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glattandblade · 3 years ago

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hanahaki fic with any character?

Sure thing! Thank you for your request <3 I’ve never written Hanahaki before, so I hope I did it justice :D Thank you again!

By Author Blade <3

Title: Hanahaki (C!Schlatt x GN!Reader)

Summary: You’ve developed Hanahaki disease. And the cure seems out of reach.

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending!), lots of mentions of death, also lots of mentions of vomiting & coughing (related to flowers), cursing

Word Count: 1212

Recently, your illness has been getting worse.

What started as coughing up a few petals every couple of days has gradually grown into choking on full bouquets.

Your doctor had told you it was Hanahaki, the disease of unrequited love. Your face had paled at that. The only way to cure Hanahaki was to have your beloved return your feelings. And God knows that wasn’t going to happen, on account of your “beloved” being kind of a dick.

Schlatt’s a self centered, rude, annoying, fucking dick.

But all the same, you loved him.

It’s gross.

The flowers started forming when you began working for him. It was hard moving and starting a new life, but you found yourself very close to your boss- the President. He was kind to you… sometimes. Being his secretary, you had the power to fuck him over a bit, so he usually leaned on your good side.

That doesn’t mean you were free from his teasing and overall cockiness.

As the disease progressed, you started to wonder why you were in love with someone like him. Why go through all this pain for him? What’s the fucking point if nothing is going to come out of it? You’d be leaning over the toilet, choking on your third rose, wishing you could just Get. Over. Him.

But then he’d gently knock at the door, ask if you were okay, and your heart would squeeze. You’d quickly flush away the flowers, tell him you were fine, and hope to God that he didn’t see it as important enough to prod.

It worked for a while, but then it became a daily occurrence.

You’d have to slip away from your duties after a terrible coughing fit to go get it all out of your system in the bathroom. At first, Schlatt was angry that you’d leave your desk or skip out on meetings, but then he noticed the pattern. He never pushed you further than asking if you were alright through a closed door whenever he passed by and heard the coughing. He did feel like his secretary’s health was something he should know about, though. He just never knew how to approach you about it.

Caring would look vulnerable, and he’s got a fucking country to run. He was never good with feelings in the first place anyway, so he just stuck to the sidelines, making mental notes on your health for the day. Maybe one day you’d tell him and he wouldn’t have to deal with it. Or you’d die and he would know the answer.

What he didn’t know was that thoughts like those were what was killing you.

After a particularly hard day, you spent the whole night over the toilet. He had touched you. A light graze of the fingers, sure, but it was enough to send the flowers into overdrive. You called in the next day, hoping everyone would assume that you were just overworked and needed the day off, but Schlatt was more aware of the situation than that, to your dismay.

He had showed up at your house. You could feel the flowers building up your throat. You held them down as much as you could as he talked to you, but it was hard.

You could barely register what he was saying as you started to cough so hard that you fell to your knees. He reached out and caught you, but that just made it worse. You couldn’t hold them back anymore, and the flowers started to fly out, all over the floor and all over him.

He stared at them with curious concern. He held you in a gentle way he didn’t think possible, taking one of the flowers between his fingers.

Hanahaki.

Of course, he’s heard about it. Who hasn’t? The death rate for Hanahaki’s way too high.

The two of you moved to the bathroom where you finished your fit.

His voice was uncharacteristically quiet when he spoke, breaking the silence, “Who is it?” You almost didn’t hear him.

“It.. it doesn’t matter, Schlatt.” Your voice was hoarse, it hurt to talk. You could feel the flowers fighting to come back up as he got closer to you, sitting down on the floor next to you. You coughed hard before continuing, “I-I’ll be okay.”

“Well I really fuckin’ doubt that, sweetheart. You just threw up my dead Grandma’s bouquet.” Usually, that would make you laugh, at least a little, but you could feel the flowers pushing at your throat and squeezing your lungs from just how close he was to you.

“Just tell me, (Y/N). Maybe I can help.”

You smiled at him, though it was sad. Those words only made it worse. He didn’t realize that the kindness he was showing you was only feeding the flowers.

“You aren’t going to be… mad? Or laugh?” It felt silly, but you needed the reassurance right now.

“We’re not fucking 12, (Y/N).”

“Right.”

You cleared your throat, hoping to suck down any stray flowers so you could speak. Your brain found it hard to find the right words, so you just went with the shortest, simplest thing you could think of. Something he’d understand immediately and you wouldn't have to repeat yourself.

“I love you.”

He paused, then looked at you, eyes wide and mouth open a bit.

“You what?”

Okay, not the best reaction, but he didn’t seem mad, at least.

“Schlatt don’t make me repeat myself, my throat hurts as it is.” A tease, a joke. Lighthearted enough to distract yourself from the fact that if he doesn’t reciprocate, you’re dead.

“No, no. I get it. I’m sexy as fuck- I’m the president, for God’s sake. And any one knows that everyone and their mom wanted to fuck Obama-”

He rambled on for a bit like that, inflating his ego a little in the process. You stared at him blankly, waiting for him to finish to give you a proper answer.

“You’re my secretary, though! Isn’t that kind of weird? Actually it’s kind of hot-”

You rolled your eyes.

“But if people found out? My name would be smeared. Then again, you’re really pretty. Have I told you that? Oh fuck, maybe now isn’t the right time-”

“Schlatt?”

He turned to you, having looked away during his rant, “Yeah?”

“Are you going to kiss me? Or just ramble like an idiot?”

“I’m not an idiot. Maybe a fool, but I’m not an idiot.”

“So are you going to kiss-” And before you could finish, he leaned forward, cutting you off with a kiss.

And it was a damn good kiss at that, for this kiss was enough to seal that he did, in fact, give a shit about you. You felt a weight lift off your lungs, your throat cleared up, and for the first time in months, you felt happy.

His hands on your hips, your arms around his neck, the way he had to bend down to reach your lips and you had to push yourself up to reach his... It was uncomfortable, actually. You’re on the bathroom floor for Christ’s sake, but you wouldn’t trade this kiss for the world.

You were finally free of that wretched disease, and now you could kiss him whenever you wanted.

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#thank you for your request!#authorblade #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #c!schlatt x reader #c!jschlatt x reader #dsmp #dsmp x reader #hanahaki #angst with a happy ending #death mention #vomiting mention #jschlatt dsmp #schlatt dsmp #attempt at humor #sometimes i think im funny tbh #enjoy!#thought to be unrequited love

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halorocks1214 · 2 years ago

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the law of vibration

Word Count: 6113

Summary: The Law of Vibration states that everything in the Universe moves, vibrates, and travels in circular patterns. The same principles of vibration in the physical world apply to our thoughts, feelings, desires, and wills in the Etheric world. Each sound, thing, and even thought has its own vibrational frequency, unique unto itself

im not entirely sure how accurate the avalanche is here but im going to blame google because i TRIED getting concrete information on how an avalanche sounds and looks like but essentially ended up with nothing outside a few details

also this series was a giant tag wall and i am very sorry for that. i recently edited the tags to be less beefy. nothing important was deleted, just unnecessary rambly ones

also also if it wasn't obvious this series is going to be updated slowly agsgsdfgsd (what gave that away i wonder). ill just leave this little blurb here as one last warning instead of being self-deprecating in the notes of every new one. i gotta be better about not being so harsh on myself, ya know? as always, i hope you enjoy! :D

cw for sad ending, character death, and natural disasters

"Have you heard the news? Little Lucille has a secret admirer."

Lucy rolled her eyes as she put her long, ginger locks into a ponytail at her desk, "It's hardly a secret when the guy keeps running into the doorframe whenever we're in the same room."

Chantelle squeezed her pillow closer to her chest, “C’mon Lucy, cut the guy some slack. It’s pretty adorable, all things considered.”

“Yeah, it’s not every day you get someone that is so infatuated with you that they act like a cartoon character!” Juniper laughed from the corner of the room where she was getting dressed behind a privacy cover, letting out a little growl like she was rolling her R’s, like one would when they were insinuating that something very adult was happening between two people.

Lucy stood up from her desk, refusing to look at her roommates, “Whatever, you two are ridiculous.”

Chantelle finally threw the pillow she was holding, but Lucy expertly dodged it in the process of falling into her own bunk. Chantelle scoffed, “Lucky.” Chantelle then proceeded to yawn as she fell backward to lie on her back and stare at the ceiling, “I don’t know about you, Luce, but if a rich somebody like that was giving me goo-goo eyes, I would be running and leaping into their arms before the new jet prototype could even break the sound barrier.”

Jeff Tracy, billionaire entrepreneur and First Man to set foot on Mars, acted like a silly goose just because she looked somewhat pretty.

“If anything, that should make you find this all stupider,” Lucy pointed out. “Guys like that always fall over themselves for trophy wives. I care way too much about myself to go down to that level.”

“Preach it, sister!” Juniper yelled, climbing the ladder on Lucy’s bed to get to the top bunk. “By the way, have the two of you heard from our new roommate yet? Shouldn’t they have shown up by now?”

Oh, right, that was happening tonight. They sent their last roommate off quietly with a nice dinner at her favorite restaurant. The pressures that came with rescuing civilians got to her, and she decided it was better to quit early than potentially risk lives. It was respectable, and no one judged her for it. Hell, Lucy might have even smacked her if she didn’t just go through with it because that was not a decision to be fifty-fifty on, especially not while active. She made sure to send pictures from her new job at a local mechanic’s shop occasionally, so they were all happy to see her joyful and well.

But that failed to explain who her replacement was. Swear to god, if they got put with some lazy slack off that was always late-

Light knocking came from their door, making them all sit up and stare at it. Then it slowly opened, and stepping inside was a woman with a duffel bag, her hair tied back at the top of her head in a short, frizzy ponytail. With reasonable assumption, that had to be their new roommate, showing up right on the dot. It was as if she personally heard Lucy gritching and appeared exactly then to make her shut right the hell up.

“Hello?” the newcomer said. “This is Room B509, right?”

“Yep!” Juniper immediately answered, moving so she could slightly hang off the edge of her bed. “I’m guessing that question means you’re our new roommate, yeah?”

The woman stepped inside and shut the door behind herself with one of her feet, “From what it sounds like, yes, I am.”

Lucy got up from her bed to walk over to properly meet the lady, “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Lucille.”

Lucy held out a hand for the woman to shake, to which the woman happily returned, “The pleasure’s all mine. I’m Valerie. Valerie Casey.”

“Ugh, you’re all so formal,” Chantelle groaned from her bed, turning over to sleep facing a direction away from them. “Stop caring about all that prim-and-proper horsecrap; we’re all gonna use the same shower anyway.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, giving Valerie an apologetic smile, “Sorry for my friend. That’s Chantelle. She gets cranky at this time of night.”

Chantelle grumbled, and it was just humorous enough to get Valerie to sigh fondly, “Don’t worry, I get it. I’m not all that chipper myself, right now. It’s no fun being uprooted randomly so the higher-ups can make last-minute adjustments to you and your roommates’ dorm.”

Ah, so that’s what this hullabaloo was about, “Yikes, that certainly sounds like no fun.”

“Hang on, did you say your name was Valerie Casey?” Chantelle had a lightbulb moment, interrupting their conversation and suddenly sitting up, very much not going to sleep. “No way, aren’t you besties with Jeff Tracy?”

Oh no.

Valerie cleared her throat, “‘Besties’ is a bit of a strong word, but yes. We are good friends.”

Chantelle smiled as if she figured out how to take over the world while Juniper placed her hands on her cheeks excitedly. “What perfect timing!” Juniper exclaimed, completely ignoring Lucy’s fervent headshakes telling her to knock it off. “We were just talking about him!”

Please no.

“Really?” Valerie questioned in a tone of voice that said she was challenging them to prove their words true.

Juniper giggled evilly, “You bet your bottom dollar we were! My name’s Juniper and your buddy pal friend amigo has got the biggest honking crush on Lucille over here!”

Uuuuuuugghhh.

However, Valerie seemed to be just as unenthused as Lucy was, “Ah, right. His little puppy-love moment he’s currently having.”

Lucy was caught off guard a little bit, “What do you mean by that exactly?”

“Oh, it’s nothing to do with you,” Valerie said honestly, walking over to the empty desk to get her stuff set up. “It’s nothing to do with him either, really, he’s a good man. It’s just that when you hear over and over again how he’s finally going to bite the bullet and finally approach her like a normal human being every day for two weeks straight, you go a little nuts.”

So Jeff was one of those types. Lucy wasn’t sure if that made the situation more relieving or more irritating.

“Did you catch that, Lucy?” Chantelle purred, now hanging off the edge like Juniper was previously. “Jeff’s a ‘good man.’ What’s stopping you from walking over to him right now and knocking him on his ass? Either physically or emotionally, but I won’t complain either way. Neither will he from the sound of it.”

Lucy made movements like she was going back to her bed, “Even if the man made a living off of rescuing orphaned kittens, that doesn’t mean I’ll magically want to-”

Someone knocking on their door interrupted them, making them pause and stare at it.

“Private Traile?” a voice came from outside. “Someone is requesting you speak with them over the phone.”

Valerie glanced over at her with sympathy, “Traile? As in Callahan Traile’s daughter?”

Who hadn’t heard of her father at this point? “Yep, and I’m guessing you’re already assuming who’s the one making the phone call by that alone, am I right?”

Juniper’s teasing gained an air of pain behind it as they all watched Lucy leave the room and shut the door, “Ouch. And tonight was going so well too.”

Valerie was about to receive what was hopefully the biggest tonal shift of her lifetime. Callahan Traile, while not one of the Founders of the GFD, did a lot to get it off the ground and be as big of a spectacle as it is today. It was no surprise the singular kid he had followed in his footsteps.

If only they realized it was less “following” and more “being walked on a leash.”

Once she was fully situated in a call booth that allowed maximum privacy, she took a deep breath as she stared at the phone. She felt her fingers strain as they bunched up her sleep pants between her knuckles, and it took everything in her power to not just rip the damn thing off the wall and pretend she was busy.

It would be worse if she ignored it, though, so with a lethargic exhale, she picked up the phone and dialed, “Hey Dad.”

For a moment, nothing came through the other side, and Lucy was about to sigh in relief and say tonight was just a false alarm, but then, “Lucille, I saw your recent simulation scores.”

Oh yay, straight to the point was the theme for tonight, “Yes, I’m aware I underperformed and already have plans to rectify it.”

She went from consistently receiving Top 5 scores to now having two weeks in a row where she got 12th and 13th respectively. Really, the whole situation was just one cycle of feeling bad. She felt bad about technically underperforming compared to her usual level, but then she would feel bad about feeling bad because she was still one of the top performers in the entire GDF, why the hell should she be groveling about needing to do better?

Clearly, her father didn’t see that.

“I would hope so,” he spoke matter-of-factly, “but to make things easier, I’ve already worked up some new training regimens for you to begin starting as soon as possible. You should get them within a few days.”

Lucy felt her face heat up from embarrassment, “Dad.”

He tsked so loud she heard it over the static, “No complaints. You should be thankful none of these were real scenarios. Can you even imagine the number of lives you might put in danger if you’re not at your best?”

Lucy could feel her fingers tighten, one set around the phone and the other around the edge of the counter, “Yes, Dad, I’ve thought about it in great detail.”

“Good, I’m happy we’re on the same page,” her father finished the conversation. “Now, it’s off to bed for the both of us. Next week is going to be rough, and I want you in tip-top shape.”

She took another deep breath, this one shakier much to her displeasure, “If that is all you needed, then I hope you have a good rest of your night.”

She could hear him fidget with whatever deceive he was calling with, “I hope you have a good rest of your night as well, Lucille.”

With the sound of the phone call abruptly hanging up ringing in her ears, Lucy shakily put the phone back into the receiver. Could she have one day that wasn’t somewhat of a nightmare? Turning around leaving the privacy booth, she-

Froze, because standing in the doorway staring at her was Jeff Tracy, who seemed to have the same amount of belief as her in terms of him being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Uh,” Tracy stammered. The booths were soundproof, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see the almost-raggedy state she was in, “Everything… okay?”

Welp, it wasn’t like anything could get worse for her tonight, “Just family stuff. Having a bit of a tizzy at the moment.”

Tracy’s fingers fidgeted, like he wanted to grab something but since there wasn’t a thing to grab, he could only grasp the open air. Much like how he couldn’t find the proper words for this conversation, “Well, I’m sorry to hear that. It’s never fun fighting with your family.”

Fighting with your family, what a joke, “I guess you could call it that.”

She was tired, she was cranky, and not even Jeff Tracy being in the room prevented her from sitting down at one of the tables outside the booths for a moment of rest. She leaned back a little, silent and not giving Tracy any kind of attention. He was even about to shrug his shoulders and leave her to her business when she whined and pushed her wrists into her eyes.

“I’m just so sick of it,” she exclaimed to empty silence.

That is, until Tracy's voice sounded out, "Do you still want me to walk away or?"

Looking up from her hands, she was met with Jeff Tracy's concerned face. He seemed to be genuine, not creepily invested or anything. She could also just be tired as hell and exhaustion is ruining her decision-making skills.

