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Chapter 4: Questions Answered, Fears Realized Previous Chapter||Next Chapter

TW: None(?); Reader and Vil have a strenuous relationship

Info: Ace, Deuce, and Reader (platonic); Vil and Reader (familial); Rook x Reader; Reader has a lil crush on Riddle; Reader has a BIG crush on Rook

Word Count: 8.5k words

🍓As promised, here is chapter 4! It took so long to write because it's pretty long itself... Still, I hope it's enjoyable! Love you all <3

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You woke up in a cold sweat, your dreams were filled with monsters made of ink destroying your city and beady red eyes watching your every move. You groan, the sun burning your eyes with its unwelcome presence. You wished you had the royal power to demand the sun rise later in the day, but alas your influence could not change the universe. It could hardly change anything in the first place.

Reluctantly, you rolled over on your side, glaring at your clock—ten in the morning. You overslept. With an annoyed sigh, you sat up and angrily moved around the room, dressing yourself in something more light and casual than your maids would normally have you. After ensuring you looked half presentable, you stepped into the hall to be greeted by your delightful companion Ace.

“You look awful,” he says plainly.

“Good morning to you too, Ace. What a pleasure to see you today.” You snark back.

“I think you look fine princess,” Deuce tried to soothe, but you sent him a glare, “Nevermind.”

You slump down the hallway to the main dining room – which was quite a walk from here – practically radiating exhaustion with each step. You serfs and maids gave you a wide berth, while your guards practically stepped on your toes with how close they were.

“Could you two give me space.” You say, sharper than you intended.

Deuce diligently steps back, but Ace pushes his shoulder into yours playfully.

“What crawled up your ass this morning.”

You sigh, rolling your head back in annoyance, “I hardly slept last night. Too many night terrors… and an odd encounter that I’m still not positive wasn't a dream…”

Deuce gave you a soft pat on your back, falling back into step beside you, “We heard from Trey.”

“Of course you did…” You sigh.

“Listen, speaking as your friend,” Ace begins, “if this… thing is causing you so much stress, why worry about it at all.”

“Because it concerns the safety of my people! I can’t stand by where their lives could be in danger. What ruler would I be if I allowed them to die knowingly?” You exclaim.

The two of them shared a look, then Deuce spoke, “A pretty typical one, actually…”

You groan, running your fingers through your hair, “I don’t want to be ‘typical’, I want to be good! More than good, I want to be great! Loved, even!”

Another look, longer this time, as neither of them could come up with something to say. You smoothed over your hair, then took a deep breath, and gave both of them an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on you. You’ve been helpful this whole time,” you sigh out, “It’s just… brick wall after brick wall here. I’m growing weary.”

Ace hums, tapping his chin thoughtfully, “Then… why don’t we look outside the castle?”

You hadn’t considered the idea, for some reason, too caught up in your head to be rational. If magic was essentially naught in the castle, you’d just have to look elsewhere for it. Though… where you could look was very few and far between. Magic was also banned to the common folk, but you’d heard whispers of magic shops run illegally in the shady parts of town. Perhaps you could find a lead there.

“That's… a great idea actually,” you respond, slowly, “thank you.”

First, however, you were late to breakfast with your brother. Who you are confident has been sitting at the dinner table patiently this whole time, because as busy as he is, he is just as stubborn about the time he spends with you. It was flattering! If only you weren’t anticipating the lecture you would get for your sleeping habits.

You enjoyed a few more moments of idle prattle with your friends until you arrived at the grandiose doors to the dining room. You bid Ace and Deuce farewell, promising to save a few pastries for them, and then stepped into the room where your brother sat – visibly annoyed. Still, he managed to make the wrinkle in his brow and the curl of his lip stunning. His beauty was magical, and you considered for a moment that it truly may have been but banished the thought as it came.

“I have other things to attend to, you know,” he drawls, scowling.

“And yet, you’re still sitting here,” you respond, taking your seat next to him with a smile.

As if he cannot remain angry with you – which you know he cannot – he laughs under his breath and reaches over to fix your still-tousled hair.

“You look awful,” he comments, “are you not getting sleep.”

You sigh, swatting his hands away, “I… have been having night terrors.”

“Night terrors again? Have you spoken to one of our doctors, I’m sure they may have something to help.” He worries.

“It’s… not that simple. I am fine. I would tell you if something was of concern.” You ease with grace, taking his hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

He smiles at you, worries not quite out of his face, and squeezes your hand back. As he does so, the head chef and several other members of the kitchen staff flood the room and fill the table with delightful breakfast foods. Your favorites, meaning Vil was going to drop something awful on you while you ate.

You thanked the staff, loading up your plate in excitement, taking note of the things Ace and Deuce would enjoy as you did so. Of course, they would both eat anything on the table with delight, but you had to be careful about how much you brought out of the room. The head chef did not enjoy it when you ate outside of the dinner room – silly if you were to say anything about it, but you respected your staff and the hard work they did.

“So?” You ask.

Vil raises a brow at you, swallowing down his food, “So…?”

“Don’t be coy. You have something to tell me, so tell me.”

“I thought maybe we could eat before I ruined the mood…” He sighed.

You smirked, “So it is something bad.”

“It isn’t bad,” he corrects, “you just wouldn’t like it.”

You give him an indifferent hum, “Just tell me, it’ll make things easier.”

He sighs, again, and sets his silverware down, straightening himself out before finally speaking, “I have requested that your suitors have dinner together with you and me… which, of course, requires your attendance.”

You purse your lips, poking at the eggs on your plate, “When would this dinner be?”

“Two days from now…” he pauses, thinking for a moment, then adding, “I thought it would be a good chance for you to get to know them…”

You give him an odd look, “I do know most of them, you know. I do my research.”

“Get to know them outside of books and half-assed conversation,” he corrects snarkily, earning a laugh from you at his sudden swearing. Very unlike your brother.

“Okay, okay… I will be there. Only if I can sit near Rosehearts.” You bargain.

“Why him?”

“He has been…” you think over how to put it. When compared to the social recluse of Idia, the asshole that is Leona, and whatever Malleus’ deal was Riddle seemed to be the easiest to talk to. “Not unpleasant. And I would like a chance to properly talk to him about equestrians.”

“He likes equestrians?”

“Very much so, yes.”

Your brother hums, “That… would make a lot of sense. I’m sure I could see that done, so long as you will actually show.”

You frown, “Who do you take me for? I would never not show.”

He raises his eyebrows at you, and you scoff, deciding to go back to eating instead of arguing about it. The food is delicious, and the conversation you have with your brother is also nice. Your new guards, his responsibilities, the state of the village people. Regular things.

He finds the stories you tell of Ace and Deuce to be amusing, though you have to assure him that they do protect you. You pointedly avoid telling him about what exactly you’ve been researching so adamantly, despite his attempts to figure it out. He is busy, as usual, and is very quickly running out of niceties for your suitors who are… exhausting. As expected. Of course, he discusses the reports he receives about the village, and you give him the gossip you’ve managed to overhear from castle staff and visitors. It’s so normal, it's almost as if he isn’t hiding a potentially deadly secret from you.

Of course, you cannot help but ask about Epel, despite just having seen him. You blame the itching curiosity to see what his excuse might be.

“How has Epel been, by the way, I have not seen him in a while,” you say, eyeing your brother carefully.

His eyebrow twitches, and you can tell he does not have a good excuse to give, “I… have been keeping him busy.”

“To keep him from me?” you push.

You can tell you’ve won from the way his mouth turns into a thin line, he cannot lie his way out of this one, “Precisely.”

“Why? He is my closest friend, you know that.”

He considers his answers for a long moment, before sighing, “I- He is a very headstrong person, as are you. I don’t want a repeat of what happened that night.”

You tense. Did he know what you saw? Did Epel tell him? Surely Epel would’ve told you if he did, he wouldn’t leave something important like that out, would he?

“It was just… a bear larger than we were used to,” you quickly lied, hoping to the sevens your brother would just take it.

To your relief, he doesn’t seem to argue, though you can see the suspicion in his eyes, “It was dangerous. I will not lose another one of my blood to that forsaken forest.”

“The hunters from the village go in there all the time, what is so different when I go hunting.” You argue.

“Because,” he says sharply, and you know you’ve reached the end of his patience, “you are the princess. You have a responsibility to the kingdom, and no matter how skilled you are, one mistake could cost your life. I will not lose my family again, and I will not allow our people to mourn another member of the royal court.”

Something in you – resentment that has been building for quite a while – bubbles up out of your throat before you can stop it.

“I have no responsibility, though! I am…” you struggle to find the words, waving your hand frustratedly in the air, “useless to this kingdom.”

“You aren’t–”

“I am! You do not let me be anything more than a pretty face and a… bargaining piece! I am nothing more than an object for your political game!” You finally get out, “Everyone here is!”

Saying it aloud makes you feel amazing, but the dread that replaces the relief as you watch your brother's expression reach a boiling point is far worse than the tension from before. Vil cannot school his expression, and even if he could, the whiteness on his knuckles around his silverware was enough to give away his anger.

“You do not have responsibility…” he starts, slowly, “because you still throw tantrums, and you cannot seem to understand just how important your role is. Some sacrifices must be made as the princess.”

You bite back your response, shoving your plate away from yourself. You were not hungry anymore. “I understand,” You pause, before adding, “Your Majesty.”

The hurt that crosses Vil’s face is almost liberating, but you decide you won’t be staying around to take it in.

“I’m no longer hungry. I’ll grab some leftovers for later.” You say coolly.

“You won’t be joining me for dinner?” Vil asks, voice uncharacteristically small.

“I don’t believe either of us wants that right now.”

You collect two plates full of leftovers for your guards – under the guise that it was for yourself – and quickly storm out into the hall before the head chef could see. When you get back to your room, you present them to your friends with a bright smile, and they practically drool as they take the delicacies out of your hands. Watching them eat is… unpleasant, but you're happy to see them so happy. It makes you feel just a little better.

You can tell that they know you’re upset, but they are kind enough not to mention it. They’d learned not to ask about what happens between you and your brother, for both your sake and theirs. Instead, they keep light conversation – mostly about how good the food is, and how they wish they were royalty.

“So,” Ace starts, mouth full, “When are we heading out for the village? Later this week?”

“Today!” You say excitedly, “Which reminds me, I should probably dress down a bit more.”

“I’m sorry your majesty,” Deuce interrupts, “Today? Don’t you have to request permission to leave?”

“Yes, to both! Which is exactly why we won’t be requesting permission!” You announce proudly, and the two of them stare at you in disbelief.

“Woah, is goodie-two-shoes going bad on us, Deuce?” Ace laughs.

“I think they may be, Ace.” Deuce responds.

You scoff, rolling your eyes at them, “Shut up, and once you’re done eating go dress in casual clothes and meet me outside at the fountain. We’ll be sneaking out through the back gates since they’re less heavily guarded.”

They share another look, shrug, and go back to wolfing down their plates.

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As soon as they were finished with their plates, you tossed on the absolute plainest clothes you owned. A simple dress with no elaborate stitching, no silk, no velvet. Just a regular dress, one you bought because you saw so many young girls wearing it around the village once. It was the most comfortable thing you owned, you wished the fancy things you owned could be pretty and comfortable like this one.

You washed the makeup from your face, threw what hair you could back, and tossed a cloak on top for extra measure. Giving yourself a final look over, you smiled. You looked like a normal person. From the corner of your eye, you spotted the hat the huntsman gave you so long ago. It had become a confidence booster of sorts recently, but the deep purple and the feather stood out a bit too much to consider bringing it along.

Shrugging to yourself, you gently run a finger over the feather and then turn to leave. Perhaps you’ll wear it out some other day.

You made your way to the fountain as swiftly and stealthily as possible, and very quickly ushered your friends out and around the castle walls. Easier than you expected it to be, but you were not going to complain about it.

You practically skipped down the roads of the city, taking in the beauty of its simple architecture. Sure, you had it great up in the castle, and if you were living here you’d want to be in the castle instead, but you truly did wish you were born in the city. The bustle of your citizens chattering to each other and the smell of fresh baked goods flooded the streets. It was an experience you could never wish to have back at home.

You weren’t here for that, though. No, you were here to get more answers.

“Where are we heading,” Ace asked for the umpteenth time.

“I told you I can’t tell you, it’s a secret.”

