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bronzeeditsx · 11 months ago

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Maya fanfic part 12!

sorry I haven’t posted in awhile, I just lost a bit of motivation and had a bit of a writers blank, but I have some more ideas now so the next chapter shouldn’t be as long of a wait. Thank you for your patience. 🫶

The next few days consisted of you doing viewings for your apartment and some one had made an offer.

Turning the key and opening Maya’s door you were greeted firstly by Mocha.

“How did it go?”. Maya asked, watching you bend down to pet him.

“Some one made an offer”. You replied, a smile displayed across your face.

“That’s great”. She said, bringing you into a hug as soon as you stood back up.

“Have you heard anything about the new apartment yet?”.

“No not yet”.

“I’m sure we will soon”.

“Hopefully”.

“Hopefully on your birthday tomorrow”. She said, with a big smile.

“That would be good”.

“It will oldie”. She teased.

“I’m only five months older than you”. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s a long time”. She chuckled.

You laughed and walked into the kitchen to get a snack as you were hungry.

“So what would you like to do tomorrow for your birthday?”. She asked.

“Hmm…we could go to the beach if you want?”. You knew Maya loved the beach and she hasn’t been yet since joining, you wanted to make the day enjoyable for both of you.

“Are you sure? what’s the weather going to be like?” She replied trying to not seem as excited as she really was.

“I think it’s meant to be sunny for a few hours, then it will go cloudy. If it’s too bad we can just walk around the shops for a bit, but it will probably be too cold to go in the sea”.

“Okay, but i’m use to going in the sea whatever temperature”.

“Oh sorry Guernsey girl”. You joked sarcastically. You’ve lived in Manchester your whole life so you only went to the beach if it was summer or if you were on holiday.

She laughed at you slightly pushing your back. This made you slightly hobble to the side due to your cut foot that was still healing.

“Heyy”.

“Have you been hobbling around all day for the viewings?”.

“Slightly”.

She laughed back at you.

“It’s my birthday tomorrow, don’t be mean”.

“I’m only joking”. She replied wrapping her arms around you and softly kissing your neck.

“Hmm”.

“I’ll make it up to you tomorrow”.

“Okay”. You smiled.

- The next day -

Slowly opening your eyes you realised it was your birthday. Usually you spent past birthday mornings with your family, however this year since you were going out with Maya to the beach earlier on, you were seeing them later for dinner.

Speaking of Maya you looked to the side of you and noticed she wasn’t there. Sighing you realised she was probably already downstairs so you would have to get out your nice warm bed. As soon as you got downstairs you saw Maya making breakfast.

“Good morning”. You said, with a tired smile.

“Morning…no, no I was going to give you this in bed, I didn’t know you were awake”.

“May it’s ok, i’ll just eat it now that i’m here”. You chuckled.

“Are you sure?”. She asked.

“Yes,i’m sure”.

“Alright then, I just thought since it was your birthday…happy birthday!”. She said eventually, too busy focused on preparing breakfast she forgot to say.

“Thank you”. You laughed as she brought you into a hug.

“I’ll give you your presents later”.

“You didn’t have to get me anything”.

“Of course I do, it’s your birthday”.

“Usually I just get bank transfers nowadays”.

“Oh..well not this year”. She smiled, handing you breakfast that she cooked.

“Hmm are you sure you made this, it actually looks nice”. You joked.

“Heyy, i’m an amazing cook”.

“Has anyone told you that?”.

“Well…no, but I think I am”.

You laughed back at her. “Well I think you’re an amazing cook”.

“Aww thanks”. She replied, slightly blushing.

“Do you still want to go to the beach in a few hours?”. You asked.

“Of course, i’ve been excited all day”.

“Aww how cute”.

“I’m not cute”.

“Yes you are”. You chuckled.

- A few hours later -

“I can’t find my bikini anywhere”. You groaned searching through every crevice of Maya’s bedroom and some boxes you haven’t fully unpacked when you said you were going to unpack them a week ago.

“Do you want to open your presents now or later?” Maya asked.

“I don’t care, i’m just trying to find my bikini first”.

“Oh…ok sorry”. She said disheartened.

You brushed a hand along your face. “Maya I didn’t mean it like that, i’m sorry of course I care about what you generously got me. I’m just stressed as we’re already half an hour behind because of me”.

“It’s fine, I understand I shouldn’t have asked you now”.

“No it’s not your fault”. You replied wrapping your arms around her and straddling her lap as she sat on the side of the bed, watching her bedroom become a mess.

“Well if you can’t find your bikini I guess you’ll have to swim naked”. Maya joked.

“I’m not sure if the other people on the beach will like that”.

“But I would”.

“Very funny Le tiss”. You replied, playfully pushing her head to the side.

“Hmm that’s a nickname you’ve not called me before”.

“Well i’ll call it you until we find my bikini”. You said getting off her.

“Well I like it”.

“Of course you do”. You chuckled. “Oh and i’ll open my presents at the beach as we won’t have time now”.

“That’s okay”. She grinned.

You were now in Maya’s car along with her and Mocha as you started your hour long drive to the beach. Eventually you managed to find your bikini that ended up at the pit of the box you typically last looked in.

Luckily the weather was on your side as the sun was creeping through the clouds but it was still quite windy and chilly.