"Probably won't matter," she decided. "I highly doubt you can change anything."

Jeff took slow steps forward, testing the waters and making sure he won't get bitten, before sitting down next to her. With the way she was positioned, it made it so he was mostly directly in front of her, "Well, having an ear to vent to never hurt anyone."

She let out a shaky exhale, rubbing her palms against her pants to get rid of the sweat on her palms, “Recently, one of my roommates retired from being a Cadet, and it’s making me realize that I may or may not feel a similar way. I think that this job is not something I’m cut out for.”

Jeff blinked, expecting there to be more that she wanted to say. When there wasn’t, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “Why? The job is incredible! You get to use all this amazing technology and even save lives-”

“That’s the point!” she exclaimed, not angrily. Just exhausted, “It’s so much pressure. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so constant, but it is and it’s gotten to be too much. I thought I could handle it at the start, and I did for a little, but now…” she drifted off, sighing, “It’s a lot.”

Jeff relented to that, “Fair enough. Then why don’t you just quit? They have systems in place for this kind of stuff, don’t they?”

She turned to give him an apathetic yet also displeased stare, “My father is Callahan Traile.”

No immediate response.

“Holy shit,” Jeff whispered before abruptly and loudly clearing his throat. “Right, right, but still, wouldn’t that make it easier? No one can tell his daughter no, yeah? Not unless they want an ass-kicking to Sweden and back.”

Lucy wanted to be irritated, she did, but she couldn’t quite get there. She could tell Jeff simply hadn’t had experience with an overbearing parent, which was a good thing. Fewer situations like hers were genuinely great, but, “He’s the reason I started this job in the first place. I always had a knack for athletics, and being his only child he obviously wanted to capitalize on it. Without consulting me, of course. Now I’m here, getting late-night phone calls from him that do nothing to help my high blood pressure levels.”

Jeff was finally grasping the picture, “He forced you into this career?”

All Lucy could do was nod, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders now that she was finally able to admit this to someone.

You could see the exact moment Jeff had a lightbulb appear in his head, “Oh, yikes, I never thought a man like him would become a parent like that. I would have hoped someone who looked out for others would know how to look out for their own kids, especially in a task as big as the GDF, but my mother always said I was a wishful thinker.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow, subconsciously appreciating being believed immediately without the need for extra explanation, “I’m surprised you’re against him. You’re an accomplished man, I would have thought that you would try to get your hypothetical kids involved in those accomplishments as well.” Why wouldn’t he? If she would admit to anything, it was that they were legitimately amazing feats.

“If they showed interest in my stuff, then yes,” Jeff said with no hesitation. “And if they were good at it too. If they didn’t care then I wouldn’t even think about trying. I’ve been in business for a long time, and after a while, you find that someone somewhat good at their job is just as good as someone who’s really good but doesn’t want to be there. There needs to be a balance, even more so in risky things like this and your father should be aware of this most of all.” He shook his head, thinking, “This needs fixing, starting with you.”

Wait, what?

Jeff looked back at her with the most serious look of the night, “Would you like me to try and get you out? Not for the GDF’s sake, but for yours. The whole point of this operation is to prevent preventable deaths, but that means jack all if they aren’t doing the same for their own goddamn people. What do you say, wanna give your father the biggest wake-up call of his life?”

Lucy was completely caught off guard by the direction this took, “Thanks for your concern, but I highly doubt anyone else is getting my special kind of treatment. We don’t need to make a big stink.”

Jeff shook his head, not accepting that answer, “That’s not good enough. Having one exception to these kinds of things leads to more and more until there’s so many that the rules were obviously not the important part in the first place. Besides, disregarding any safety violation or any other by-the-book reasoning, you simply don’t need to go through this. You don’t ‘deserve it,’ you don’t need to take it to save others, no nothing.”

Okay, Lucy had to question why he was so insistent about this now, “Sure, yes, I’m going to trust the man who’s been interested in me and is super theatrical since forever to look out for my best interests. I was already a good find, but now that you know I’m Callahan Traile’s daughter, I’m absolutely can’t-let-go material, right?”

“I promise, I swear on my career, that I am only doing this because it’s the right thing to do,” Jeff said sincerely, bringing his hands around to hold one of hers. “I don’t care if you don’t talk to me for the rest of our lives after this, I just want to make sure you have the same opportunities as everyone else does, and you can’t have that when you’re being forced into a life you don’t want.”

Lucy slowly started to believe him, but you couldn’t blame her for being pessimistic, “How do I know you aren’t just pulling stuff out of your ass?”

Jeff took a deep breath before choosing his words very carefully, “Back when I was in college, I had a nasty falling out with a friend. I’m talking ‘we never spoke afterward’ falling out. He disappeared for a few weeks, but I was still concerned about him, because I would have hated for him to have gotten hurt. Eventually, our dorm caught on fire, and with the help of some other friends of mine, we got everyone out. In that process, we learned our ex-friend was inside where the worst of the fire was, and that he was the one that set the place ablaze.”

Lucy gasped.

“But I still attempted to save him,” Jeff continued. “Because he needed to answer questions, because dying in a fire sounds awful, because he was still human and deserved a chance to live a better life the next day. I was able to get him out, but he disappeared again soon afterward. We haven’t heard from him since, and we only hope that it was to start a new life and not plan to try something so dangerous once more.”

Lucille stared at Jeff Tracy in silence, unable to say any words.

Jeff sighed after a few seconds, squeezing her hand reassuringly, “I have no way to prove this to you. For all you know, I’m just making myself out to be the big and grand upstanding hero looking for hot women to fawn all over me. The point wasn’t that. The point was that I think everyone deserves to be offered help no matter how I personally feel about them. Positive or negative, everyone needs someone in their corner.”

Lucy finally came up with her answer, “I believe you.”

Jeff blinked, “Really? Wait, that came out wrong-”

Despite the odds, Lucy found herself giggling, “Don’t worry, I get it. If you’re serious about wanting to help me, then I’ll take it.”

Now it was Jeff’s turn to be nearly speechless, “Are you sure?”

Lucy made a noise that was between a laugh and a cry, “At this point? Yes. I love my dad, I really do, but I don’t want to be ambitious like he is. I don’t have grand and upstanding dreams like he wants me to have. I want to just settle down somewhere, maybe even garden a little. The life where you can end up on the news every week is just so… intense.”

Jeff paused for a moment to fully grasp that he wasn’t being turned down. “That’s understandable,” he said genuinely, humming after as he thought hard about something. “Alright, I think I have a plan.”

Said plan included getting the two of them away from the GDF for a week on an unplanned vacation. Turns out, Chantelle might have had a point about having a rich person help you do what you wanted. She was never told the details, but she knew it had a lot to do with Jeff’s crazy amounts of “influence.”

“Is this legal?” she asked only when they were on a plane flight to Kansas.

Jeff chuckled as he leaned back in his seat, “Maybe not, but don’t worry. I made sure our places in the GDF were covered by people who would treat them with the highest level of care. I would never dip out on such an important job like ours for no reason, and especially not if I don’t have something to make up for my absence.”

Hmm, maybe he wasn’t the complete and total flaunty caricature she thought he was.

As for why they were going to Kansas for some reason, Jeff finally explained during the taxi ride away from the airport.

“Whenever I’m overwhelmed,” he began, “I always find that going back to my roots makes me feel better. Considering your ‘roots’ probably won’t provide the same feeling, I figured I could share.”

She was taken to an average-sized farm, surrounded by lush trees and beautiful rolling hills. Waiting on the porch was a middle-aged woman, blonde hair falling straight down to her shoulders. She held her arms open for Jeff to flop into them, “Ah, Jeffie, I was getting worried you were forgetting about me.”

Jeff grinned, leaning out of her hold, “Of course not. I’ve just recently gotten a little busy.” He gestured to Lucy, “Mom, meet Lucille. She needed some time off and I thought I would provide it.” He then turned to her, “Lucille, meet my mother, Sally. She’s been the one-woman-show running this operation of a farm for the past ten years.”

Lucy finally felt comfortable enough to walk up the steps to stand on the porch, holding her hand out for Sally to shake and instead getting met with a giant hug. In any other scenario, Lucy probably would have sweep-kicked her assailant. However, this time she simply hugged back, and not just because Sally was an older lady.

“It’s such a joy to meet you,” Sally said, breaking the hug but leaving her hands on Lucy’s shoulders, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Huh?

Before Lucy could ask about that, Jeff cleared his throat obnoxiously, “Well, I do believe both of us are tuckered out from the flight. If you don’t mind, I’ll show Lucy her room and then order dinner. How do you feel about that one Mongolian place we enjoy?”

With that, Lucy was shown where they would sleep and given takeout food unlike anything she had ever tasted. A few days into her stay and a missed call from her dad, Jeff elaborated on his plan a little more. Lucy was already okay with staying at his place, but hearing extra details never hurt anyone.

"Obviously, your father can't do much now that you're an adult," he elaborated, "but I do worry his level of influence and power won't help in making your life easier. I figured if he wanted to risk getting petty, not only would he be overstepping your authority as an adult-"

"-he would be going after you, a random person who doesn't have the excuse of being a family member," Lucy finished.

Jeff smirked, "If he wants to come onto our property to talk, then, by all means, he better be here to just talk. Any more than that and he has the threat of a lawsuit bigger than the entire GDF, and knowing him he's smart enough to not try anything on that level."

Lucy knew deep down that her dad wasn't that bad, but she also knew that every day he was getting more unpredictable. Maybe it was selfish, but it was nice to finally feel like someone was willing to put their life between hers and her father's. Especially at a time like this.

Eventually, more missed calls came into play, and Lucy realized that if she wanted this to be finished she would need to put her foot down. She agreed to meet at a neutral location, a local bar in town. She hoped that being in public would be the last little bit of influence her dad would take into consideration to keep things civil.

Throughout it all, Sally and Jeff stood by her side.

Sally stayed out in the car while Jeff went into the bar with her, never overstepping into what was her fight. She never truly realized just how much she appreciated his silent but present support. He was standing slightly behind her and her booth as she hashed it out with her dad once and for all.

She always wanted to go back to that bar and ask the regulars what it must have been like seeing Jeff Tracy and Callahan Traile in the same room.

"-s out of character for you!" Her dad thankfully kept it civil, but not calm, "You've been nothing but well trained since forever, and now all of a sudden you get a rich boyfriend and everything has gone kaput! I was hoping when you found someone, it wouldn't be a sleazy money bag who-"

"You don't understand a single thing about this situation," she found herself getting more offended on Jeff’s behalf than her own somehow. "Jeff Tracy is a good man who offered his help after I realized I was getting tired of your antics, nothing more, nothing less, which you might have understood if you had ever taken ten seconds out of your day to ask me how I feel!"

(If she turned around at all during the convo, she would have seen a flustered Jeff, not prepared to hear someone call him her "boyfriend" so abruptly.)

She preferred not to think about much of that week anymore. All she knew was that she was able to scrounge up enough respect (or at least pity) from her father to loosen the reins. She agreed to finish out her stint at the GDF because she liked the job, just not the constant pressure, and then her father would back off. She would be free to continue her life however she wanted.

Her father would sometimes reach out to her, which she appreciated, but ultimately their relationship stayed strained. Too much worry about things going back to being the way they used to be prevented her from fully closing the gap. It was unfortunate, but she supposed that's how life tended to be as well.

Once she and Jeff went back to work, she was surprised to find herself missing him. He stayed true to his word, not demanding anything from her as some kind of "payment." He was genuine in his want to help her at most and leave it at that, though he did wave hello at her when they occasionally crossed paths.

He was a funny guy and had lots of stories to tell and advice to give. She didn't have many friends outside her roommates, and the week she spent at the Tracy Farm convinced her that she wanted more. So she ended up being who sought him out. It was mind-boggling to the other Cadets, that stone-faced Traile was actively wanting to hang out with dorky Tracy. What could she say to that? He was nice. Certainly, she made exceptions like this before?

It wasn't until Chantelle gave her a look and Juniper said "Eyo, honey, I thought you said you would never like him" did Lucy finally have her oh moment.

A few weeks into their blooming bud of a relationship, Lucy still wasn't sure what was more of a surprise: her being the one to initiate their first kiss, or Valerie being the only one that believed she would eventually and excitedly agree to put a ring on her finger.

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A lifetime of hearing babies and children cry led to Lucy absolutely hating the sound.

But now, here on her and her husband’s farmhouse? It was possibly one of the best noises ever. A sweeter medley than even the most talented of orchestras could play.

Because the one making the noise was a pudgy little thing, just born into the world thanks to Lucy’s determination and her mother-in-law’s assistance. If you asked Lucy all those years ago that she would give birth to a healthy baby boy, then she would have given you the stink eye, assuming you were trying to flirt with her. Not that she didn’t want to, but considering her circumstances at the time, you couldn’t blame her for being less focused on that particular dream compared to others.

“Welp, now that the hard part is over,” Sally sighed, wiping her head with her forearm, “I should go and get that giddy son of mine in here to help you out with the rest.”

Lucy sighed happily, vaguely listening to Sally get up and leave the room. She was too busy focusing on her brand new baby boy in her arms and getting him to relax. With careful rocking and motherly shushes, the baby’s sobs slowly petered away into simple sniffles.

She somehow managed to achieve quietness right as rapid but gentle footsteps made their way into the room, followed by a man’s voice, “Oh. Oh wow.”

Lucy smiled, still looking at their son, “Glad to see you finally join us. I was starting to think you were having second thoughts.”

“Well, forgive me for knowing my strengths and weaknesses,” Jeff playfully retorted back, “and realizing I would not be the best at handling childbirth and didn’t want to hurt you or the baby.”

Lucy rolled her eyes as she felt a chest press against her back, and it was here she finally glanced away from the baby for the first time so she could turn and press a kiss to her husband’s lips, “You could never hurt me.”

Jeff leaned into the kiss with a grin before breaking off, letting Lucy go back to staring at their son. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to stare a little bit either, “He’s beautiful, Luce. You did an amazing job as always.”

Suddenly, taking both their breaths away, was the baby opening his eyes for the first time. A radiant blue color absorbed their attention completely. Lucy cooed, “I’m struggling to think of what to name him. There are just too many choices.”

Jeff reached forward so their new son could reach out and blindly grasp his finger, “I was thinking something like Malcolm.”

A moment of silence.

“Absolutely not,” Lucy decided.

Jeff sputtered, “What? What’s wrong with that?”

Lucy shook her head fondly, but her eye roll did have a hint of annoyance, “I heard you talking to your mother a few weeks ago about your ideas on the naming convention for our family. I’m sorry, but Malcolm is a name I refuse to touch with a ten-foot pole.”

Jeff, instead of being chastised, smirked, “So you’re saying that you’re not objecting to naming them after famous astronauts?”

Lucy huffed, almost indignantly refusing to answer that question. “You know, Scott would be a nice name.”

Another moment of silence.

“Yeah, that does sound nice,” Jeff agreed. “Welcome to the world, Scott.”

Lucy knew her husband enough to easily picture the full name. Scott Carpenter Tracy, the newest addition to the family bloodline.

“He has your eyes,” Lucy quietly pointed out.

Jeff hummed, “He kind of does.”

Lucy made a similar hum, “So are you just going to steal all the ‘they look like you points’ from me, or will I get a turn?”

Jeff laughed, shaking his hand a little, making baby Scott gurgle happily, “Don’t worry, if we have another, I’ll make sure you’ll have your moment.”

“I think you mean when, Jeff,” Lucy corrected.

Jeff froze for a second before lightly shaking his head, unable to comprehend how he got so lucky to have her in his life, “Of course, honey. When the next one comes, which I may or may not be looking super forward to, they’ll be sculpted exactly to your liking as much as you want.”

Lucy loved the sound of that.

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“You two need to calm down,” Lucy tried to play the diffuser. Quietly, so she didn’t wake Alan—who she was holding—from his much-needed rest. The moment he gave her his puppy-dog eyes combined with his flushed cheeks from his fever, well, she was always soft toward her children.

Scott and Gordon were hanging out, having fun playing a board game, when it seemed like Scott brought up the small elephant in the room that was Gordon’s feelings toward the newest Tracy. Now the two of them were locked in a glaring contest only to be interrupted by their mom. Scott was indignant, “But it’s been three years! He needs to get over it!”

Lucy giggled, “I seem to recall you feeling a similar way toward John when he was born.”

Scott immediately became chastised, and Gordon’s grin way more smug.

“Scott does have a point as well, though,” Lucy reasoned. “Sweetie, I don’t know how many times I need to say it, but a new baby in the family doesn’t mean you’re being replaced. Look at all your brothers before you; we didn’t stop giving attention to Virgil when you were born, did we?”

Gordon puffed his cheeks and crossed his arms, “But what if it’s different?”

Lucy sat down next to Gordon on the couch, sandwiching him between her and Scott, “Different how?”

“I don’t know!” Gordon exclaimed. Then, he was much quieter, “I don’t know. I just feel like it will be.”

