You eat it.” His stomach chose that exact moment to rumble.

Wakko rolled his eyes, trying to push a piece into Brainladdin’s hands. “You need to eat, Pa.”

Brainladdin glared and refused to take it.

“I’m not hungry.” He turned away. Brainladdin went to his planning corner, pulled his notebook and pencil from under a loose floorboard, and started to work on another plan. He pointedly ignored the apple half Wakko put down next to him and continued to work.

Five minutes later, the apple part was still uneaten. Brainladdin threw down his pencil and turned to glare at Wakko, “It will go off if nobody eats it.”

“So eat it already.”

“I will not. I have work to do.”

“Well, I guess it’s not going to get eaten then.”

“Wakko… please. Just eat the apple.”

Wakko crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue.

Brainladdin groaned. “If I eat half of what’s left, will you please eat the other half?”

Wakko grinned and cut the apple again. “Sure thing, Dad.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not your father!” There was no real annoyance in the response. It was an automatic response.

Brainladdin took his quarter of the apple and ate it slowly as Wakko wolfed down his bit. When he was done, he turned to his notebook again and started working.

When the sun set, Wakko climbed under his thin blanket, hugging the moth-eaten teddy bear Brainladdin had given him. “Sing me a song so I can go to sleep?”

Brainladdin rolled his eyes, “If it will make you be quiet.” He walked over to Wakko’s side and sat down next to him before starting to sing,

“Twinkle Twinkle Little Star I know exactly what you are

Opaque ball of hot dense gas Million times our planet’s mass Looking small because you’re far I know exactly what you are”

Wakko yawned, his eyes drooping as Brainladdin continued to sing,

“Atmospheric turbulence Causes rays of light to bend Blurry light gives views subpar Causing twinkling little star

We see you as if in the past Light’s not infinitely fast Lookback time delays our view I know exactly what you do”

Wakko’s eyes shut and his breathing evened out. Brainladdin allowed himself a small fond smile. Then, he stood up and slipped out of their small home, secure in the knowledge that Wakko wouldn’t move before he got back.

Brainladdin made his way through the quiet night streets of ACMEbah. He headed to the richer part of the city and searched through the bins until he’d managed to gather two slightly stale loaves of bread, and a bunch of bruised bananas.

Then he headed home again, glad that he wouldn’t have to waste any more time tomorrow worrying about food.

Brainladdin checked on Wakko as soon as he was back, and was glad to see him still deep in his slumber. Brainladdin put the food down, and patted Wakko fondly in a way he never would have if Wakko was awake.

“Sleep well,” he whispered. “When I take over, I promise, you’ll never be hungry again.”

When Brainladdin turned away and went to his own bed, Wakko smiled and finally allowed himself to really fall asleep.

#brainladdin au #pinky and the brain #animaniacs #aladdin #cawareyoudoin #deez art #Wakko #The Brain #Brainladdin #my fanfics #Any comments are really appreciated #Including constructive criticism

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kanene-yaaay · 4 years ago

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Uh-Oh ~

Kanene’s note: Heya! YellowHeart!Anon talking here!!! xDDD Oh gosh, sorrey, I was nervous when I sent you the ask @oliviaischillin1204 (for absolutely no reason at all, you’re the sweetest, dear <3) and Your Precious AU that owns my heart. (first link the AU itself and second her t-fic of it).

Also, that fanfic was inspired in this scene of that manga.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belong to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides! And the AU belong to Olivia!

* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* Oneshot. Something around 1.200 words. ( This fic is litol but it’s honest work. XD). Lee!Patton (and a bit of lee!Logan) and Ler!Janus (and a bit of Ler!Patton, as well) in Human AU. Romantic Moceit.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! I didn’t proofreaded this fic AT ALL ohmygosh I’m sorrey asdfghjklkjsdfgh. We die like a men. >:D

* I will probably make a second part for this? Maybe xDD. Poderá ser traduzida num futuro próximo. Só preciso de tempo aaa. Thankys so much for reading, my lollipops!! Have a wonderful and tickly day! Yay!!

[~*~]

Patton hummed lazily, his left-hand careless combing Logan’s hair while his free hand held his phone, watching the new episode of his favorite show with subtitles on, since, by the way the his son’s soft snores filled the air and a pressure laid on his chest, Logan fell asleep in the middle of their afternoon reading.

The parental figure lowered his gaze to his baby – he could almost hear Logan saying, a determined frown on his face, that ‘I’m not a baby, I’m seven!– resting a caring kiss on his forehead, his heart feeling like he could explode from all the love and cuteness. How was he so lucky to be the father of three wonderful, precious, amazing, smart, incredible and cute beings just like Logan, Remus and Roman? He had no idea.

The sound of steps pulled him from the sea of memories which began to flow. Patton directed his gaze to his husband, who just got in the room, stretching and yawning, probably he just had gotten up after putting the twins to sleep in one of the great amounts of naps and very much likely taking some minutes to snuggle with them and rest a bit as well.

“Pictureeee!!” Patton mouthed when their eyes met, his gaze flickering between Janus and Logan, a gigantic smile splitting his face in half, using every drop of self-control to not start to bounce.

Janus snorted and rolled his eyes fondly, however doing as asked. Patton turned to kiss Logan’s forehead again, this time for posing purposes.

Then a sensation shocked all his body, a yelp almost flying from his mouth and a squirm being held in the very last second. His head shouted to Janus’ direction.

Only to see the aforementioned toothless smiling and blinking in a mix of a smug, innocent face. Patton followed slowly the length of his arm, his heart beating quickly, as if he was in a horror movie, finally resting his fingers hovering inches away from his calf, wiggling, wiggling, wiggling.

“Janus!” Patton whispered, his voice failing when the other started to mindless poke and pinch the ticklish spot, the tingles running up his body nonstop, waking up his butterflies and muffled his bubbly giggles. “N-no!”

“Shhh, honey. You don’t want to wake Logan up, right?”

Patton widened his eyes, gaze quickly changing to Logan, who contently adjusted his sleepy form on his chest, nuzzling closer. A cold shiver ran down his spine.

“Uh-oh… Looks like someone is stuck. ~”

“Janus don’t-!” His sentence was quickly cut by snort, consequently making Patton slap his hand on his mouth, pressing it as heat took over his cheeks. Janus’ grin only expanded even more, now concentrating his attack on both calves.

One hand following an unbearable pattern consisted on drawing shapes from his ankle, fast spidering all his way up - taking full advantage on the opportunity to deliver some tickly scribbling on his way – across the length of his calf until research that spot just below the back of his knee, resting there with some great scratches, feeling the barely controlled kicks resulted of his new discovering.

“Ohoho myihi. S-s-stop!!” The other hand ceased his light squeezes in order to lift his index finger before his husband’s lips, the universal sign to ‘shhhh’ just worsening the state of the thousands of bouncy giggles already protesting for freedom on his throat. However, Janus was fast to lowering his fingers, clawing closer and closer and even closer, to his immensely sensitive skin.

“You’re doing so well, dear.” The so sweet, so teasy whispered tune leaded to the red on his face crawl to his neck, some titters escaping between his firmly pressed lips and closed fingers, tingles and goosebumps racing in every single other ticklish spot left untouched. Every single nerve pleading to be able to squirm and fight the tickles off. But no! Patton determined decided! Above his ticklishness he was a father! A dad! The peaceful nap of his loved kiddo would not be interrupted! He is going to be strong! “What if we play a game?”

He was going to die.

Patton shook his head and free hand, trying to get rid of the excited built energy, while not trusting in the slightest in his voice. Janus sticks resolute even under the glare of his so powerful Puppy Eyes, a dangerous gleam on his expression.

“It’s very, very easy, you see. Actually, I’m absolutely sure you will be…” He lightly tased his husband’s left calf, calmly resting his hand on the other. “Shocked at how much easy it is to win this game.”

The teasing, the tickles, the pun… Patton controlled the sea of squeals, using every piece of will to not break, silent snorts slipping from his cracks. Janus just leaned closer, being sure his breath tickled any and every inch of the so poor, so sad ticklish ears.

“The game is called: How much time can Pattycake endure before becoming a blushed mess of laughter?”

Patton felt his fingers prepare themselves, slightly folding as pressured multiple spots on both of his calves. “No, no! Not this, Janus!” He desperately pleaded, already giggling, already feeling Janus get ready to attack. “Love, love! You know I can’t stand-” His breath hitched, full laughter filling the room.

But it wasn’t his.

“Daddy is so red!!”

Everything stopped.

Patton traveled his watery glare, all the bubbly, squeaky giggled he had trapped now taking the opportunity to run away, between his son and husband. Logan and Janus, again, again, back and forth, back and forth.

The only adult up quick recomposed himself, the fate he would have if not controlled the situation making a wobbly piece of smile took over his features. He stared his partner dead on his eyes.

“I’ll help you to get Logan back. You know how adorably squeaky he gets when we both tickle his neck.”

“No!!” Logan jolted upright, betrayal painting his words. Big eyes looking at Patton – and his evil grin – when the other fixed his gaze on him. “It was Papa’s idea!!!”

The adult with glasses askew turned towards Janus.

“Logan’s. Giggles.”

“He was the one tickling you! He was being so mean!”

“I will make your favorite spaghetti for dinner.”