“You having secrets, little goodie-two-shoes you?” he snarked.

“Yes, even I have secrets. Besides, these people are seedy.”

“Is this safe princess,” Deuce asked, a bit weary.

“It should be, I just want to be sure.”

Ace scoffed, and you sent him a glare.

“You’re running us around in circles again, Princess. Maybe this whole thing is fake and you’re freaking out for no reason.”

“It is real Ace,” Deuce said before you could, with a confidence you had never held on the subject at hand. “I mean– if the princess says it’s real, it must be,” he quickly added.

You smiled, “Thank you, Deuce. Anyway, Ace, I’ll buy you whatever you’d like after this if you’d just stop your whining.”

“Deal,” he said all too fast, earning an eye roll from both you and Deuce.

The three of you continued on your path, taking turns down several roads until you started to wander through the back alleys. These streets were dark and damp, the walls of buildings worn down and crumbling after years of disrepair. Very few people were out here, and those that were kept their heads held low. Ace and Deuce stayed close to your side, and you were grateful you asked them to come with you.

You tugged your cloak to cover more of your face. You’d only heard of this place when researching your citizens' daily lives – a few of them known to practice magic under your brother's nose (not that you cared) – actually visiting was terrifying. You almost wanted to turn back and call it a day. Still, you were doing this for the greater good of your people, so you’d have to suck it up and be a proper ruler.

Eventually, among the winding alleyways, you finally stumbled across your destination. A hole-in-the-wall shop, its sign read “Mr. S’s Mystery Shop” in faded cursive, a little hat atop ‘Mr. S’s’. Charming, you thought. The door was made of pretty mahogany, worn down from water damage and sun exposure over the years. Despite its wear and tear, it was still the nicest-looking shop in this area, and that put your nerves slightly at ease.

Smiling, you turned to your guards, “This is it!”

Ace eyed you up and down. Deuce looked horrified.

“What,” you asked, “why are you looking at me like that?”

Ace scoffed, “We did all this secretive stuff just for you to take us to a souvenir shop?”

You frowned, “It’s not a souvenir shop, it’s a magic shop, and we’re going to go in and find clues.”

“Like we’re detectives or something?” Ace said, dripping with sarcasm.

“Yes, like we’re detectives ‘or something’,” you snapped back, “if you have a problem with it you can stay out here, but if something happens to me you’ll have to explain to Rosehearts why you weren’t doing your job.”

Deuce snickered at your words, earning him a smack from Ace, but Ace didn’t argue any further, trudging along behind you and Deuce. Satisfied with this, you turned back to the shop and pushed open the door.

The first scent that hit you was warm, like firewood burning at a campfire. The next was an array of earthy tones, reminding you of your time spent in the woods. It was oddly comforting coming from a place like this.

Inside looked much better than outside, you could say that for certain. While the building was broken down and the shelves were cluttered with an array of magical items, it was clean and cozy. The shop itself was small, only allowing for around five or six people at a time. Its hardwood floors were creaky and scuffed from years of boots stepping all over it. The decorations consisted of different types of animal bones and hide hung about the wall. Perhaps the shop owner was a hunter as well.

In the corner of the shop was pretty purple carpeting and a cozy little chair – you assumed to sit and read some of the books on display. Each book was labeled something magic-related, carefully bound, and wrapped in stained leather. The shop was… charming! Cute in a way that only something like this would be. You almost felt welcomed, if the threat of this being a black market wasn’t in the back of your mind the whole time.

The shopkeep wasn’t behind the counter. there was no one in there except for the three of you. Frowning, you glanced around again, taking in what was on the shelves this time. Along the back wall behind the counter were several vials filled with liquids. Each vial was a different color, some pink and sparkling, others deep green and almost powdery. Potions. From what little you knew about magical practice, these were the most commonly used – some doctors were even permitted to make magical potions to help with difficult diseases.

On the counter were several trinkets, all of varying types – like souvenirs you might find in hot tourist spots. The whole shop felt like a tourist trap, which made you resolve to waiver a bit. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

Ace nudged your shoulder, pointing to a shelf with a collection of magical pens and staves, all with a shimmering gem at the top. They were pretty, each crafted with painstaking detail, and each very not legal for use. Though, you supposed purchasing them wasn’t illegal in any way. The use of magical pens and staffs were outlawed nearly as soon as your brother came to power. You’d seen a few in your lifetime, namely your fathers when you were very little, but this was your first time seeing them so close. Despite your better judgment, you wandered over to get a better look.

Each had a unique design. While the pens generally didn’t differ too much, outside of the type of pen or the color, the staves were something magnificent. Hand carved out of various types of woods, polished to perfection. The gems were held firmly at the top, some by ferocious beasts like lions and wolves, while others were cradled in the pretty paws of black cats. You had no idea that the magic market here was large enough for such variation.

Ace, who had been standing next to you, plucked one off the wall. You sucked in a breath as if it would explode the second he touched it, but nothing happened. He grinned and waved it at you.

“You scared?” he teased, waving it in your face.

“No.”

“Then take it.”

He shoved it at you, and you jumped back into Duece's chest. He steadied you gently, swiping the staff from Ace’s hands. You expected him to put it away, but instead, he carefully offered it up to you. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Ace just wants to show you that magic isn’t going to hurt you,” he eased gently, “right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he drawled, “listen, Princess, both Deuce and I think it’s really weird how you don’t know anything about magic. There’s nothin’ to be scared of with this stuff, it’s not gonna eat you or anything.”

You took a deep breath in, “I dunno, I mean… there must be a reason Vil kept me away from it all my life.”

The two of them shared a look, then Ace said, “If I may speak freely, your brother sucks. Everyone in his stupid little court sucks.”

Deuce nodded along, “I wouldn’t say they suck, but I do think that your brother hasn’t been honest with you about all this magic stuff. Even Ace and I know a little bit of magic – most people do. Didn’t you have magical lessons when you were younger?”

You frown and nod, “I did. Before my parents died my father was teaching me magic, but after they passed Vil put in place statewide restrictions and banned me from using magic. I’ve… sort’ve forgotten how to do it at all.”

Ace hums, “Seems like your brother has an issue with doing that to you.”

Deuce nodded, giving you a pitying look, “We aren’t gonna force you, but as your temporary guards we have to keep you safe and let you know you will always be safe. We would never put you in harm's way, you know that Princess.”

That was… oddly knightly of Deuce. You knew he was right. Truthfully, if this was so dangerous the two of them likely would’ve been fighting harder to keep you away from this stuff. Or maybe not, but they wouldn’t willingly force a dangerous magical item in your hands – not with the threat of Riddle and your brother at their backs.

You swallowed, taking one more deep breath, then reached out to grab the staff from Deuce. You closed your eyes in anticipation of something happening, but instead, there was nothing. Just a big polished black stick in your hand. You opened your eyes to both Ace and Deuce smiling at you. Curiously, you examined the staff in your hands.

Since it had been stained black, you couldn’t tell what kind of wood it was, but it was sturdy. The gem was a pretty sparkling green, held in the paws of a rather charming-looking fox. You flipped it a few times in your hands, liking the way it felt. You waved it around a few times, laughing at the ridiculousness of your fear in hindsight, then firmly stamping it on the ground and striking a dramatic pose.

“How do I look? Like a magician?” you joked.

“You look ridiculous,” Ace laughed, clutching his sides as if it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.

Deuce seemed to agree with how hard he was laughing. Normally you would be offended, but you found the whole situation too silly to be angry about it. You laughed along with your companions, reveling in the normalcy of the moment.

“It suits you,” a voice sounded from behind you, scaring the three of you out of your laughter.

There was now a man behind the counter. He was of average height with dark skin, highlighted by bone-like markings across his face and chest. His playful purple eyes scanned the three of you as if he were sizing you up – he likely was. He was wearing a lot of magenta, from his vest to his little top hat, matching the vibe of the shop. He was the most interestingly dressed man you’d ever seen.

It took you a moment to react to what he said, and when you did you scrambled to put the staff back. Ace and Deuce also quickly straighten themselves out. Seems the three of you got the same intimidating vibe from this guy.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said lightly, “you did look good with the staff.”

You chuckled awkwardly, fiddling with your fingers, “I appreciate it, sir.”

“No need for such formalities, you can call me Mr. S,” he said boisterously, “here at my mystery shop I sell anything and everything magical. What can I help you find?”

You stared at him like an idiot for a long moment, blinking as if you were waiting for him to read your mind. You might’ve been convinced that he could if you were less educated. You quickly composed yourself, clearing your throat, and walking forward to meet him at the same level.

“I was looking for books,” you said.

“I have plenty of books, you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Ah– Uhm, books on magical creatures, to be specific.”

“Such as Fae?”

“More… obscure. I’m looking into more…” you lean in, whispering as if it would get you in trouble. “dangerous creatures… if that makes sense?”

He smiled, squinting his eyes and you and nodding along, “Oh yes, I see what you’re getting at. What dangerous creatures might you have in mind?”

You bite at your lip, you feel like a child, “Uhm… inky ones?”

You half expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t, instead, he smiles at you, “I see. I think I might be able to help you out.”

Quickly, he headed into the back of his shop. You share a look with your companions, and he’s back in only a short few moments. He urges the three of you closer, to which you comply, and sets a large tome on the counter. It was wrapped in brown leather with – what you assumed was – a magical rune on the front. On its back was a collection of words you had never studied before – magical spells you assumed. You went to open it, but Mr. S swiped it away.

“No previews, unfortunately.”

“How are we supposed to know you’re not cheating us,” Ace chimes in.

“You won’t,” he replied with confidence, “I cannot guarantee the objects aren’t cursed or enchanted, nor can I promise they’re safe to use. I can, however, say for certain I’ve never failed to give a customer what they want. ”

He sends you a wink, and you don’t like how it makes you feel. Still, this is your only hope, and you don’t want to waste any opportunities. Before you can speak though, Deuce chimes in.

“What about those books on the shelves over there? They’re magical right, they should work just as well.”

The man hums, “Astute, but not quite. Those only contain the basic magical creatures, if you want to find what you’re looking for, this is the book for you.”

“Why? Is there a reason this particular creature wouldn’t be in other magical books?” You ask nervously.

‘Mr. S’ eyes you, smiling like you already know the answer, “His Majesty has made very sure this one is kept under wraps.”

You took a moment to think. This man could be scamming you, trying to get free and easy money… or he could be lying. You’d never know unless you bought the book, and you had no budget to worry about, being the princess.

“Alright, we’ll take the book. How much.”

“Smart,” he practically purrs, “hundred-thousand thuramarks.”

“What,” Ace and Deuce shouted, clearly appalled.

You, however, ignored them and pulled out your little wallet from your bag. You counted out the money and realized that you could only give him more or less, and you doubted this man would want to give you change.

“I have one-fifty, would that suffice?”

“More than enough,” he says, taking the money greedily, “I’ll give you the little staff you were looking at earlier for that price.”

You hesitated… it would be hard to hide getting into the castle… but you did like the way it felt in your hands. Besides, you didn’t want to spend so much and walk away with only the book.

“Deal,” you glanced over at the wall of magical pens, “aren’t those illegal, though?”

He grinned, counting up the bills you gave him, “Nothing in my shop is illegal to buy.”

“Clever business you’ve got here,” you compliment.

“Must be, to attract the princess.”

You flush, “Is it obvious?”

“Only up close,” he assures, smirking.

You took the book, and shoved it in your bag, giving the shopkeep your thanks. Ace plucked the staff off the wall as he passed, waggling it around playfully. Deuce slapped his hand, and he scowled, smacking him back. You had to dodge several of their attacks, caught in the crossfire.

As the three of you opened the door, the shopkeeper called out to you, “Princess, do be careful. Some things are hidden from us for a reason.”

You give him a nervous nod, and the door shuts behind you.

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The three of you step into the alleyway, and Ace is immediately upon you, trying to pull the book out of the bag. You grab the staff out of his hand and give him a harsh smack on the head with it, pulling your cloak down for a moment as he backs off. Deuce gives him another firm slap on the other side of his head, and you laugh at the groan that leaves Ace’s mouth.

“What was that for?” He whines, rubbing at both sides of his head.

“Being an idiot,” Deuce says plainly, earning another laugh from you.

“Okay, let's take a look at this thing,” you announce, pulling the book out, “to make sure we weren’t scammed, at least. We can read more when we get back to the castle.”