Lucy pulled him in closer, carefully adjusting Alan so they each took up one side of her, “I know Alan was a surprise for all of us when I found out I was going to have him, I get that there were some life-long plans we had in mind that we needed to readjust when a sudden fifth came along, but you know your mom and dad are experts at handling surprises, yeah? Things are different, but nothing is new. We are the Tracys, we are a family, and no one gets left behind with family.”

Gordon let out squeaky laughs as she pinched his cheek and playfully pulled, and it was hard for Scott to not smile at the sight as well. However, something felt… off. He looked around, and when he was able to put his finger on it, he asked, “Hey, mom? Do you hear that?”

Lucy paused and proceeded to do the same sort of prairie dog movement as her son. She lifted her head and glanced around the cabin. At first, nothing came across as weird or wrong, and she was going to try and soothe Scott’s worry, but then her ears finally caught the vague noise of rumbling. Things in their building seemed to vibrate more and more the longer she stared at them, and it was with sudden, horrifying clarity that she realized what was about to happen to her kids.

She turned back to them, and the last thing she saw was her two sons looking at her with fear, “Boys-”

A lot of it was cold, a lot of it was dark, but at the very least, she was able to take comfort in a voice telling her that her kids would be taken care of and kept safe.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #lucille tracy #lucy tracy #jeff tracy #grandma tracy #scott tracy #gordon tracy #my post #my fic #series: rules of alchemy

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i-did-not-mean-to · 3 years ago

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my apologies for sending so many asks 🥲 but I’m emotionally invested in Ori x Mari story. How about a train/airport scene where a slightly older Ori says goodbye to slightly older Mari since she’s studying abroad or moving way but they promise they will see each again 🤔

My friend...

Here are another 1,1 k words about Ori and Mari then :D

You chose the subject and goodbyes are always a bit sad...

And here the amazingly heart-breaking artwork by @estethell 😭😭😭

Goodbye but not farewell

Words: 1,1 k

Warning: a bit sad, mention of death

Characters : Ori x Mari

She would not cry, Mari told herself, she was too old to cry, and moreover, it was undignified.

“You’ll take care of yourself, yes?” Ori asked for the umpteenth time while pulling her suitcase down the long, deserted platform in the chilly morning air.

“I am not a pebble,” Mari tried to laugh but her voice sounded hollow and forced. His head snapped up almost immediately, his dark eyes drilling into hers with alarm and sorrow giving them a glossy sheen; Ori was her best friend and – of course – he knew when she was lying.

“Be good, work hard,” Mari tried to make her voice stronger and louder, but the mere attempt gave her away, for she was a soft-spoken dam.

Many people avoided her – thinking that she was touched by some sinister power – and she let them believe that she was somehow magical; it was always better than the awfully boring truth that her fragile health had never really been overcome.

Ori and his family were the only ones to know that she was not a recluse; she simply wasn’t hale enough to undertake long strolls in bad weather.

Finally, it had been decided that she would move – at least for a time – to a warmer, more clement climate to recover from the last bad bout of illness.

As much as Ori hated seeing her leave him, he couldn’t keep her here – where the winds were as sharp as blades and the cold bit with a thousand needle-like fangs – when it would ultimately end up killing her; at least, if she moved away, he could tell himself that she was alive and that there would be a way for him to see her again.

“You’ll remember me, yes?” Ori pleaded, wishing his own voice didn’t sound as unsteady and tremulous; he needed to be strong for her so she could leave without looking back. Staying would mean accepting the certain fate of a short, miserable, isolated life wrecked by illness with his friendship as only solace.

What a pitiful measure of comfort that had to be.

“Pack up warmly,” he whispered when she didn’t reply, “and write me a letter…or two…or as many as you manage to write.”

That made Mari smile genuinely for the first time on this day.

“Of course, I have no other friends but you,” she replied, hugging that bony, soft frame she knew as well as her own body as tightly as she could.

“I have been selfish, haven’t I? Keeping you all to myself?” Ori smiled ruefully.

“I have never wanted any other friends,” Mari grinned, “you were all I needed and Mahal, how my heart bleeds to imagine being without you.”

A sharp pain pierced Ori’s heart at that but – no matter how much he yearned to throw himself at her feet and beg her not to go – he mustered up that brave, crooked smile she would see through immediately as he swore that they would meet again.

“You have a destiny to fulfil, my sweet friend,” Mari sighed, “and I have a death to meet. I might have cheated it for too long.”

“No,” his voice rang out like a bell, “no, if you’re leaving me – heartbroken beyond your wildest imaginations – it is because you’ll preserve your life that way.”

Mari laughed through the tears she couldn’t keep at bay despite her best efforts.

“What am I to live for now? Who is going to read to me when I’m too tired to get up? Who is going to make sure I eat even when the thought of food makes me nauseous? Who’s going to hold my hand so I can walk a few steps in the fresh air and the bright sunlight?”

“You won’t need that anymore,” Ori tried to assuage her fears, “you’ll get better and you’ll grow stronger!”

At least, that was what he hoped for with all his might; the mere idea that this would not work was unbearable to him. No, Mari – who had not missed a single one of his readings or forgotten his birthday even once – would be healthy, hale, and happy. She had to be. She deserved to be. He willed her to be.

“My dear friend,” Mari smiled, “my only friend really, is an ailing heart less lethal than a failing body? I guess we shall find out.”

“Mari?” as she was about to board the train – despicable metal dragon about to abduct what he held dearest in this world – he called her back.

“We shall meet again, promise me this,” he pleaded. Her hands were still so narrow and cold in his own; he had seen those fingers intertwined with his for decades, and he could barely recognise his empty palm without them.

“In this life or the next,” Mari whispered, breaking the only rule she had ever held on to in her long friendship with Ori by leaning forward and pressing her lips against his brow, “my soul will recognise yours.”

“Don’t die,” he coughed against the tears of despair and loss scratching his throat raw on the inside, “Mari, at least try. I shall come next summer, next month, next week. Call and I’ll come. I’ll work and save, I swear, just…wait for me!”

“My sweetling,” Mari breathed in that wholesome, sweet smell one last time, “I shall always wait for you.”

And with those words, she boarded the train without looking back.

A soft tap on her window made her flinch, the words unspoken bubbling to the surface inexorably as she saw that face that had been her constant companion, her deepest solace, and her truest love since her early childhood.

Cracking open the tiny top window, she heard him repeat all his good advice.

“I love you,” she said, loud and clear, “I have always loved you and I might never have loved anyone else half as much. Thank you for being the best friend any living soul has ever had.”

“Let me be your friend a little longer, let me be your friend until we’re old and grey, let me be your friend until I forget my own name but still remember yours,” he pleaded, pressing that hand that had supported, fed, and comforted her through the years against the cold glass.

She would stare at the faint impression throughout her whole journey, Mari knew, she would trace it like she caressed the scar on her knee from when they had climbed an apple tree and fallen off or the lingering taste of his hot chocolate.

“We’ll see, Ori dear, we’ll see. Goodbye for now, I shall write to you and yes, I shall remember you always,” she spoke hastily as the train started moving.

“Goodbye Mari, always goodbye and never farewell,” he screamed at the detestable contraption picking up speed.

Long did he stand there, looking at the plumes of smoke until they dissipated into the grey sky, hoping he might see her – alive and well – very soon.

First part of this : here

#fotfics #the hobbit #fotfics bingo #february challenge #fluffy prompts #love #fanfiction #ori #ori the dwarf #writing #sadness #goodbyes

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steve0discusses · 3 years ago

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Yugioh S5 Ep 20: Pharaoh’s Cool New Trick

Digging my way through quite a pile of commission work (funny how these things only come all at once or not at all), nearing the light at the end of the tunnel, was looking forward to some free time to catch up on my many little side projects when I was asked to take off for a weekend to do some cat-sitting to which I would NEVER say no to a cat, so like...Rip this blog I guess, we only update like once a week nowadays, but what do you do?

That’s right, play Puzzles and Dragons! The only phone game worth paying any attention to! Where they just released Pegasus on their Yugioh Collab and he looks pretty great!

So I’m just gonna take a second for some art appreciation, because the Puzzles and Dragons art team is just A++++ honestly, and yes, I did pull 13 times to get a Pegasus in my monster box, and yes, he is a completely insane team leader that is absolutely broken when paired with Yugi (the numbers are so satisfying) but...look at him. He looks so good!

(also I finally got Joey Wheeler, and so now my gatcha cravings are settled. And, don’t worry, I play this game so much that I was there during Christmas when they offered like a bajillion stones for free so I didn’t actually use real money on this.)

Now PAD also released a Weevil and Rex, and I don’t know why, and neither does the art team because they still look pretty good but in comparison to all the mains, they sure do looks like just some shorty guys in some casuals.

though I gotta admit, I want to learn how the hell this art team does swooshy effects, because man, that would make my art so much better to just have flames violently exploding out of all my art. Why am I not doing that more often? I have the technology.

anyway, I didn’t bother trying to pull them. Maybe I’ll accidentally pull them when they eventually release a Duke Devlin. (also, RIP to the fact that Roland will probably never be in Puzzles and Dragons but like...I can only send them so many polite letters covered in stickers pretending I’m some 10 year old child and writing in my broken Hiragana “Roland in PAD?”. Thems the breaks. (They also might not remember who Roland is.))

Shoutouts to the card that Weevil is holding that is censoring this nipple on the booby spider, PS.

So because this is not actually a Puzzles and Dragons blog, and it’s been ten eons since I regularly updated so I could remember episode to episode...where the hell were we?

That’s right, we’re on an island now. This show’s wonderful obsession with evil islands (and spoiler, this is one of the few Yugioh Islands that doesn’t explode at the end. Mostly because Kaiba isn’t here to do it or this place would be cinder)

(read more island stuff under the cut)

Anyway, after announcing “hey guys! Screw islands!” Yugi immediately collapses and without any warning.

Apparently the armor is a big ol parasite, which is something that Yugi is so used to at this point that he refuses to admit that this is a problem. Just normal Muto stuff, refusing to tell anyone that he has a serious illness going on underneath that giant mass of hair.

(the sailor moon vibes coming off this weird orb energy)

Sort of feels like a call back to S1 when Yugi was clearly possessed and everyone else was like “He acting weird to you?” except it’s S5 and everyone has learned to never trust Yugi when he says he’s fine and they are responding like he is about to die. Which is correct.

Outside of the cave falls this scroll that is...glowing, I guess. So they open it up and get a bunch of hieroglyphs that give them the “riddle of light” and like youknow...it’s riddle stuff.

They’re doing this riddle for “wings.” And it’s like...everyone’s monster here has a set of wings or an ability to fly. Every single monster except for I dunno, flaming swordsman? Hell, Yugi himself had two sets of wings when he fused with Dark Magician (which was weird, and I still don’t like to think about what technically was going on there.) But we have to go and get ourselves even more wings.

Weirdly, Joey turns to Tea and does something that in any other show would be completely normal. He was like “you want to stay here with Yugi, don’t you?” and it was the first time Joey has ever actually addressed the fact that Tea and Yugi are close. Uncharted territory. I was amazed at the amount of casual shipping that is happening here. It’s almost like a normal ass relationship.

So the boys decide to go off, and be boys and tackle this themselves. And they shouldn’t have, because Tea is smart for this group, and also has the only healing spell.

Like if you’re playing D+D you wouldn’t typically leave your only healer behind. Just saying.

Also like...Grandpa Muto went with them? I guess he’d have to since he’s the translator but also...kind of weird to leave your grandson dying in a cave, but maybe that’s just the Muto lifestyle.

Do not be fooled by my caps, no one has addressed the Bakura in the puzzle for 3 seasons. I’m starting to think this show will never address the Bakura in the puzzle. Which honestly, that would be hilarious if they made a big deal out of that plot point and then couldn’t use it in the end.

And speaking of plot points that kind of come out of nowhere and don’t make full sense with the continuity of the show--Joey has regressed back to the 4th grade.

Hey show? What?

So like if you love Joey, this is not the arc for you, because this arc he is reduced to a Himbo and nothing else. Straight up didn’t know what an echo is, but is very strong and pretty, I guess.

This inevitably happens with any TV show becuase different people make different parts, and I’ve brought up before that sometimes it feels like some teams only have loose post-it notes of what any character should be like at any given point (ESPECIALLY with Seto Kaiba’s timeline) but like...

...Personally I’m mot so fond of this interpretation of Joey, kind of ignores Joey’s best traits, and makes Tristan look way too smart in comparison (and like I always pinned Tristan to be the Himbo of the group, but maybe it’s because they give Tristan so little else to do?)

And like don’t get me wrong, Joey’s a dumbass a lot of the time and needs to get corrected by his pals...but...to the point he doesn’t know what an echo is? He’s a dumbass in a High School student sort of way, youknow?

Anyway, they get down to this big ravine, and they have to destroy this stone while the light passes over it. Kind of feels like a Breath of the Wild shrine quest, actually. In fact, I think Breath of the Wild recycled the shadow/sunlight pathing quest like 4 or 5 times. (I love Breath of the Wild to death but boy did they run out of ideas at the end there.)

They have to fight a glass monster and it’s kind of like...do you know the game Balls 3D? probably not, but it looked like a bunch of random shapes stuck together like a 90′s animation. They basically went to war with shapes.

Pure Himbo energy, has several pokemon, but punches for his pokemon instead of using them. A power move if I ever saw one.

Youknow that would make pokemon a lot more interesting if you could like throw out your pikachu, and then choose to just physically run up to your opponents Eevee and sock it in the jaw. Raise of hands--I know you all would love a version of pokemon like that. Let Ash Ketchum punch a Ratata.

Bro has informed me that Ash does do something like this in the anime. But I’m not talking about the anime, I’m talking about the video game. Give me the option to physically combat my rival. This is what I want, Pokemon.

They discover a way to break the monolith, and the show thinks we’re like actually 7 years old (because the show is Y7, although I forget because it deals with so many dark themes) so the show is going to hold on to this puzzle for a while...just to fill time. And it’s fine because we gotta switch over to Pharaoh anyway.

Yami has this dream again. He attempts to fuse with Dark magician to overcome the dream, but alas, he is still not strong enough.

Yugi wakes up in this murky cave while Tea is out washing out like...some rag? (he’s also still got a rag, so I guess multiple rags were required for how sweaty Yugi is.)

Yugi says “I feel like I’m a new man!” a lot in this episode, and every time he calls himself a man like he’s some sort of adult it’s very funny to me.

And then this plot lore dropped.

I mean I guess inevitably it had to happen...

But man, end of an era. It was freakin hilarious while it lasted: that Pharaoh refused to read ancient Egyptian because it’s like 2002 and he is a High Schooler living in Japan and he actually doesn’t WANT to resolve the mystery of the puzzle. Maybe the people who made this arc don’t know about how in S2 and S3, the fact Pharaoh couldn’t read Marik’s back tatt was like...a really big issue. He couldn’t read the God card, he couldn’t even read that massive tablet that read “HEY PHARAOH THIS IS LITERALLY YOU”. KAIBA had to tell him how to read the God card for him. Freakin Seto “Magic is a lie” Kaiba had to tell him how to use the God Card because Pharaoh couldn’t read it.

But like...Pharaoh finally gave in at some point after the world was devoured by the Leviathan, and before Kaiba finished building Kaibaland (which was already built in S1 but wtv)

The timelines on this show have always been a mishmash...but this one is just like...

...show are you trying to convince me that at any point in this show after season Zero, Pharaoh had any idea what he was doing? Did he sap that brain energy straight out of Joey Wheeler so he could do this?

Wow.

(secretly hoping he forgets how to read Egyptian after this arc is over and the show goes back to the other development team)

Pharaohs reasoning is that, if this is the riddle of the light.....

....then where is the riddle of darkness????????????

and when Tea was like “Pharaoh that is not even remotely logic. Omg it’s so bright outside, lets go back to gross cave.” and Pharaoh was like “Tea! You got it!” and she was like “What the hell are you talking about?”

Not gonna lie, I saw the Orichalcos green, and I got concerned.

Anyway, Yugi gets very frustrated and was like “ugh, lets go save em. They’re gonna die (again.)” and marches down there as if he didn’t pass out an hour ago.

And he fuses with Dark Magician again while everyone else (including his grandpa) was like “Yugi are you freakin kidding me? The suit freakin kills you omg! Tea you had one freakin job!”

And then we get the plot twist that...I mean it makes sense but it was choreographed in a confusing way.

And out of no where this guy shows up again:

So this mysterious man shows up and says “If you don’t succeed you have to live here forever” which...nice...that would probably save the world a lot of problems if Yami got locked away and took his OP puzzle with him. And then this man also says “if you do succeed you become VERY POWERFUL” and Yami was like. “...”

This whole episode had a theme to it, where Tristan and Joey were trying to prove that they could do things on their own and without Yugi’s help. And honestly...felt a little bit misplaced. Yami’s the same guy who murdered Yugi last season with the Orichalcos so like...

...I mean he is probably more reliable than Tristan who once died and turned into a robot monkey for 10ish episodes.

and then they flew into a glowing door.

Folks, this was wild to look at.

This is wild.