There was a few people along the sandy beach but not many as it was November. Maya walked Mocha as well as carrying the bags as she insisted.

“It’s so nice here”. You said as you lay a blanket out for you both to sit on.

“Yes it is, reminds me of home”. She replied with a big smile. She then let Mocha off his lead as there wasn’t that many people around. He straight away made a break for the sea.

“I can tell someone loves the beach”. You said, watching him splash in the water.

“Yes, whenever I go back to Guernsey with my family we always take him there”. You then looked back to her and she was already undressed ready to go in.

“Someone’s eager”.

“I’ve just not been swimming for awhile”.

“Same to be fair”. You then started to get unchanged, however it was so cold you started shivering finding it hard to even take your t-shirt off.

“C’mon you get used to it after a bit”.

“I dunno it’s too cold, but i don’t want to get my shirt wet”.

She then rubbed both your arms. “It’ll be fine, just stay close to me..you can wear my shirt if you want”.

“N-no i’ll just brave it”.

“You sure?”.

"Yep”. You replied not confidently at all.

Slowly you made it to the shore, dipping your toes in the freezing cold water. Maya quickly merged herself into the water as if it didn’t faze her at all. Cold water swimming is meant to be good for you.

“C’mon it’s not that bad”. She said, holding out a hand.

“Maybe for you”.

“I’ll ease you into it then”:

“Fine”. You replied, holding her hand then slowly going deeper, even though your body fought against it. But unexpectedly she then pulled you up to her quickly submerging your whole body. “Heyy”. You whined as you were in slight shock, however not long later you realised she was right, it wasn’t that bad.

She held your thighs as you wrapped your legs around her, still trying to gain as much heat as you could.

“How are you feeling?”. She asked.

“Well a lot better now i’m next to you”. You chuckled.

“Good”. She replied, however you noticed her eyes were starting to wonder down.

“My eyes are up here”.

“Y-yeah”. She replied, her face starting flush, she couldn’t be discreet at anything to save her life. Instead you lifted her chin up and brought her into a kiss, her hand moving to hold the back of your neck.

“Hmm”. She hummed after you broke the kiss. However not soon after your body started shivering again.

“Do you want to get out now?”.

“If that’s okay”.

“Of course, I don’t mind as long as you’re okay”. She replied, starting to carry you out the water, you still wrapped around her. Mocha then started following you back to your belongings.

“I need to leave in a few hours for my family dinner anyway”.

“Oh yeah, that’s fine”. She replied handing you a towel, but quickly looked you up and down one last time before your towel surrounded you. You just laughed at her, but couldn’t help but do the same.

Unfortunately there was nowhere for you to get changed so you thought you would have to uncomfortably wear your cold, wet swimwear under you clothes until you got home.

“Do you want me to shield you with the towel if you want to get changed, there’s no one else around”.

“Actually that would be good thanks”. Shortly you did the same for her and started packing some things away.

“I’ll give you one present now and the rest later”. Maya said with a big smile.

“Aww thank you, you really didn’t have to ge-“. She covered your mouth before you could finish the sentence.

“Here”. She replied handing it you. You then nervously opened it. She didn’t take her eyes off you, watching for your reaction.

It was a pandora necklace with a heart on it.

“Oh my God Maya this is so beautiful, but they’re so expensive”.

“That doesn’t matter, you deserve it”.

“Are you sure?”.

“Of course i’m sure, let me see it on you”. She clipped it on and as she lay eyes back on you her face lit up.

“You look incredible”.

“Thank you”. You replied, quickly wrapping your arms around her holding her body close. “I love you softie”.

“Love you too”. She replied trying to hide the tears that were nearly falling down her cheeks.

“Aww don’t, cos i’ll start crying now”.

“I-it’s because it’s windy”. She said unconvincingly.

“Yeah right”. You giggled.

She laughed at you whilst wiping her eyes, you doing the same.

“Let’s get some lunch then, i’m hungry”.

“Me too”. You replied, but couldn’t stop smiling.

The rest of the day consisted of you having lunch at a cute coffee shop and walking Mocha around the small village. Before you knew it you were already back at Maya’s.

“Here’s one last present before you leave”. Maya said, with a big grin.

“You’re too kind”. You replied, and starting unwrapping it expecting nothing much. It was a pandora ring that matched the necklace. “Oh my God, Maya I can’t take this, you’ve spent too much”. You said almost in tears again.

“I want you to have it”. She replied, putting it on your finger, it fitted perfectly.

“I don’t know what to say…thank you”. Bringing her into a hug once again.

“I didn’t want to give it to you earlier in case you lost it in the sea”.

“Yes knowing my luck i probably would have”. You laughed.

“Well I hope you have a nice time with your family”.

“Would you like to meet them?”.

“Oh um I dunno, i’ll have to look after Mocha, I do want to at some point though”. She said nervously.

“No it’s fine I understand, but i’m gonna miss you”. You said leaning towards her.

“I’ll miss you too”. She replied, moving her hands down the sides of your dress. You brought her into a kiss, trying to savour every second with her before you leave in a few minutes.

Pulling away your breath taken by her, you watched her face filled with love.

“I should actually go now, I don’t want to be late to my own party”.

“Fine, but promise you’ll come back later, I have something else for you”.

“You got another thing!”.

“Yes”. She smiled.