“I will learn how to cook! I can get your phone and see some videos and follow them you know I’m good at following insti-tituctions and you will only need to turn on the oven for me because you said fire is dangerous and-and then I can get a chair to climb on it and use the balcony I know I’m not the best at climbing trees and I almost fell but I won’t fall this time ‘cause I am good at climbing chairs and then I will make the best spaghetti ever and I can make it every every day just like you also cook food for me every day and I will also clean the dis-ches and eat everything on my plate even the greenies and-No!! Daddy!!” Logan knew he lost when his dad’s arms began to hug him from behind, not being bothered for how much he squirmed as his back was gently pressed on Patton’s chest, fingers worming their way under his shirt. “No, daddy! No! Not fair! Nohohohot fahaha!! Pahahahapa!!”

Janus was quick to follow, sitting on the couch and delivering a noisy raspberry on the boy’s neck, happily hearing his laughter get louder in a mix of crackles and squeals. Patton added to his attack butterfly kisses behind his ticklish ears, each one accompanied by an exaggerated ‘Mwua!’

“Mwua! Mwua!!” He nibbled a bit the tickle spot, conquering belly laughter from his sweet revenge, managing to whisper quietly enough so only his baby heard their future plan. “We will get Papa right before the dinner, okay Logie-bear? Mwua! Mwua!”

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crystalangelluna · 4 years ago

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Wish It Didn’t End This Way Part 2/2

Daminette angst story:

The last part to WIDETW this is my first angst fanfic. I hope you like it.

Comments and feedback are highly appreciated.

Part 1/2 Part 2/2(here) Ao3

(Mari's POV)

I had just arrived at the league base when Talia and her assassins greeted me.

"Greetings Great Guardian, I'm honored that you would consider my proposal. You must be exhausted from making that journey. Would you like to join us for dinner, the food is already served."

"Thank you for your hospitality, I would be honored to join you, Talia." I bowed, it was a sign of respect in the temple.

I followed her to a dining area, the food looked delicious!!

I was enjoying the food when she asked an uncomfortable question.

"So tell me, Guardian, what made you finally accept my agreement?"

I stared at, my face held no emotion. Even if it didn't represent what I truly felt, no matter my duties come first. No one cared for me anymore, I lost everybody I loved in different ways. This most painful was when Damian thought I lied to him. That I had used him, that I betrayed him.

"I realized that my people come first. My duties come first, nothing else. There isn't another reason why my life is useful instead of my duties. I drank my wine, and I suddenly began to feel dizzy.

I began to lose consciousness, that thing I saw was Talia smiling creepily before saying,

"It looks like you do have one more purpose, Guardian."

Then I saw black.

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I regained consciousness, I looked around at my surroundings and saw that I was in a type of dungeon. My hands and feet were tied by chains. Then it hit me like a truck, Talia did this she frickin locked me up in a dungeon.

That backstabbing traitor, out of instinct I touched my ears, there were no earrings attached to the ears.

Oh sh**

She has Tikki and the…

ENTIRE F**KING MIRACLE BOX.

“Look who finally woke up, did you sleep well Guardian?” That bi**h asked me.

“What the heck do you want from me, I thought we were going to do a peace offering between the Order of The Miraculous and the League of the Assassins?” I glared at her.

“ This is the offering, we leave your people in peace, for only 2 conditions.”

“What would they be?” I growled at her, she began laughing.

“Getting Damian to try to rescue you and taking back what belongs to us, the miracle box!!”

“Damian won’t even come so that is pointless, and I will never surrender the miracle box,” I exclaimed, trying to sound brave, but in reality, I was drowning in fear.

“It’s too late, Damian is already on his way to, and if you haven’t noticed we possess the miracle box now.”

“Why do you even want to wait for Damian to try to save me?!?!”

“I want to see him suffer and realize why he never should become soft.” She grinned

She signaled to the guards to come over.

“Take her to the torture chamber!!!”

Before I could do anything, they gagged me, and once again I was knocked out.

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(3rd POV Earlier)

Damian was a mess, he “found out” earlier that his best friend was working with his mother. And not only that but that everything they had and he hoped would become was all fake. He didn’t leave his room for the majority of the day.

Everyone was worried about him but no one had confronted it. He was painting, trying to get his mind away from the current situation when suddenly a letter next to him.

He opened it curiously and was wary of why it had appeared. He was mortified by what he saw.

It was a picture of Marinette knocked out, chains around her hands and feet restraining her from leaving, in a dungeon.

He read the letter:

Damian,

If you're reading this that means you know who she is, am I right.

If you want to save her, you should hurry. Time is ticking, you know where to find us, come along. Before it’s too late.

~Talia

He dropped what he was holding and ran frantically to the bat cave. He changed into his vigilante uniform and headed to the bat-jet.

“DAMIAN WAYNE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING in the ?!?!” Asked an angry Bruce

Damian didn't want to deal with his crap so he quickly answered with,

“ I don’t have time for this father, I have to save someone before i-it’s too late!!”

He then left, trying desperately to reach Mari before it was too late.

(Time skip)

As Damian landed at the base he quickly ran inside the temple. Fighting the assassins while trying to find Marinette.

He reached the room where the rest of the league was, then he saw her. He froze

She was restrained against chains around her hands, legs, and neck. She was kneeling in front of everyone while looking down. She had bruises all over her body, broken bones, and large cuts. Talia was standing next to her with a jewelry box.

“Glad you could make it Damian, now let the ceremony begin!!!” He was frozen for a long time because the assassins had him captured and tied.

Marinette upon hearing Damian's name looked up. With her swollen eyes, she saw him tied up and captured yet he was still looking at her.

“Damian, Marinette has been keeping some secrets hidden from you. For example, she knew your identity all along. And it gets better, not only is she Marinette but she is also Ladybug AND the Guardian of the Miraculous. You thought she was working for me didn’t you, what you didn’t know was that those files you saw were about the peace offering between the Order of the Miraculous and the League of Assassins.” She stated, grinning.

Damian stood there frozen, he had jumped to conclusions before listening to Marinette. And she was also the hero that he got along with the most during his missions meaning Marinette never betrayed him. Meanwhile, Marinette was crying silent tears, she never thought that the secrets were going to be exposed like this. Especially when she wanted to tell Damian someday.

“Thank you, Damian, the League can now rule the world because of YOUR mistake! You can watch as everything falls apart!!” She then took out a hidden dagger that was in her pocket.

“Any last words Guardian?!?!” She smiled wickedly.

“ Da- Damian I-I forgive yo-you, I-I’m sorry. I lo-love y-you.”

She quickly whispered under her breath “ I, Marinette Dupain Cheng hereby relinquish the Miracle Box, and name Damian Wayne the new Guardian!”

A second later, Talia had used the dagger and stabbed Marinette in the heart.

(I’m sorry mon amour) were Marinette's last thoughts before darkness filled her vision.

Damian enraged got up and broke free. Before anyone could react a bright light filled the room. The miracle box in Talia’s hands floated and cast a bright white light. The miracle box changed different forms, instead of a type of ladybug featured egg box it became a rectangle box with robin’s colors. The box landed in Damian’s hands.

Driven by anger he used the black cat miraculous and transformed. He knew about the miraculous and its power by ladybug or should he say Marinette.

He called out ”cataclysm” and touched the floor. The sadness and anger only fueled his powers and it caused him to cataclysm the whole league along with everyone and everything but Marinette, himself, and the miracle box.

Everything turned to dust but he didn’t pay attention because he ran to the body of his now-dead best friend and crush. He screamed and cried, releasing everything he felt while holding her close to him. He sobbed uncontrollably because he had lost the only person in his life he had ever loved more than anything.

He had transformed, and Plagg was looking at the scenery with tears in his eye. Not wanting to see it anymore he went inside the miracle box and told his fellow kwamis the news.

Marinette had left the world too soon, she had left the only person who she loved deeply. Broken, alone, and with a handful of little creatures who he needed to protect with his life.

Without guidance, knowledge, and the love of his life.

The End

(Did I make anyone cry?)

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eivandes · 4 years ago

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I Want You ( Ethan x F!MC x Tobias)

Hello everyone!! 🤓 I'm so excited to share with you guys my first ever fanfic. It feels not real but here I am. I hope you enjoy it! 😇

(English is not my first language, so please try to ignore all the grammatical mistakes I made.)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Elena Ellsworth) x Tobias Carrick

Summary: After Elena learns that Tobias doesn't have any intentions of working with Ethan on their parternsip plan, she decides to talk to him to change his mind. But Tobias has other plans stored for her.

( it takes place after the funeral when Elena's still trying to adjust her life and when Tobias catching feelings for her )

Word Count: 4300+ 🙈 (oh boy!)

When Elena opened her eyes in the morning, she noticed that the sky was finally clear. The rain had stopped, but the air was still cold as ice. She clutched the blanket under her chin and shivered involuntarily. With evey other day, It was getting harder and harder to persuade herself to get out of bed. It was exhausting to see the horrible events that she had experienced recently in her nightmares. Over and over again, tormenting her in her sleep.

Most of the time, when she was around her friends she was pretending to be okay and trying to be normal. But her heart was still heavy with the grief she felt for Danny and Bobby. She dashed the tears from her eyes with her shirtsleeve. Once again, the tears came without a warning, before she even realized that she was crying. Elena was overwhelmed by the burden of getting a second chance in life; while her friends were not given this chance...