The two of them nod, huddling around your cloaked figure to get a good look. The book was old, pages yellowed and wrinkled with years of use and damage. The leather cover was rough and peeling apart, but the sigil on the front was still proudly shining in gold. You could feel where you held it from the back that there were other sigils stamped into the leather. Your fingers tingle as you run your fingers over its front – a ticklish sensation that is oddly pleasant.

With one last big breath, you flip the cover open and decide to thumb through the pages. True to his word, this seemingly was the book you wanted, each page detailing a different magical beast – some more ferocious than others – until you come across the exact monster you’ve been looking for. You freeze, as does Deuce.

Ace points at the page, “This is it?”

You nod.

“You… saw that thing? In the forest?” He asks again.

You swallow hard and nod, “Yes, it… it was a bit different, but the same general look.”

“Phantoms, also known as Blot Monsters,” Deuce read aloud, “the remnants of overzealous magicians.”

Just like the mysterious man had told you. You weren’t crazy! It was real… you let out a sigh, and Ace brought a hand up to pat your back.

“Sorry for doubting you,” he apologizes, sincerely.

You shake your head, hands trembling as you close the book. You couldn’t look at it any longer for fear of your head exploding.

“I would’ve doubted myself a few weeks ago, I can’t blame you.” You forgive with a little smile, “Now, let’s head back to the castle so we can read this in private.”

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The three of you now sat in your room, the book sat on the little tea table in front of you. You would’ve taken the library, as usual, but that felt too risky. So, you settled on your private quarters. You’d set your new staff on the bed for now, opting to deal with hiding it later.

The book itself was settled in the middle of the table, open to the correct page, the three of you just staring at it stupidly. The book hardly had any more information on the creature than what you knew. ‘Remnants of the souls of magicians who overextended their magical capacity, only contained/killed with magic of a similar prowess.’ It was more of a confirmation of what you had assumed logically and only made you feel more nervous that there were surely more in the forest – near your people, and your brother must know about it.

“What now,” Deuce poses.

You bite at your lip, “I don’t know… we can’t tell Vil.”

The two of them shared a look that you did not see. Your fingers slid over the ink on the page, feeling an odd tingle as you did so. Ace’s hand came to rest on your shoulder and Deuce’s on the other.

“We’ll figure something out, Your Majesty,” Deuce assured, squeezing your shoulder.

Ace doesn’t say anything for a long moment, glaring hard at the page, “Maybe… Riddle knows something about this?” He says tentatively.

You glance up at him, then return to the page, “Why do you think that?”

He hesitates, “I mean, he is a practiced magician, he’s been learning since he was a baby and he knows his stuff.”

You nod, well aware of the fact. Not practicing magic was more strange than practicing it – at least in other kingdoms. Rosehearts was renowned as a magician, and your brother openly detested the fact (the hypocrite he was, as you’ve come to learn). Still… your interaction with Leona a few days ago was fresh in your mind.

“He may not believe it's real – Leona didn’t, and he’s far more practiced than Rosehearts is. No offense to him.” You argue.

‘“It’s always worth trying,” Deuce chimes in, “and… if he doesn’t… well maybe you can show him this? He’s not the type to just laugh in someone's face like Prince Leona is.”

“If he does, though, I’ll defend your honor,” Ace jokes, flexing his arm playfully.

You laugh, shaking your head at his antics, “You both raise very good points… Perhaps I will bring it up to him. It’s an excuse to ask about those horse riding lessons he offered me as well.”

They shared a high-five over your head, and you pointedly ignored it despite how loud it sounded through your room. You looked back at the book, a conflicted frown growing on your face, before turning to your friends with a sad smile. Even if things were bleak, you still had options and people supporting you. That was all you needed.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, “I appreciate it, truly. Could you… give me a moment alone, though. I just need to think.”

The two of them nodded, Deuce giving you one last squeeze before they left – likely to redress in their uniforms before Rosehearts found them. You let out a long sigh, moving to your bed so you could lie down and feel useless more comfortably. The staff sat where you left it, the green gem sparkling in the light of the setting sun.

You’d accepted the staff without a second thought but now realized that it was a waste. You couldn’t do magic, let alone use such a pretty staff for it. It was just… a waste. Much of what you’d been doing felt like a waste. Everything led to dead ends and nothing was moving you forward, you couldn’t help your disappointment.

As you observed the staff closer, you realized it was familiar in some ways. The color and the style reminded you of something you’d seen a long time ago when you were still just a little girl. You smiled as you remembered your mother had one just like this. It was her pride and joy, and she would take it everywhere.

How you missed her. If she were here with you, she would know just what to do to make everything alright. She would take you up in her arms and swaddle you in the thickest, fluffiest blanket she could find in the castle and read all those fairy tales you used to love. You wondered if you still had them. After she passed she gave all of her books to you, but looking at them was too painful so you stuffed them away in your closet.

You wondered listlessly if she would be proud of you for doing what you could with what you had. All the castle staff told you stories of how she was a free spirit. She would rebel against her family's wishes as a young peasant girl, which is how she caught your father's eye in the first place. She was incredibly smart too, and you knew she used to be the head of magic research until your brother “shut it down”.

Everyone said you were just like her – same passion and rebellious spirit, always breaking the rules and doing what you liked. You didn’t think so, though. Sure, you went against your brother's wishes sometimes, but you rarely did anything daring until recently. You were weak-willed, and you hardly had half the power and influence she had.

You rolled onto your side, deciding you’d like to look out into your beloved forest as you moped. It used to bring you comfort, but now all you felt was apprehension. The monster you saw was gone, sure, but the fact that it existed was enough to scare the life out of you. Because if it could exist once, it means that it could exist again. It means it could exist now and that your people could be in danger and you were wholly useless up in your room.

“How pathetic,” you murmured, glaring at the tops of the trees.

As you lay there, something… peculiar catches your ear. Rustling, just below your window. You ignore it, in favor of closing your eyes, but a rhythmic tapping comes from your window. You ignore it for as long as you can before it annoys you too much and you open your eyes to glare at what you assumed would’ve been an offending tree branch.

What you actually see, is a man – a human being, perched gracefully on the sill of your window. In your shock, you nearly scream, until your brain connects and recalls just who it is sitting there, and suddenly you’re grinning. He smiles back at you, charming as ever, and points at your lock.

You stare dumbly for another long few moments, then scramble to open the window for him. He steps in, still wearing that mischievous smile, and takes in your room. You are now far too aware of the stuffed animal collection you’ve kept in the corner since you were ten, as well as the mess your bed is – having rolled around in it miserably just before he came.

If he notices, he does not show it, smiling as he speaks, “Charming, much like the owner.”

In all your stunned idiocy, all you can manage to get out is, “You’re back!?”

He turns to you, placing a gentle hand on your head and ruffling your already messy hair, “I told you I would be, ma belle.”

You nod at him, face far too red. You scolded yourself for reading so many romance novels as a child. This situation should be anything but romantic in your mind. Still, the way his green eyes practically drink you in makes you weak in the knees and– -sevens, what is wrong with you?

You swallow, trying to appear half presentable, “For your hat, yes?”

He grins, and you swear you melt into a flustered puddle right there, “You took good care of it?”

You nod, swiftly moving to pick it up from your vanity, happy to do anything other than stare into his eyes right now. You offer it up to him, and he takes it, affixing it to his head. He looks complete with it on, you think, liking it better on him than yourself. His eyes catch on something behind you, and you follow his gaze to the book – still opened to the page of the Phantom.

He smiles at you, again, “Curious?”

You shake your head, “Worried…”

He hums, moving over to the table to get a better look at the page. His eyes scan over the words, and you decide he looks more handsome when he’s thinking. You feel a bit uncomfortable in the silence, so you decide to fill it.

“I figured I wouldn’t be seeing you any time soon, so I had to find answers to my questions myself,” you explain, “it… wasn’t all that helpful, but I feel a little better about things.”

He nods, turning his gaze back to you, and you wish he hadn’t, “I don’t know any more than what’s written on this page…” He admits with a regretful frown.

You mirror it, “What do you mean? You seemed… knowledgeable when we met.”

He shakes his head, “I wish I was. I’m only a monster hunter for hire, ma belle. I know how to kill them, and that’s all.”

You sigh, head falling in defeat. There goes your biggest lead. Sevens, this was more and more impossible every day that passed. You had no magic, no help, no… no anything! The longer this stretched on the more angry you got with yourself.

Gentle fingers tucked themselves beneath your chin, pulling your head up to kind green eyes, “Ne t’en fais pas. Even though we know little, we can still do much.”

You frown, “...How?”

He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your chin, “We know how to defeat them, do we not? So long as we have that, we can keep them at bay.”

You bite at your lip, suddenly shameful, “I can’t use magic. Well– I don’t know how to.”

If he is surprised, he does not show it, patting you on the head kindly, “Well, I’ll just have to teach you then.”

It’s such a simple statement, leaving no room for argument. You don’t know why it affects you so much – perhaps because you are so very stressed – but you begin to cry before you can realize what’s going on. The tears fall in rapid succession, your hands unable to wipe at them fast enough. You hadn’t cried since the night all of this began, it was… cathartic. Despite everything, all the responsibility and stress and secrets, you could still cry.

The handsome huntsman takes you into his arms, smoothing your messy hair down with gentle pets. You cry hard into his chest, and he does not bother you with any useless dialogue. Simply holding you and caring for you, like you are just as human as he is.

When you are all cried out, he carefully brings you back to your bed and sits next to you – hand holding yours reassuringly. When you look at him, you want to speak his name, and it hits you all at once that he is still entirely a stranger to you. A kind one, at that, but a stranger.

As if reading your mind, he squeezes your hand, “I am Rook Hunt, the Huntsman.”

You smile, repeating the name – it feels like golden honey on your tongue. “Rook Hunt,” you laugh, “how fitting, much nicer than Schoenheit.”

“Schoenheit is more romantic,” he responds, “better suited for a face like yours.”

“I should not trust you, not enough to cry in your arms, at least.” You say simply.

“Am I not trustworthy?” He laughs.

“You shouldn’t be… but you did save my life, for what it’s worth…”

“And I came back.”

“That you did, but I still can’t quite understand why.” You wonder aloud, “What is your motivation?”

“For coming back?”

“For helping.” you correct, then add, “Also, for coming back – for making an excuse to come back.”

He seems to ponder it, and again you think he is handsome as he thinks. Brows furrowed, eyes glinting – he nibbles at his lip as well, and you shamelessly wonder how they may feel on yours before you banish the thought. (As a princess, you should have better control around strange men you find in forests, no matter how handsome they are). Then he turns to you, eyes bright, and smiles wide.

“It’s simple. I’ve found myself enthralled by you and your beauty,” he declares, “I wanted a chance to admire it further.”

You flush. Sevens, this man was odd, but he was genuine. Perhaps that’s what drew you to him – it was an honesty you had rarely experienced. The only time you could recall such simple, honest admissions was when talking to the children in the village – all far too young to understand how to hold their tongue and lie to save face.

“Thank you,” you respond with a smile, “you are very… honest. I appreciate it.”

He grins, wiggling about like a proud cat, “Honesty is important to my family – we are not liars.”

“That’s charming,” you giggle, “If I could ask you to be honest with me, still. Just one last question.”

He nods, straightening himself out a bit, trying and failing to look serious in your eyes.

“Why are you here?” You ask, and then quickly clarify when he looks confused, “I mean, in my kingdom. You are not from around here, I can tell from your clothing.”

He nods in understanding, then answers, “I was hired to kill the phantoms crawling around the area.”

You frown. ‘Phantoms’, plural. There were more.

“Have you… been successful,” you ask, hesitant to hear the answer.

He senses your unease, and squeezes your hand – you’d forgotten he was holding it, “I’ve taken care of two since our meeting, but there are still many more that need dealing with.”

You clasp a hand over your mouth, stress clawing up your shoulders like a ferocious beast, “How many more? Why haven’t you been able to deal with all of them?”

“Ne t’en fais pas,” he repeats from earlier – French, which was only spoken in sparse parts of the world that you knew, “As of now they hold no threat to your people. They are almost all contained within the forest, deeper than the hunters go.”

“Why haven’t they been dealt with…?” You ask again.

“They are… insaisissable, elusive despite their size. Hunting them is difficult, even for someone like me,” he answers, “I would not allow any harm to come to your people, I promise you.”