“Okay, I pinky promise”. You replied linking your little fingers together. She laughed back at you, watching you walk towards the door however you couldn’t help but kiss her goodbye one last time.

“See you later”. She grinned.

“Bye softie”. You hugged her and made your way to your car, she watched until your car had turned the corner and out of sight.

#maya le tissier #muwfc #muwfc imagine #maya le tissier x reader

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turbo-virgins · 2 years ago

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Hi! Congrats on your wedding and all that! Happy that you got what we all successfully wish for! I don't mean to rush you or anything, but I, and I'm sure many others, am wondering if you're gonna update your fanfic for far cry 5, or if like many others, this'll be abandoned, now that some life-changing distractions have happened to you.

I've just been checking every Friday and Saturday(in case you forgot) for updates, and I haven't many reliable hopes or updates in my life other than that, and since it's been some time since an update, I'm just wondering if we should stop checking in on that.

Thanks, and hope you two have a happy life!!

Thank you so much for the congratulations and for the ask! I want to answer this question, but I feel like this is going to turn into a big ramble, so I’ll put my thoughts and stuff under the cut.

But basically the TLDR is: Holy Roller most definitely is NOT abandoned and I would like to find a more consistent posting schedule again, but I don’t know if it’s going to be as “fast” as the weekly updates I did for the first handful of chapters.

Now that the basic answer is out of the way- Okay, honestly this question threw me for a loop and was sort of a wake-up call of sorts? When I first started writing Holy Roller I didn’t expect anybody to… care? And I don’t mean that in an ungrateful or pessimistic sounding way. I think more than anything I was trying to protect myself from getting caught up in the number of hits/kudos/comments and whatnot and from the disappointment I would have felt if nobody ever read it.

Writing is a relatively new hobby of mine (although I’ve been doing it at a much smaller scale for most of my life without even realizing how passionate I was about it) and because I’ve never posted anything before I honestly had no idea what to expect. That being said I am super grateful for all the wonderful comments - the enjoyment, the speculation, all of it! It gives me the warm and fuzzies each time.

What I’m trying to say - in a very long and round about way - is that I truly appreciate and am amazed that something I wrote is something you look forward to reading.

As for Holy Roller itself - I just want you to know that I haven’t forgotten about it and it has always been my intention from posting Chapter 1 that I would see it through to the end, no matter how long it took me. Delilah isn’t a self-insert oc, but she holds a lot of intimate pieces of me and I genuinely want to see her story completed.

Chapter 13 is currently sitting at 1,515 words and I typically try to reach around 4,500 words a chapter (which I haven’t always been successful at lol), BUT I do have notes in my rough draft that are outlines for the gaps between the “finished” sections and it is my plan to have it edited and ready to post this Friday. From there I would LIKE to maybe get back into an every-other-Friday posting schedule and I’ll go edit the fic posting in AO3 to reflect that (honestly I’m sorry I didn’t do that sooner). Currently, I think the fic is sitting around 50K words and my goal was to have it end around 100K. Pacing is such a weird thing to try and figure out - like, I want to keep the plot moving but I hope I’m not giving y’all whiplash as I go!

Also as soon as Holly Roller is done I’m shifting focus to a New Vegas fanfic and maybe one of my original ideas for a novel I’ve been kicking around. I try to focus on one thing at a time though :)

#fic: holy roller #oc: delilah

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just-incorrect-beastars · 4 years ago

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Beastars Fandom Interview!

This post starts a series of interviews I want to make to artists in this fandom! I’m really sorry for the delay with this, but I had to take care of some business irl! The first interview it’s with @dooptown, talented artist and writer of Craving More Than You’re Given, Beasts in The Stars and co-author of We’re Only Animals with @nilesthewhitetaileddeerqueer! Enjoy! If you want to submit other questions feel free to do it!

How did you get into the fandom?

My friend showed me its debut cover on Shonen Champion back in like 2016? At the time I thought the art looked weird so I put it on the backburner. Fast forward to May of 2017 and the same friend started reading it and recommended that I do as well. And the rest is history.

What do you feel about Beastars? Has it improved or not with the latest volumes?

My relationship with Beastars has definitely been complicated. If you go way back on my blog you're sure to find text posts of me complaining endlessly about it because that was back when I thought the whole thing would devolve into a romance story. I saw the romance between Haru and Legosi as forced and shallow (I don't think that anymore, although I do wish it was given more focus so we can really understand it). After the Meteor Festival Arc I got really invested in it, and I believe the Murder Solution Arc is the strongest in the story. The slice of life leaning of Legosi living on his own is really good too. Melon's introduction kind of marked the descent into the Weirdness we're seeing now. I love Melon to bits but the story right now is really weird and weird things keep happening. I still enjoy a handful of the chapters coming out currently, and the last few have been really great, but it's definitely not as good as it used to be. What I crave most from Beastars is slice of life.

Do you have a favorite character?

Overall? I'm not sure. I'll just say it's Louis.

You are considered one of the first Lougosi writers/artists and one of the most looked up to. How does it feel?

While there were certainly a handful of Lougosi fics before mine as well as some art, I do remember that ship being a bit barren when the manga wasn't as popular. I'm not aware of just how influential or far reaching my work with this ship is, since this is the internet and tracking that sort of thing is kind of impossible and I tend to be a bit of an aloof hermit. Knowing I'm relatively well known in a community I care a lot about is a nice feeling, though! But at the end of the day I'm a fan just like anyone else.