She rolled in the bed and grabbed her phone lying on the nightstand. She was surprised to see two texts from Ethan. She swallowed down a surge of excitement and started to read it.

I talked to Tobias, about forming a potential partnership between Edenbrook and Mass Kenmore to be able to overcome the budget cuts. He cut short and told me that he was neither interested in with our plan nor with working together. But I had assumed that he would react this way, as he is well aware that I’m on the board.

The second message was short,

I’m sorry, Elena. We will find another way, I promise.

The darkness, that emptiness that has been covering her for days, gave way to a simmering anger. Her knuckles turned to white as she squeezed the phone in her hand. She was angry for what she’s been through, angry for feeling so weak and powerless, and she was angry with herself for admitting the defeat so easily.

‘‘Not this time.’‘ she murmured to herself as she climbed out of the bed. She took a quick shower and put on a nice sweater without even thinking. She let her rage lead her. She was ready to change the rules of this game.

* * *

The front doors of Mass Kenmore came into view. She stepped into the bright, well-furnished lobby and before she could appreciate the heat inside, Elena was instantly stopped by a familiar face.

‘’You are not allowed to enter this hospital, Ma’am.’’ His words were full of detest. ‘’Or should I call you so-called Dr.Joan Smith?’’

Oh crap! she thought. He was the same security. She’d totally forgot how they ran out of this place with Baz while Ethan waiting them outside, in the getaway car. She evaluated her options. She thought honesty was her best shot.

‘’I’m so sorry for the mayhem we created last time but I swear, I’m here today just to talk-’’

‘‘ Your apology doesn’t mean anything! I was almost losing my job because of you and the company you brought. ’‘ He was still blocking the road. She felt the anger burning through her veins again. But she decided to stay reasonable.

‘’ If you could just call Dr. Carrick and give him my name I’m sure-’’

‘’No!’’ he was spitting feathers. in a flash he clenched Elena’s arm hard and tried to shove her out of the entrance. She didn’t even have the time to protest.

Then she heard his slightly hoarse voice. ‘’ Let her go.’’

When she turned, Elena was expecting to meet Tobias’ usual wry smile but his expression was grave. He was not looking at her, instead he was studying the scene unfolding before him in silence. He clenched his teeth as he glared at the security's clasped hand on Elena's arm. Security’s face fell at those words. But he kept his firm hold.

‘’ But Dr. Carrick, you told me to-’’

‘’ I’m telling you to let her go.’’ Came the gruff reply. His gaze was stern. The man gave in and reluctantly released his hand. Elena instantly withdrew her arm and turned to Tobias, trying to look defiant. Her voice a little higher then she had intended and said,

‘’ It appears that as a hospital, your hospitality only got better since the last time I was here.’’ Before he focused on her, Tobias stared at the security’s unimpressed expression for a few second. Then he visibly softened and put a lazy smile on his face when their eyes met.

‘’So you do remember the last time you were here,huh? We decided to take some precautions after the little stunt you and Ramsey pulled.’’ Elena rolled her eyes. He gestured to the security inattentively with his hand to make him get back to his work.

‘’You mean you decided?’’ she said in disbelief. ‘’ I didn’t realize you find me so intimidating.’’

His playful grin lighted up his whole face. He got closer to Elena and stop right in front of her. He leaned slightly to her ear and whispered with his scratchy voice,

‘’ You would be surprised, Ellsworth.’’ Elena tried to ignore his piercing hazel eyes and the chill she felt in her spine. The air around her filled with the punget smell of his cologne, playing with her senses. She felt like she had no energy left to deal with him right now, but again, she kept her head held high. Took a step back and scowled at him.

‘’I’m not here to play your games. I came to talk to you.’’ she said with determined and fiery eyes. He snorted.

‘’Yeah, I can tell. It's clear that you're not here to offer your gratitude after all.’’For a split second Elena looked puzzled, not getting his point. He chuckled softly at Elena’s bemused expression and added,

‘’You know, I’m talking about this whole ‘I’m dying Tobias, come and save me’ story. Which for the record, I did.’’

Elena let out a humorless laugh. ‘’ It looks like you and I remember that story quite differently.’’ But then she didn't give Tobias a chance to talk in return, she continued with a bored expression.

‘’Enough with the chit-chat. Don’t waste my time if you’re not going to hear me out, Tobias.’’ He looked her over with an unreadable, incomprehensible glare. Lost in her lustrous eyes for a while then he said,

‘’I know exactly why you’re here, Ellsworth. But let’s continue this conversation in somewhere private.’’ He looked around. His penetrating eyes spotting the faces nearby and added,

‘’ away from prying eyes.’’ Elena was surprised to see a few onlookers, trying to stand close, hoping to catch a few words. She hadn’t realized they were causing a scene.

‘’Alright.’’ she said quietly.

He led her towards the elevator. She felt lighter for the first time since this morning, feeling like this can still be turned around after all. Tobias pressed the button to call the elevator. Standing close to her, giving her quick glances, watching her every move. But Elena wasn’t paying attention. A few seconds later, she spoke in a tentative manner to break the silence.

‘’You agreed to talk. Does that mean you’re going to collaborate on our project?’’ He crossed his arms in response, his unfailing smirk returned to his face again.

‘’Depends on how persuasive you can be, Ellsworth.’’ She tried to stifle a giggle and failed.

‘’ Consider yourself convinced then.’’

Tobias swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down when he heard her soft and light-hearted chuckle. Angry with himself, he immediately looked away. He muttered under his breath,

‘’We will see.’’ To his luck, elevator’s door slid open right after this. They got on the empty elevator together. He pressed the button 8 with his knuckle, the door closed and now they were alone under the soft lights of the elevator’s small cabin. The silence was deafening once more. Elena was biting her lip absent-mindedly, lost in thought. As for the Tobias... He was watching her intently, his face was taut. The tension between them was crackling, almost audible. His gaze roamed over her body again but this time Elena noticed his lingering gaze on her. She narrowed her eyes and looked at him without turning her head.

‘’ Why are you staring at me?’’ she inquired. Her voice stone cold. But his face betrayed no emotion. He looked right into her eyes, afterwards a mysterious smile spread from the corners of his mouth.

‘’It's just... nice to see you in one piece, Ellsworth.’’ Elena turned toward him. Her beautiful face was illuminated by the lights, her eyes sparkling like distant stars. She was surprised to see his own eyes were free from any pretence or deceit. She gave a long sigh, because despite the image, she felt utterly shattered inside. It was like being broken into thousands of pieces and Tobias just seemed to get how desperate she was. Lost for words, she held his gaze as if she saw him for the first time. Tobias had to look away from her intense eyes and cleared his throat as the elevator stopped. He walked out of it first without saying a word. Elena slightly lurched before pacing after him.

He stopped in front of a white, panel door and let Elena in. It was a warm and plainly decorated room. The sun was visible through the windows, facing right at the city. She made herself comfortable on the sofa. Took off her coat. To her amazement, instead of sitting on his chair behind the desk, Tobias took the sofa opposite. He appeared as if that awkward moment in the elevator never happened. he sat with his legs crossed.

‘’So, Ellsworth I'm all ears. What are you offering?’’ he asked. His hazel eyes shone like polished stones under the sunlight but they were rather distant.

‘’I'm offering a way out.’’ said Elena calmly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

‘’ In order to stave off the worst effects of the budget cuts Edenbrook and Mass Ken needs each other. If you agree with working together we will-’’

‘’ I already know all the details. Ramsey enlightened me earlier with his unusual phone call.’’ He smirked mischievously.

‘’I’m still waiting to be convinced though, Ellsworth.’’ He finished his sentence as if it was a question. Elena fixed him with a level and unfaltering gaze. Keep your cool, she reminded to herself and made another attempt.

‘’ You know it will be lucrative for both sides.’’ This time, he just yawned annoyingly. She took no notice of his frantic gestures and continued,

‘’It’s not any different from deciding to treat high profile cases. Don’t forget it’s still about saving your hospital. Even if that means you will be working side by side with... with Ethan.’’

He straightened in his seat and leaned mildly forward, sneering at her.

‘’What if I hate his guts and try to avoid him at all costs? Then what would you give,’’ He paused, his eyes fixed on Elena’s soft lips. ‘’to persuade me to work with him, Elena? ’’ He finished his sentence in a slightly hoarse tone. A peculiar feeling settled in her stomach when she heard her name from his mouth for the first time.

She tried to control her temper. It was clear that he was trying to turn this into a big show. She decided not to play by his rules. Elena also leaned forward, mimicking Tobias. She looked up and down with her arresting eyes before she spoke.

‘’Do I really have to remind you that both of you are adults and professionals? You can easily separate your personal life from work.’’ He just checked his watch, undisturbed.

‘’Have you finished? I have patients to check.’’

‘’ You’re not even listening!’’

‘’Because you're not saying anything worth listening to.’’

This time Elena started to feel like she’s out of her senses. For real.

‘’Stop being an asshole, Carrick!’’ She yelled hysterically, running her fingers through her hair furiously. ‘’You’ve already showed you are capable of working together under pressure. To save me and Raf, remember!?’’ He just smiled smugly.

‘’Did you really think I would change my mind if you called me an asshole?’’