And at this point I closed Photoshop and thought I was done. But then I looked at my timeline on the video and was like...wait...there’s more?

and I’m really glad I kept watching because it went back to Alex, who...is apparently just still at those steps in this haunted ass Pyramid.

Now we’re watching Yugioh.

I forgot for a second when they turned Joey into a Himbo and made Pharaoh literate, but we’re back. I mean...

...look at the liner art on this adult man.

So...I posit the question...has Alex spent the last 2-3 episodes doing nothing but applying eyeliner to his face in the dark? Because he absolutely has. And honestly, the vibe of being in a spooky haunted pyramid with barely any light, just applying eyeliner down the edge of your face...that’s a Yugioh vibe, if I ever saw one.

This arc is wild. Anyway, next episode we do even more fetch quests and riddles? Just going to guess now that we probably will.

(and for those new here, this is a link so you can read them from the top. Which, since we’re in S5, means you got like...hours of Yugioh content to read through. Enjoy the rewards of my weird hobby.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#Yugioh #Yu-Gi-Oh #yami yugi #S5 #Ep20 #It's actually Ep 20 now I was wrong last time #Yugi muto #Grandpa Muto #Alexander the Great #Joey Wheeler #Tristan Taylor #Tea Gardner #TeaxYugi #never thought I would ever use that tag #in this show where they are canonically dating but sometimes it happens #Puzzles and Dragons #Because yes I had to talk about it. This collab is great

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suzu-kun22 · 4 years ago

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Not Quite Invincible

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30488721

Prompt: Hallucinations Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Pairings: Nanago, Satosugu Warnings: Illness, mentions of past canonical character death Summary: Nanami returns home to find a sick and delusional Gojou, talking to his long-gone best friend.

@badthingshappenbingo

If there are any specific prompts you’d like me to write and any specific scenarios/fandoms/pairings you’d like me to write for, just send in an ask!

Story below the cut!

To most, Gojou Satoru seems invincible.

To most that encounter him, he seems as though nothing bothers him. He doesn’t seem to know how to take a hit, what with an ability that stops just about everything from making contact and a tendency to reach speeds incomprehensible to most human eyes. To most, he is flawless. A beacon of hope. The pillar that holds up the feeble roof of Jujutsu Sorcery. Were it not for Gojou Satoru, would the institution even still be standing? It’s a question that has been posed many times, and yet it’s never one that Nanami Kento has seen answered in a way he finds satisfactory.

Still, for all of his power, for all of his strength, and for as many opponents that have fallen to Gojou Satoru, there are still things that even one such as he is weak to. There are still things that can leave him as vulnerable as the child that he pretends to be. There are still things that steal that confidence from his voice and leave him doing just about everything that he possibly can to cover up the shaking that’s left in its wake.

Apparently, Nanami Kento is one of few privileged enough to see it.

“What are you doing in my house?” Nanami asks with eyes narrowed and arms crossed over his chest. He had walked through the door to find a pair of shoes that were most certainly not his and a pitch black coat hanging on one of his hooks. Nanami owned nothing black. He had discovered, while working in a boring office where the only goal was money, money, and more money, that black made him look far too uptight, and made him feel the same way. If he was going to be saving people, he would be better served wearing a less depressing color.

There’s only one person who Nanami knows well enough to suspect them of being in his house, who also wears a black coat and... whatever the hell those shoes even are. How frustratingly annoying, that it’s also the man known for his ability to inflict just about anyone he speaks to with a migraine that just might last days, depending on his mood. If Gojou Satoru is feeling particularly annoying today, then Nanami will have to make sure to stock up on painkillers. If he’s feeling just mildly frustrating, then perhaps Nanami will manage to kick him out the door with minimal incident.

“Hmmmmm…?” There’s a long hum coming from the lump on Nanami’s couch. Wrapped up in blankets, Nanami can barely make out a head of ethereally white hair resting against one of his throw pillows. “…oh, you’re home?” The voice is familiar, but also not. It’s obviously the voice of Gojou Satoru. There’s no way that Nanami would ever be able to mistake that voice for anyone else. And yet, there’s something off about it. Something shaky, quiet, weak, vulnerable, and maybe just a bit broken.

“Yes. What are you doing in my house?” Nanami repeats his question, and there’s a long minute with no answer. Then the pile of blankets shifts, groans, and settles once again. This is going to take a while, it seems. “Are you going to answer me, or are we going to stand here all night?”

“…head hurts.” The pile mumbles. “Stop talking so loud–“ A hand pokes itself out from the mountain and waves at Nanami, as though asking him to quiet down. “–Shouko said… uhhh… somethin’ about sleeping until it goes away,” Gojou’s voice says with an edge to it that Nanami doesn’t recognize and most certainly doesn’t like. He furrows his brow, reaches down, and shakes the pile until it lets out another loud groaning sound and rolls over. Finally, there’s Gojou Satoru’s face. His signature blindfold is nowhere to be seen. His hair is even more disheveled than normal. His eyes are squeezed firmly shut and Nanami can make out beads of sweat on his brow. His skin is flushed, and Nanami would be willing to bet that those scarily blue eyes hidden behind lids are glassy.

“You’re sick.” Nanami states, and Gojou seems to flinch at the statement. “Why did you not go home?” Nanami asks with a raised eyebrow. Gojou lets out yet another groan and rolls over, tucking his face into the back of the sofa and hiding himself from view once again. Honestly, what a child. He can’t even be bothered to look Nanami in the eyes when they’re speaking. “Gojou–“

“Satoru.” Gojou interrupts. “When’d… When did you stop callin’ me that..?”

Nanami blinks. He stares, for a moment, unsure of what to do. As far as he remembers, he’s never used Gojou’s given name. Certainly never to his face. He reaches a hand forward, trying to rest it on Gojou’s forehead to feel for a temperature. The moment his fingers brush against the man’s hair, however, Gojou almost seems to jump away. Nanami pulls his hand back. Stares, for a moment, before reaching forward again and this time managing to rest his fingers against Gojou’s forehead. He doesn’t pull back, despite the intensity of the burning that he finds there.

“Mmmmm…” Gojou hums. “…your hand’s cold, Suguru.” He whispers, and it gives Nanami pause. Of course it does. What else is he meant to do, in response to that?

“Gojou, I’m not Getou.” Nanami says, because he can’t think of anything else to say. Gojou has a fever – which was obvious even before Nanami rested a hand on his forehead – which seems to be high enough to be giving him delusions. Nanami wonders, briefly, how the older of the two of them could be irresponsible enough to let himself get so sick. Then he remembers that the older of the two of them is Gojou Satoru, infamous for his strength and his complete and total lack of responsibility. “Why did you come here?”

“Missed you,” Gojou mumbles. “Ahhhh, prolly shouldn’t have said that. You’ll never let me live it down,” Gojou laughs. It’s humorless. Nanami hates the sound of it. “…Shouko said somethin’ about staying in bed… but bed is super boring when you’re alone,” He grumbles, turning his head as though going to look up, but his eyes stay firmly closed. Nanami wonders, absently, if the six eyes serve to worsen his headache or improve it. “…been a while since we could hang out, Suguru. How’s the afterlife treating you?” Gojou’s lips quirk up, into a smirk. Nanami could spot how fake it is from a mile away. “Having fun in hell?”

“Gojou.”

“Awww, c’mon!” There’s a shakiness to the happy tone that Nanami is certain most would miss. Most, however, haven’t known Gojou Satoru quite as long as Nanami Kento has. Most would assume that he’s playing some sick game with himself that no one else is allowed to get in on. Nanami knows better. “…j-just cause I killed you… d-doesn’t mean that we can’t still…” Gojou breathes a heavy exhale. As though something is pressing on his chest and Gojou can’t quite shake it. Nanami sighs. No matter what he says, it doesn’t seem to be working. For now, he might as well try and do something about the fever.

Gojou continues mumbling. Nanami crosses the living room and makes for the nearest bathroom. Once inside, he collects a rag and a basin, quickly filling it with cool water and allowing the rag to soak in it for a moment. With a sigh, Nanami lifts the basin and makes his way back to the sofa. Gojou has shifted slightly. His eyes are still closed, but he’s lying on his back now. One arm is slung over the back of the couch, and the other is resting on the floor. Normally, Nanami would comment on what a messy pose it is. Now is not normally.

“Stay still,” Nanami commands, setting the basin down beside the sofa. Gojou mumbles something that Nanami can’t quite make out – aside from the use of the name Suguru once again – but otherwise complies. What a strange sight, a Gojou Satoru who actually follows orders.

Nanami lays the damp folded cloth over Gojou’s forehead. It causes the white-haired sorcerer’s brow to furrow and his lips to twist into something of a grimace, but he doesn’t complain. The thought briefly crosses Nanami’s mind to take a picture. He can think of countless people who would appreciate a picture of the world’s strongest Jujutsu sorcerer in such a state. But the thought fades as quickly as it came. No matter how satisfying it might be to see someone as strong and insufferably annoying as Gojou humbled like this, that’s no excuse to take advantage of his pain for something so petty.

“…’m sorry, Surugu,” Gojou mumbles. His hands clench into fists and then unclench once again. “…’m sorry… d-didn’t wanna kill you.” There’s another moment of silence. Gojou’s breathing is labored and maybe a bit pained. Nanami wonders, for a moment, how Ieiri could even allow him to head anywhere on his own, if he was this sick. The thought is quickly replaced, however, with–

“…miss you,” Gojou whispers.

Nanami feels something ache in his chest.

He buries it. Like always.

“Go to sleep, Gojou. You’re sick.” Nanami gives another command. The last one worked well enough. Perhaps all it takes to get Gojou Satoru to actually listen for once is to give him a high fever and a bit of delusion. It just might be useful information, somewhere down the line.

“Mmmm… fine,” Gojou mumbles. His eyes stay closed, but the expression on his face relaxes a bit. “…see ya later… Suguru.” It’s the last thing he says, before his breathing begins to even out and his muscles lose a good amount of their tension. Nanami breathes a sigh of relief. He can only hope that the fever will break before Gojou wakes up again.

Gojou Satoru seems invincible, but Nanami Kento knows that he’s far from it.

As satisfying as it is to see the mighty Gojou Satoru humbled, Nanami can’t say that he wants to see any more of it.

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojou #kento nanami #suguru getou #nanago #satosugu #bad things happen bingo #hallucinations #angst #whump #angst writing #whump writing #my writing #suzu speaks #writing #ao3 #ao3 link

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a-non-ymouswriter · 4 years ago

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anyway i think my tumblr crashed before i could send a c!tubbo character analysis. so anyways ill just simplify what i said. tubbo was never viewed as the hero in the plot. always sidekick or VILLAIN, attached to someone or something else.

the closest he got to individuality was the president tubbo arc, and thats when people viewed him as a villain the most. people wanted him to follow the status quo, and never wanted him to make his own decisions or only the decisions people want. tommy is someone who did this to tubbo too, he wants the leadership role even though tubbo would be better. (this is bc of ppl pushing tommy into the hero role unwillingyly, plus the “if i dont speak loud enough, no one will take me seriously” mentality.)

tubbo is very loyal to tommy, in a different way that tommy is loyal to tubbo. tommy didnt respect tubbo, at least not until the exile and everything after, but he loves and cares for tubbo and would take a bullet for him and fight for him until hes blue, but hed rather take the lead. tubbo on the other hand will listen to whatever tommy says, because thats how he shows his loyalty.

i believe tubbo finds his worth in a position of leadership because he feels the most respected there. tubbo has always liked to build, which could be empowering to him, given it seems to be associated with power and control. when he moves to snowchester, he builds an entire commune after l'manberg is destroyed. he still wants all of the self confidence he has left with none of the conflict, so he develops nukes. he strays further and further away from the "yes man" others deem him to be, so others stay out of his way.

nobody has ever viewed tubbo as a hero - he's independent, mature, and can make his own decisions at the cost of interpersonal relationships. to some, this can seem cutthroat, but to him, its necessary. tubbo needs to be logical here. tubbo himself has a lot of things to work through. because hes certainly not emotionally developed, even if he is mature. his codependency with tommy assists in his own mindset of believing he always needs someone around to give him purpose, because sadly, without them, tubbo really believes he doesn't HAVE one. growing up in such a tight-knit community of soldiers where his task was always to "build" or "collect" stretches into his life YEARS down the line.

he's always been self-sacrificing, it's incredibly apparent now. he isn't viewed as a hero, and only an extension. that's why that line of "i was your sidekick" really hits hard, because tommy understands that tubbo IS a leader. tommy is trying to tell tubbo here that he IS worth something, that he's a leader, that his life is not an extension of his and worth more than trying to save everybody else. that's what tommy's trying to say.

huge credits to @/gendrman on twt, i got some of their points for this ask. so yeah, anyways tldr! tubbo has problems, tommy has problems. theyre working through it in canon, albeit slowly. and they need a break.

/dsmp obviously

holy damn

^^^^^^^

tubbo :’D

#animucrystal #i have no words #just THIS #dsmp #tubbo #tubbo rant

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hiswhiteknight · 4 years ago

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Always - Jamie Reagan

Always - Jamie Reagan One Shot

Here is my first request from @lclb13 - hope you like it! It was my best interpretation!

(I don’t own the characters or gifs)

Warning: Cursing, Woman being attacked

Gif** I got from Tenor, but I couldn’t find the username.

Gif** LauraDunn1 from Tenor app

You hopped out of the shower, drying your hair, before wrapping the towel around your body. With the smile on Jamie’s face, you could tell he was awake, “You should be sleeping,” you sing to him.

He sat up, his hair all messy, “Come here,” he said trying to reach for you.

Taking a few steps, you shake your head, “Oh no, I’m not being late to work again, I know that face.”

Giving you a pouty face, he says, “Please.” You roll your eyes, letting him take your hand, “I can’t sleep when you are being so distracting.” You see the look in his eye and shake your head knowing what he is going to do. He pulled you into the bed, laying on top of you, “What will being a little late hurt?”

He tried to kiss you and you put a finger to his mouth stopping him, “Oh, I don’t know I’m a doctor, so you know death, plague, the works.” Now he is the one shaking his head, “But you sure are cute with your bed head.”

This time he just took the time just to stare at you, love gushing from his eyes, “I’m so lucky to have you,” he murmured, “I’m married to a rock star doctor.”

You put your head to his, “Yeah, I am pretty amazing,” you grin, “But it doesn’t matter how much you butter me up, I am not being late to work today.” You lean down to give him a deep kiss before bolting out from underneath him, “You need to sleep, you can’t protect this great city if you are dead on your feet.”

“Save some lives babe,” he lays back down, watching you finish grabbing your things.

You send him a grin, “Always.”

You loved being an ER doctor, it was fast pace and you had to use your head. There was a fire at a group home, so you were helping triage the victims. Burns were some of the hardest cases to handle. You were sitting with a young man with burns down his forearm, but not much damage like the others, “How’d you get these burns,” you said, trying to peel the fabric from the flesh.

You were getting the feeling something was off, he was fidgety, and you could tell he didn’t want to be there, “I don’t know, the house was on fire, maybe running away.”

“Odd,” you say out loud. You should have just finished your job. You learned in med school, it wasn’t your job to investigate, but being married to a cop and his cop family, it got even harder not to try to connect the dots. “Where these burns are, they-,” before you could finish your sentence the guy cold socked you right in the face. It took your breath away and before you could call for help, he kneed you, and tackled you to the ground. You tried to block your body and fight back, but it only took a few seconds before a guard and nurse saw the commotion and yanked him off you.

You were sitting on a gurney, trying not to be inpatient, “Come on Roxy,” you urged, “Can I be cleared to do my job now?”

“Y/N, you were attacked. Shit, you have a black eye, busted lip, and some bruised ribs. Stop being wonder woman and go home,” she fused over you.

“I’m staying in principle, nurses deal with this crap all the time and are expected to stay,” She continued to monitor your charts, trying to ignore your self-righteous speech, “You get knocked down, you get back up. I’m fine. Let’s go.”

“Y/N,” she said, not looking up from the chart she was scanning. This got your attention, something was up, “Did you know you are pregnant?”

Your eyebrows shot up, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Blood work just came back, do you mind if I do an ultrasound,” she worked quickly, not really waiting for a response. She was one of your best friends, nearly like sisters. She didn’t need your words to know your wishes. Suddenly there was a heartbeat sound, “About 11 weeks,” she said to you, “Babe don’t you monitor your period?”

A hiccup laugh left you mouth, a shot of happiness spiked up your spine, “I’ve just been so busy, make sense with the weight gain. I just assumed it’s was the Reagan Sunday dinner.”

She pointed something out which took your breath away again, “Twins, Y/N, you’re having twins,” she pulled up the ultrasound, “It’s shitty timing for your first ultrasound, but here it is,” she gushed.

She printed out the picture and you just stared at it.

“Two,” you question again.

She wiped off your belly and smiled, “Damn right, go big or go home lovely,” your friend said. Everything was blank, you didn’t know what to say, you were so happy and yet so intimidated, “You’re going to be a great mom,” she said.

You nod, “Thanks, hey do me a favor don’t call Jai-,” you tried to finish before you heard his voice.