How has the fandom changed since you joined, especially since the anime came out?

It has blown up, that's for sure! The tumblr tag for Beastars back in 2017 was me and maybe four other regular posters, and I was the only artist posting consistent Beastars art back then (that I remember) As time went on it definitely gained in popularity, mostly by word of mouth, but even in March of 2019 it had a virtually empty Ao3 tag. So the anime, understandably, launched Beastars into the mainstream (or at least close to it). This is awesome and I love that it's seeing so much popularity and praise! Of course that also brings with it the ugliness of general Fandom Drama. Beastars Discourse is the most unwelcome thing to come of this popularity and it's the reason I no longer track the tag here on tumblr or look it up on twitter.

Your art is very popular. Have you ever thought of making a comic?

I would like to make comics but comic layout is intimidating and so is the whole process. Maybe one day.

3 fics that you would recommend?

serendipity by elkieistrying

Want a Haru/Juno story with a nice helping of Lougosi on the side? Serendipity can scratch that itch. Both ships are very well written and I love the characterization so much in this story.

Ashfall by Skeptacles

This fic doesn't seem to have many hits, and I think that's because people are turned away by it being a Game of Thrones crossover. As someone who has never read, watched, or even knows anything about Game of Thrones, I can say this fic is a great read! Skeptacles presents the setting and worldbuilding in an easy to understand way and if you have no GoT knowledge like I do, it simply seems like a Beastars Fantasy story.

To one I am tied, to the other I am true by Sinpie_Senpai

This was the first Lougosi fic I ever read, and it is the second English Lougosi fic on Ao3. It was very influential to my decision to start writing Lougosi fic, and if you haven't read it yet I think you should.

How much have you worked on merging the manga’s plot and your story for Craving More Than You’re Given?

For CMTYG the merging of the plot just happened naturally. I started it in March of 2019 so at that point Legosi just had his birthday and hadn't seen Louis in a while, so I figured a birthday party would be a good reason for them to meet again. I wrote from there while also paying attention to where the canon plot was going to see what I wanted to incorporate.

You think you're gonna include the turf war in your fic? And are there any new characters you want to include?

Since this story was conceived long before this manga plot started, I won't be including it. Things are going to go very differently. As for new characters, I don't think so.

What inspired Beasts in the Stars?

As for Beasts in the Stars, I've always been a Sci fi fan. This story is loosely based on an AU I made for my OCs back in 2015, as well as some Sci fi ideas I've had bouncing around in my head for years. I can't point to any specific inspirations, but people compare it to Cowboy Bebop, which I can see since both of a laid back hard Sci fi aesthetic. I also write Star Fox fanfic, so I’m definitely using some of my experience from that.

Legosi in the fic is homosexual or what? What about Louis?

Their sexualities will be explained, but I usually work off my headcanon of Legosi being bi and Louis being gay.

What other characters do you want to include in Beasts in the Stars?

BITS will hopefully include virtually every character from Beastars in some capacity.

What's the difference between writing a story more anchored to the manga and one that isn't?

Writing a fic that's manga-compliant is fun because you have to take into consideration past actions in the story and make sure it lines up with what they're doing in the fic. Of course, there's less freedom there, so that's why writing an AU also has its positives. Using the characters as a base to work off of in a new setting is very exciting.

Any spoilers you would like to share for both of them?

CMTYG: Next chapter is being written, and the summer clothes Legosi pics I've been drawing definitely play a role ;)

BITS: Next canon characters you'll be seeing are the Drama Club folks. I hope people enjoy how I adapted them for this story.

And this was it! If you are an artist in the fandom and you want to partecipate to this please feel free to write me, I’ll get back at you as soon as possible!

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juleswolverton-hyde · 4 years ago

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Down the Rabbit Hole Revised Snippet & Deleting the Series

Dear reader,

As has been hinted at multiple times, Down the Rabbit Hole is currently in the process of being made into a proper novel. The final chapter will still be made available online on this blog for a short time to close the series off. However, the same can likely not be said for the final interlude (those parts of the series where the POV switches to another character).

Another unfortunate fluke of prepping the fanfic into being made fit for actual publishing is a change of style. The poetics are still there for they are still my strong point and personal preference, but the personal philosophy of never using an explicit first person point of view or use possessive pronouns has to be put aside in order to lower the formality of the text. In other words, I am copy-editing the novel and making some minor yet grand changes as you will see in the snippet.

Lastly, I want to note that the entire series will only be available online for a little longer since it will turn into an actual book at some point in time. It will be deleted on all platforms in the future.

When exactly? I do not know, but fairly soon.

That is all I have to say for now regarding the series and the changes it is going through.

Until we speak again.

Yours,

Jules Wolverton-Hyde

The jazz tunes filter in through the ears as hazily as the image of the café filled with old furniture in various warm shades of wood, moss green velvet and royal red. Tall bookshelves fashioned from dark wood and filled to the brim with an array of colourful titles covering all sorts of genres surround the interior, masking every wall painted a tone of pure chocolate aside from the one behind the counter, which consists of bare red brick. Vintage chandeliers illuminate the space dimly, giving it a cosy atmosphere perfect for bookworms to rejoice in with their book of preference.