‘’ Oh, believe me I’m thinking of calling you things much worse than that!’’

He visibly tried to contain his laughter but couldn’t stop himself.

‘’Jeez, Ellsworth! I forgot how feisty you are.’’

‘’It’s not funny.’’

He smiled crookedly as he studied her. She was still glaring at him furiously.

‘’Stop looking at me like that. I’ve already implied I find you intimidating. I don’t need further proof.’’

Elena ignored his words and watched the city outside of the window, trying to control her ragged breathing. She felt weak, powerless again. Suddenly missing Ethan; his comforting arms around her body. She understood why Ethan had hesitated to call him in the first place. Tobias was definitely hard to handle.

A few seconds later he got up and poured a glass of water for her.

‘’Okay, timeout.’’ His voice was almost apologetic. ‘’ You might need this for round two.’’

She didn’t take the glass and remained silent. With a long sigh, he put the glass on the coffee table and sat back. He laced his fingers under his chin, gazing her steadily.

‘’ Let’s choose a different path. Since you suck at being persuasive big time I’m going to offer you an alternative. It’s totally up to you, whether you accept it, or not.’’ Elena was sceptical.

‘’ What do you want?’’she asked, eyeing him suspiciously. Tobias looked solemn. His deep-set hazel eyes never leaving hers and said,

‘’ I want you.’’ Unable to speak, she just gaped at him for a second.

‘’ WHAT?!’’

‘’ If you want me to agree with your project, you’re going to start working here and you will complete your residency at Mass Kenmore.’’ She stopped dead in her tracks.

‘’There’s no way in hell I’m doing that!’’

‘’If you’re worried about your spot on the diagnostics team, don’t. You will have a place in my team, me as your boss obviously, with considerably better privileges and-’’

‘’Are you serious right now?!’’ Elena spilled the water on the table when she got on her feet in a flash.

‘’Yes, I am.’’ said Tobias in a toneless way. ‘’ It’s your decision, Ellsworth. I’ve already stated that. A decision that might change everything.’’ She was in a towering rage.

‘’Stop playing your stupid mind games on me! Tell me, are you doing this just to punish Ethan?’’

His eyes glinted in the light ‘’Does it matter?’’

‘’Yes, it does. I won’t let you hurt him like this. My answer is NO!’’

Tobias didn’t look convinced.

‘’Before you give an answer ask yourself how bad you want to save your hospital. What you are you willing to sacrifice on this road. First and foremost, it will be lucrative for both sides.’’

‘’ SHUT UP!’’ She snapped at him and started to pace in the room with her palms pressed on her temples. Tobias leaned back in his seat, lips curling up into a small smirk. But he couldn’t tear his eyes from her.

It’s too much, Elena thought. It is all too much! The voices in her head were too loud that she needed a few minutes to let everything sink in while he was waiting patiently.

She wanted this partnership because she believed this was the only way. Only way to save Edenbrook. She was even ready to lose her job for this, that was what she had told Ethan and Aurora back at the Memorial service. Why was this any different? Why she just couldn’t bring herself to say yes? What would happen if she refused his offer?

Elena closed her eyes for a brief time. She thought about Ethan. He would never let her do this, let her go. Not after been waiting for so long to be together. She thought about Edenbrook and how special it felt to her; a home beyond question. And she thought about her friends. How her friends were always with her when she was down. All the things they’ve been through...

Then she finally returned to her seat with a cold expression on her face and said,

‘’ Give me some time to think.’’ her voice even colder.

‘’ No.‘’ He was dead serious. ‘’As soon as you walk out this door, you will lose your chance to take my deal.’’ Elena didn’t show her true colors. Deep down she already knew she made her decision but she was afraid of it to slip out of her mouth. She was afraid of saying out loud.

‘’Call Ethan and tell him that you changed your mind.’’she said, after a minute or two. Tobias raised his eyebrows, his eyes wide.

‘’So you’re saying yes?’’ he asked tentatively. Elena was quick to reply.

‘’Yeah, I’m transferring to Mass Kenmore. But call him now. I want to make sure you don’t play a trick on me.’’ Tobias’ honey-colored eyes sparkled. He grinned like a Cheshire cat.

‘’Oh,harsh! I'd better act like I didn't hear it.’’She only glowered at him, Her words like a threat when she warned him.

‘’ Don’t say a word about our agreement. I want to tell him myself.’’ He winked at her as he took his phone out of his pocket.

‘’Fair enough.’’

‘’And turn the speaker on.’’

‘’So demanding.’’ he said seductively. he found his name from the contact list and hit the call button.

‘’I knew you would make the right choice,Ellsworth.’’ he said, whispering.

‘’Give it a rest for God’s sake!’’ Elena snapped. He pressed his lips together to not laugh. Ethan Picked up the phone after four rings. Her heart sank when she heard his voice.

‘’What do you want?’’ Ethan’s voice was distant through the speaker.

‘’Straight to the point, I see.’’

‘’As you’re well aware, I'm actually on the clock right now and I have no time or patience or willingness to deal with you.’’

‘’Then it’s a relief Ramsey, that our feelings are absolutely mutual.’’ Ethan let out a long sigh. Elena pictured him in his office, pinching the bridge of his nose.

‘’Just state the purpose of the call,Tobias.’’

Tobias looked at Elena and she nodded in an agreement.

‘’I’m in. I accept your offer about the partnership.’’ Ethan trailed off for a second.

“What changed your mind?” he sounded cynical. Tobias gazed at Elena with fire in his eyes. A dark and unreadable expression passed through his face.

‘’I realized that this deal is more profitable for me than I thought.’’ His eyes shifted to her lips, lingered there, than to her eyes again. ‘’ I realized that this is all I want, all I need.’’ Elena didn’t catch what Tobias just implied. All she could hear was her own heartbeat. It was beating like a drum.

Ethan kept his silence.

‘’ I didn’t expect you to be so... passionate about saving your hospital.’’ he said flatly.

‘’ I am. I want to make myself useful. Just like you are doing this just to make Elena happy.’’ she shook her head in disbelief and raised to her feet again, this time with panic and she put a finger on her mouth to make him stop talking. Then they heard Ethan’s next words from the phone.

‘’ You’re overstepping the mark, Tobias.’’ His voice was low and terrifying. Upon this, Tobias also got up and pace towards Elena. She gave another signal to hang up the phone. Tobias was clearly having a blast didn’t do such a thing.

‘’Whatever you say, Ramsey. Ah, by the way, she sends her regards.’’

‘’What?! Is Elena with you...-’’ He hanged up the phone. Elena was in a total shock.

‘’What the hell was that?!’’ He was enjoying the pure astonishment on her face. They were standing so close together.

‘’Relax, I didn't say a word about our little agreement Elena.’’ he said, as if he didn’t cause anything bad.

‘’You’ve done worse than that! How long do you think it will take him to figure out what's going on?’’ Elena’s phone rang right after she finished her sentence. She was afraid to look who’s calling. She was afraid to make explanations. Things got so far, she thought. Tobias grinned at her wickedly.

‘’ It appears not that long.’’

She grabbed her phone from her coat with shaky hands and she got a lump in hear throat as she read the name on the screen. It was him.

The anger was bobbling inside her. She blew a fuse when she charged toward Tobias, pushed his chest with all her might but he didn’t even move.

‘’I've never hated anyone before, more than I hated you!’’ He beamed at her with a playful grin.

‘’ At least you’re feeling something.’’ he reached out to touch her hair but she shoved his hand.

‘’Don’t you dare touch me you little bast-’’ In a instant, he snatched her arm and he pulled her closer towards him until their lips were almost touching.

‘’Don’t forget, I still will be remembering these little cute things you say about me when I’m actually your boss, Ellsworth.’’ He put a dangerous smile on his face, as he took in all the small details of the beautiful face right in front of him.

‘’ Let me go!!’’ Elena tried to get away from him. He released her and sat to his chair behind the desk.

‘’We’re going to have so much fun together.’’ Elena grabbed her coat and bag from the sofa in a hurry.

‘’ GO. TO. HELL Carrick!! You’re much needed there.’’ She left the room, slamming the door behind her but that couldn't stop her from hearing his mischievous laughter.

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Her phone rang again. Tears started fill her eyes as she saw it was Ethan. She waited until she was out of the building to pick the phone.

‘’ELENA?! Thank goodness! I was worried sick. Where the hell are you? Are you okay?’’ It was enough for her to give in, hearing his voice again. She felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t say a word.

‘’ Elena please say something.’’ He sounded as if he was in a state of hopeless despair.

’’Tobias implied that you’re with him, I was just coming to your house to check you. He’s not answering my calls-.’’

‘’ Ethan.’’ she interrupted him.

‘’ What is it, Elena? Just tell me what you need.’’

‘’I... I did something.’’ There was no escape from the mess she made now. ‘’Something probably bad.’’

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stvlti · 4 years ago

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2020 Creator Wrap

I was tagged by @irolltwenties to do the 2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works tag! Thank you, lovely (*˘ ε ˘*)

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Before I begin, let me just tag some friends:

@reaperlight @3dnygma @drowthelynes @transdankovsky @fantomn @lawliyeeeet @dressed-to-keehl @setfa @0akdown @reidsnor @clubolive @mermaides

No pressure, but it would be fun if you guys share some of your works this year ( ˘︶˘ ) let’s see those fics and edits and artworks!! Get the clicks and views y’all deserve 💕 💕

And now, onwards to my 2020 Favorite Works List!