“Damn right she called me,” he shouted, “You should have called me,” cupped your cheek examining your face. You hid the picture behind you, shaking off Roxy. You didn’t want Jamie to find out this way, under these circumstances, “I’m going to ignore the fact that I’m freaking pissed for the moment, are you okay?”

You take Jamie’s hand away from you face and hold it tight, “I swear, I’m fine. I just want to get back to work.”

“Look at your face babe,” he whispered.

Everything was interrupted by the yelling voice of Danny from the hall, “You told the family,” you roll your eyes. You look at Roxy, “You are a tattle tale, you know that,” you point at her.

“Hey, I like them to remember times like this when I need help with a speeding ticket,” she smirked.

You saw Frank first, then Pop, and then Erin, “How you are doing Y/N,” Frank asked, “Need anything?”

“Yeah,” you point to the door, “Tell Danny to leave the young man alone, he has a mental illness and needs help. He’ll do his time for his crimes. And Danny is disrupting my hospital.”

“Y/N,” Jamie whines acting annoyed.

“What,” you shoot back. “If this was you, you’d be back on the street within an hour.”

“Okay,” Pop interrupts the argument about to start, “How about we all just focus on Y/N, she doesn’t need any fights or drama right now.”

Roxy stepped in again, “Boss just got back, he says you have to take a few days off and he’ll have to be the one to clear you for duty.”

“Alright, the verdicts in, Y/N your coming with us. We can continue this conversation after we are all calm down,” Erin shared, putting her hand on your knee, “We’ll leave you to get dressed and meet you out by the cars.”

Jamie looked at you, you could tell he felt pretty helpless. And you weren’t ready to break the news to him, not like this.

It’s been two days of laying around the house and having a Reagan take care of you at all time. You and Jamie haven’t spoken much because it usually ends up in an argument. It was a mixture of being treated like you were glass and the fact that you haven’t told Jamie about being pregnant.

It was Sunday evening and you were trying to help with dinner. Danny and Pop were trying to teach you some self-defense moves, but you didn’t pay much attention. You were stuffing your mouth with mashed potatoes when the conversation of your safety became the topic, “Y/N, it can’t hurt to take some self-defense classes.”

“It was one time,” you shoot back.

Jamie looked down at his food, “You tell me all the time that nurses and doctors get attacked, bit, and spit on. It’s not one-time thing.”

You clink your fork down, “If I was a man, would you be having this same conversation with me.”

“Yes,” all the men shout.

Slamming back your chair, you stomp, “Fine, let me go find some defense classes to make the poor men in this group feel better,” and you rush to the study.

Rather than stall, you remember a few of your friends take self defense classes. Within ten minutes, you are talking to the head of the hospital and having them offer a free six-week training for all staff for appropriate self-defense training. You rush back and sliding your chair back, “Happy, the hospital will be offering a six-week self-defense class to all staff who’d like to participate?”

You continue to eat, ignoring the amazement from the people around the room, “You were gone fifteen minutes,” Danny questioned, his tone shocked, “I’d hate to see what you can do in a day.”

“Ya’ll need peace and mind, I’m here to offer you solace in regards to my own safety,” you continue to eat a slice of cake you stole from the kitchen, “But know, I can only do it for so long.”

“Why,” one of the kids asked, “Don’t you want to do it until your good at it.”

“Well Sean, I’ve got another timeline to consider.”

It hit Frank and Erin first, a smile growing on their faces, “A timeline,” Jamie asked, “What haven’t you told me, I don’t know anything about a timeline?”

Sighing, you drop your fork full of cake to reach behind you to your purse. You were acknowledging this was not how you wanted to tell Jamie and the family, but you let your frustrations get the best of you and let you slip out the news. At this point, Danny and Pops were catching on, “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but family dinner makes sense.”

You pass him the picture, Erin is in near tears, “Really,” she asked stepping out of her seat. Nicky rushed around the table and hugged you tight.

“Watch the cake, pregnant lady and dessert will cause real pain and damage if someone gets between them,” you tried to watch Jamie’s reaction.

He continued to stare at the picture. Everyone was waiting for his reaction, “Is this,” he looked up at you, nearly looking like he was going to cry, “Is this, are there two,” he questioned.

“Twins,” Danny yelled, “Nice.”

Suddenly everyone was getting up, trying to congratulate us. But Jamie and you were sharing this moment together, “Yeah, I’m 11 weeks with twins.”

He jumped up, scooping you in his arms and twirling you around, “I love you so much.”

He put you down, staring at you and only you, “I love you too.”

Pops slapped him on the back and we finally acknowledged the rest of the family. There was a giant congratulations and a billion questions, but you didn’t expect anything different from the Reagans. Jamie held you hand tightly, “You know what this means,” Danny asked out loud to the group. “You got to start learning now before you-.”

Erin stepped in, “If you like breathing, I’d recommend you keep those thoughts in your head.”

“Smart woman,” you say to her, pointing your finger at Danny.

Jamie looked down at you again, “Just promise you’ll be careful,” he said.

“Always,” you kiss him, before reaching for more cake.

#oneshot #Blue Bloods #blue bloods fanfiction #blue blood imagines #Jamie Reagan #jamie reagan imagine #jamie reagan x reader

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anxiety-and-fandoms · 3 years ago

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Random rant time! :D Use this ask as an excuse to ramble about your OCs AUs, favorite characters, or really anything you want! Go wild!! :D (aka I followed you recently and I think you're really cool and I wanted to get to know you better lol <3)

ITS FINALLY HAPPENED (also, thank you for the ask! I appreciate it!) (Also, I’m limiting my rants to 1 story/oc group per ask. If not I think Ill break tumblr with the length of my post.)

This specific story I’ve been working on throughout the last couple years. It’s still quite unfinished, I haven’t even decided on a name yet. Should I ever finish it and decide to post it, I think it would fit best as a webcomic? I’m not sure.

This story takes place in the classic fantasy setting, full of dragons and fairies and plenty of other species, too many to list out here. In fact, there’s so many species that it’s quite common to be labeled as ‘unclassified.’ Usually, people who fall under this label are those who’ve been descended from generations of cross-breeding between ‘citizen species’ (aka species who have the ability to participate in society, aka the more ‘human’ species). Fun fact, one of the main characters (who takes on a bit of a sympathetic antagonist role) is an unclassified species! These are mainly just excuses for me to go crazy with character design.

Since I’ve already ranted about one species that exists in this universe, let’s just turn this into a species-themed post shall we?

Sirens are, by far, one of the more interesting and overall put-together species that I have. They tend to reside in almost any large body of water, and their appearances and ability’s vary quite a bit. -Sirens who live by the shores or in tropical waters tend to resemble more traditional merfolk. They have the ability to change their forms to resemble humans, and tend to lean towards meat rather than plants. They live in groups and are quite chatty. They’re most known for their brightly colored skin, beautiful tails, and the amount of lives they’ve taken to feed their hunger. -Sirens who live in open waters are quite different- usually they travel alone, or with their partners. When their children become of age, they send them off to live on their own. However, it is possible for them to group up, and those groups tend to be highly territorial, known for taking down ships that pass through without their permission. Their skin comes in various shades of blues, greens, and dark grays. However, spots of bright blue or white are not an uncommon sight to see. Many of these oceanfolk have bioluminescent scales as well. These come in a variety of patterns that are often passed down throughout families. For the few sirens that are known to live in the deep sea, they are often used for communication, sight, and attracting prey. For those that don’t live as deep, they’re used for stunning and confusing prey. Ocean siren usually don’t have tails in the same way tropical sirens do- they look more like the sea monsters from Luca, I’d say. -There are more species/subspecies of sirens that I have, but this post is already quite long and I want to list some other species as well :)

Heartstrikers - More commonly known as ‘Cupid’s’ or ‘Love Demons,’ Heartstrikers are known for their curved, pink horns, angelic white wings, and their magic abilities. They can turn invisible, and have the power to create and use a ‘cupid’s arrow.’ Using this can preform a temporary burst of love magic that will wear off after a couple of hours unless the affected is shot again. These bows are tied to the Heartstriker’s soul, and can be turned into normal arrows on command. If a non-Cupid tries to use them, or if a Cupid attempts to shoot someone for their own personal gain, the arrows will turn to poisonous ones that will kill whoever they are shot towards. The cure for ‘Love’s Poison’ is made from an incredibly rare plant, and must be delivered to the poisoned within the first few hours of them being poisoned. Usually, because of these reasons, Love’s Poison is known for being almost surely fatal, and many people have dubbed Heartstrikers ‘Love Demons’ because of it. Angels - Angels are a subspecies of avians that may have been crossbred with another species. They are born with feathery, pure white wings on their back. Overtime, some angel’s wings will slowly start growing black feathers. It is still unknown why this happens, although the most common belief is that it’s similar to gray hair, just in wings- a sign of aging and stress. However, for some people, black feathers on an angel are a sign that they should not be trusted, and they avoid angels with black feathers for this reason. There has been only one angel known to have pure-black wings in history, however he died long ago at the age of 96. Not much is known about him besides the fact he was a general of war, and was rumored to slay entire armies with nothing more than a sword, a shield, and a set of armor. Another thing unique to angels are the occasional gold markings that appear on some of their bodies- it can be gold strands of hair, gold markings on their bodies, golden eyes, etc.. These markings emit a faint glow in the dark and the angels who bare them are capable of weak healing magic. The blood of these gold-crested angels are also a part of a potion used to keep dying people/things alive for a few more minutes so that their loved ones can say goodbye for them (currently unnamed).

Shifters - Shifters take many forms, and go by many names. Shifters have the ability to change their form into animals or other people, although their control on this power varies (ex. werefolk count as shifters, however they are usually the result of a curse rather than naturally born). Usually a shifter focuses on one main species of animal- that animal feels more natural to shift into, however some strive to master more than one species as well. Shifters are one of the species that don’t tend to follow a pattern with how their magic works- their magic depends person-to-person instead.

And that’s a wrap! This is far from all the species I’ve made (heck, even not counting the non-civilian species this is far from finished), but I feel like here is a good place to stop, for now. If you’ve made it this far, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night, and thank you again anon for the ask!

#the shapeshifter rants #the shapeshifter answers an ask #the shapeshifter speaks #fantasy world stuff #<- that’s my tag for it until I think of a name #long post #lengthy post

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lesetoilesfous · 3 years ago

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i dunno if they're open, but can i request from the kiss prompts, 30) kiss in the full moon, with NB!Handers? basically a Hawke who uses they/them pronouns, only goes by Hawke, and no specific descriptors or mentions of their sex? =)

Hey anon! I had way too much fun with this, thank you so much for the request!!! I really hope you like it. I am also going to be adding NB!Handers to my preferred pairings list specifically because of you :D <3

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting Pairing: NB!Handers

Characters: NB!Hawke, Anders

Tags: modern AU, post All that Remains, reference to mental illness, reference to police violence, reference to abusive institutions (the Circle is really, really awful y'all), reference to gun violence, smoking, strong language, everyone's an adult here Anders is just broke (hence the bike)

Rating: Mature

“I knew I’d find you here.”

The Kirkwall marina is quiet and mostly empty - boatowners have retired below decks with the rise of the moon and stars, and the place is mostly closed to the public otherwise. Anders had seen Hawke’s jeep, first, when he’d padlocked his bike to the iron fence. Now, as the wind pulls ripples across the ink-black bay, he finds the person in question.

Hawke is wearing a heavy brown leather jacket covered in patches, their long brown hair wavy with the humidity and blown about in the wind. They’re sitting on a stone pillar near the pier, staring up at the wide full moon. It’s such a clear night that Anders can make out the craters on it, and it’s harder to see the stars in the immediate radius of the moon, which diffuses into silver rainbows in the dark. The ocean falls in soft sighs against the thin beach, and ahead of them the bay closes between two promontories, which are darker black against the deep blue night.

Hawke looks back at Anders at the same time as their mabari, Dog, lifts her great head, sandy ears pricking in his direction. Anders waves at them both, trying to rearrange his features into an expression that doesn’t show exactly how worried he is. Instead, he folds himself awkwardly to sit on a pillar beside Hawke. The stone is cold even through his jeans, and Anders can feel a hole working its way through his battered converse. He’ll worry about that tomorrow.

For a long moment, Hawke is quiet, and the two of them sit there in the dark, listening to the eerie rattle and creak of the boats in the Kirkwall marina. Then Hawke says, softly, “I didn’t think you’d come.”

Anders looks at them, but they’re still staring ahead at the bay, and the moonlight skidding silver over the water. Their nose is smooth and bumped a little with the scar of an old break. Their eyebrows are thick and dark, as are their eyelashes. Their brown eyes glitter in the starlight. They tuck a clump of wavy hair back behind their ear, which is braced by silver cuffs over the shell and a row of hoops along their earlobe. Anders breathes, and the air is so cold that it tastes sweet.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here.” He’s trying for a joke, but even Anders can hear the way it falls flat as he feels the smile plastered onto his lips slip a little.

Hawke looks at him, and their eyes are rich and dark and brown and beautiful. There are thumbnail bruises of purple sleeplessness beneath them, too. They speak again, hushed as if the pair of them were in a cathedral and not a car-park outside a half empty marina. “Still.”

Something in Anders’ chest lurches as the wind makes the trees and grass behind them hush a sighing chorus to the sea. He shrugs, and feels the awkwardness of it across his shoulders. He’d never eaten well, in the Circle, and his body as a result felt stretched out and distended: he wasn’t fat or muscular enough to pull off the broadness of his proportions, but ever since he’d hit puberty what food he could get just didn’t seem to stick. He pushes away the memories of old hunger and focuses on the present, instead. “Yeah, well, you’re an idiot.”

Hawke huffs a laugh then, one of their canines hooked a little in front of their other teeth. They look down at their hands, where their nails are chopped short and painted with haphazard, chipped black polish. “Maybe.” They bite the inside of their cheek, and swallow twice before they speak. “I just. Keep thinking that if I dream it hard enough I’ll be able to go back and save her. You know? Like I’ll figure it out, somehow. And this time I won’t be too late and -”

Hawke cuts themself off, blinking rapidly, their dark eyes brighter in the moonlight. Anders swallows the lump in his own throat, and the urge to lean across and squeeze their arm or something similarly saccharine. With a feeling like chewing on breaking glass, he forces himself to pull up his memories of the months following Karl. It’s difficult - most of that time is a blur spent flinching every time he saw a templar in kevlar. Too many nights spent waking up with the sound of a bullet in his head. Anders winds his fingers together, squeezing them tight enough to hurt to ground himself back in the present. He can feel Hawke’s dark eyes on him, their gaze questioning. Anders looks up instead at the moon, and calls himself a coward.

“After...After Karl I, couldn’t really think straight. For a while. I mean, not that I ever thought straight.” Anders tosses half a grin in Hawke’s direction, but they don’t smile back, just watch him, quietly. Listening. Anders always feels as if he doesn’t know what to do with all that attention. He isn’t really used to people respecting him when he speaks. He doesn’t want to waste it. He clenches his teeth, and the wind whispers over the back of his neck, pulling at the hair in his ponytail. “But, um. I didn’t really feel like I woke up until I... Let myself accept that this is just. What the world looks like now. Without him in it.” Anders’ eyes burn, and he blinks rapidly and hopes that Hawke doesn’t notice the way his breath hitches.

If they do, they don’t say anything, instead fishing a packet of cigarettes from their pocket, lighting one before offering him the pack. Anders takes it gratefully, slipping a cigarette between his lips and leaning forward for Hawke to light it. Their lighter has a bright, chipped progress flag on the casing, and Anders can’t help but find it reassuring, for all the cliche. The cigarette lights, and Anders breathes in deeply, savouring the warm ache of it and breathing out a long gust before he speaks again.

“It’s like. They were part of another chapter. And you’re already onto the next one. And you kind of, have to stop trying to go back to those pages, otherwise you’ll miss what’s happening in these ones.” Anders laughs, and scrubs at his cheeks, feeling the graze of his stubble and wishing he’d remembered to shave. “Sorry, that’s stupid.”

“No,” Hawke says, firmly, taking a drag of their own cigarette and breathing it out in a gust of smoke before they speak. “No, that makes sense.” They look at him sidelong, then, and when they blink a tear runs rapidly, silently down their tanned cheek. “I don’t know how to keep reading.”

Anders rests his hand against the stone he’s sitting on. It’s rough and cool. His eyes move from the great belly of the moon to the dusting of stars over the horizon, trying to trace the shapes of the constellations. “I think…” He says, slowly, sounding the words out as he says them, “It starts with this. With people you care about. Quiet places. Places where you feel like you can be everything you are and feel everything you’re feeling without holding it in. Places where you feel safe.”

Hawke shakes their head, and their hair falls over the shoulder of their jacket, catching on the ridges of their patches. “I don’t feel safe.”

Anders ignores the wrench in his chest at that, and takes another drag of his cigarette before he looks down to meet Hawke’s eyes. “You will.” Hawke holds his gaze for a long minute after he says it. Then they nod, once, and glance away, bringing the cigarette back up to their lips.