''Syl, are you alright?'' A nudge against the shoulder almost causes a waste of good coffee, a hand lightly tanned by the countryside sun in earlier days grabbing the shoulder to steady the still half-asleep body. ''Careful. You were busy writing again, weren't you? I'm sure Cheshire can wait just fine and wants you to watch after your health. As do I.''

Mentally wishing to be left in peace or somewhere that is possible, my gaze flicks upward, hoping eyes contain the threatening glint of morning grogginess and irritation thoughts create the image of when not thinking of a berating comment. Nobody gets away with spilling even the smallest amount of precious liquid black gold, a splash of it now decorating the clay tiles regardless. However, there is no point in arguing and certainly not over something like this. Not this early in the morning at least.

And so with a heavy sigh, gazes lock with the colleague's cat-like narrow eyes. However, not even the mention of the dear reader and their supportive nature does anything to better the current state of mind. ''Jay, it's fine. I slept for three hours and breakfast will keep me going at least till lunch. I'll just slip in a few shots of espresso during the day.''

''Three hours is way too short, you know that, mister Sleep-is-for-the-weak. Take it easy today, alright? I don't want to drag you to the hospital due to exhaustion and an overdose of caffeine.'' Lips pull into a stern line when I don't immediately respond, eyebrows raising and drawing together while leaning in after shuffling a little closer. Considering the lowered voice, Jaemin, or Jay to make it easier for other people, the matter is quite serious. ''Promise me, Sylvester.''

''Yes, okay, fine. I promise.'' Despite sounding sharp, I look away to take a big bite out of the freshly prepared multigrain omelette bagel, making it clear the discussion is over. Funnily enough, it is once more proven that food is the best cure for annoyance since the agitated feelings fade as the stomach is filled with fuel for the day.

The satisfied sliver a smile on the friend's round yet sculpted face, part of the forehead obscured by a few locks of hair as black as the starless winter sky, brightens the foul mood as well. The mere comrade's presence is enough to erase all negativity caused by the negligence of well-being in favour of the art of words. ''Let me just upload the new chapter of Scarred and then open the place.''

Whilst Jay retrieves the keys hanging in the lockbox in the back office, I finish the habitual breakfast, the last sip of Americano containing three shots of espresso washing away the final bite of the meal. Afterwards, fingers deftly fish the phone sitting snug in the pocket of dark trousers to quickly open the publishing platform's app and press the publication button at the end of the draft.

Thanks to the hasty morning ritual - throwing on the first ivory work shirt and proper trousers to be found before splashing some water into my face before rapidly doing the acne-prone skincare routine and a quick brush of the teeth - and afterwards rushing to get here, the upload schedule of Scarred has been interrupted. Notwithstanding, it is fortunately only delayed by an hour. Nevertheless, it would be a lie to say it isn't irksome because it feels like a responsibility toward the audience to make sure new chapters are uploaded on time.

I hope it makes your morning better than mine, Cheshire. Sorry for the wait.

''It's online?'' The fairly low voice suddenly sounding directly on the right makes every muscle stiffen in alarm, head jerking away from where warm breath brushes the side of the neck. The wariness vanishes a split second later once it's registered that it belongs to the other barista, who is chuckling at the reaction to the sudden appearance and points at the device held in calloused hands to indicate still expecting an answer to the question.

''Yup, out there for the world to see.''

''For Cheshire to see, you mean. You still haven't chatted with them?'' The answer to that is plain to read in the absent rubbing of the upper arms after putting the phone away, crumpling ever so slightly under the older man's scrutiny. A breathless self-deprecating laugh strengthens the confirmation whilst also unintentionally stirring up a feeling of wrongdoing, failing at something that should have been attempted already a long time ago. ''You have to give it a shot. They obviously care for you, otherwise they wouldn't comment on every single thing you post. Moreover, they've been with you ever since you became The White Rabbit. Somebody that doesn't like you would have left long ago.''

There is a point, a very clear one, in Jay's response and it would be delusional to call it ungrounded. Contact with this long-time reader should have been made by now yet the courage to do so is far from present, the fear of radio silence turning eternal too great. All it takes is one mistake and this scared personified bunny is not willing to take the risk of making it, thus preventing it by avoiding the conversation altogether.

Avoiding eye contact with burning cheeks, focus averted to the feet stuck in simple worn grey sneakers, I try to think of the right words to push from the dry throat as teeth bite down on the bottom lip. Eventually, I find them although speech makes them grow soft with insecurity, barely audible as they come out on a stammer. ''I- It would just be a bother to them. I h- have nothing to offer.''

Two slender palms place themselves on the shoulders and give them a firm shake. ''You'll never know if you don't try, so don't say such crap. And it's clear they like you, as I said. If you don't start the chat, I will.''

#fiction #original fiction #writing #original story #OC #Male OC #Down the Rabbit Hole

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fearfulkittenwrites · 4 years ago

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Hey guys. So, I know that I haven’t been posting much lately, and I’m really sorry for that. There should be some stuff coming soon.

But, the reason behind it is an original story that I’m working on. I’m really excited and very invested in it. I’ve never felt so confident that I’ll be able to finish one of my stories before, so this is just... it’s making me drop some things to favor it.