I didn’t write nearly as much as some of you guys did. And though I did exceed my goal of putting out 1 fic per month, I don’t have 5 solid ones I’m proud of. So I’ll just list 4 fics here:

01 // Growing Pains

I’ve always been very nervous about reccing this one, because it broaches a topic that I don’t really have a right to claim? I’m not transgender myself, but I simply adore the trans Dick Grayson headcanon so much it singlehandedly brought me back to the DC fandom and restarted my fanfic-writing habit for 2020 😂😂 plus the writing quality isn’t half bad, and I still really like the idea/metaphor this little story started with and grew from.

Fave moment (besides the obvious):

"Ka-Pow!!" The boy ventriloquised. Lego Robin sailed through the air in his fingers. One stubby, outstretched leg made contact with a Lego henchman, knocking all the surrounding baddies over like bowling pins. "Sorry Mr. Bad Guys, guess it's way past your bedtime too!"

"Good job, Robin." The boy lowered his prepubescent voice and tried to affect Batman's gravelly timbre as much as possible. In his other hand, he walked Lego Batman across the floor of the crime scene. "How about we round them up and leave it for the Commish? It's getting quite late."

"Oh oh! Can I have cookies on the ride back?"

The boy swivelled Lego Batman's grinning face around. "I don't see why not."

Another night out in Lego Gotham City, another day saved by the Dynamic Duo. This called for a celebration indeed. The boy set the pair of heroes down by the Lego Batmobile and reached over to his own plate of Alfred's after-school chocolate chip cookies. He took his sweet time with the last piece, savouring each bite, sighing at the way it melted on his tongue.

02 // Transference

This is my best-performing fic in terms of the kudos to hits ratio, so I feel validated in being proud of this one :’) It’s a pretty good marker of the distances I’ve covered since getting serious about reading the comic source material end of 2019, as you can see from the much broader and varied cast of characters I focused on for this story. It also definitely cemented - to me, at least - the fact that I can write action scenes. When I went into “Second Chances” (a fem Jay fic) earlier this year, I was so nervous about writing the action sequence there, because I’ve never written a serious action scene up until that point! To me, this fic definitely showcases the growth I’ve experienced as a writer this year ^_^

Fave moment: (CONTAINS SPOILERS, PLEASE READ THE FIC FIRST IF YOU HAVEN’T!)

When the trio return, Ivy takes her place at the meeting table with a severe expression on her face. She chooses her words carefully, when she speaks. "The odds aren't pretty. We just accepted 100 refugees over the weekend, and the Green is still repairing itself after last week's attack."

Rose exchanges a glance with Jason. He gives her hand a reassuring squeeze, though he's not looking any better than she feels.

"But, each and everyone of us stayed behind to defend the Garden, because we all believed in giving a sanctuary for the civilian survivors out there.

"So bring them here. I'll take them in."

No sooner has Ivy finished the sentence, than Zatanna and Constantine have fired up their teleportation portal, and Harley's cheerful "Good luck!" is lost to the mad dash off to the rescue mission. The rest of the Shadowpact scramble after Rose as she launches herself through the portal—

—and slams into Arsenal, pushing him out of the way seconds before a meteoric explosion of green fire incinerates the very spot he'd been standing in.

03 // Paying It Forward

This one is important to me if only for the reason that it’s the first time I’ve written character dialogues that flowed. And I didn’t even need to plan them out meticulously beforehand! Do you know how rare that is for me as an ESL writer? Dialogues have been the bane of my existence since I started writing as a wee teen. Luckily, the Titans TV show has some solid character dynamics for me to fall back on. And from there I started reading NTT era Dick & Donna, and I just fell in love with their friendship. And now, I can turn to this fic as proof I still got it whenever I doubt my abilities as a writer c:

Fave moment:

Dick glanced at her, eyebrows raised. "She ran out on you?"

"No, no, we never really... I don't think it counts as running away if it never led to anything more."

"But you wanted it to be more." Dick paused, taking in Donna's silence, which would've fooled anyone else but him. "You still want it."

"I-- yeah." Donna sighed and held her hands up as if to say you caught me. "I'm... Sorry? For stealing your girl?"

Dick laughed, bemused. "She was never mine. She knew what she wanted, what she needed - and I wasn't in the right place to give her that."

"And you? You think I'm what she needs?"

"Better you than me. You're Donna Troy. Older, smarter, prettier..."

Donna gave him a deadpan stare.

"... And you know who you want to be. She likes that in a partner. I'm still figuring that one out for myself." Dick stretched his arms up and then leaned back into his seat, lacing his fingers behind his head as he stared up into the ceiling.

04 // When I'm down on my knees, you're how I pray

I’m including this one just to showcase I got the range, babey. And honestly, the fact that I was able to write this fic and actually receive positive reviews for it was a surprise to me too!! This was the first time I ever attempted to write a real darkfic with dead dove subject matters, and I managed to nail the emotional manipulation, somehow ;__; It was a real learning experience too, learnt so much about Catholicism just to write about Dick’s guilt issues in an AU setting nobody asked for 🤡

Fave moment: (dead dove warnings apply)

"Not at all, Richard," Roman said. The boy would come to him, eventually. "Now, it's getting late. If that's all, I'll have Jason fetch your room keys. Seven Hail Mary's before bed, and think about everything we've just discussed. Tomorrow we'll do a proper debriefing."

"I... Okay." For a moment, Dick sounded like he had more to say. Instead, Roman heard a muffled sniffle, one that Dick likely tried to disguise with a hand over his mouth. Silly boy.

"Thank you again, Father," Dick said, after a beat.

"All in a day's work, my child." Roman unlatched the door and stepped out of the booth. He nodded at Dick as the younger man ambled out of the booth after him. "Goodnight now, Richard."

As he set off for the living quarters, Dick called out. "Wait!"

Roman turned around, inclining his head.

"Will you stay?" The candlelight chased shadows away from Dick's face, and for one glorious moment, Roman could see the depth of the desperation shining in Dick's blue eyes.

"Guide me through my prayers. Please."

Roman smiled.

Oh did you think I was done? 😂 It did say Favourite Works and not just Favourite Fics, so I gotta include this one on the list too:

05 // 2020 Jason Todd Birthday edit

I said Robin Jason deserves better and I meant it! 👏👏 This edit took me 12 hours and 67 layers ‘cause I made a mistake on like my 8th hour into the editing process o__o but it ended up being my most popular serious graphic edit, so it was worth it. I guess!

I mean the likes to reblog ratio is still fucked but hey, I broke 1k, which is more than I can say for any of my other edits

#tag meme #writerly things #long post #writerly tag

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falloutfangrell · 5 years ago

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In that case (if nsfw is alright with you) can you write some fluffy smut for (pre or post blind betrayal- whichever is easiest) paladin danse x f!SoSu where she’s comforting him ( maybe a ptsd episode or just something along those lines if it’s not too much) thank you so much!!

Sole and Danse were on their way back to Sanctuary from clearing a building of synths when the yellow tinted clouds began to form overhead.

“Damn it, we’re going to have to stop for the night” Sole said, taking a moment to look at the map on her pip boy for somewhere close.

Before Danse could even work out a reply, the irradiated rain began to fall, soaking them within seconds.

“Crap, come on, in here” Sole shouted, voice muffled by the roaring of the storm, as she pointed towards an old cargo truck. Thankful that he wasn’t currently in a full suit of power armour that would take up too much space in the small truck, Danse hurriedly followed Soles movements, lifting the shutter and clambering into the back of the truck after her.

A few moments passed while their eyes adjusted and Sole dug around in her rucksack for something. Danse could vaguely make out her white buttoned shirt clinging to her gorgeous form from being saturated. Damnit he wished his mind didn’t wander to the gutter so much around her. “Ah ha” She held up a small candle and flip lighter. The rain began to ease slightly, just enough so the hammering on the tin roof wasn’t as deafening, and they could talk at a comfortable level. Not that they’d be doing much talking. Danse had barely said a word since everything happened, unsure on how to move forward.

“Hey, you alright? Here.” She said, breaking his train of thought as she tossed him a rad away and began injecting her own. Danse sighed and set down his pack, then his sleeping bag to sit on, and finally got comfortable and administered his own rad away. Silence fell between them, tension so thick in the air you’d be able to cut it with a knife.

“Danse..” Sole began. He looked up at her, knowing what conversation was coming, his eyes full of what could only be described as shame.

“Please, Sole, I just...” he stopped, putting his head in his hands, building up the courage to say everything that’s been gnawing at him for days. “I don’t know what I am anymore, I’m the very thing I swore to destroy, and yet you won’t let me do that. I’ve lost my home, my family, everything..and I don’t even know if it was mine to lose, or just something programmed into my life, written out on a piece of paper for me. I don’t know anymore.” He avoided her gaze like it would burn him.

“It doesn’t matter who, or what you are, you’re still Danse, and no matter what, you’ll always have me by your side, I don’t care what you are, because I know who you are.” She said in the gentlest way possible, and he felt tears brimming in his eyes.

“But what if I hurt you Sole?! I could never live with myself! I don’t know what I’m capable of, I don’t know what I am for gods sake!” He fought back the wobble that over took his voice, trying to hard not to break this character he’d spent so long hiding behind.