You nod in understanding, still tense, but put at ease by his reassurance. You saw him in action, you know that he is capable and talented. If he was in charge of putting these things to sleep, then you would trust that it was handled, for now at least. Still…

“I wish I could use magic, then I could deal with the issue myself,” you say, frustration ringing through your voice.

“I was not joking, earlier,” he responds, smiling as always, “I will teach you magic if you will let me?”

You stare at him blankly. Sure, he did offer earlier, but you didn’t expect him to be serious. Teaching someone to use magic was not an easy task. Learning magic wasn’t an easy task. He says it with such confidence, such assurance, that you feel compelled to believe that he would find the task simple in and of itself.

“Where would we even go?” you ask, “My brother would never allow me.”

He smirks, winking at you, “Two days, midnight, meet me just outside the castle walls – near the forest’s entrance. Bring your staff.”

You nod stupidly at him as he stands, raising your hand to his lips in another gentle kiss. Sevens, you were helpless to his charm, weren’t you? He practically floats across the room to your window, and you stare at him with your mouth agape the whole time. As he hops up on the ledge, he turns back to you with a playful smile.

“I will see you there?” he asks.

Still dumbfounded, you nod, “O-of course. Two days, midnight.”

“Au revoir, ma belle.” he purrs, and then he is gone from sight.

You stay seated on the bed, clutching tightly at the hem of your dress. Your staff may not be nearly as useless as you thought. You laugh. Sevens, what a day you’ve had.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁#ace trappola #deuce spade #ace trapolla x reader #deuce spade x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #cureé

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thewondelandifulcafe · 1 year ago

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Riddle Rosehearts: Becoming Lovers Being Lovers

Title: Riddle Rosehearts: Becoming Lovers Being Lovers

Menu: Twisted Wonderland

Beverage: Rose Milk Tea

Main Dish(es): Macarons

Side Dish(es): Pie: Pumpkin Pie

Spoilers: None

Trigger Warning: None

Summary: How did you meet Riddle? First thoughts? How did he realize he likes you? How did he confess? First date? First kiss? How is he as a boyfriend?

Notes: Y/N as always Gender Neutral.

First Meeting/First Thought

Riddle may have met you at the orientation but he paid no attention to you.

But because of your involvement with Ace and Deuce Riddle thinks that you’re a troublemaker as well.

He also belittled you for your lack of magic and education.

He didn’t really think much of you and thought of you as useless or unimportant.

“Y/N is such a troublemaker,” Riddle sips his tea. “Maybe you shouldn’t judge them to harshly,” Trey said siting down next to Riddle. “They’ve probably had a rough week.” Riddle crossed his legs. Riddle sighed, “They were an accomplice why shouldn’t I see them as troublesome.” Trey looked at Riddle. “It’s surprising how much trouble a magic-less person can cause,” Riddle said sternly. “Riddle…” Trey sighed giving up cause once Riddle makes up his mind there’s no changing it.

Realizes He Likes You

After Riddle's overblot, he apologize you for his actions and you two become very good friends.

Ever since he always wants to impress you.

Riddle always invites you to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties. He also always wants Trey to make treats just for you.

Riddle asks Trey why he wants you to have the best and the fluffy feeling he has around you.

“I think you have a crush on them,” Trey told Riddle. Riddle ponder, A crush? I don’t remember ever having one. Of course Mother never let me talk to others… “So I have on them? What do I do?” Riddle asked. He stepped a little closer to Trey waiting for an answer. “Well some people wait for them to pass or some tell them,” Trey wiped his hand with the towel. “I suggest to tell them.” Riddle freaked out a bit. Tell you how? He thanked Trey and went to his dorm brainstorming ideas of how to confess to you.

How Did He Confess

Today just was not his day. He was definitely hit by a bad luck spell. He planned out this whole speech, gifts, how you would react, he prepared himself for rejection.

He went to find you after class. He couldn’t find you! After an hour of searching he finally found you.

His carefully planned speech gone he couldn’t remember! He forgot the gifts! Ace messed up a spell it went flying to you! Everything was going wrong… You two left and it started rain!

He gave up. He just yelled that he loves you and wants to be with you. He kept yelling nonsense until you told him you liked him back.

“Y/N I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BE WITH YOU!” Riddle screams. It was pouring and the perfect day he planned went astray. Riddle started yelling nonsense. “Riddle Riddle RIDDLE!” You yelled. Riddle stopped he looked at you. “Riddle I love you too!” you said. “But don’t scream it terrifying!” You laughed and hugged Riddle. Maybe today was so bad.

First Date/First Kiss

Riddle learned from his mistakes he checked the weather made sure nothing would happen but mentally prepared himself if something went wrong.

He took you to a fancy restaurant outside of the school. He thought it be nice for you to get out (he also didn’t wanna see Floyd)

He paid everything and even took you shopping!

When he walked you to Ramshackle you gave him thank you kiss. You left him flustered and he walked back to Heartslabyul happily!

“Thanks for the amazing date!” You smiled. “Of course you need the best,” Riddle held you hand. You two walked towards Ramshackle. “Well thanks bye Riddle,” you gave Riddle a kiss. You waved bye and left Riddle flustered. “Yea bye…” He trailed off watching you close the door. He touched his lips and softly smiled. He walked back to Heartslabyul happily. He was a little less strict than usual.

General Boyfriend Headcannons

Any date you go on Riddle overthinks everything. Thinking it has to perfect which you always remind him it doesn’t matter.

He still invites you to Heartslabyul's unbirthday parties but wants you to sit next to him.

He always offers to tutor you in anything you don’t understand.

He tends to be more lenient with you when you break the rules but still expects you to follow them.

He doesn’t like PDA but likes it when you’re alone and you give him affection.

Ok so I’m gonna do this for every character in twisted wonderland and than other fandoms!

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #Riddle #twst riddle #Riddle Rosehearts #Riddle x Y/n #riddle rosehearts x Y/n #Twst Y/N #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland x yuu

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cloudcountry · 2 years ago

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ivan kupala

SUMMARY: The whole point is about summer solstice and renovation of nature, but we're gonna focus on one particular tradition here: girls make flower crowns, decorate them with candles and ribbons and release them into a river or a creak as a way to look into the future. It is said that the guy who picks up a flower crown like that is the girl's one true love and will become her husband. So the mc in this one is obviously Slavic(probably implied female, but you can change it however you see fit) and missing their home and culture, as well as having a crush on Riddle. So I put my faith in your writing skills so you can manifest a creak on NRC's territory, we have our mc with a crush releasing a flower crown, a clueless Riddle picking it up and bringing it to them - BOOM.

CHARACTER: Riddle Rosehearts

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: this was a request on ao3 with a slavic mc!! also reader is implied to be afab but they/them pronouns are still used!!!!

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Homesickness was hitting you hard as the weather warmed up and the flowers around Ramshackle began to bloom. In an effort to combat this, you spent most of your free time gathering flowers and weaving them together. Back in your world, it would have been Ivan Kupala today, and even though that didn’t matter to Crowley you were not about to give up one of the parts of your culture that brought you comfort.

Once the wreath was finished, ribbons and candles decorating the woven flowers, you made your way down to the mini creek that passed through the Botanical Gardens. It ran throughout the whole campus and from what you remember the Science Club was often tasked with checking the water purity to make sure the natural beauty of the water was preserved.

Crowley’s words, not yours.

Crouching down, you gently place the crown of flowers in the water. It bobs for a few seconds before drifting away, and you watch it go. Eventually it leaves the greenhouse and you can no longer see it, so you make your way back to Ramshackle.

A few hours pass as you busy yourself with cleaning up your dorm, the dust and grime having practically vanished since you came here. A knock on the door stops you from sweeping, and you can’t help but be confused. There’s no one aside from Malleus that would visit you, but he isn’t normally here at this hour. Leaning the broom against the wall, you make your way over to the door and pull it open.

Riddle stands on your doorstep with your wreath in hand, a confused look on his face. Your heart catches in your throat and you wait for him to speak with bated breath.

“Pardon my intrusion, Prefect.” he says, holding out the wreath for you to take, “This was floating in the creek by Ramshackle and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a decoration of some kind that you had lost.”

“Um…no, that’s not what it is. Riddle, do you guys have a tradition involving wreaths and marriage here?” you ask, hoping there’s something similar to Ivan Kupala so he’s not flying blind here.

“I…don’t think so, no. Though I did not celebrate many holidays as a kid.” he mumbles, brow furrowing, “Why do you ask?”

You explain what that wreath means, stumbling over your words when you get the part about how the first man to pick up your wreath would be your future husband. Riddle’s face is turning red by the second, his lips wobbly and eyes wide.

“Ah, pardon me then.” he blurts out, fumbling as he hands you the wreath like he’s in a rush to leave, “I…didn’t mean to imply such a thing, I’m so sorry-”

“Hey, hey! It’s okay. I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.” you try your best to smile as he freezes in place, hands clearly shaking from nerves.

He swallows thickly, peeking at you through his lashes.

“Well, uh- in that case, it would- be my pleasure to, um- I mean, I would love to…” he winces before taking a deep breath in an attempt to regain his composure, “I wouldn’t mind courting you. Shall I begin the process, or...?”

You try to hide your laughter behind your hand, but he notices.

“Why are you laughing?! Did I do something wrong?” he freaks out, gnawing at his lower lip worryingly.

“No, no. You’re just so adorable.” you laugh again, and he can only blush harder.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts fluff #slavic yuu

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merryfortune · 7 months ago

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if our love is insanity then why aren't you my clarity

Written for AiYusa Month 2024 | May 12th-May 18th | Week One

Prompts: Madness | “There isn’t anything that I wouldn't do for you.”

Title: if our love is insanity then why aren’t you my clarity

Ship: Aiballshipping | Ai/Yusaku

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,586

Warnings: Choose not to warn

Tags: Alternate Universe - Alice in Wonderland, Crack Treated Seriously, Humour, Parody, Character Death, Ambiguous Ending, Time Loops

“What does a raven have in common with a writing desk?” Ai asked, smarmy, batting his eyelashes.

“Edgar Allan Poe wrote on both.” Yusaku replied.

Ai's expression changed, he pouted, “Pfft, you're no fun. Knowing the answers to all my riddles,” Ai's mood changed again then added, “but! That's why I love you.”

“I'm glad.” Yusaku said as neutrally as possible. “Now, I have answered your riddles and you say you love me, now will you let me go?”

He struggled in the ropes that Ai had ambushed him with. They were an endless chain of colourful triangles of fabric, repeating the six colours of the rainbow, until they formed his bondage.

“No, no can do, Yusaku-chan.” Ai lamented playfully.

He got up from across the far end of the ballroom table they were seated at. Clashing and mismatched furniture bedecked either side, there was a feast for hundreds let alone two and it was all going cold, to waste, on them. Yusaku thought there was meant to be a White Rabbit, a March Hare and a Dormouse but no. It was just him and the Mad Hatter in this whimsical forest.

Ai, now having made the journey from one end of the table to the other, perched on the corner in front of Yusaku. He put one foot on Yusaku's chair, squeezing it under Yusaku's leg playfully.

“No.” Ai said again. “No can do, I'm afraid. It's my Unbirthday Party so I can do as I please. Besides, we haven't even finished this date of ours, Yusaku-chan.”

Yusaku rolled his eyes. Date, schmate. He had only met Ai today and yet, when Ai looked at him, yes, it was with a gaze full of love but something else too. Something miserable. It made Yusaku feel like he wasn't truly being looked at bit rather through, like he wasn't there despite having all of Ai's attention and adoration.

See? Even at his rudeness of rolling his eyes, Ai didn't admonish Yusaku. Instead, he continued to sit and stare and sigh, like a fool in love.

“Well?” Yusaku prompted Ai through his reverie. “How do we finish this date then?”

“Well, we need to talk some more.” Ai said.

“About what?” Yusaku asked.

“About whatever we like.” Ai trumpeted, getting loud all of a sudden and shaking Yusaku's nerves like a tree. “And we need to exchange gifts! Two each. Then,” Ai turned quiet again, fidgeting cutely, “we get to kiss.”

Yusaku sighed. Anything to get this over and done with. He had places to go and people to see. He wanted to go home. He needed to clear his name to Queen and slay the Jabberwock and none of those things were going to happen if he was tied to a chair by a madman.