I do have the wish to one day be able to publish a book and maybe make a living out of my writing, so if I have been taking some time off of writing fanfiction it’s because I found the energy to try to run after something that truly makes me happy. And hey, if none of that works out, I hope you guys will still be able to enjoy the fics I’ve written and the ones that are still to come regardless of whether or not I can update them consistently.

I do intend on participating in the Dick and Dami week, which is another reason that may delay fics from coming out. I can’t even actually make any promises about the week too, because even if it is something I’m passionate about (I love writing these two so much), I know that there’s a chance I might not deliver. I love fanfic and I don’t think I’ll ever fully stop writing it, but between the original story and taking some time to study tarot a little more, I end up not putting as much time on the fics as I used to.

I have some more vacation time and I hope to use it well - which means that I kind of wish that I could get the story to at least a novel’s lenght before april. Which means that it will take some time out of me. I’m positive that I can finish it before my classes start again, but that means I’ll be rather inactive on here. I’m sorry. I’m also very sorry if you have requested something, because I may fail to deliver. I hope you all can understand me. I hate feeling like I’m not delivering it, but I need to act out what I believe in, which is that fandom should be fun above all else - and right now, it’s more fun for me to spend some time with these dudes I have created than with the dudes someone else did.

I hope you can understand that. Also know that if anyone is interested in my oc’s, I’m more than willing to talk about them! I’m still me, I still love talking about things that give me joy, and now, it’s not just Dick, Dami, Tim, Duke, Cass, Bruce, Jay, Steph and all the others - although they still do bring me joy, always will - , it’s also Cade and Mark and Alex and Anna, who are all still in the process of being shaped and gosh. I’m just so excited. I hope I get to share these people and their lives with you some day.

Anyways. This might’ve been overdramatic, I realize that, but I simply am that *extra* bitch and if I didn’t say this, I’d feel bad. I had to get it out of my chest.

I love all of you so so much. You mean the world to me, truly. You’ve made me confident enough in my writing so that I no longer second guess myself or feel the need to justify why I write what I write to anyone who questions it with ill intent. You’ve made my life so much better, and my 2020 was much, much more joyful because of you.

This isn’t a goodbye, it’s just a see you soon. And trust me, that I can promise ;)

#rant #not fanfiction #about my writing #writing #kitten talks

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sinsiriuslyemo · 5 years ago

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My dearest readers,

I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything, and for that I am so so sorry. I cannot express how much I've missed you guys and I wanted to post this to explain what I've been doing all this time and also give you an update as to how things will be on this tumblr page from now on.

First of all, I'm not 100% up to date on what the tumblr situation even is with regard to our fandom community. I know a lot of people went to AO3 fulltime and I get that (I know some of you have inquired whether I will ever make the move, but I think tumblr will continue to be my fanfic home for now). But for those who are still here or maybe still have their account but aren't as active lately, I am going to continue posting/updating this blog as much as possible.

So...where have I been this whole time… well, as you guys know, I'm a stay-at-home mom, student, a content creator on youtube and I run our house (I live with two boys, so this isn’t always a breeze). I love writing as it's an escape for me and a way to deal with stress/emotions. Writing fanfic has always been and will always be a passion for me, it was the vehicle with which I was able to harness and sharpen my skills as a writer and meet so many amazing people, but I got to a point in my life where I realized that I could be writing original works as well and trying to make some cash with it. I wanted to contribute financially to my family in some way and I am now. I'm not making very much yet, but I'm looking to grow my income gradually. For the better part of a year, I have been writing original erotica that I've been publishing on Amazon under a pen name. I have one story, broken up into five parts currently live on Amazon (part 5 of which is currently being edited and will be live within the next couple of weeks) and I have a ton more (as well as an original full-length erotic novel in the works) that I plan to publish in 2020 as well.

So what does this all mean for my tumblr blog? I know that without a doubt I still want to write fanfic and not just that but I have a bunch of stories that I've already started that haven't been updated and I even have a few that I haven't posted anything about but had started to work on. Not to mention Cuba v DR! So, that means that I have to take a much more organized approach to being on tumblr and to my life in general. I will still interact with you guys and post content, but it'll be something that I block into my schedule so that I don't a) get overwhelmed and b) I can stay more consistent with posting. I know I've said this in the past and not much has changed. I'm asking for one last chance to do this right. I feel like I've let so many of you guys down by neglecting this blog (and with it your requests/messages) and I’m asking for one last chance to make it right again.

Not only do I want to schedule my time on tumblr, but also my posts. Again, this will help with consistency and time management. So below I have made a list of the content you should expect to see starting in 2020 (with the exception of Cuba v DR, that you should expect to see within the next week)! And I'll update the list as stories and imagines are posted.

Upcoming works:

Cuba v DR season 20 (episode 48 will be posted tomorrow)

Imagine request: The squad taking Barba roller skating

Imagine request: Jackson Neill fic

Imagine request: Barba and reader, fake dating

Imagine request: Barba and Minnona, fake dating

Imagine request: Bobby/Trish, dialogue prompt given

Switching Roles part 5

The Lawyer and the Piano Bar chapter 10

Half-Baked Series: The Stolen Cookie (with Jackson Neill)

I think that's a good start for now and don't worry if you don't see your request on there, I promise I do have it and I will get to it! I'm trying to go from oldest request to the most recent so that people who have been waiting the longest will see their request first! For obvious reasons, I will be closing requests at this time. Eventually, I hope they will be open again but for now, I want to be able to get through the thirty or so that I already have before I take on more.