For a while they sit there in the quiet, smoking, peaceful. Dog has rested her head on her thick paws, and Hawke is careful to tap their ash far away from her. Eventually, the ever-present blur of memory and feeling at the back of Anders’ head threatens to overwhelm the silence, and he tugs his phone out of the pocket of his coat. It’s an old suede thing with feather detailing he’d got second hand. Isabela teases him about it, but it always makes him feel safer than anything else does. He figures that’s enough. Anders taps the cracked screen of his phone, blinking at the blue light. Hawke glances at him, their brown eyes almost black in the dark.

Anders tilts his phone screen at them. “Mind if I play some music?”

They blink, once, then nod, and take another drag on their cigarette. “Sure.”

Anders hits play with a sense of near physical relief, and the tinny, soft sound of some alt rock eases into the air between them. After three songs Anders has finished his cigarette. After four, Hawke has finished theirs. For a moment, they sit there, unmoving and terribly still. Anders sits forward, feeling the weight of his phone shift in his pocket as he does so. “How are you feeling now?”

They offer him a shadow of a smile, heavy coat and baggy jeans disguising long lines of wiry muscle that Anders couldn’t forget if he tried. “Better. Anders?”

“Yes?” Anders wishes he didn’t feel as much like a heroine in some silent film, but Hawke always seems to have that effect on him. They make him feel like some damsel in need of saving. They make him want to be a hero.

Hawke’s lips curl up into a crooked smile that creases the corners of their eyes. “Thanks. For coming out here.”

Anders shrugs and lies. “It’s nothing.” When Hawke snorts, he goes on, grinning, “No, really. What else was I going to be doing? Now my friend, on the other hand. This poor sap is opening his free clinic at 5am this morning which…” Anders gets out his phone, tapping the home button. “Is in about three hours. Now that idiot, him, yeah, I’d feel sorry for. But luckily neither of us know anyone so masochistic.”

Hawke huffs a laugh, their voice rough and climbing into a giggle as they squeeze their eyes shut, scrubbing at their cheeks. “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” They say it with a smile.

Anders tilts his head, and tries to ignore the warmth that flushes through his chest whenever Hawke looks at him like that. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

Hawke shrugs, and pushes their hair back over their shoulders, moving so that they’re facing him, their legs spread wide and their jacket hanging loose over a white t-shirt. They look up at Anders boldly. “You’re my idiot.”

Anders’ flush pushes its way up into his cheeks and on into his ears, the cold of the early morning forgotten in the way that Hawke is staring at him. “Really? I must have missed the memo…”

“Anders,” Hawke’s voice is soft, and as they speak they rest their hand on Anders’ cheek. Their skin is soft and cold with the night air, and Anders leans into it as if he’s lost at sea and their touch is the only thing keeping him from drowning. It takes him too long to unstick his tongue from the roof of his dry mouth.

“Yes?”

Hawke smiles at him, warm and soft and indulgent, and their thumb strokes gently across his cheek as they lean forward. “Stop talking.” Their breath is warm as it blows across his lips, and smells faintly of cigarettes. And then they’re leaning even closer, and they’re kissing him. Their lips are soft and taste like cherry chapstick, and Anders doesn’t care as they tilt their head, the scar on their nose scratching softly against his skin, the warmth of their breath filling his lungs. Hawke licks into his mouth with a hunger that feels like burning, and Anders opens for them, lifting his hands to cradle their head and pull them closer, his fingers tangling in their thick, soft hair. Anders’ heart feels as if it’s going to beat its way out of his chest and that’s meaningless against the way the world is spinning, every inch of him lost except the point where his cheeks brush Hawke’s, where his chin bumps theirs, where their lips move to lock and loosen around his own as they move.

When they pull back, Anders isn’t sure he remembers how breathing works. But they grin at him, and their eyes are silver in the moonlight when they lean forward to bump their foreheads together, cradling the back of his head. Sighing, they shut their eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Anders breathes, and swallows, lips wet and sore with the force of their kiss, wrists resting loosely on Hawke’s strong shoulders. Above them, the moon is bright and full and beautiful. Anders tries to speak past the lump in his throat. “Do it again?”

Hawke looks up at him, and their eyes are almost black in the dark. Then they kiss him.

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zettabita · 4 years ago

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RIVALS: Spark I

Rivals Master List

hi guys! ok so this is becoming more action than romance lmao I promise next time ill make it...fluffier...?

I need to get this story out of my head HAHAHAH so I’ll just keep writing. :D In this chapter, you might be a lil OP but thats ok bc you’re amazing irl <3

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a masaki ichijou x fem reader fic

Genre: action, romance Warnings: mild swearing Word count: 2.2k+

Previous: Thunder

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You really didn’t see what was coming when Saegusa-senpai pulled you into a discussion room the night before your first Ice Pillar Break match. You were meandering about the hotel, you see, trying to get rid of your pre-event jitters. You were inspecting the vending machine (Why doesn’t this have milk tea?) at the end of the corridor when Saegusa-senpai suddenly popped out from nowhere and urged you to follow her into a room full of very intimidating Third year students and an expectant Tatsuya.

The first thing that crossed your mind when Juumonji-senpai told you in that room that you were chosen to substitute for Monolith Code was the horrible image of you tripping over a rock in the middle of a battlefield. The second thing was how you were so unlucky that the first year they allowed girls to compete in Monolith Code and increased the number of members on a team was your year (but hey, hooray for gender equality.)

Not wanting to embarrass your school, you tried to put up a good fight. But what about Miyuki, you said. They said that she had two events already and Tatsuya scrunched his face a little bit at the idea. But I don’t have combat experience, you said. They said that Monolith Code, a glorified, no-contact capture-the-flag-with-magic contest, isn’t really live combat and your skills were needed in the team Tatsuya was forming. Not wanting to further bother the scary Third years who looked like they were getting more impatient by the second, you grimly added “not get stomped on at Monolith Code” to your Nine Magic Schools Competition to-do list (At the top of your list was “melt a lot of ice”, which you would later tick off in your Ice Pillar Break match with Mutsuba-san the next day.)

And that’s how you found yourself standing in front of a black pillar in the middle of an open field with Tatsuya Shiba, Leonhard Saijou, and Mikihito Yoshida at the Monolith Code finals, trying in vain to gulp down your nervousness.

At the far end of the field, you see four figures in dark red armor. They had one girl fidgeting more nervously than you were (It was somehow comforting.) You eye the tallest one, the one with the brownish-red hair tucked underneath the helmet before closing your eyes.

“We need you to counter Ichijou Masaki.” Tatsuya says, almost apologetically.

You almost spat out your drink from the hotel minibar. “You need me to do what?!” (You panic now, but years later, you thank Tatsuya for his decision. Masaki thanks him too.) You were hanging out in your room with your teammates and a few First-year friends, discussing combat styles and strategies for the coming matches in a few days.

Tatsuya sighs as Leo and Mikihito stare at him incredulously. “It will be difficult, but I need to shut down Futatsugi Kei. I can’t do that while also facing off against Ichijou Masaki. At the very least, you have to buy me some time.” You pause to think. Futatsugi Kei was another Third High School ace from a Master Clan. It was absolutely criminal for him, the Crimson Prince, and Cardinal George to be on the same Monolith Code team.

But then again, Ichijou Masaki was also in a weight class of his own. Or so they say. “But why me?”

“It’s actually one of the reasons why I chose you. The Ichijou clan specializes in medium to long range bombardment. That would make it difficult for Leo and Mikihito,” Tatsuya gestured to the two, “to take him on from a distance with their specialities. But you can.”

Before you could even reply, Erika chimes in from the other side of the room. “And you’re a girl!”

The four of us gaze at her curiously. You ask, “What does that have to do with anything?”

Erika flashes me a wide grin. “You’re a girl, so he’ll hesitate going all-out. Right?” She looks to the boys for confirmation.

“I don’t know if I should be happy about that…” you say as Leo lights up in realization. “Oh, yeah! Old-fashioned types like Master Clans people will probably underestimate you, ” Leo blushes slightly and pauses, realizing the implications of his words, “uh, which is, you know, really unfair, but maybe you could use that to your advantage?”

Tatsuya and Mikihito nod in agreement. “Yes. It’s possible for us to construct a strategy around that,” Tatsuya adds.

You press your fingers to your temple in a gesture of defeat. “Okay. I’ll think of something. But I don’t think my defense will hold…”

Tatsuya reaches into his inner coat pocket. “And there’s another reason why I chose you.” His lips curl into a rare smile and hands me a silver gun-shaped CAD. “Come on. I’m going to teach you Gram Demolition.”

“(L/N)-san.” Tatsuya calls. You open your eyes without looking at him. “Are you ready?” He asks in a low voice. He was obviously most concerned about your state, given that you were the unlucky one to throw down with one of the best first-year magicians around.

You feel for the CADs in your holsters and pull up your glove, your magic talisman, on your left hand. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” You think back to your first Monolith Code match with Eighth this morning. You did well, taking to the battlefield easily and readily, but you haven’t shown the world your new spell that was learned in a few late-night crash courses with Tatsuya. Gram Demolition, a potent close-range Counter Magic spell, wasn’t a complicated technique, you learned. You only had to have a crazy high Psion count to cast it. It just so happens you had a lot more than most.

You sigh and go over your magic repertoire in your head for the last time. You do your best to ignore your heart beating annoyingly fast in your chest, sharpen your focus, and lock your eyes on that self-assured red-haired magician standing directly across from you on the field. Masaki Ichijou—your rival for the day.

And with a screech of a faraway siren, the match begins.

Tatsuya sprints, two CAD pistols in his hand, legs pumping quickly underneath him as he aims at Futatsugi. The air shifts as the other two spread out behind you. Masaki, on the other, strides confidently forward and begins to cast a spell aimed at Tatsuya.

Not him, me, you think to yourself in a split-second. You send a barrage of lightning bolts in Masaki’s direction, the intensity of your thought coloring the strength of your magic, and he deflects it just in time. He turns to you and you see a small smile plastered on his…admittedly handsome face. Smug bastard. You take a quick glance to your left and see Tatsuya engage in a shootout with that Futatsugi character.

Your eyes dash back to your opponent. Masaki raises his two pistols and a few Activation Sequences form around you quickly. Air Bullet: a round of compressed air and Masaki’s go-to spell in this competition (You’ve watched a few replays of his matches. Never can be too careful with a guy who’s killed a bunch of Russians when he was 13.) Strong, but easy to dismantle. Show time. You blast them away cleanly one by one with your newly-learned Gram Demolition technique and counter with your powered-up version of Thunder Child. Masaki’s smile fades and his eyes widen as he puts out a defensive spell, averting the paralyzing effect of your offense. At the edge of your vision, you notice the other Third opponents shoot you a shocked glance.

Masaki regains his composure in an instant. The two of you walk towards each other, pistols raised in a magic gunfight. Lightning and Activation Sequences form and disintegrate around the both of you within seconds, drawing you in, encircling the both of you in a beautiful but deadly light show. (It lit up his face the same way it would the first time he took you to see fireworks at the pier in Kanazawa.) You manage to slip in a few lightning bolts in between shots of Gram Demolition, making him sidestep occasionally, but you were basically locked in a stalemate.

Now or never. You break your solid stance and run towards him, catching him off-guard. For a second, he pauses, and you press the attack, nearly hitting him with a low-voltage lightning bolt.

The Crimson Prince must’ve felt the heat quite literally. He flinched at the heat and the close sound of air expanding rapidly like miniature thunder, and, with a flick of his wrist, a dozen Activation Sequences suddenly surrounded you, threatening to let loose. Oh my God, this jerk’s trying to kill me. You catch the horrified expression on his face (his move was a violation of the rules, after all) before you blast away one, four, then seven in a moment, going beyond what you thought you could, and then you take out a few more. You feel the hotness from a nearby explosion. You internally scream at your body to catch up and obliterate the remaining Sequences.

And then, when you’d just were a couple of paces from him, just within range of a lightning bolt, one air bullet hits the ground next to you. The world to your left erupts in a hot flash and the ground simply bursts, soil surging up into the air. You let out a yelp of pain and dive away from the blast.

“And that’s the plan. Do you think the illusion will hold?” You focus on your outstretched hand, gathering Psions and then destroying Tatsuya’s attempt at a spell, the glow from the attempt lighting up his figure in the darkened training field not far from the hotel. Your Gram Demolition was still imperfect, but it was getting there: you had proceeded from mildly inconveniencing Activation Sequences last night to outright blowing them away this evening.

Tatsuya furrows his eyebrows in mild disapproval as he prepares to cast another one. “At your level, it should.” Another Activation Sequence forms before you and you blast it away easily. “Still...a lot of things could go wrong with that. Are you sure, using yourself as bait?”

You shrug. “You would be too busy to help me. And… to be honest, I don’t think I have a chance at fighting him head-on for too long. So I’m doing what you guys suggested. Using a little psychology.” You grin as you take down a couple of Sequences from Tatsuya near-perfectly. “After all, who wouldn’t panic if they thought they hurt a cute girl?”

You just didn’t expect him to try to kill said cute girl, even if it was an accident. You lie face down in the dirt. Your ears were ringing and your head throbbed irritatingly. Thank goodness your helmet had tough glass or you’d be eating mud by now. A thick mist that looks like dust and steam emanates from the palm of your glove-covered hand and envelops the surrounding area, hiding you from view. You raise your head slightly to look around at it. Your smoke version of Magical Mist, a spell that creates a thick fog, looked a bit unnatural, but it should do. A destroyed CAD, an attempt at a defense spell, a weird natural phenomenon: what created the mist shouldn’t matter, because the opponent should be panicking either way. You take another second to lie on the grass, CADs clutched in your hands, hurting all over from the dive, and then you waited.

You knew that Masaki was just at the edge of the smoke, probably freaking out at the prospect that he killed a girl and a foreign exchange student at First High (Later on, you learn he already had been practicing how to apologize to your country’s government for your death. The nervous wreck.) You knew he would be too busy reviewing his previous steps to see if the excessive force he used would be enough to kill you and definitely too busy to notice that his opponent was very much still alive and kicking. You listen for a rustle of grass or a shuffle of armor.

After a quiet moment of passing wind and the faraway sounds of magic from your teammates’ own battles, you hear it: a step back, the ground crunching underneath a foot. You raise yourself from the ground quickly and throw your CAD in the direction of the sound. It was a good throw: high and far, the gun spinning away from view in a clean trajectory. More importantly, it was a good distraction at a magic-only battle. At almost the same time, you sprint and emerge from the smoke and into the light.

You swear the world moved in slow motion in that instant. Masaki Ichijou stood there a few feet from you, pistols lowered, his head turned in the direction of the CAD you threw. He feels the air shift when you emerge and he turns to you slowly, his emerald eyes glinting in the light, his mouth gaped open in surprise. He raises an arm instinctively, probably activating his defenses, but you already cast the final blow: Spark. A seemingly simple spell that creates a small electric discharge but is enough to paralyze an opponent.

As you did, you couldn’t help but flash the Crimson Prince a shameless smile from ear to ear. I win, you wanted to say. He looked on—you couldn’t understand the expression on his face—as he fell to his knees, electricity crackling around him. Far away, the crowd erupts in loud cheers.

Months later, Masaki tells you that that smile was what made him fall desperately in love with you.

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hope the way you beat him wasn’t too far-fetched lmao. thanks for reading! <3

#mahouka #ichijou masaki #masaki ichijou #masaki ichijo #tatsuya shiba #Mahouka Koukou No Rettousei #irregular at magic high school #the irregular at magic high school #irregular #xreader

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years ago

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Hi :) I... really wanna read a fanfic or two but I can't find one I vibe with xD So... do you know one that's not too long (around 100k words maybe), has hurt and comfort, smut (am I allowed to ask about that?? Ahhhh) and a happy ending? Top!lock would be a bonus but it's not necessary. And if it's a nice AU (like... any kind but no crossovers pls), it would be perfect! :D By the way, I found your blog only a few hours ago and I already feel really comfy and Idk, kinda at home here ^-^

Hi Nonny!!!

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First of all, I think it’s super cute that “not too long” to you is “around 100K” LOL LOL LOL!!! <3 That said, I’d argue all my fic recs are fabulous, LOL. But again, I’m stupidly proud of the wonderful lists I’ve accumulated, because it satisfies my organization kink LOL. And yes, you’re ALWAYS allowed to ask for smut here LOL.

ANYWAY, so I’m gonna use this ask as an excuse to post up a long-overdue part two to my 50 to 100K fic list! But first, here’s some past lists for the genres you’re looking for:

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Toplock (Mar 2020)

Omegaverse

Please Check PG 3 for all my AU fic lists. There’s a lot :)

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words

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Fandom Favourites / Popular Fics

I hope those will get you started! So now, here’s the main event!! Hope you enjoy them!

50 - 100 K WORDS Pt. 2 (Novel Length)

See also:

Fics Under 2000 w.