“Okay, what do you want to give me?” Yusaku asked. “If we are on a date, then I want my presents now.”

“Oh my, so bold, but of course I would pamper my lover. I have just what you need: some freshly brewed tea.” Ai said.

He produced a pot of tea, seemingly from thin air, and theatrically poured it. Steam wafted off the rivers and into a chipped, ceramic tea cup with wisteria emblems printed on it. The tea smelt rancid, it wrinkled Yusaku's nose and his dissatisfaction with it only worsened when Ai scootched the cup closer to him.

He waited, sharp and expectant.

Yusaku pointedly didn't say anything.

Ai blinked, batted his lashes.

Yusaku didn't even move a muscle in reaction.

“Er, well, drink up, Yusaku-chan.” Ai attempted to encourage Yusaku.

“How?” Yusaku asked, snapping. “I can't reach it when I'm tied up.”

“Oops, silly me! Your second gift from moi.” Ai said.

He bonked his head apologetically with the palm of his hand, poking his tongue out, too. It was an utter farce of being genuine but maybe he was. Yusaku couldn't tell as Ai adjusted his hat, then his waistcoat, and then produced his next gift for Yusaku.

“Tada!” he announced ever so sing-song. “A silly straw. Although, since this is Wonderland, it is a normal straw to us silly geese, tee-hee.”

The silly straw in question was long and winding, a translucent purple with a Kink in about the middle of which was heart-shaped. Ai put the bottom of it in the tea cup and supported the other end of it so Yusaku could use it.

“Bottoms up, beloved.” Ai sing-songed.

Yusaku huffed but accepted. He latched on and sucked hard enough to-blegh! It didn't even taste like tea. It was more akin to boiled grape ramune despite the deceptively earl grey colour it had in the teacup.

“Ugh, yuck.” Yusaku complained.

Ai, unfazed, changed the topic of conversation immediately, “Now what about my gift?” he said. “What did you bring me, your lover boy?”

“I didn't bring you anything. I only met you today. You are not my lover boy.” Yusaku said and repeating Ai's self annoyed pet name for himself soured his mouth worse than the tea.

“Well,” Ai said, uppity, “guess that means you are here forever then! Oopsie-daisies.”

“What, no?!” Yusaku exclaimed, firing back. “I need to go, Ai, I need to go home!”

“I'm afraid I can't let you do that, Yusaku-chan.” Ai tutted, closing his eyes as he fidgeted with his fingers again.

“Why not? I need to go home, I need to slay the Jabberwock so Queen clears my name and then I can go home but I can't if I'm stuck here playing dolls with you.” Yusaku snarled.

“Too bad, rules are rules. You would know that better than anyone else, Mister I Barely Escaped with My Head.” Ai taunted him.

Yusaku huffed.

Ai cautiously opened one eye, “I told you already. We are on a date. To have a successful date and leave, we need to talk twice. Check, check. I need to give you two gifts. Check and check. But you also need to give me two gifts so we can then kiss afterwards and leave our date. But if you can't, well, you. Are. Stuck.”

“Says who?” Yusaku snapped, incredulous.

“The game designer, that's who.” Ai said.

“Wait, what? Pause.” Yusaku, in disbelief, scrunched up his face then turned to the camera, “Can you believe this?”

Ai blinked, “Who are you talking to? This is a written text, there can't be any cameras.”

Yusaku looked again and Ai was right. There were no cameras. Just the droning of a keyboard as the next word was written after the other, a narration added one by one until it became a third person omniscient perspective intrinsic to the diegetic noises of the scene. The birds singing, the foliage swaying, etcetera.

But that couldn’t be right either, Yusaku realised.

His skin began to crawl. The keys on the keyboard continued to clack as he put one and one together.

“We’re not speaking like it's 1856.” Yusaku said.

“Well, yeah, ‘cause, like… You know, duh, because it’s… I’m crazy, I’m Looney Tunes, you know. We’re all mad here.” Ai rambled.

The anachronistic reference only further cemented in Yusaku’s mind that something was very wrong.

“We,” he said, “are in a fanfiction.”

“What, no…? That can’t be right.” Ai replied.

“By an author who hasn’t even read the original book she is creating this pastiche from. She’s barely seen the Disney version!”

AN: The Care Bears version was my jam as a kid tho.

If you haven’t seen that, get out of here! XD

“See?!” Yusaku exclaimed.

Ai groaned and thingz 0nly w3nt w0rz3 and d0wn h1ll fr0m d0wn th3r3.

Mostly because Yusaku died.

Oops.

Yusaku simply vanished from existence. Right in front of Ai’s eyes for the… fiftieth time by Ai’s count. There was just no escaping fate. Yusaku had to clear his name by slaying the Jabberwocky. Except, it was usually the Jabberwocky who killed him. Or Queen. And there was one incident with the Walrus. And another with the Caterpillar and his hookah machine.

For Yusaku, dying was as easy as breathing. He didn’t have a chance to process. He just disappeared as the world around him folded like a castle of playing cards. He was just returned to the beginning of the book, the beginning of the level, back to when he was falling down the rabbit hole that he could never escape from because darling dearest Wonderland wanted to keep him so bad and the only way he could stay was if he died.

Its a shame he never remembered.

But Ai did.

Their first meeting, the first time they shared in laughter and jokes, crying as Yusaku seemingly got so close to the finishing line before… chomp. He was gone. Decapitated.

This wasn’t one of this gorier deaths, Ai had to admit but that was hardly a balm for his soul. Not when he wanted to keep Yusaku, all to himself, it's a shame he had to share him with a larger than life story but hey. Just because ropes didn’t work this time, didn’t mean they woulodn’t work next time or he could try something else, like a glue trap or a reverse bear trap or something but at the end of the purple prose run on sentence, deep down, he knew.

There was nothing Ai could do to keep his beloved protagonist safe from the ending of the… the whatever it was and look? Not much space between here and the last words of the text. Just three… two… one…

Fin.

#aiyusamonth #aiyusamonth2024 #yugioh vrains #vrains #aiballshipping #yusaku fujiki #fujiki yusaku #ai (vrains)#writing tag #if or love is insanitythen why aren't you my clarity

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shadowqueenjude · 8 months ago

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Feytamsand, Part 5 for @polyacotarweek free day! (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

While Rhysand has clearly done some good, he has also done a lot of bad! I think it would've been neat to see Rhys take responsibility for his actions and have a true redemption arc! That is the main focus of my piece today!

Rhysand abhorred the Summer Court.

Most people loved it here. The glorious sun beaming down on this land, the ocean breeze, the mermaids and hippocampi and all the natural stones. But Rhys sunburned easily, and the heat was NOT being kind to him. He winced as the skin on his face began to peel. “The former High Lord of Night, defeated by a little sunlight,” Feyre teased. Tamlin reigned in his laugh, and Rhysand sighed. “And you would’ve been defeated by the easiest riddle of all time were it not for me,” he countered. Feyre griped, “You know that I couldn’t read because we lost our fortune early, and my sisters never bothered to teach me. Why are you making fun of my poverty?” “Weren’t you 11 when you lost your fortune? I believe that’s old enough even for a human babe to have learned. Or were you too busy chasing butterflies?” Tamlin quickly turned his laugh into a cough. Feyre rounded on him instead. “I hate to say it,” Tamlin muttered, hands up in surrender, “but he has a point.” Rhysand turned to look at Feyre smugly. “See? Even Tamlin agrees with me. That should tell you enough.” “Whatever,” Feyre snapped, storming up ahead. Rhysand cringed at himself but carried forward. “Do you two always argue like that?” Tamlin asked Rhysand, head tilted like a cat’s. Rhysand bit his lip, debating how much to tell Tamlin. Ultimately, he decided to tell him all of it. “Yes, but we usually have makeup sex after and forget about it.” Tamlin shook his head somberly. “Feyre feyre feyre. She always had a tendency to use sex as a coping mechanism; she did that with me too.”

Rhysand blinked. “As a coping mechanism?” Tamlin nodded. “Talk to her about it,” he pressed. “It’ll help her.” Rhysand scanned Tamlin’s face, searching for a trace of insincerity, but finding none. “Thank you,” Rhysand said quietly. Tamlin nodded. As they walked, they reached the entrance to the Summer Court house used for diplomatic meetings. Rhysand opened the door, bowing to Tamlin. “After you.” Tamlin grinned. “We both know you’re no gentleman, Rhys. Best stick to being an insufferable bastard.” “This is how I’m treated when I try to do something nice,” Rhysand complained, but it was lighthearted. He knew Tamlin was joking. Rhysand jolted when Tamlin wrapped an arm across his shoulders. “Thanks, Rhys. Better?” “Yes,” Rhys said. They walked together just as they had centuries ago, like nothing had changed. Tarquin sat there waiting for them. “Hello, Tamlin. I must admit, I am shocked to find out the present company you are keeping.” “They are here to take responsibility for what they did in Spring so that I may convince my people to return home,” Tamlin said. “Or more precisely, I am,” Rhysand cut in. Tamlin and Feyre both whipped around to look at Rhysand. “What do you mean?” Feyre demanded. “This is my mess too.” Rhysand shook his head. “You would’ve never done this if it weren’t for me. I was the one who made you this brutal, this vicious. And while I don’t regret it, because it helped you survive, I regret that it led you to cause harm to countless innocents needlessly. Let me protect your reputation and do this. Please.” “No,” Feyre snapped, pushing out of her chair and grabbing Rhysand by the shoulders. “This is both of our burdens. We will deal with it together.” “No,” Rhys said adamantly, placing a hand on Feyre’s cheek. “Please. I have been so stupid and selfish. I used you, Feyre. For once, let me do something for you. Don’t rob me of this chance.” Feyre blinked at his earnestness, pulling away. Tarquin and Tamlin both had strange looks on their faces. Rhysand ignored them. “Well, do you know what you’re going to say?” Tarquin asked. Rhysand nodded. “Would you mind running it by us first?” Tarquin asked. Rhysand shook his head. “I won’t do that. If I do, I’ll lose the nerve.” Tarquin sighed. “I hope you’re being truthful. Most would call me an idiot for trusting you again. Perhaps I am. What say you, Tamlin? You know him better than I.”

“I say, for the first time in centuries, Rhysand is acting honestly,” Tamlin said. Ironic, since Rhysand was lying to cover up for Feyre. Tarquin nodded. “Go ahead then, Rhys. Wow us with your apology.” Rhysand took a deep breath, ignoring the rising heartbeat of his heart, the blood rushing by his ears, the stiffening of his fingers, the slight trembling of his lips. He mustered a smirk with a confidence he didn’t feel. “You know I will.” Then he found himself facing a riotous crowd. Suddenly, he felt like an outsider watching his body facing the crowd. His mouth wouldn’t move. His body was frozen. Where were the words of acknowledgement he’d planned? He couldn’t remember a lick of the speech he’d planned now. For the first time in centuries, Rhysand is acting honestly. Rhysand ripped off the mask. Stared at the people of Summer. Some people in this crowd wished to return to their home court of Spring but didn’t trust the High Lord because of his wrongdoings. He must change that. He must right this wrong. “People of Summer, there are some of you in this crowd who have taken up residence here because Spring was massacred by Hybern. Your High Lord, Tamlin, has been taking painstaking efforts to rebuild Spring. His court is ready to start accepting your return any day now. I know many of you believe him to be a self-serving git who got his court burned by Hybern, but this couldn’t be farther from the truth. You see, Tamlin was playing double agent the whole time, gathering information to help destroy Prythian’s enemy. The destabilization of Spring was unfortunately my doing, as I believed him to be an ally of Hybern, and for my own petty selfish reasons. Do not hate Tamlin. Hate me instead.” Rhysand closed his eyes and waited to be drowned by the riot that was sure to come after his declaration.

#poly+acotarweek2024 #feyre archeron #tamlin #rhysand #feylin #feysand #tamsand #feytamsand #fanfic

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sketchesandnonesense · 20 days ago

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I feel like hell so I'm having profoundly Selfish thoughts today like

"I wonder if any doll makers would want to do a make-a-wish for my pathetic cancer riddled ass and make me a doll just right to my specifications as some kinda charitable christmas miracle"

A doll is a very time consuming thing to make. And expensive. Theres a reason sculptors n customizers are expensive.

It's stupid to even think about.