I probably won't be able to pump out as many stories as I used to, but I think you can count on at least one per week. I'm going to try for more, but since I'm still going to be working on original works as well, I want to start low with one post per week and go from there with regard to this blog. I also eventually would like to write for other fandoms as well (two in particular), but more info on that later.

I also wanted to take this opportunity to share some exciting news about Cuba v DR! Jen and I have been kicking around the idea of editing the full Cuba v DR series to turn it into an original piece and making it available for purchase in paperback and ebook form. The original fanfic series (the one you see on our blogs) will still be here forever, but we thought it would be cool to go through, heavily edit and release the story as an original piece. Obviously to do this, quite a bit in the story would have to change, but we love this story so much and have wanted to do this for quite some time, so we're in the process of finishing the last episode of season 20 (the ending has been something we've wrestled with for quite some time) and then moving on to editing season one. With regard to this, I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can.

I also have fallen in love with two other shows that have inspired me to write, the shows being Hawaii Five-0 and The Orville. I would love to write for these two shows, but realistically and also keeping in mind that the large majority of my followers are from the Raúl Esparza/SVU fandom, I won't be beginning to write for either of these fandoms any time soon. However, I do hope to write a few within 2020 (I just don't know specifically when that will happen and I don’t want to get ahead of myself).

I also want to make it a point to read more fanfic. It seems every time I come onto my tumblr app, there are so many new writers sharing their work on here! And that is so amazing and exciting! I cannot wait to start reading you guys' work!

Whew! I think that's everything I wanted to tell you guys! If you have any questions, obviously, feel free to ask in the comments or you can always send me a DM 😊 I love you guys so, so much and I'm so excited to get back into our fandom community on tumblr!

Sinceriously,

Amanda

#Raul Esparza #svu #svu fandom #raul esparza fandom #update #fanfic

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sports-anime-and-snails · 5 years ago

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THANK YOU!!!

Ok, I have a few things to say

First of all, thank you all so much for 1,100 followers!!! I never thought that I would get so many followers from just posting screenshots of sports anime and manga. But I also want to start to post more than that on here. I have a few fanfics in progress, one of them is just a oneshot about Sawamura and his tire, so hopefully I'll post that one here soon. I also would love to interact with people more here, but I'm not quite sure how to... So I'll hopefully figure that out soon too.

Secondly, I am sorry for not posting for about a month. Honestly I've been adjusting to my classes, and at times things have been a bit hectic, so I haven't been thinking much about tumblr. From here on out I'll be posting more consistently, hopefully 1-3 times a week.

Thank You All So Much!!!

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astudyinfreewill · 5 years ago

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i was tagged by @deerlovelylily to do this like... 84 years ago aaa i’m sorry molly ilu!! thanks for the tag 💕

author name: starsandgutters (on ao3)

fandoms you write for: there’s been a few, but the only one i’m currently really active in is the raven cycle (and now the dreamer trilogy will be added to that, i suppose!); however, the fandom i have written the most (or longest) fics for remains supernatural

where you post: all my fic lives either on my ao3 or on the writing tag on my tumblr. i try to keep them both equally caught up, but sometimes with longer fic i will only post a preview on tumblr and the full text on ao3, or with short drabbles i may just keep them on my tumblr and not bother uploading them to ao3. consistency, eh? i also have a wordpress for poetry, but it doesn’t see much use.

most popular oneshot: mmm i basically only write oneshots, and i’m not sure what constitues “most popular”... if we base this on tumblr notes, my most popular fic is “ink riddles” [tumblr/ao3]; if we base it on ao3 kudos, it’s “the stars exploding (we’ll be fireproof)” [tumblr/ao3] for trc fandom, while my supernatural fic “five times castiel spoke to dean in a foreign language, and one time dean returned the favour” [tumblr/ao3] is my most kudos’d one overall.

most popular multi-chapter story: the only multi/chapter story i’ve completed was my dean/castiel big bang, “to mend the cracks with gold” [tumblr/ao3]. i’m still quite fond of it as it’s the only novel-length thing i’ve written :’)

favourite story you wrote: mmh it IS probably going to be the abovementioned “the stars exploding (we’ll be fireproof)”, just because it includes some of my favourite things, aka: toga parties! comparing your loved ones to gods and mythological creatures! tad carruthers’ unrequited crush on adam! ronan loving horrifying baby animals! flirting on a balcony while yearning! me coming up with pre-trk theories and being clowned when maggie josses them!

story you were nervous to post: oh, definitely my latest one, “with quiet words i’ll lead you in” [tumblr/ao3]. i mean i’m always kinda nervous when i post something but with this one i knew it mattered, because it was one discussing ronan’s sexual assault and i wanted to handle it sensitively and respectfully, while still keeping it realistic for the characters’ personalities. i wrote it for myself first and foremost, but i hoped it would be helpful, rather than upsetting, for people who have gone through assault.

how do you pick your titles: i’m going to be real honest -- unless i start from a specific titular concept (e.g. my supernatural big bang was always going to go with kintsugi/kintsukuroi), or sudden inspiration stirkes, it IS going to be a song lyric. i’m just a lyric hoe like that (and i’m bad at coming up with titles).