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 2

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 3

E-Rated Johnlock for Newcomers Pt 1 (Short Fics under 20K)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Long S3/Post-S3 Fics (20K+ w.) [Apr 2020]

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

A Hundred Crimson Sols by elldotsee (E, 55,536 w. || Astronauts AU || Mars Exploration / Space Travel, Slow Burn, Shy Sherlock, Scientist Sherlock / Biomed Engineer John, Alternating POV, Mutual Pining, UST, Angst with Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Suicidal Ideation, Zero-G Sex) – Will Holmes is a chemical researcher recognized widely for his contributions to the new Mars exploration program. Thanks to his ground-breaking developments, the IMMC (International Mars Mission Corporation) is one step closer to Martian colonization. Will and his team of scientists are headed out on the first of three manned missions before the first group of settlers arrive. Three days before launch, one of the crew has to be replaced. Will panics because...new people. The replacement is of course one John Watson, biomedical engineer and space hottie who was pretty sure he had retired from actual space exploration and was now content to work in the nice, quiet research lab. Can the crew survive this TOTALLY ROUTINE trip? Will they be able to endure each other for the looooooong trip in close quarters? Gonna be a wild ride... prepare for blast off. Part 1 of the SpaceBois go to Space series

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock's first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w. || Notting Hilll AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

The Burning by SrebrnaFH (M, 60,658 w. || Reverse Reichenbach, Suicide, Depression, Hurt Sherlock / John, Separation, BAMF John, Good Big Brother Mycroft, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Fake Character Death, Rescue Mission, Reconciliation / Reunion, Hospitalization, Marriage Proposal, Illnesses, Physical Therapy, Happily Ever After) – Something went very, very wrong. John had seemed, if not happy, then reasonably content with his life. Sherlock had never predicted something like THIS might have happened. Not in his worst nightmares. He was the lousiest friend ever, apparently. At least Mycroft found him something to occupy his mind with, so that he didn't have to go back to 221B and stare at the walls and the chair, where John Watson would never sit again.

This Thing All Things Devours by cypress_tree (E, 63,844 w., 15 Ch. || In Time AU || Science Fiction, Dystopian Universe, First Meetings, Action / Adventure, Romance) – In 2169, time is money—literally. Humans are genetically engineered to stop aging at 25, when the numbers on their arm start counting down from one year. When that time is up, they die. The only way to get more time is to earn it, borrow it, or steal it.John Watson lives day-to-day in the crowded slums of Zone 13. He never imagined living any differently—until he meets the practically-immortal Sherlock, and helps him on a case to track a local time-thief...

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU || Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he's consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

Summit Fever by J_Baillier (M, 78,802 w., 18 Ch. || Mountain Climber AU || POV John, Angst, Tragedy, Suicidal Ideation, The Himalayas, Mountain Guide / Doctor John, Mount Climber Sherlock, Loneliness, Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Injured Sherlock / Sherlock Whump, Pining John) – After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I—the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains—shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) – A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots.

The Baker Street Nativity by SwissMiss (E, 99,662 w., 23 Ch. || Nativity! AU || Teacher Sherlock / TA John, Pining, Sherlock POV, UST, Angst, Christmas, Music/Song Fic, Anal / BJ’s, First Kiss / Time) – Fusion between Sherlock (BBC) and Nativity! (2009 movie starring Martin Freeman). Sherlock is a primary school teacher and John is assigned to be his classroom assistant. Together, they are charged with putting on the school's Nativity play. What could possibly go wrong? Part 1 of The Baker Street Nativity Verse

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 97,884 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #long fics #50 to 100k #Anonymous #fic rec wednesday #e-rated fics

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annqbthchse · 4 years ago

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A potential rewrite of “Beauty and the Feasts”

@pumpkinpaperweight mentioned this in her “No Nuance November” hot takes post and it reminded me of how I’ve completely rewritten this in my head.

Now, I feel that I have to say that I liked the IDEA of this chapter. That it was supposed to be a calm chapter amid the what the fuckness that was QFG. A pause in the ever confusing narrative to allow both the readers and characters to catch up on what’s happened so far if you will. However, I hate the execution of it. So much in fact that I have completely forgotten what happens in canon so heres an outline of what I’ve decided happens in my head instead :D

Ok I haTED how Lancelot has just died (in a pretty traumatic way too) and the gangs just kinda move on and forget about him except for that split second scene w. Guinevere - it's a total disservice to his character and the bond he was beginning to build back up with Tedros

SO how bout instead both Lancelot and tedros survive the attack by the snake

That way we get a scene of happy reunions - Agatha with tedros & Lancelot (of whom she presumably hasn’t seen since the coronation as well) -and so we have a genuinely happy(ish) scene that isn’t punctured by tedros losing another parental figure yet again

They’re all in a good mood and want to celebrate etc

Lancelot and Tedros have this moment where they’re talking about their last fight with the snake

Lancelot says all this stuff about how proud of Tedros he is (but in his own special, unique Lancelot way which means he never uses those exact words)

Agatha and Lancelot reunion!!! He says how he's missed the lass and makes some kind of joke about tedros being an ass about how he ignored her those 6 months - they laugh. tedros doesn't. He gives her one of his giant bear hugs (lancelot would give great hugs prove me wrong)

Rhian comes up to Lancelot being all “you’re my hero 😩 ” “ilysm” etc etc

being the the only character with a braincell Lance just kinda stares at him like “uhhh… aight thanks man” - hes a little sus of this weird lil red head but will obviously take the compliment because he deserves it

Lance is then all like “ahh you kids should celebrate this win” or some other bullshit like that and they do

but before everyone dissolves to get ready tedros and lance share one final moment where they share astrong handshake and lock eyes then hug because fuck it, why not? It would be a quick hug but I want them to hug in their final moment together dammit

Agatha wears that red dress soman wrote in and tedros wears a crisp black shirt with a chest slit ;) - (idk exactly what he wore during this scene but I do remember thinking that it was horribly ugly and that MY tedros would never wear that so here, have this very basic description of mens wear)

Instead of going to beauty and the feasts they go to Maid Marions arrow (because I say so and for reasons I can’t really explain I just hate that gd restaurant) - (it also just seems like the inside of Somans mind and I think that is a very scary place to be rn)

Anyway, they’re all having a hullabaloo of a time - everyones drinking and celebrating - ofc Lancelot, robin hood and his merry men are all there too

At one point tedros convinces agatha to dance - she begrudgingly agrees - it’s an unconventional dance with a lot of fast spins and movements - they’re both laughing, she tells him to slow down. he does not. they continue :)

Meanwhile Sophie still offers Rhian to take her on a date they also go to Maid Marions arrow as well because again I say so - they have their date, sophie is smitten, rhians plan is working

I also hate the idea of dot being drugged (poor babe didn’t deserve that) and so instead they gave lance the keys to the cell seeing as he’s the only reliable adut in a 50mile radius

Instead Dot is dancing with beatrix, reena and some other evergirls while Hestadil are still having their cute marshmallow moment together outside

tagatha are still having a great time on their first (???) date - they decide to go back to their private treehouse a bit earlier than everyone else and ill just leave what happens after that to you shall I? ;)

ANYWAYS as they’re leaving robin notes how much they remind him of Arthur and that hot lady who hung out together that night before Arthurs wedding

Lance is just like “????? tf” because it couldn’t have been Gwen given they were probably together that night - but robin fucks off before he could press him on it any further so lance just kinda leaves it for the morning…

He also notices Rhian briefly leave and since he already found the lad to be a bit sus before, he follows him to overhear Rhian speaking to Kei about the plans and is just like SHITE and goes to tell the rest of the gang that Rhian is weird as fuck

BUT then the snake appears… and lance, kei and snake boy disaper into the forest while rhian heads back to the bar to keep up his facade (i know this bit doesn’t really make sense because how the fuck is the snake there without the key that lance is yet to give them… idk man just humour me ok)

Everyone has a great rest of night and just assume lance went to bed early since hes old… but instead they wake to find Lancelot dead - his throat slashed, blood everywhere and he’s pinned against a tree and its just not a pretty sight

The snake has written a message on his chest in blood saying “your fault” - obvioulsy for our good ol’ friend teddy

Meanwhile, Tagatha is just sleeping in bed, when theres a knock - its the coven trying to break the news of Lancelots death

Tedros freaks the fuck out and runs to cradle Lancelot’s dead body - Agatha's right behind him and ready to cradle tedros while he cries his heart out with everyone standing around watching

They have a funeral (idk why but I just picture a Viking type one with them sending him off on the lake at sunset - its all very aesthetic dw)

after that, everyone starts to leave to get shit ready for the journey to Camelot but tedros is left just still sitting there with Agatha for a lil bit longer

They then very slowly get up and make their way for the boat to head back to Camelot

#sge #The School for Good and Evil #school for good and evil #my posts #my aus #sir lancelot #rewrite #was this a mistae?#idk #i only edited the bits where I said daddy lance #it’s like nearly midnight so #I take 0 responsibility for everything I have said #enjoy this brain explosion of words :D #I just believe in lance supremacy ok

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xxscarletxrosexx · 4 years ago

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Synopsis:

Unbeknown to Marinette, Max recommends a thriller, horror game to help bridge Marinette's and Adrien's relationship closer. After all, a little stress wouldn't kill anyone. (ML x Phasmophobia)

FF | Ao3 | Wattpad | DA || Or read below ^^

References:

(c) Miraculous: The Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir belongs to Thomas Astruc Zag Toons (c) Phasmophobia belongs to Kinetic Games (c) Why Did I Agree to Do This at 2 AM? - Phasmophobia (1) (c) In the name of fanfic research... - Phasmophobia (2)

A/N: It’s been 6 years since I last wrote a fanfic.

"Say Marinette," a short mocha-skin boy with square-framed glasses turned his attention from his laptop's screen and faced a teenage girl with ultramarine pigtails, "I've got a game recommendation for you and Adrien to play together."

"Me and Adrien?!" she stammered with the mention of the model's name ending with a higher octave. "I mean-" she said rather quickly in an attempt to regain composure, "Game! I mean what game d-did you have in mind?"

Restraining his own amusement from further embarrassing the teenager from her obvious crush-attack, Max Kanté continued, "There's a popular game currently blowing up in the gaming community called Phasmophobia. Have you heard of it?"

Marinette responded by shaking her head from side to side.

"That's perfect. Well, make sure you download the game before your next da-game night with Adrien," Max had quickly adjusted his phrase as soon as he caught glimpse of said blond model approaching them. "I think you two will have an amazing time working together and solving problems."

"Wait... "Marinette contemplated, "What kind of game needs me to pair up with Adrien? Can't I do it with you?"

"Hey Marinette! Hey Max!'' the young model greeted, which then resulted in Marinette flailing her hands in the air and falling backward. Much to Marinette's chagrin and embarrassment, Adrien had reflexively caught her with ease. "You alright, Marinette?" Adrien asked concerned.

Marinette squealed as she jumped back whilst shrieking, "I'm alright! Just being clumsy as usual! Hahaha!"

Adrien shot her an affectionate gaze and replied, "Glad to see you're alright though." Then turning his attention to the notorious gamer in their class, "what was this about a game about tag-teaming, Max? I hope I didn't come in at an awkward time."

"Not at all," Max responded whilst adjusting his glasses with his index finger pressed on the bridge of his frames. "I was just telling Marinette that you should both play Phasmophobia on your next game night."

"Phasmophobia?" Adrien pondered," I haven't heard of that game before."

"The game is relatively new and is as popular as Among Us," the gamer replied," But I heard it's easy to get immersed into the game."

"Immersive?" The statement had piqued Marinette's interest, "Sounds like an interesting game!"

"I think so too!" Adrien agreed wholeheartedly, "Let's play it tonight, Marinette!"

"What?" the ultramarine pigtail was taken aback. Adrien had responded to her surprise by wearing the same reserved smile accompanied by an arched brow. "I, uh... I mean it's not that I don't like you, Adrien, I like you! I-uh, I mean I like you like a good friend. I'm just- I'm just surprised to hear... you'll play with me tonight..." Marinette's shpeal was as sporadic as her personality around the young model beginning with clumsy phrases then explosive and fast-spoken, then tapering off to a flustered whisper.

"My plans were canceled today. My photographer caught a cold and asked Nathalie to reschedule."

"Oooh!" Marinette chuckled nervously, "That's great! I mean-uh-it's not great that your photographer fell ill, but it's great that you can finally have more time for yourself!"

"Yeah!" the model agreed. "Although I feel bad for my photographer, I can't wait to try out this new game tonight."

"By the way you guys, for the best experience, please do the following: play only at night, turn off Push to Talk under the PC Settings, always test your audio under the Audio section, and wear headphones before you start the game."

Both the model and aspiring designer mirrored serious and contemplative expressions whilst staring at the ground. The sight before the young genius was nothing short of comical. He understood then why Alya and Nino got a good kick teasing these two.

Marinette had mouthed the list until she had reached the third step and had closed her mouth abruptly. Meanwhile, Adrien had one hand resting against his hip while his other hand had his thumb and index knuckle had cupped his chin while he stared at the ground as if he were recalling a script. Then, with sudden and synchronous timing, the duo's expressions snapped back to look at the young gamer. Marinette had been the one to break the silence, "Could you repeat that to us one more time?''

"I'll send you two detailed instructions on Discord, just make sure you hit Play and ignore Training."

• • •

"Okay, so according to Max, the first step would be to take care of the setup," Marinette stated in a private call with Adrien. To her embarrassment and respecting her crush's wishes, Marinette and Adrien had decided to keep their videos on in process of setting up and familiarizing themselves with the game."

"Headphones. Check. Nighttime. Check." Adrien read the list aloud, "All that's left now is running the game.

"Right,'" Marinette agreed, "while you run the game, I'll read the other instructions for us!"

"Perfect."

"Once you begin the game, use your mouse to turn the direction of your player and move with the WASD keys."

"Woah," Adrien stared with amazement as soon as he was loaded into the game. He was greeted with a howling wind, a chorus of crickets, and a male's voice-it was low and muffled with a familiar quality similar to ones heard from a radio station-stating, "Welcome back! I've got some jobs ready for you!" He began to move his mouse and did what all typical players did at the beginning of each session and began to drag his mouse side to side which resulted in a whiplashing blur of graphics to take place across his screen and proceeded to say, "Woaaaahhh!"

"Is everything alright, Adrien?" the confused teenage girl asked, voice thick with concern.

"No, it's nothing," Adrien answered embarrassedly. He couldn't believe he had done that. Adrien felt the black kwami's emerald eyes staring judgingly at him, but he dared not meet his gaze. Instead, the blond teenager had slid his hand onto his lap in hopes to prevent himself from behaving dorkily and wore a nervous smile. He had almost forgotten that he was in a video call with Marinette and glimpsed at his second monitor where he saw a confused expression etched on Marinette's face. Thank God… It seems she saw nothing.

"Alright," her answer was stressed but had reluctantly moved on to the task much to his relief. "So after we're in the game, Max had mentioned finding the board, which is located to the left of the character, and click the board."

Gliding his hand over his mouse once more, Adrien guided his character to turn to the board and do as instructed. Upon clicking the whiteboard, the same radio-muffled voice greeted him, "Looks like there are others out there in need of help."

"Okay. I've done it, Marinette. What's next?"

"Complete the following: select Options then click on Audio and click Test found next to Voice Recognition. Read the text aloud. If the text states it can hear you then you can move on. Note: this audio should already be presetted with your PC."

"Say Give us a sign. Oh! That's cool, the bottom text says We heard you, "Adrien reported back.

"Give us a sign?" Marinette asked curiously, "I wonder why this game needs voice recognition."

"It probably has a puzzle that needs us to talk in order to solve it," the model surmised, "This is so awesome! I have never played a puzzle game where we needed to talk before."

"It definitely a unique feature," the aspiring designer agreed. "Okay, next, click PC Settings, scroll down, and click Local Push to Talk to: Off."

"Okay."

"When you're finished, click back and return to the main board screen and click Play. Have you or Adrien create a private room by selecting Create Private while the other selects Join Private. The host will find the mute code on the top-right screen. Click the eye image to reveal the code. The host will give the code to the other player after they select Join Game. Have the host Select a Job and press Select, have each player click Ready Up, and have the host select Start to begin the game."

"Sounds easy enough. I'll set up the room while you finish doing all of the tasks," Adrien proposed. "Do you think Edgefield Street House sounds like a good place?"

"Sure! Sounds like a good plan," Mariette chirped, "Do you mind guiding me on the steps as well?"

"No problem."

• • •

"Our room code is 240833," Adrien announced.

"Our room," Marinette sighed infatuatedly.

"Yes, our room code, Marinette," Adrien smiled sweetly to her.

"R-right," Marinette stammered. She forgot Adrien could still see her, but she wouldn't be able to see his face and expressions... If only I had a second monitor… "Since it's both of our first time playing the game, I guess this is where we click Ready Up then start the game," Marinette continued.

"Awesome. Now, this is the part where we mute ourselves on Discord. We should be able to hear each other with the game's audio," the young model added and proceeded to mute himself on Discord.