Like yeah I'm 2 years into dealing with cancer and things are not looking Great if I'm entirely honest but I dont have an expiration date on my forehead and given the circumstances with the people in my life I am incredibly lucky.

So like.

I feel like a bad person even thinking about it.

Yknow?

Idk. Putting a cut just bc maybe it'll make me feel like I have SOME shame about overthinking this if that makes sense.

But I can't get the thought out of my head. Like.

Maybe in some fucked up way it could be mutually beneficial if they were one of those youtuber types or even just a smaller maker.

Doing something like bringing a cancer patient's dream doll to life could turn heads. Would make one hell of a good youtube video, for sure. Lol.

Worst thing is though is just. My dream doll is BB. Theres details I could alter and concede on and things but for the most part I want her to be directly like my sketches. Cartoony and simple.

I feel like I'm like a loser telling a sob story on deviantart saying my mom's uncle's hamster died n the only thing to help is free art from a stranger. A shameless choose-y beggar with a sob story.

But if you'll let me be alil melodramatic for a minute just so I can get it out of my system.

But

I've loved dolls all my life. Not always seen myself as much of a collector, really, but I love them. And one thing I always wanted was a doll that was Mine. Made exactly how I wanted, just for me. No hangups, no skimping on things, no compromises. It was a pipe dream. I wanted to be a doll maker so badly. But I was never good with physical crafts. They never came out right (rarely even came out GOOD at that). I tried and tried everything I could. Making plushies, clay, customizing pre-existing dolls, anything. Nothing worked. I just am not cut out for doll making.

So, I accepted this was something I needed a professional to do for me. And over the years I've trusted people with my characters and while I do adore the work I've gotten. None of it's ever Done It. Because I was always having to make a dozen little sacrifices. Having to account for the artist's style. Sometimes the design had to change to be more feasible and so it didnt cost as much. Sometimes it just straight up didnt turn out.

I remember as a kid I got enough christmas money to commission an itty bitty plush of my sonic OC from an expensive plush artist. I was so excited. I thought it was finally happening.

It was awful. Quality was mediocre at best. It was maybe 3 inches tall. And the eyes were this weird stiff fabric piece that kinda jutted out from the felt and looked glued on.

V petty side tangent, i know, but just kinda the first example where I tried to fufill this dream and it just. Fell through.

Its always still stuck with me through the years, trying again and again to make a doll, but all I have to show is boxes of half-used supplies im too ashamed to even look at.

And now I'm here again. Thinking about it.

I've said it before, but my past two years have been awful. 2023 was entirely eaten up by my chemo and radiation and recovering from having my entire stomach removed. Thought I was cancer free and was starting to find normal again. Then in january scans and biopsies I was told it came back. Liver, this time. This entire year has been trying different chemo drugs and scans and things looking up only to crash back down again.

And I'm so tired.

I actually was (technically still am) trying to commission someone to make my doll. Pay an artist properly like you should. I saved up and I figured I deserved it with everything. Im 27, I'm an adult, i can make my own decisions.

She didnt disclose she'd just moved. To a rural area. And was still struggling to get internet and plumbing situated. Or that there was much of a queue infront of me. Its my fault for not looking into it more and finding the practically defunct social medias and untouched-for-months trello page. I was promised a turnaround time within a month. That was back in august.

Anytime I check in there's always something new going wrong. Broken tablet pen, power outages, family stuff. I dont think she's a scammer or trying to make excuses. She's sweet. But im exhausted of waiting.

Im sort of just accepting I'm never seeing that money back, or getting my doll. The paypal protection will still let me charge back, but I'm not about to put a woman in her situation in the red, especially when she's got a kid to feed. Maybe she'll get done eventually, but if I can be morbid and dramatic, i think by that point BB would have to be a grave decoration.

And I can't bring myself to save up again hoping that maybe I can find another artist who MIGHT be able to bring her to life in the exact right way and maybe finally. FINALLY I can have this one thing in my life.

I guess it'd help for people who dont know jack shit if I actually showed the character on partially Why she'd have to be a christmas miracle.

Its not overly complicated or a really old Beloved OC. She's honestly one of my newer babies. But I made her SPECIFICALLY with the idea of her being my dream doll. And its very. Very silly.

But. This is BB:

I tried to imagine a character thatd be in a cartoon I'd watch as a kid and be VIOLENTLY mad didnt have some sort of doll I could buy, lol. Retro anime, cute and round, robot girl.

To avoid an infodump: she's a little fighting robot. Think medabots or angelic layer. She has a human who she's best friends with and she fights other cute little robot dolls. She talks only in beeps and boops and is 11inches tall (without antannae) and she's silly and I love her.

And she's my dream.

Imagining in my head the anime that I would've adored as a kid, and a doll thats literally her plucked off the screen. Not a barbie in an outfit, not something close enough, but the simplistic cartoony lil goofball.

I know its really. Really silly. Its silly to be caught up in this kind of idea and its silly to get all bent out of shape over and its silly I'm even like.

Putting these thoughts into the world

Feeling like a kid writing a letter to Santa

But thats it. Thats my wish or my dream or whatever. Its selfish. Its so so so selfish to imagine not just putting someone through doll making but making such a weird hard-to-translate-to-3d-space design and potentially having to work with me abunch to make sure she's just right. Without like. Thousands in compensation, lol.

Like I said, im willing to work with and do some adjustments to make her more do-able (fiddle w/ proportions alil, figure out a way to do the joints in a way that still fits her style while being actually moveable, more engineering side than aesthetics obvi lol. I really would love her to be stupid posable).

But i dont think that really probably means much

Idk.

I feel silly and selfish even putting this into the world but hey. Can't hurt to wish on stars and hope for christmas miracles. Right? It's not like I'm gonna go knocking on doors asking for something this batshit, lol.

Like. I wouldnt survive the shame.

If they dont respond I'll die of anxiety n guilt. Getting turned down might hurt even worse because then I'd know for sure they'd read it and probably felt Really Fucking Uncomfortable.

If i was a kid or whatever then maybe it'd be atleast endearing to get that kinda message insteada Just Sad.

No winning. Lol.

Im tired out now and the post-chemo-day agonies are starting to rev up again so I think I'm gonna go lay down now.

#becca whines #theres way more important things in the world right now than some dying lady wanting a dolly #but I need to get my thoughts out somehow #and maybe using the blogging platform as a blogging platform is good #but I just get anxious about getting looked down on for saying things yknow?#idk #doubt this'd get any anyway for obvi reasons but no reblogs allowed lol #if someone somehow who'd do this sees it then it'll be through a strange series of serendipity.#or if one of y'all decides to bite a bullet for me knocking on doors which like. i wont stop ya but I dont think it'll get anywhere.#i've considered shopping around for quotes to see how much she might cost but just.#i dont think I could take the ache lol. like. seeing Precisely how out of reach it is #that its money I dont have n probs never will have in any capacity where I could legitimize spending it on a doll of all things #yknow?#im tired i need a nap

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the-therapist-needs-therapy · 2 years ago

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Cold Reality

Pairings : Jeon Wonwoo x Reader

Genre : Angst

Warnings : None

You get a text from your boyfriend at midnight to meet you at the park, as he wanted to talk to you.

The cold breeze kissed your skin, making you shiver. It was close to midnight, so you were quite surprised when your boyfriend asked you to meet him at your usual dating spot at the park.

As you were waiting for him, your mind replayed the times you spent with Wonwoo, which were the nothing but the best, always never failing to put a smile on your face. He was like god's gift to you during the times you were struggling to not fall apart. Your eyes crinkle, as a smile makes it's way to your face, thinking how far you've come in life because of Wonwoo.

Ten minutes later, you could see Wonwoo's tall figure and you shoot him a smile before greeting him enthusiastically. The same couldn't be said for Wonwoo. He looked upset, maybe a bit tired. Whatever it was it wasn't good. The look in his eyes made it clear.

"What is it that you wanted to talk about, darling?" you asked him, and his gaze darkened, making you think if you shouldn't have talked first. He was already in a bad mood. You didn't want to make him upset all over again.

"You look pretty today, Y/n," he noted, his voice barely a whisper as if the small comment that made your heart flutter was more to himself and not you. You were merely wearing a hoodie and sweatpants that you were wearing at home, being too lazy to change into better clothes.

"Please don't tell me you asked me to come here to tell that," you looked at him, your eyebrow shooting him a questioning look. He laughed a bit at that, before going back to being silent.

Gazing at Wonwoo, who seemed to be interested in playing with his jacket's zipper, you started to wonder what had gotten into him. He didn't usually speak in riddles. If anything he was the most straight-forward, down-to-earth person you'd ever met.

"What is it, Wonwoo?" you ask once again. Your tone was much serious this time. You knew there was something he can wanted to say. You could read him far too easily, the product of being his girlfriend for too many years.

He turned to look at you, then your lips. His gaze remained at the latter. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips. His lips were soft as usual. Timid as always.

In other circumstances, it would gave been super romantic. Two lovers kissing under the moonlight. However, you couldn't focus on the kiss so instead of kissing him back, your mind was filled with millions of questions. Most of them being 'What's with, Wonwoo?'.

When he pulled back, the emotion you felt strongly at the moment was confusion. He had pressed you foreheads together, so you could feel his warm breath.

"I'm asking again, Wonwoo. What's the matter?" you asked him, voice barely a whisper.

He looked at you once more and it seemed like he was making up his mind whether to tell you or not.

"I- we can't be together anymore, Y/n"

You stared at him, trying to trace any hint of sarcasm in his eyes but saw none. You let out a forced laughter, the kind which meant that you hoped what he said wasn't real.

"Stop joking, Wonwoo"

"I'm not"

There was no doubt. He wasn't joking. Definitely. Your mind seemed to have stopped working, as you couldn't process his words. A single tear slipped out from your eye. You weren't even bothered to wipe it off.

"Why?" your question came out after what seemed like an eternity.

Wonwoo stayed silent. His silence was driving you crazier than what he said did.

"Why, you bastard? Did you find another woman?" at this point you were starting to cry, as more tears slipped out.

"I found no one"

"Then, wasn't I good enough?"

That was when Wonwoo snapped.

"Look around you, Y/n. Whatever you see is reality. Your fantasy about me isn't"

It finally made sense.

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

Author's Note : It's supposed to be a realization for fans that whatever we read about our idols isn't going to happen. It was that kind of concept. I wanted to make it meaningful.

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #imagines #cold reality #seventeen #sharvena.originals

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piffany666 · 1 year ago

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The Spawn of the stars:

Space pirate au

(Happy (late) 3 year anniversary gba!)

~ everyone knows that Dr. Arkov Sosha made her little Arkov in order to complete her unfinished business with the pirate King, but what if......She wasn't the only one? ~

Chapter 1: the caller

Everyone was still coming off of the emotions from the events prior to now.

A rift had opened up to reveal an alternate version of Yargwin's sureget brother, who is dead in this reality, Servos decided to leave with him and his crew and on top of all that Arkov had come so close to telling Yargwin about.....everything.

Too close.

It was safe to say that the flesh heart pirates were all fairly emotionally exhausted.

However, it would seem that respite wasn't something that they would be blessed with today.

As Lry came into the main hall to tell Yargwin some strange and slightly concerning news.

"Captain, there's a call coming in from a ship located on a dwarf planet thats close to us"

Yargwin gave him the same look of confusion and concern that Lry was giving him.

"What?"

"I said-"

"No, I heard you the first time Lry, it's just that that's a bit....strange...."

"Do you think it's....him?"

Kalomos interjected from across the table, voice riddled with anxiety.

"No, it's not likely"

Reassured Lry.

"Oh thank goodness"

Kalomos let out a breath of relief.

"No, it's far more likely to be a distress call from a crashed ship"

Yargwin thought for a moment.

"Answer it and put it on the live feed so everyone here can see it"

Yargwin was genuinely curious as to who the people calling were but he knew that having everyone there would give him a wider perspective on what to do if these people really did need there help.

Lry answered the call and the screen at the end of the mess-hall-long-table revealed an unfamiliar face that was hard to make out due to the poor quality of the camera on their end.

Looks like Lry was right, whoever this was, their ship had definitely crashed.

The figure on the screen, after panting a few times, began to speak in an extremely relived tone.

"Oh thank the stars that worked!"