“You are you.” She replied, so matter of fact about it. “You have your own ways, your own personality..your own feelings” she looked away for a moment, almost blushing slightly.

“But how do I know they’re mine and not just generated for me?” He said, in such a cold tone Sole winced ever so slightly.

“Because computers can’t love” she said, looking him directly in the eyes.

Before she even knew what was happening, Danse had pulled her close to him by her shirt collar, into a kiss, a strong yet so gentle kiss, putting all his emotions into every movement. She was in such shock, unsure on what was happening.

When they broke apart, both were blushing like mad. Danse cupped Soles cheek and looked her in the eyes. “To feel something so strong for someone...this is mine. This is mine.” He said assuring himself, tears running down his cheeks, as he pulled her into another kiss. Now that she was in less shock, she kissed back, making sure to get across to him that she definitely felt the same way.

Sole moved closer to him and he lifted her and put her on his lap so she was straddling him, they both flushed a bright crimson as they continued to deepen their kiss. Sole ground her hips testing him, and was pleased when she received a slight moan back in response.

Danse untangled his hand from her hair and began running it up the back of her shirt, smoothing both hands up and down her curves, taking in every warm patch of skin his palms were met with.

Sole pulled away from him slightly before looking him in the eyes, a serious tone on her face. “Danse, do you want this? I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re so down, you mean more to me than that.” She said, worryingly.

“Sole..I’ve wanted this for so long. All the times you fought with me for the brotherhood, the days and nights we spent travelling and getting to know each other, when everything went to shit you chose me over the entire brotherhood and even risked your life to save mine... yes, I’m sure.”

Their lips were tangled together again in an instant, Danse reaching under Soles shirt to unclasp her bra, why she insisted on wearing a bra in the wasteland was beyond him. She smiled into the kiss and reached round to assist him, and once the bra fell loose, Danse undid her buttons and rolled her tight wet shirt down her shoulders. Danse stopped to admire her breasts for a moment, hungrily taking in her beauty.

Sole frantically began unzipping his flight suit and rolling the top half off of his body to reveal his undershirt, clinging oh so tightly to his chiselled torso. He chuckled slightly, almost nervously, helping her lift his shirt up over his head. His muscles were prominent, his chest covered in dark wiry hairs. She felt herself grow wetter at the slight, they began a deep kiss again. Danse slowly lifted Sole up off of his lap and down onto her sleeping bag. He slid his finger down her waste line, tugging slightly and looking at her. “Is this okay?” He asked, breathless but still concerned. She nodded quickly and began helping him tug her tight jeans down, her impatience causing him to smile and stifle a chuckle. He removed her jeans and her laced panties and sat up for a moment to admire her laying there looking up at him, longingly.

Her hair was a perfect mess, sprawled out delicately around her head, her breasts were the perfect size for her body, so perky and soft, her curves so alluring. She covered herself, suddenly feeling very shy and vulnerable but he quickly pulled her hands away. “You’re beautiful, beyond beautiful.” He said as he spread her legs and proceeded to lick her pussy, causing her to whimper. “You taste amazing” he muttered. He moved up to lick her sensitive clit, using one hand to play with her breasts and the other to finger her, causing her to clench the sleeping bag below her with all her might, moaning and cursing uncontrollably. It felt so good, the last person she had been with was Nate and that was so very long ago now. And this was Danse, the man she’d dreamt of being with for many months now. It was all too much, she was getting so close when he suddenly pulled away, causing her to whimper and thrust into the air desperately.

“Now now” Danse said wiping his face, his tone suddenly very seductive, a side of him she’d never seen before but definitely wanted to see more of. Danse pulled off the rest of his flight suit, leaving him in just his boxers which seemed far too tight right now. He slowly took them off, exposing his rather large member, causing Sole to get even wetter somehow. He was definitely bigger than Nate, she was almost nervous.

Danse positioned himself over her, arms by her sides, he looked into her eyes with such a caring gaze, making sure it was okay to continue, before slowly sliding his member into her, causing them both to hiss in pleasure, it had been a really long time for him too.

He stayed still for a moment, not knowing if Sole was ready yet or not until she thrust against him, “please, Danse..” she begged, making him twitch inside her. He began a steady but fast pace, causing them to both moan in pleasure. Danse lent into Sole for a heated kiss, their warm bodies melting into one, like two matching pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

The heat was too much, having Danse so close, it felt so good. “Danse I’m..getting close.” Sole gasped between thrusts. “I am too..shit.” Danse thrust hard and Sole practically screamed in pleasure, digging her nails into his back as he hit a spot she never knew she had. Danse focused on that area, her moans making it almost too much for him. He felt her get tighter around him and he knew she wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would he.

“Danse I’m cumming!” She screamed as she clenched around him, soaking him in her warmth, writhing in pure ecstasy. “Shit, Sole..” he said, gritting his teeth as he reached his own mind shattering orgasm inside her. He thrust a few more times before pulling out of her and collapsing on top of her, making sure not to crush her under his weight. They lay like that for a few moments before Danse rolled onto his side on her sleeping bag and pulled her into a tight hug.

“Danse..No matter what happens, I’m here, and I’m yours, whatever you are, you’ve always got me...I love you” Sole buried her head into his chest, hiding the furious blush that spread across her face. “I love you too, Sole, no matter what happens, that’s one thing I know for sure is real.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms listening to the rain on the tin roof above.

(I’m sorry if this was trash, this is my first ever fanfic, and my first request so thank you! I hope this isn’t too awful and I apologise for grammar mistakes. At least I tried lol. Also I wanted to do that thing where it says “continue reading below the line” or something because this is super long but I couldn’t figure out how so if anyone knows that would be awesome please.)

#fallout 4 #paladin danse #danse #fanfic #lemon #smut #request #fo4 #fallout #x reader

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kanene-yaaay · 5 years ago

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Kanene’s note: Okay, I’m- aaaaa

I’m very proud of this one because it’s a little different of what I use to write and it was cool to try a new something. I didn’t even wrote the laughter because I was writing this next to my family and I didn’t wanted any of them asking why my characters were laughing so much xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Switch!Émile and Switch!Remy (It is def romantic. They are married and very gay and there is a lot of kisses in it-)

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* Something around 2700 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* Just two silly and very mean boyos being two silly, teasy and ticklish boyos. xDD

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Watch a fun video, take a good rest, talk with the one that you love and drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

- Émile ~

He didn’t know from where this came from. In a second they were on the couch, smiling and watching Steven Universe, and in the other a cold shiver ran across his body, making him turn to his husband, just in the exact moment to see he taking off his sunglasses, locking his glare on him with those sweet, dangerously warm eyes and grin. Just like that. It took a heartbeat before Émile realized what was about to happen, a wobbly smile beginning to control his features as he felt himself almost paralyzed, Remy starting to tap his fingers on the lenses of his own glasses, his malefic smirk never fading.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

They stared each other, Émile’s gaze finally changing to his fingers, another round of goose bumps spreading across his spine, the adrenaline taking over his veins and giving him the enough strength to dash in full speed through the hall.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Which leaded the poor, almost giggling, adult to his current state: hiding behind his room’s door and wishing with all his will power that this plan would really worked as well as it had when he watched in the cartoons.

(He tried to ignore the voice in his mind reminding him how all that chases usually ended up in the end, the thought only being enough to heat his face.)

- Émile ~ - It was in days like this that one wearing glasses could swear that Remy was a witch. Because there wasn’t any other realistic, rational and plausible explanation about how much the giggles trapped in his throat got louder, bouncier and even more difficult to control just with the slight sound of his voice, obligating their owner to press his hand further around his mouth, lightly biting the tip of his tongue. – You had better hide well, because you know what is gonna to happen when I find you, don’t you?

Émile shook his head, his back forcing itself on the cold wall.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

- Oh, gurl, maybe you don’t even remember anymore… Now, we can’t fusion like this, can we? Let’s me remind you, then. ~ - The chased hold a pouty whine when heard these words, already feeling the beginning of a blush spread in his neck. Remy knew very well how teases could be as unbearable and unnerving as the tic… I mean, The Thing. – First, I will carry you aaaaall the way back to the couch and maybe my fingers will slip in tweaks and squeezes all over your hips, who really knows, ya know? But you better don’t squirm that much, because then I will have no escape but be obligated to bring my other hand to better hold you and just hope that this one is not more slippy then the first, right?

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

- And then: The couch. Nothing different will happen there, really. I will just lay down with my extremely ticklish, helpless husband to take a nap, and, if my glorious lips will be random blessing your incredibly sensitive neck with a lot of Goodnight Kisses and my hands will keep lightly scratching, squeezing and poking all the length of your sides, sometimes even giving a little attention to your hips, because no way in hell I will be sleeping in a hard pillow, it’s none of your business, giggly boi. – Émile couldn’t help nor stop the pitched squeal that escaped from his mouth, eyes widening and breathing immediately stopping, the others giggles also begging to escape. - Oh, and, by the way, better keep your mouth very shushed while this. We don’t want the Tickler Master waking up, am I right?

Silence.

Remy’s nonchalant tune still full filling the air, which didn’t carried the sound of his steps anymore. The cartoon lover knew there was no way for him to save himself and, in a surrender act, just let his high, excited giggles run happily across the room hiding his face in flames behind his tremble hands. Seconds later, he heard the sound of his door being closed and his hide spot exposed.