"Right," Marinette followed suit by minimizing her game followed by selecting the mic button. Catching a glimpse of her partner, Marinette smiled at him. Surprisingly Adrien had caught glimpse of Marinette's smile and exchanged a smile and a wave. To Marinette's horror, a scream of embarrassment had lodged itself in her throat and her smile became a tense line that hid back her flustered expression. All she could do was wave faster and giggle painfully awkwardly and nervously until she had clicked the game to become full screen once again. Smooth, Marinette, she grimaced internally while forcing a calm expression on her face as to not freak out her crush from her freaking out over her raging emotions from being around him. She had forgotten that Adrien had a second monitor. Be cool, Marinette. It's just Adrien. It's just Adrien. It's just- "Adrien?" she said aloud.

"Oh, hey Marinette!" Adrien called back. "Now that that takes care of the immersion checklist and completing all of Max's tasks. Let's start the ga-"

"Wait!" Marinette interrupted, "I think we should write down some notes about the game's hotkeys."

"Great idea! Max was really considerate about completing that task for us. I wonder why he had gone ahead and gave us these keys rather than letting us play the Training section."

"He said something about it being a solo-trip and being time-consuming," Marinette recalled as she scribbled down the hotkeys on a sticky note and placed it on the bottom frame of her monitor. "Ready?"

"Just about..." Adrien answered as he scribbled the last instructions,"... and done. Ready to start?"

"Yup!"

"And we're in."

Both Adrien and Marinette waited patiently as the loading screen loaded up to 100%. Below the loading statement, the duo read the provided hint: Don't stay in the dark too long.

"Don't stay in the dark too long?" Adrien read aloud, "I wonder what that means."

"Maybe our characters will lose sanity if we stayed in the dark too long! Sounds like there'll be some puzzles that will need to be completed under a time limit," Marinette speculated.

"Wow this game just sounds interesting by the minute," the model exclaimed, unable to withhold his excitement.

Marinette giggled concurringly, "It sure does."

The first things that greeted Marinette and Adrien after loading into the game were a bright clock with a design of black and white halved horizontally. In the bottom was a dark frame that contained what seems to be an American round monument with several pillars upholding a dome-No. Upon further observation, an American car-a Hudson Sedan perhaps-was made out due to the window, silver framework, and the two headlights. The dark background made it quite difficult to notice the outline had the individual lacked sharp eyes and attention to details, but Marinette was not one of them. Her sharp attention to detail also made out two indiscernible, dark checkered flags poking out of the ends of the vehicle's framework. Above it, a Route 66 plate is found off the right end while a large Garage text occupied the other half. Below it contained two smaller and incomprehensible texts positioned off the right and hiding behind the clock's hands.

A packaged brown box was found on the right shelf with exquisite details including a gray tape, a white stamp address with a bard code, an arrow pointing upwards, and a text below the arrow stating, This side up.

"Amazing," Marinette blurted admiringly, "this game has so much attention to details."

"You bet," Adrien agreed as he observed the objects about the room. Then a distant, muffled sound of the same fuzzy, male voice, that had greeted the duo at the launch of the game, had gained the pair's attention. It was then a computer, stationed at one end of their location, had caught both Adrien and Marinette's attention and the two proceeded to approach it. While doing so, they noticed not only the male's voice growing stronger and more coherent, but also how unsettlingly loud their characters' footsteps were with each movement.

"… and get set up before investigating. And remember to check the whiteboard for help. There've been reports of violence on site. Please be careful."

"Violence?" Adrien repeated. "You think there'll be an encounter with a villain?"

"Sounds like it," the Marinette answered, "I guess the developers wanted not just variety but also to increase the game's difficulty."

"I always love a fun challenge," the model stated eagerly, his voice drenched with baited excitement, "I'll keep you safe while you work on the puzzles, Marinette."

A warm blush gently blanketed the freckles of the young designer's face. She smiled bashfully and stared at her screen, grateful that she could not see his expression as she uttered, affectionately. "Thank you, Adrien."

"Anytime."

Directing her attention to the sticky note resting on her monitor, Marinette began guiding both she and Adrien into familiarizing themselves with the hotkeys of the game. "Now according to the notes, it seems that we can squat with C."

Adrien then began to squat and move his perspective elsewhere. The action resulted in an inhumane and unnatural human position in which Adrien's character had his upper body lying completely back as if it were lying on an invisible table whereas his lower half remained squatting. Marinette found herself unable to hold back her laughter from the inhumane contortion.

"What's so funny?" Adrien smiled.

"You should see how you look right now! Wait, let me show you!" Marinette proceeded to mirror Adrien's action and had almost immediately heard the model's laughter.

"What with this position!? Is this even humanely possible?!" Adrien cackled.

"Right!?" Marinette agreed as she wiped a tear from her eye."

"I guess we figured out one solution to prevent intruders from completing our tasks. Let's just hope that they feel weirded out and leave us alone."

"You're funny, Adrien!" Marinette complimented, "It's a nice guess, but I doubt that the moderators thought of this as a possible defense option." The ultramarine teenager then proceeded with playing around with the hotkeys. She turned to a book and brought the small circle cursor to hover over it and clicked the E key. "Oh! It seems I picked up a book..." Marinette's character waved it about, much to Adrien's amusement, and couldn't resist snickering when he saw his teammate's wonky gestures as she shook the book up and down in that inhumane arch and unnatural, half laid back extension. Marinette couldn't help but giggle due to his contagious snickering. "Alright, Adrien," a laugh made its way into her statement, "What would you do with this book if you were told hold one?"

"Probably to write notes or evidence," the blond teenager surmised amusingly. "I'm pretty sure waving your book in your manner won't win you some game points."

Marinette laughed, "You're not wrong. But it would be nice to figure out how to use the pencil somehow."

It was then Adrien's turn to pick up an object and turn to Marinette.

"Nice! You found a camera."

"I wonder if we use this for taking pictures of the evidence. How do I-" the sound of a shutter is heard as he took a picture of Marinette holding the book. "Nevermind. But it looks like I got myself a sus squatter in this shot."

"Make sure to remember the squatter's face when it's time for questioning," Marinette laughed. "But say... Don't we have a limited amount of pictures?" Marinette's character returned to her upright position.

"Uh... I think I noticed the 5 change into a 4," Adrien mumbled nervously, his mirth fading, "Sorry, Marinette."

"I think we can still work with 4 pictures. You can hold on to the camera, I'll pick up a flashlight and... whatever this is..." She finds what appeared to be a walkie-talkie and holds it up to her teammate.

"What is it?"

"Uhh... I think it's some type of walkie talkie."

"Try right-clicking it."

The sound of static immediately floods their entire room and startled Marinette with a shriek," Ah!" She immediately right-clicked once again to turn off the object.

"That must be the voice box."

"The voice box?" The teenage girl repeated, "what are we supposed to do with this? Record voice memos?"

"Not sure, but Max said it'll be useful to have. So while you have the notebook and the voice box, I'll carry the camera and EMF reader."

"What's that?"

"Looks like a remote, but it should be able to react in certain places," Adrien read Max's notes aloud.

"Ugh," Marinette groaned, "I feel a little overwhelmed with all of these gadgets."

"Don't worry, Marinette, give yourself some time and I'm sure that you'll get the hang of it." Adrien watched as Marinette's tense expression relaxed and softened from their video call.

"Thank you, Adrien." Marinette felt so lucky to have Adrian as her gaming buddy. She hoped that he could see how safe he made her feel. "Okay, is there anything else we need to do?"

"According to Max's note, it said that we need to read the board, have each of us carry three items where one of them must be a flashlight for each of us, and to use the key when we're both ready to enter the house. Left-click on the door and move your cursor to open the door," Adrien concluded reading.

"Did Max happen to describe which of these two rods are the flashlight?"

"Hang on..." Adrien paused as he rolled his mouse to find the keywords, "Here we go. They should be the long ones. The short ones are the UV lights that detect fingerprints."

"Fingerprints!? That's so cool! I can't believe this game has this level of detective skills and gadgets! This reminds me of our class project when- " Marinette's words trailed when a flashback of how she and Adrien had almost shared a kiss until Chloe had barged in and interrupted them.

"I remember! It was that time when Mylène was akumatized into Horrificator, right?" Adrien recalled excitedly.

Marinette nodded and giggled nervously. She wondered if he thought about that moment as well. Her cheeks had suddenly felt warm.

"I'm sure you'll be a great detective in this game, Marinette," the green-eyed model encouraged.

"Thanks, Adrien," Marinette smiled warmly. She breathed in a deep, lungful of air and exhaled. Then rolling her shoulders back and cracking the tension from her neck, Marinette began to hype herself, "Okay, I got this. I got this!"

"We've got this," Adrien agreed.

Marinette felt her heart was about to burst. She was sure that if she saw his face, she would've been in an even bigger mess. "So..." she giggled nervously to shake off her flustered emotions. "Anything else Max advised?"

"When your flashlight blinks, find the nearest room and close the door. Listen to the door click to confirm it is closed and stay away from the door."

"I'm surprised this game has a chasing function. I thought we were just looking for clues," Marinette commented.

"Maybe the developers wanted to increase the challenge. After all, looking for clues sounds like an easy task, solving puzzles in the dark could become an easy task over time, and since there are two of us, having one of us fight off an intruder may even be easy," the model theorized and recounted.

"I can see that," the pig-tailed teenager agreed, "Any more comments from Max?"

"Nope, he just said G-L-H-F."

"Sounds like we're ready to go."

"Yup. I'll read the whiteboard first, so you go on ahead and wait by the door."

"Got it!" Marinette began to walk to one end of the truck, where the monitor stayed then back to the opposite end. "Uh, Adrien, how do I get out again?"

"Oh, right. You have to left-click the number pad on the wall to your left."

"Alright!" Marinette clicked the number pad as instructed and heard a mechanical grumble almost immediately. She noticed the door began to move and lower itself downwards to create a ramp. "See you in a bit."

As soon as Marinette had stepped outside of the vehicle, Marinette no longer heard the humming of the fluorescent light but the light wind and soft crickets. The sounds produced in the game were accurate to evenings when she strolled outside her or patrolled the streets of Paris. She couldn't help but say, "Wow." She continued her stroll and walked to the door whilst fumbling and flickering with the light as she waited for her partner.

• • •

Adrien had taken note of how distant Marinette's clear voice had faded away due to their proximity and found himself agreeing with Marinette's distant, "Wow." He couldn't help himself and grin before turning his attention back to the whiteboard:

Objective 1: Discover what type of Ghost we are dealing with. Objective 2: Get a ghost to walk through salt. Objective 3: Cleanse the area near the Ghost using smudge sticks. Objective 4: find evidence of paranormal with an EMF reader.

I've done some more investigating for you. Looks like the ghost's name is John Garcia. This ghost also seems to respond to everyone. You should be able to use its name to anger it and get some paranormal activity. Make sure to refer to your Journal and write any evidence you find.

"Oh no..." Adrien sighed aloud, then remembering that Marinette could possibly hear his voice, he had dropped his voice a few decibels, "Marinette's going to hate this when she finds out..."

• • •

"Oh no..."

Marinette's ears perked to Adrien's soft and muffled voice. She couldn't make out what words had followed after and she found herself moving walking back to the vehicle and stopped midway to get his attention. "Adrien? What's wrong?" Marinette's voice grew stronger as she neared him. "Can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"I.. uh..." Adrien hesitated. He recalled how much Marinette had disliked horror-themed films and displayed fear when they had snuck into the movie months ago. He wasn't sure how much more freaked out she would be if she found out what they were playing. "I'll tell you when I come over there.''

"Okay..." Marinette replied, giving him the benefit of doubt. She returned to her post in front of the door and waited for her partner.

Marinette probably hadn't realized the game was a ghost hunting excavation. As much as he would have loved to not tell her and witness her reactions firsthand, he recalled their trip to the Musée Grévin and his small prank on her. "It's probably better to just stay honest, "he muttered to himself as he walked to meet Marinette by the door.

"I think you should let her figure it out once you're both in the house," a mischievous black kitten-like kwami interjected.

"Shh!" Adrien gestured and hissed out. Then pushing the microphone from his cheek further from his lips, the model added, "That's a terrible idea, Plagg."

"I think it'd be a hilarious memory."

"Of course not."

"Did you say something, Adrien," Marinette's voice sounded similar to the male NPC's voice accompanied by white static. "I can't really hear what you're saying."

"It's nothing, I was just thinking out loud. I'll be there in a sec."

"Take all the time you need."

"Not another word," Adrien whispered to his mischievous kwami.

Plagg stuck his tongue out cheekily and returned to hugging and devouring small pieces of his Camembert. He knew better than to give Adrien's identity away to the current Ladybug miraculous owner, but that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun from time to time.

• • •

"What was it that you wanted to tell me?" the curious blue-bell-eyed teenager asked.

"Well... to be honest with you, I think you're not going to enjoy much of this game," Adrien began. "I kind of realized that this game is a ghost-hunting game."

Marinette's actions came to a halt and blinked once, then twice. "I-I'm not sure if I heard you correctly, Adrien. But correct me if I'm wrong... Did you say g-ghost hunting?" Marinette stammered. She felt the words ghost hunting plummet in her stomach.

"Yeah, and I remembered that you mentioned not being a fan of anything horror-related films. So I can't imagine you enjoying yourself playing a horror-themed game. I understand if you feel uncomfortable, so you're welcome to quit if you want."

Marinette sat with trepidations and weighed her feeling next to Adrien. First, she felt herself melt when Adrien had not only taken notice of what Marinette had disliked, but he had also remembered them. These acknowledgments were enough to motivate her to play the game. Second, she recalled how excited Adrien had sounded as they continued exploring the game prior to learning that the game was a horror-themed video game. She would not forgive herself if she had backed out and left Adrien feeling disappointed that he had to back out because of her. The final motivation had been the amount of effort that the two had already invested to become familiarized with the game and its hotkey settings. Marinette was genuinely afraid but... Adrien did genuinely sound excited since earlier that day. Swallowing her fear, Marinette answered." No, it's fine. We're already here so we might as well..."

"Are you sure, Marinette?'' The boy's voice was drenched with concern.

"I-I-It's not bad to give something a chance at least once!" Marinette raised two thumbs and mustered the best smile she could wear without giving away her anxiety.

Adrien had considered that Marinette may have been pushing herself for his sake. "But Marinette-"

"I-I want to give this game a chance rather than hide behind saying no," the ultramarine teenager insisted, mustering the confidence and conviction to play this game. "I won't know until I try, right?"

Adrien sighed, touched by her obvious efforts to be brave for his sake. He felt truly moved by her kind gesture. "Okay, just know that I'm here with you, Marinette. I'll be next to you every step of the way."

Hearing his comforting words made Marinette feel like her stomach housed millions of butterflies. "Please don't leave me, Adrien." Marinette was shocked by her own words.

"I won't," she heard his gentle voice reply. Then turning to the door, Adrien asked once more, "Ready?"

Adrien heard Marinette take a sharp deep breath and exhaled.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

The door to the Edgefield Street House had opened silently, but one step into the home had sent all of Marinette's butterflies to swarm in the most unpleasant and uncomfortable places. Another step into the house, Marinette wondered if her character's footsteps had always been obnoxiously loud.

Author's Note:

It has been 6 long years since I've picked up a pencil and spent endless days writing a story. I'm pretty proud of the results! Writing this was pretty spontaneous, since my partner, our friends, and I have been playing Phasmophobia for quite some time now! :3

This lil fic is going to be a two-shot, and I apologize since this story was supposed to be released 5 days ago, but the problem for the long edit was due to being unhappy with what I wrote. I ended up re-writing some of the details during my editing progress. The final part of this fic will be following a similar process and may take a couple days to a week to complete. I hope you guys are understanding and patient, the process is quite long ;'(

To give you a quick overview, I love handwriting my stories since the very beginning of publishing my fanfics. Typing from my paper to the computer had always been a lengthy process, but now I have a tablet where it can change my handwriting to text (amazing right?!) and then I can send this text file to my email. The process after that is to copy/paste to OneNote where I can easily focus on reading and editing my work. Oftentimes, my first draft (writing) misses some details and I have a tendency to add more details during the reading and editing process.

That being said, I hope you guys have enjoyed reading this little fun fic! I truly enjoyed writing this and visualizing Marinette and Adrien being in a video call on Discord and guiding each other with the technical functions of the game. While writing the scene where the game had loaded the characters in the van, I actually got scared when thunder struck during the process of collecting all of the NPC quotes from the tutorial game. I actually decided not to let Marinette and Adrien do the tutorial scene because of my first-hand experience playing in the tutorial... my boyfriend told me to play the tutorial scene and I'd like to share that I was petrified beyond words. I have actually live-streamed myself playing Phasmophobia and my fanfiction will be significantly referencing it. If you would like to see my references and enjoy a good laugh the video is titled Why Did I Agree to Do This at 2 AM?- Phasmophobia (1) by Hannybunnns.

For the second part of the fic, I have already filmed a second video where I had actually played at the Edgefield Street House... solo-player. I had hinted at some events that I will mention in the next fic so if you guys are interested to see a glimpse of what part 2 will be having, the video to look for is In the name of fanfic research... - Phasmophobia (2) by Hannybunnns.

I will be working on part 2 and possibly a sequel including our favorite duo's besties in the future playing this game! Let me know what you guys think and I'll answer future comments/questions in the next author's note.

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