Then they began addressing the crew they had called

"Hello, this is Oedipus Ex. 2.1, calling from the "Casper". My crewmates are all indisposed but I managed to remember how to make contact with other ships close by. In any case, all I need from you is to answer me this question.

Dose anyone on your ship go by the name 'Arkov Ex. 3.1 Sosha'?"

Immediately, everyone's eyes turned towards the hybrid they had all come to know and trust, hoping for an explanation as to who this caller was.

"Oedipus!?"

Arkov exclaimed in disbelief.

Arkov was a considerably hard person to read when it came to emotions, so it was a surprise to most of the crew to hear her sound so shocked.

"Well that answers that question"

The caller began.

"Hey there sibs, how's it hanging?"

Everyone thoughts seemed to synchronise as they looked at Arkov slacked- jawed and confused.

The callers demeanor had certainly changed from 'panicked and in need of help' to 'layed back and casual'.

None the less, Arkov ignored the large amount of eyes on her and keept her focus on her pre-established sibling.

"What are you doing?"

Arkov asked with the same confused demeanor as everyone present.

"I crashed the ship"

He said blankly.

"Well I gathered that much, but what are you doing flying a ship all the way out here anyway?"

This was a valed question, however it was promptly ignored by her sibling.

"Look, I don't have time to answer questions, I'm literally about to be crushed by our mums ship! Can you come get us or not?"

Yargwin was about to intergect, as it was ultimately HIS decision, but he hesitated and Arkov answerd before him by asking this mysterious caller a question in her monotone voice that he had come to love.

"Would you do it for me?".....

The crew didn't have much context behind this conversation or the realationship between the two, other than that they were apparently siblings and that one of them is I danger.

So you can imagine their combined shock when this solem question was met with a blank and almost cocky:

"Oh absolutely not"

Arkov's facial expression after hearing this said it all, so Yargwin, offended on her behalf, shot Lry a look that said "Cut the feed" but before he could, the caller's began to protest

"Wait, wait, wait! Arkov, you know I'd never ask anything of you unless it was an emergency and I'm not the only one on this ship, less you forget! So are you really gonna sacrifice the rest of our family? all because I'm 'kinda mean to you sometimes'?"

His voice had a dramatic tone to it.

It almost sounded condescending.

In any cases, this caller's general attitude towards the crew's hybrid friend gave them all a bad feeling.

Arkov looked down in thought and after there was no response, the caller sighed.

"I.....have your file"

This statement made Arkov's head jolt up in shock and curiosity.

"What? How? I-I thought mum had it?...."

The memory of her reading the personal file that her mother had made for her for the first time flashed across Arkov's mind.....

'I miss her' she thought.

However this precious memory was interrupted by her siblings unapologetic and in no way sensitive tone.

"Yeah well it's kinda hard to HAVE anything in her current state, now isn't it?"

This was certainly a joke I poor taste and it was met with dropped-jaws from the crew, and embarrassment from Arkov.

"So what if you have my file? I've already Ted it"

The caller chuckled.

"You've read the censored version, I have the....uncut version~"

Arkov was taken aback by this.

Surely there was nothing about herself or her hybrid body that she didn't already know about...right?

She thought to herself.

"....what?"

Another sigh came out from the mess-hall-speakers.

"Mum only showed you the stuff she deemed important, the rest of the stuff was on a need-to-know-basis

And you didn't need to know"

At this, Arkov stood from up from her chair agasent to Kalomos and in a demanded to know what he was talking about.

A loud, grinding noise came from the speakers, it was sounding like this caller didn't have a lot of time left to convince the flesh heart pirates to come and save them.

He cursed under his breath once the noise subsided.

He quickened his tone as he began to give Arkov the explanation she demanded.

"Look, mum deemed certain stuff about your hybrid body to be a....distraction from your mission, so she left some stuff out, stuff like wether or not alcohol effects you, wether or not you can have children, what age your most likely to die, all that fun stuff!"

That second example shocked Arkov.

She had never even considered having kids, hell, she didn't even know if she was capable of doing so!

'I guess that was kinda the point' she thought.

The caller was now really starting to get desperate.

"Look! You have to help me-us! I - shit - ill even throw in mum's will! Just get over here!"

That had done it.

Arkov went very quiet.

Kalomos had been silently reacting to all this along with the rest of the crew, but he was currently the one closest to her, and this was the first time she had genuinely scared him.

"You've had mum's will......

AND YOU DIDNT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS?"

"Look, I had my reasons!"

He protested.

"Really? Because to me, the only 'reason' for you to do somthing like this would be to make me like you less!"

Yargwin hadn't seen Arkov this upset since the day he 'left her for dead with Mortalous'

And he didn't appreciate it.

Her sibling still went on though.

"Well the feeling is pretty damn mutual, but the stakes are WAY to high right now for me to care! So are you helping a brother out or not?"

After this, Arkov seemed to be calmer.

But was still clearly not at all happy with her sibling for putting her I this position.

"Look, even if I wanted to, it's not up to me, it's not MY ship. It's ultimately up to yargwin-"

"Where coming to get you".

(End of chapter 1. Our journey will continue~)

(I just wanted to say that I came up with this idea at the end of space pirates season 2....so over 2 years ago! And I've been putting off posting this anywhere for literal years so I don't even care if no one reads this at this point I'm just glad that this can finally stop sizzling in my drafts)

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worldly-diversity · 2 years ago

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@kinglyisms ○ 𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖 ○

⤷ 『 Riddle and him are actually alone, something that can tend to be difficult to do with how many people Riddle tends to tutor, take care of, and monitor. He has friends too, other than Artemis, and he knows the other enjoys and craves his time with them. Something he didn't get nearly enough as a child. Artemis doesn't know a lot about his childhood, just like Riddle doesn't know a lot about Artemis. It's a complicated thing, both their history, and they give small bits of it to each other in passing when they're just talking.

Today, however, he wanted to share something with Riddle. The last few days were rough, Riddle ran into some trouble and though he can handle his trouble on his own well enough--Artemis doesn't like when he has to face it alone. He had that--weird flat device thing that Riddle gave him, but Artemis isn't quick enough with it to get to where Riddle is in a flash. He has a solution to that.

Riddle had just finished changing his clothes and Artemis slips up behind him. They're in the bedroom, private, he loops his arms around his friends neck. Artemis leaned down, resting his lips near the other's ear, and when he spoke his voice was just above a whisper. Just enough to be heard.

"I want to tell you something. My real name." Names have power for Gods and most supernatural creatures. Names were dangerous. "If you ever need me, you only need to speak it. So practice it well, Heart." A twist to his lips, perhaps a smile, and rolls his real name off of his tongue. "Vurphoadith." 』

Riddle always made sure to make time for the various events and happenings of the Heartslabyul dorm alongside his tutoring sessions of not only the younger years, but even the occasional 3rd years as well. At least Cater had gotten his GPA raised enough not to need Riddle all but hounding him over his grades anymore.

Nevertheless, quiet moments in his dorm room with Artemis by his side had become a part of his routine that he would hate to find missing nowadays. There was a certain kind of peace to them, even if he had not yet known Artemis to truly be peaceful.

They would work on their respective projects, read a book together ( occasionally with Riddle reading it aloud to the other and secretly very much enjoying both the act itself and the closeness that often came from it ), have tea and scones if the moment called for it, and indeed sometimes even laid down on his bed together and relaxed.

Right now it was time for bed. He had already completed his nightly rituals and had just finished changing into something more comfortable ( yet equally red and cream themed ) when Artemis pressed against his back and the other's arms wound over his shoulders in quite the intimate embrace.

Naturally, he immediately noticed that the other had chosen to be in his older form again tonight, something Artemis had begun doing more often when they were alone since the first time he'd learned that was a thing the other could do. Though he was more used to it now, Artemis' older form still tended to make him lose track of what he was saying or simply cause him to be looking at Artemis for slightly longer than could be considered appropriate.

Maybe if people knew he was attracted to the fractured god they'd call him m a d . But really, what else is new?

He shivers, for what else can you do when the person you're attracted to not only embraces you so closely but then also proceeds to whisper, breath hot against his skin and close enough to almost feel the brush of soft lips over the shell of his ear.

Focus— He should focus. Artemis is telling him something important, even if the way in which he's chosen to do so is apparently synonymous with seductive.

Riddle could think of quite a few reasons with which the use of a MagiCam wouldn't suffice and something like this could come in handy, but none of it really cares to register when all he can think about is that Artemis wanted to tell him this. Wanted him to know that he could call on him whenever Riddle needs him… It threatens to steal his breath away and feels like a promise wrapped like silk around his ribs. There and present.

"I'm going to butcher it, aren't I?" Is the first thing he manages to mutter after a moment of silence, trying to process both what Artemis has told him and the way he feels about it. He can feel the heat that has sunken into his cheeks, the steady press of Artemis' chest against his back and the comforting hold of those arms wrapped around his frame.

"Vur…phoadith."

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rufftimevinyl · 2 years ago

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Riddle me this, my brother, can you handle it? Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989) Don't skip - ALL OF THEM Underrated track - Shadrach So 1989 was a good year for music. Several of my favorite albums came out that year. The Cure's Disintegration, De La Soul's 3ft High, Pixies' Doolittle, Pretty Hate Machine from None Inch Nails...and this, the granddaddy, the OG...Paul's Boutique. This album so sounds as fresh today as it did the day it came out. The use of samples I think hit its high point with this album. They came from everywhere...Zeppelin, Johnny Cash, Zamrock, cartoons, movies...even answering machines. They sampled everyone, including themselves. Shake Your Rump alone has 14 samples by 12 artists...on one single song...mixed to perfection with beat changes, break downs and even samples of bongs and straws. And this was before there were digital pads. No hitting a button, it was serious work using samplers that could hold only a small bit of info at a time. The Dust Brothers absolutely made perfection with the tracks. And don't think the Beasties just slacked off. Their rhymes were as dense as the tracks, and we're all over the place. They had references going from pop culture, to hippies, to political satire to biblical allusions. One of my favorites is Shadrach. It's a loose allusion to the biblical story of Sharach, Meshach and Abednego, and how they choose to be burnt by Nebuchadnezzar II rather than bowing to the king's image. They turn the parable on its head and turned it into a boast that they run their lives and choose who and what they honor. That was a bold statement coming from 3 punks who hit it as a novelty rap group. It was a statement of intent. This album just kills...and I could easily go into each song and opine ad nauseum...but I won't. Instead I'll say listen to this album and 3ft High And Rising today...to me, the most influential sample albums of all time. #samples #beastieboys #fattyvinylsession #discogs #vinyl #vinygram #vinylcommunity #audiotechnica #vinycollector #that33rpmlife #recordcollector #vinyljunkie #nowplaying #nowspinning #igvinyl #vinyladdict #instavinyl #onmyturntable #vinyllove (at Chateau Ruff N Baker City Deux) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpVZr9Ru1ug/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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dragon-kazansky · 2 years ago

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Head in the clouds

Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky x Reader

Gender neutral reader

[Masterlist]

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

Warnings: None. More Reader, Maverick, Goose, and Carole

The past was supposed to stay in the past, but with Goose and Maverick getting into Top Gun, it would seem that it’s repeating itself. No matter what you do, you can never escape Tom Kazansky.

Word count: 2.9k

Chapter Two - Top Gun is calling

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You wake up to loud knocking on your door. You don’t have any idea what time it was, but you groaned as you rolled over and forced yourself to wake. You climb out of bed and make your way to the door, begging whoever it was to stop knocking. You pull the door open and see Maverick and Goose standing there.

“Isn’t it a bit early for this?” You ask, moving from the door and letting them in.

“It’s almost noon,” Goose states, entering your home.

“Is it?” You glance at the clock on the wall. “That’s not like me,” you laugh softly.

Maverick follows you into the kitchen as you go and make yourself a coffee. He looks around your home. It’s been months since he was last here, but there is comfort in knowing nothing much had changed.

“Goose and I leave for Top Gun tomorrow.”

You stop what you’re doing and turn slowly around. You look at Pete with a slightly furrowed brow. Your hand remains hovering in the air from where you were reaching for a mug.

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” he confirms.

You lower your hand and walk over to him.

“You just got here yesterday.”

“I know. This was so we could tell you in person.”

You sigh softly and lean in to hug Maverick. He wraps his arms around you and holds you close to his chest. You sink into his embrace, hiding your slight pout in his shoulder. The navy wasn’t just tough because of what they had to, it was tough because at any moment they could be called away and you would be left waiting.