- But we both know that you just can’t contain yourself, my so poor, so defenseless lee. – Émile playfully screamed as he was lifted up in the air, quickly being carried in bridal style. He opened his eyes enough to see Remy in a bat of eyes deviating his glare from his form, the tender smile taking pieces of seconds before changing to an evil grin, fingers suddenly tweaking his kneecaps and hips, leading the carried to jump, a squeal signaling the flow of giggles that followed it.

- Please, Remy, please!! – Each new squeeze was a snort interrupting his words, making him try to start again only to get the same result and repeat the cycle all over, resulting in a more helpless babbling than anything else. The said stopped, adjusting his hold in order to sneak his thumb in that damn spot right between his shoulder blades, switching between kneading and prodding while leading to an even more no-understandable sentence. - No there, no there, no there!!! Pleasepleaseplease-

- Huh? Whatcha you are trying to say, hun? That I’m the most handsome husband in the entire world? That you are so sensitive that only a few squeezing and prodding are enough to transform you in a blushy, laughing mess? – The one being held felt his laughter increasing, the words spreading tingles in all his others ticklish spots, even the ones which weren’t being attacked. He shakes head, denying. – Is that you love all these teases and specially when I tickle tickle tickle you? Huh? Use your words, babe.

– Nonononono! – Émile arched his back just to find another attack to his hips, bucking the said as Remy buzzed his fingers in the exact point where his sides and hips connected, and generating loud crackling as response. – You a- nah! You are mean mean mean!! – His arms danced to a place to another, too much occupied with the crazy sensation to really focus in stopping it, Remy increasing his efforts in order to make the snorts start to bloom amongst his laughter and squeals, no needing too much to succeed. – Remy!!!

- Yes, gurl? Geez, you should love my name. It seems like you can’t even spent a whole real minute without saying it! – His tune was still nonchalant. However, he leaned down for a heartbeat in order to steal a peck from his beauty, giggly and cute as fuck, husband, who obtained a new shade of red creeping down his neck. Nooooice. – Anyway, what did you wanna tell me? Be quick, I still having a lot of places to knead, scratch, scribble, wriggle… This whole ‘Tickle your extremely ticklish husband, like, really, reeeeeally ticklish, like seriously, this guy is a whole tickle spot himself, a alive version of Tickle Me Elmo, and, when he became a helpless mess just tease him more and more until the big, rational, Émile Picani turns in just a poor, so poor, blushy lee.

- REMY!!

- What? Can’t handle the truth? Boo-hoo, then.

Émile didn’t answered, unless you considered his fast, absolutely incoherent, stumbling words a kind of response, choosing to clench is hands in his shirt and hide his face in flames, instead. His laughing being so strong that reverberate through the attacker’s chest, who couldn’t stop feel like a villain as he stared with a gigantic grin adorning his lips the ribs that such act let defenseless. Well, he internally shrugged as he took a deep breathe, suit himself. His arms were growing tired anyway.

Émile thought he was going to melt in any moment, the teases still heating his sensitive skin and increasing the tickles in a way that should be definitely illegal, but in the moment he felt the raspberry, spreading, taking over his nerves and T I C K L I N G he died.

And screamed, for sure. Oh, and also gripped something while kicked and trashed as if Mabble’s life was depending on it (not his own life, of course, since he was already dead). Some part of his desperate brain noticed he was falling, but the laughter exploding from his mouth and the impossible to ignore feeling quickly expelled any other thing.

He opened his eyes, breathless as his watery vision focused in the form mostly layed onto him, their giggles flying and filling the entire room. After some heartbeats, Remy finally got up, his hands resting on the floor and sustained the weight of his body. Their eyes met.

- I’ve forgot how much of a kicker you are. – Émile just curled up a little more, pulling his tongue out in a very mature and hard to win, statement

- ‘s not my fault your arms are weaken than Deadly Arms’ ones.

- Excuse you?

- Nuh.

- I beg your heck pardon?

- No, you let me fall for you. Twice. In love and on the floor. I’m ignoring you until the end of ours married days.

- Oh, is that so? – Remy replied, adjusting his position so his hands would lay each one in the sides of his husband’s head, who immediately recognized the smile beginning to shine and exploded one more time in a flow of giggles, his arms in front of his body, attempting to conjure a kind of shield.

- Wait wait waitwaitwait!! Nonono! – A yelp cut his sentence when a hand tweaked his thigh. - I’m sorry, I’m sorry!

- Yep, gurl, you will b- And his threat was interrupted when Émile pushed his shirt and connected their lips, stealing his words, breath and any and every coherent thought from his head, his giggles still floating from his mouth, which leaded, if that was even possible, to the coffee lover melt further, allowing himself to be carried away by the tenderness and love, sighing and deepening the kiss.

…Until that dirty, evil, nasty cheater digs his fucker fingers in his damn stomach, which ruined the romantic moment and absolutely did NOT made Remy Tough Picani release a half shriek half snort that DIDN’T resulted in the only one wearing glasses coos softly, excuse you.

- Awww. – Émile gave him an innocent smile, quick turning the tables and sitting on Remy’s legs, his fingers swinging in a dance that consisted in craving his thumbs right above his waistline and vibrating his others fingers in his torso, the maddening sensations culminating to free, belly laughter escape from the ‘victim’s’ mouth. Eyes tightly closed, wrinkled nose. – What is the matter, my dear? The cool, bad boy Remy can’t take some ti-tickly tickle tickling in his tummy-yummy-yummy? Huh? Huh? Can’t he? Because he is super hype dyper sensitive, aren’t you? Yes, you are! You are!

- OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!! – Remy could feel his face, against his own will power and threats, melt in flames. His laughter being replaced by hysterical giggling as his husband changed his technique to spidering, slowly walking his fingers up before quickly drag his nails in random patterns the way down, going up and down one time more and after that a couple more of times, always managing to catch four or five snorts. – THIS IS SO DUMB, FUCK.

- Now, now, Mister Ticklish Master. Let’s not be a Squidward to the Tickle Monster, alright? He just wanna to hear aaaaaaall that adorably, lovely, helpless giggles of yours!! – Émile lowered down and touched their noses, his smile increasing as he felt the other’s laugh hitting his cheeks, his tune now in flying in joyful whispers. – And what a cute laughter you have! Definitely the most lovely, sweet and favorite lee of the Tickle Monster!

- ‘m not- ‘m not cuteyourbi-nOPLEASENOTTHERE- His words stumbled in each other, specially when his shirt was lifted and a finger began to squirm and scratches his bellybutton, his legs now kicking while his hands tried to get enough strength to stop the marvelous move. However, exemplary falling as the attacker focused some quick prodding in the exposed axillaries, receiving what was suppose to be an angry snort. Émile couldn’t help but coo one more time. – I’M. NOT. – He couldn’t help the squealing cutting his sentence. - CUTE. FUCK OFF!

Émile made a soft sound of sadness, pouting even if his husband was still with his eyes tightly closed, unable to see it.

- Now, it’s a pity that you don’t believe in the words of your own husband. – He switched to lightly scribbles and pokes at his sides and lower ribs, making sure to rub circles in each one of them while also gave his ‘victim’ some room to breathe and understand his words.

- Well… maybe, maybe he would… – Remy tried, really tried to frown and looks angry, but that was really hard with the giggles still interrupting his words. His body melting in the gentle, good touch. Totally against his will, for sure. - ... if his husband wasn’t being a jerk and tickling him.

He stared directly at Émile, therefore he didn’t lose the slightest which red freckled his cheeks, smirking, wobbly that is true, but also proudly in being the only between both who managed to say ‘tickle’ without shuttering. Sadly, though, he also didn’t lose the way his eyes and smile widened, showing that the other had an idea.

Butterflies started to panic in his stomach, especially when Émile’s gaze focused there with a ratter crazy gleam, his next phrase coming out as a soft, dangerous purring.

- You know… all of this made the Tickle Monster a bit hungry… and he heard that some lil lil lee has a very yummy yummy tummy right here. – His hands squeezed his belly, as if to prove his point. Remy jumped, the adrenaline running all speed across his body as the words starting to weight in his brain.

- Wait, WAIT! Émile!!! – The one being called slowly moved towards his target, ignoring the squirm and pleas from his husband, who grew more and more desperate as his attacker innocently smiled and looked at him, his head gradually lowering to his most ticklish spot. – Émile, Émile, please, I’m actually begging you. I’m begging you!! I’m cute, see? I said it!!! Émile!!!!

- I’m listening. ~

- No, you’re not! – His euphoric, hysteric giggles already began to take over his sentences. – No! Fuck!!

- No? – Émile’s lips already were resting on his belly, the word sending shivers across his nerves, which was not helped by the fact that the other absently shook his head, demonstrating his saying.

- No! No!

- A no to ‘no’? So that is a yes?

- nO.

- No? But what about the ‘yes’?

- Stop it! Oh my gosh, I’m gonna to get a bitching divorce!! It’s a no to your yes!

- Got it! It’s a ‘no’, then?

- Yes!

- A yes? Okay!

Before any other protest could fly from his mouth, a shriek did it first. And again. And again. And one more time, almost as fast as the nuzzled raspberries buzzing and the nibbles, together with the ‘nhom nhom nhom’s’ sounds, spread and madly tickled in a total oblivion to his kicks, pushes and loud, thunderous laughter painting the air.