It made you think of him. No, you wouldn’t bring him up now.

“How long will you be there for?”

“Three weeks, but they’ll open up Miramar for families. You and Carole can come and stay near the base and we’ll get to see you.”

“I’m not actually related to any of you though,” you say and pull back.

“No, but you’re a part of my family. I’ll make sure you get a home over there,” he tells you. You smile at him.

“Thanks, Mav.”

You pull away from him entirely and resume your coffee making, setting out 2 extra mugs for your friends. Just as you finish pouring the coffee, Goose enters the kitchen with a familiar item in hand. You begin to laugh.

“Thief,” he grins at you.

“Carole said I could wear one of your shirts. It was funny. I’m surprised you didn’t mention it yesterday,” you laugh.

“Oh, I noticed. Then I realised you had gone home with it.”

You shrug and hand them each a mug, cradling your own in your hands as you lean against the kitchen counter. It felt so nice to have your boys here with you. If only they weren’t leaving again so soon.

“Did you tell them?” Goose asked Mav.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to miss you boys,” you said.

“I told you. Miramar,” Pete looks at you.

“I know, but I can still miss you both even if you’re just next door. You have to stay safe, OK? Look out for each other,” you tell them.

“We’ll be fine. You know Mav,” Goose nudges his buddy.

“I do know Mav, that’s why I’m telling you to be careful,” you say, sighing into your coffee. The warmth wasn’t very comforting right now. Your mind was riddled with worry.

Goose is looking at you with saddened eyes. Maverick looks between you both, silently asking Goose what was wrong. Goose just shakes his head at Pete and sips his drink. There was a part of your life Maverick didn’t know about. Something only Goose and Carole know. You hadn’t opened up to Maverick about it, not wanting to dump that part of your life on him. It didn’t matter these days anyway.

“Well, uh, since we only have today, I thought maybe we could take Bradley to the fair or something. Give him something exciting to do before we leave,” Goose suggests.

“That sounds fun I’m up for that,” you say, smiling at them. It was like your crestfallen demeanour hadn’t happened.

“Cool, we’ll head out when you’re ready and pick up Carole and Bradley,” Mav said, watching you. You didn’t meet his eyes.

You drank what was left of your coffee and headed upstairs to get ready. While you were up there, Mav turned to Goose.

“Don’t you think they’re acting a little strange?” Pete asks Nick.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, they go quiet on us when we talk about Top Gun sometimes.”

Nick shrugs as he fiddles with his mug. It’s not his place to tell Maverick, as much as he hates keeping things from his friend.

“They’ll be OK. They’re strong.”

“I know that. I’m just... worried,” Pete admits, looking down at the floor.

“Listen, I can’t tell really tell you everything because I promised I wouldn’t, but they went through a tough patch years ago. There was someone... and they walked away from that someone.”

“A pilot?” Maverick guessed.

“Yeah...”

Pete didn’t ask any more. He looked toward the staircase and sighed softly. There was obviously a story there, but he wouldn’t pry. You’re family and he loved you. He would watch out for you.

You return dressed and ready for a fun day ahead.

“So, the fair?” You smile.

Goose and Maverick smile back. You grab a jacket on the way out and climb into Goose’s truck. Maverick follows on his motorcycle. You smile as you spot him in the mirror, wind in his hair. Goose has the radio on as he drives, you’re both singing loudly, you’re sure even Mav can hear you both.

Goose pulls up outside his home. Carole and Bradley are all ready to go. You climb out and greet Carole, giving Bradley a little kiss on the nose which makes him giggle.

“Ready for a fun day with our boys?” You ask.

“Ready.”

You let Carole and Bradley get in the truck. You turn and look at Maverick. He’s leaning against his bike looking at you.

“Room for one more?” You ask.

Maverick grins and climbs onto his bike, waiting for you. You smile as you walk over and climb on the back. Arms around Mav’s torso, you smile as you lean into him, waiting to take off. Mav waits for Goose to pull out first, he would follow.

“We’re going to have fun,” Pete says over his shoulder.

“I know. I always have fun when I’m with my family,” you smile.

You don’t see his smile, but it’s there.

Goose pulls away from the house and before you know it, you’re on the road. Wind in your face and streets passing by. This is a thrill you love. Yet, your heart aches again. Why does everything remind you of him? Maverick feels you tense up and carefully places on hand over yours in a small moment of comfort. You give him a little squeeze and his hand returns to the bike.

You won’t let that man haunt you.

The fair comes into view and you smile wide at the sight. A Ferris wheel towers over the other rides and you know you want to go on it. Mav pulls up behind Goose’s truck and everyone gets out, gathering near the entrance. Goose pulls out his wallet and you reach out and stop him. You pull out some money and head to the entrance. You buy everyone a ticket and hand them out.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Goose says, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You boys leave tomorrow, let me treat you,” you say.

Goose just smiles at you. He picks up Bradley and you all enter the park. Maverick hovers close beside you, looking around. When Goose was busy being a family man, you and Pete tended to stick together. You smile as Carole laughs beside her husband.

Your expression falls again. Mav once again notices.

“You alright?”

You look up and nod and Pete.

“I’m good.”

He reaches out and takes your hand. You look at him with confusion before he then pulls you over to one of the rides. A smile appears on your face and you get on it, Mav sitting beside you.

This is how you spend the afternoon. Maverick picking rides and games for you to play. You both laugh and smile as you take turns and have a good time. The Bradshaw’s are doing the same thing just up ahead of you the entire time. You and Maverick share some snacks as you walk through the park.

“Want a milkshake?” You ask, looking over at one of the stands.

“After. There’s something we should do first,” Mav says, taking your hand back in his.

“Oh?”

He leads you over to the Ferris Wheel which stands just ahead of you. Goose and Carole are already getting on it with Bradley. You smile and shake your head as you pick up speed and end up pulling Maverick along the rest of the way. He laughs as you both get on the next car.

You sit ad wait for the wheel to fill up, getting a little higher each time.

“I just like the view from the top.”

“You should see the view from the sky,” Pete says, grinning.

“Oh yeah? Bet it’s a sight,” you chuckle.

“That it is.”

Your eyes cast up to the blue sky above. Maverick and Goose thrive up there. You wonder what it’s actually like up there. You could never imagine yourself in their position, and sure you’ve been on a plane, but your boys fly fighter jets. It’s a whole different situation.

“How does it feel to fly?” You ask him, keeping your eyes on the sky.

“It feels free.”

“Free.”

“Just you and the sky. Keep in mind I go about Mach 2 and usually there’s enemy craft in the sky too,” he lightly chuckles. You smile and turn to look at him.

“Still, I bet it’s amazing.”

“It is,” he confirms.

The ride gets going and you both go around the wheel a few times slowly. It’s calm and everything feels right for a while. You can pretend that tomorrow your boys won’t be leaving again for a very important mission. You can pretend you won’t spend the next 3 weeks worrying over them constantly.

Maverick takes your hand again when you both climb off.

“Come on, let’s get those milkshakes.”

You smile and follow him to the stall you saw earlier. Maverick buys you both a milkshake and you take a seat on a bench near by. The Bradshaw’s rock up with doughnuts in hands. You chuckle at the sight of Bradley with a big doughnut in hand. You know he won’t eat the whole thing.

“Save some for me, buddy,” you laugh.

Goose picks Bradley up and puts him down between you and Mav. You chuckle and pinch some of the doughnut.

“This has been fun,” Carole says, smiling at her son.

“Yeah. Perfect way to spend the day together,” you say.

“You’ll see us off tomorrow?” Mav asks.

“Of course we will,” you reply, seriously.

He smiles at you. You smile back. There’s comfort in the silent exchange.

You drink your milkshake, eat what Bradley doesn’t of his doughnut, and then make your way back to the car and bike. Goose wins Bradley a little stuffed animal before reaching the car park. As before, you get on the bike with Mav and make the trip back home. Mav steers away from the Bradshaw’s to head back to your place.

You climb off the bike and face Mav.

“Want to stay the night?”

“Oh, no, it’s fine. You enjoy your evening,” he says, ready to make a leave, but you place your hand over his.

“Come on. Please? You’re leaving tomorrow and I want to spend as much time with you as possible.”

He smiles and turns his engine off. Mav follows you into the house. You close the door and tell him to make himself at home. That was easy for Pete because this place was a home to him. Your door was always open to him.

You both sit down and relax.

“Shall I order us a pizza and we can spend the night talking about anything and everything?”

Pete grins.

“Sounds good to me.”

You get up and order a pizza for the both of you, while you’re doing that, Pete looks around the room. There’s a nagging voice in his head wanting to ask you about what’s on your mind. Sure, he and Goose only came back yesterday, and will be leaving again soon, but in that time you’ve been a little strange.

You return and smile, handing him a beer.

“Thanks,” he takes a sip from it.

“It’s almost unfair that we only got a short amount of time with you again before you leave.”

“That’s the navy for you, honey,” he wins at you. You laugh and shake your head softly.

“Still, I don’t know how Carole does it,” you sigh softly.

“Do what?”

“Watching her husband leave for months at a time, only to get him back for a bit before he’s gone again. You and Goose always seem to be away. Don’t get me wrong, I admire what you guys do, but I don’t think I could stand being a military spouse,” you tell him.

“About that, was there someone?” Pete asks, watching you closely.

“Pete...”

“You’ve been a little strange. Look, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I’m your friend. I feel like there’s a chapter of your life I don’t know about.”

“It was before I got to know you. I dated a pilot. I liked him a lot. A lot... But I couldn’t do it any more. I broke it off and left. His job was important, and he was so good at it. I left so he could focus on that, and only that. It was my decision. I don’t know why I keep thinking of him all of a sudden. I won’t see him again. He’s probably off being the best of the best, no offence, Mav,” you laugh.

Maverick chuckles and nudges you.

“The best of the best, huh?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Was he a Top Gun graduate?” He asks.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if he was. When I left, I dropped all contact with him, so I don’t know. He would have definitely been in Top Gun, that would be right up his street. He really is one of the best damn pilots I’ve ever seen, and I’m not just saying that,” you tell him.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“Would have liked to meet him,” Pete grins. You shove him playfully and take a sip from your own beer.

The pizza arrives and you both move the conversation away from exes and onto more fun things. Maverick telling you some of the crazy stunts he had pulled off, and some tales of what he Goose got up to in their down time. You’re laughing and smiling the entire time. You share some stories of what you and Carole have been up to without them, but it’s not nearly as exciting. Still, Pete hangs onto every word.

Pizza consumed and the hour turning late, you grab Mav a blanket and a pillow. He makes his bed on the sofa and bids you goodnight. You smile at him before you go. It was nice to know he was under your roof for one night. You’d would be sure to give him a good send off tomorrow.

You both rise early in the morning. You make Pete breakfast and you sit together, not much conversation passing. It’s comfortable though. You’re just sad knowing in a few hours he will be gone again. You clean up and get changed. Maverick changes too, throwing his usual bomber jacket on over the top. You both leave. The ride to the Bradshaw’s is quiet. You cling to Pete that little bit more tighter than normal, resting your head against his back. You’re clinging to what little time you have left with him.

Goose and Carole are already outside waiting for you both. You climb off the bike when it stops and run up to Goose. You give him a big hug. He hugs you back.

“God, I hate this bit,” you say.

Goose smiles softly at you.

“Me too, but we’ll see you all again soon. You will fly out to Miramar, won’t you?” Goose asks, needing to know you’ll be there.

“Carole will, no doubt.”

“You too,” he says.

“I’ll try.”

“Don’t try, do!”

You sigh softly and part from him. Goose and Carole get in the car. Bradley already strapped in. You return to the bike and hold onto Mav again.

At the airport, you feel sadness consume you. This is why you told yourself you couldn’t ever date a pilot again, but watching your two dear friends leave was just as hard. You give them both a big hug and watch them go. Carole holds Bradley close to her chest as she watches Goose go.

You turn away when they’re out of sight.

Top Gun was calling and they were answering the call.

You try not to show that your heart was aching. A glimmer of a thought crosses your mind. After last night’s conversation, what were the chances he would be in their class with them? Would Goose tell you if he was? Would you even want to know?

You had no idea what you wanted.

Carole takes you back home with her. She doesn’t ask you anything, and you’re thankful for it.

Maybe one day you can actually let him go.

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