It didn’t took too much before the cartoon lover stopped, already aware of the other’s limits, and touched their foreheads again, Remy’s breathing and reminiscent giggles being the only thing breaking the silence which involved them in a calm, cozy, warm feeling.

- You don’t look at me like that, your traitor. – His tune was free of any harm, his bright gaze and blushed cheeks locking his attention. Émile couldn’t help himself but kiss the pout out of his face. – And don’t you dare to kiss me. – Quick kiss. - I don’t trust in your sweet lips anymore. – Soft kiss. – They are a hell of a trap. – Giggly kiss.

- I love you.

Their eyes met, one more time, and Remy finally gave up, swimming in that deep, caring moment. Their hands intertwined themselves.

- I love you, too. – He lightly poked Émile’s ribs, winning a yelp before receiving the same treatment. – But only sometimes.

- Uh huh.

- What? It’s the truth!

- Sure it is, dear.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Their heart did, beating in unison.

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snowycrocus · 5 years ago

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All of My Life

Frozen 2 Fanfic - Snow Sisters/Frohana

**Taking place after the deleted scene of Elsa showing Anna the memory of their parents**

Elsa and Anna’s parents were only trying to do what was best for their children during trying circumstances - but can their daughters accept the mistakes their parents made?

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As Anna flung her arms around her sister’s shoulders, tears streaming down her cheeks, she couldn’t help but feel that Elsa’s magic had never been more beautiful than at that very moment.

“Thank you – so much –for that,” she said. She turned to glance back once more at the images of her parents sculpted in ice, but their forms had dissipated.

She couldn’t believe it. Her parents had been just about to tell her everything, to trust her with everything! The nagging question had stayed with her ever since her parent’s deaths, persistent and caustic. But now she knew it hadn’t even been her trustworthiness that had ever been questioned- it was Elsa’s ability to control her emotions and magic combined.

“They believed in you, Anna,” Elsa responded. She thumbed away her sister’s tears, smiling, but she wished she didn’t have to be the one to tell Anna that. Couldn’t their parents have told Anna that themselves? Regardless, she had the chance now to tell Anna how she deserved every bit of praise the world had to offer. “And so do I.” Her sister could move mountains. “I’m sorry they didn’t get to tell you that.”

“Yeah, well,” Anna started, snuffling and snorting back tears and a runny nose, “they could’ve, you know.” She used her forearm to wipe the wet streaks from her face. “They could’ve told us a lot of things.”

She had been so incredibly happy to see the forms of her parents and to hear those beautiful, wonderful words coming out of their mouths – words she had longed to hear for years. But Elsa’s words, though said with complete innocence, brought back the persistent resentment that lingered in the back of her mind ever since Elsa’s thaw.

“Oh, Anna,” Elsa said. The way she said Anna’s name was so soft, a soothing balm to the anger rising up in her. “I know they could have. I could have done better, too. But we all did the best we could; did what we thought was best.” She looked down to her feet and began to pull on her fingers as if she were still wearing gloves, a nervous habit she hadn’t seemed to rid herself of. “I’m so sorry,” she said, voice cracking and eyes beginning to brim with tears. “It’s all because of-”

“Nuh-uh!” Anna clenched Elsa’s hands in one of hers and clamped the other over Elsa’s mouth. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You can’t talk like that anymore. None of this was your fault, you were just a kid like me, a scared kid who just didn’t want to hurt anyone, Elsa! Stop taking the blame for Mama and Papa!”

Elsa began to feel the stirrings of a nearly-snuffed out spark grow from within her. She had buried it, many years ago, but the fire still flickered occasionally and Anna was fanning the flames.

My whole life, kept in a prison…for nothing.

No reason. Just a misguided attempt at protecting, a life spent secluded and alone when love and companionship were the answers she sought all along.

Her anger had sharpened like her ice over the years, though it grew and fell in turns as she grappled with whether or not they had done the right thing.

And now, look at her. Meant all along to be the fifth spirit, to use her power for good, to do what she had been trying to do all along in her seclusion – to protect.

But the answer had always been protecting others by being with them – not by avoiding all contact.

Her breath caught in her throat and stuttered along with her words. “They – they thought they were-”

“Were what?!” Anna ripped her hands off of Elsa’s, who unconsciously went back to pulling on her fingers. “Protecting us?” She gestured wildly towards where the ice forms of Mama and Papa stood just a moment ago. “They led me to think they didn’t trust me! They let me believe that my own sister, who lay in a self-inflicted prison, didn’t want anything to do with me or with anyone!”

“Anna.” Tears started to brim over Elsa’s eyes as she wrapped her arms around her stomach. The flame was gaining air rapidly, and she couldn’t help but feel the burn as it grew brighter and stronger from within. She used to feel its heat all the time, couldn’t ignore it. Now she remembered – remembered the anger, the fear, the bitterness, and despite all the ice she carried within her she couldn’t cool it down.

“No, Elsa! Don’t defend them!” Elsa doesn’t get the chance to say she wasn’t. “Doesn’t it bother you? Aren’t you mad?!”

“There’s no point-”

“No, don’t tell me that, Elsa, there is a point! The point is, because of what they withheld from us, you spent thirteen years locked away in your bedroom. You tried to erase every feeling, every emotion, that ever flickered in your mind. You were kept locked away, afraid of everything, and I was kept thinking that I was too stupid to be trusted with anything, to dumb and useless to be loved, and the point is none of this had to happen!”

Anna’s last words were punctuated by a grunt from Elsa, who tightened her arms around her middle, pressing her palms into her sides desperately, but the fire had swelled and flourished, deprived of air for as long as it had, and it burst from within her in a crackling of ice.

Anna’s breath was visible in the suddenly frigid air around her, and she breathed out in awe at the ice figures of her parents who stood just as they had a moment before – but now they were pierced and skewered with hundreds of needlelike shards of ice.

“Of course I get mad, Anna!” Elsa’s yell was rough and her breathing was ragged. She clenched her arms tighter around herself when she glanced at what she had created subconsciously.

Anna took a step forward towards her sister in silence, stunned at Elsa’s rare display of intense emotion. Elsa continued on, body coiled tight and eyes squeezed shut.

“Before the thaw, I thought they knew everything. I thought everything had to be the way it was because Mama and Papa knew best. But when you sacrificed yourself, and I learned how to control my powers? I saw that everything they had ever done was wrong – all that we had endured was for nothing!” She took a deep, shaky breath as the rage built up and leaked out in tears down her face.

Images flitted through her mind, memories that had been reflected within the dome of Ahtohallan. Closing her door for the first time. Tugging on a new pair of gloves as her hands grew. Stepping out of her mother’s hug, yelling at her father over a stack of diplomacy books. Plates of frozen food, a washbasin too full of ice to use. A knife of ice held to her wrist. Longing looks at life outside her window.

“We could have grown up together. You could have helped me. God, Anna, when I think back to – to-” the jumble of thoughts overwhelmed her and she shook her head. “It all could have been so different.” She let out a strangled laugh, almost sinister in an unsettling way, and it gave Anna chills that weren’t from the cold air around them.

“Thank you,” Anna breathed, the tightness around her chest loosening. “I thought I was the only one that felt that way.”

“You’re not,” Elsa said. “I just – I just can’t cope with the thought of how much of our lives were hurt, were wasted, with thinking of all the could-have-beens.” Her expression is fixed with a faraway look, mouth downturned. “I can’t stop thinking about it sometimes, and I get so upset.” She cradled her hands in that tender way. “I can’t bear to think that we wasted our childhoods, all for nothing.”

“I’m sorry, Elsa,” Anna said, clasping Elsa’s hands in her own. She hadn’t meant to cause her sister so much distress, to make her think back on what their lives could have been like. “I didn’t mean to make you so upset.”

“I know.” Elsa finally allows her gaze to meet Anna’s. “It’s just something we have to face and move on from, like everything else. I suppose I…well, it’s just that we all make mistakes trying to do the right thing, and those things have consequences, whether or not we meant to cause harm. Mama and Papa were no different.”

“And we don’t know what could have happened, Anna – maybe they did do the right thing. I could have hurt you again, later, or – or somebody else. Somebody who wasn’t keen on keeping secrets, and then…” she trailed off, turning even paler at the thought.

“Hey, hey, let’s not think about that stuff,” Anna comforted, wrapping her hands around Elsa’s which were starting to worry again. “But you’re right, there’s no sense in speculating. What happened happened, and hey, you know what?” She smiled and nudged Elsa under the chin to make her look up at her.

“What?”

“And now we’re together, and we’ve found where we belong. What could we possibly have to be upset about?”

The girls embraced, the hurt of years past still lingering and throbbing, but tempered now by the love they had for each other and acceptance and fulfillment of what their lives had brought them.

This is what we’ve been waiting for…all of our lives.

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Have you ever thought about how mad Anna and Elsa must be that their childhoods were wasted? When all along they could have (possibly) had very happy, loving lives together? I can’t imagine trying to let go of that anger and not think of all the could-have-beens. I think this is something that the girls try to let go but maybe can’t ever fully come to terms with.

Thanks for reading! As always, would absolutely love to hear what you think! Your comments keep me writing :)

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