do you outline: i usually write myself notes in the doc itself, such as [then this happens] or [fill this part in with character X freaking out], so i can go back to them as inspiration comes and goes, but as i mostly write oneshots i don’t usually need elaborate outlines.

how many of your stories are complete: as i mostly write oneshots... basically all of them except for 3 attempts at multi/chapter fic (as i said before... my only completed multichapter was the deancas big bang, so i should probably stick to shorter pieces. :’) there’s one in glee fandom, “running the banner down”, which i can confidently say will never be finished for several reasons; one in supernatural fandom, “red sun rising”, which... i still love the concept for, but it was based on demon!dean and that lasted about 3 episodes on supernatural, so no point finishing that unless i go full canon divergence; and a trc au called “sound the alarm”, which... i actually may finish someday. all of these can be found on my ao3, but obviously, they’re extremely incomplete.

in-progress: i suppose the only one that counts as “in progress” is “sound the alarm”, but it’s more in arrested development than actual progress (heh). i have 2 or 3 ideas for oneshots that i want to write, but i haven’t started writing them yet, so again, they’re not really in progress.

coming soon: as i mentioned before, there are a few things i want to write -- the missing scene from the first time ronan visited adam in college, a flashback fic of persephone teaching adam, and a fic exploring blue/adam going from dating to friendship. i also have some very nebulous cdth-related ideas (which i won’t mention because, well, spoilers). plus, i still owe @deerlovelylily dreamspace date fic! SOMEDAY molly, i swear D:

do you accept prompts: i do!! as long as there is the understanding that sending a prompt does not guarantee me writing the fic (because time, energy, mindspace, inspiration...)

upcoming story you’re most excited about: all of them are in way too early stages for me to significantly get excited, but... probably the missing scene fic and the cdth-related ideas? i’m just in a very dreamer trilogy adjacent mood lately, for obvious reasons, lol.

tag five fanfic authors to answer these questions: ahhh i suspect most of my writer friends have already done this but... just in case @harvardparrish @ravenqueen89 @silkspectred @mishcollin @bleachersmp3 ?? if you’ve already done it (or even if you haven’t) there is no obligation! conversely, @ anyone who would like to do this, pls feel free, and tag me so i can read!! 💖

#thanks again mollybean!#fic #my writing #writer asks #i guess?#not sure how to tag this altogether #ambrablog #about me

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mwagneto · 5 years ago

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1, 30 & 36

1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

oh god you're braver than any us marine ok so instead of what everyone expects I'll do a detour and start with the honourable mention that is rdj sherlock, i was super depressed (and I mean like. incredibly so) after sherlock s4 because it just sucked so bad, like i was deadass in ruins and i was trying to find ANYTHING to take my mind off it and by the end of February I watched and read pretty much all Sherlock media there is except for rdj because for some reason I thought it was bad?? but then I noticed the first movie was downloaded on my laptop so I went ok fuck it and watched it on the 26th of February and HOLY SHIT I fell in love with RDJude's dynamic literally immediately their chemistry was so fucking good and the plot and the script and the setting and the music and- point is I fucking loved it so I watched the second movie on the same day and Mother of FUCK it was somehow even better and gayer and sweet Jesus I've been obsessed with them since

NOW onto the real deal, light of my life and my reason for living....Rocketman

Jesus Christ I don't think I've ever been this hyped for a movie in my life

I saw the first trailer on November 11th but I wasn't into it at all mainly because I saw it in theaters and they played the censored version and made it look like some het movie about an imaginary person

But then I saw it trending when the second trailer came out and I scrolled through the trending tag and watched the trailer and boy I was HOOKED

And holy fuck the wait was Agonising especially since the fandom on here consisted of like. Me and 3 or 4 other people and then some ppl who didn't post but reblogged stuff - point is the fandom just. Didn't Exist

By the time carpool came out there were a bit more but still basically nothing, hell in my desperation I even looked at stan tw*tter a few times but I regretted it each time and thankfully I don't remember anything specific

But anywayS so the movie is supposed to come out on the 31st of May but for some reason they release it on the 18th in the UK and then turns out it won't come out until the 5th of June here???

I was so fucking mad my friend and I literally almost went to Wien to watch it

Worst of all, the big cinema chain that's in my city didn't even put the tickets out

And when they did they only put them out for Thursday and only the dubbed version

Which, ew, but I was like I don't care I'll take what I can get

But THEN I went into the city one Saturday and I was just riding the tram listening to the soundtrack when in passing I saw a theater that had a big ass Rocketman sign on the front

It was literally like a 0.1 second glimpse because the tram was going fast but I immediately went rabid and found it online and turns out not only were they showing Rocketman on the 5th of June, they also have the original English version

So I booked two tickets immediately and waited because I still wasn't sure the usual cinema wouldn't put their tickets out

So I stayed up every night until midnight to see if there were tickets but No

Finally they put them out on Tuesday midnight so a day before it's supposed to be released but only for Thursday so I was like ok fuck you I'm going to the other one

Oh yeah by this point I've been logged off Tumblr for weeks because i didn't want spoilers so I didn't have Any Rocketman content at all, I didn't even dare to look at YouTube videos or anything because I was scared the recommended section would spoil me

So yeah I was absolutely content deprived

Fucking FINALLY the 5th of June rolls around and we get to the theater and wait for it to start and jesus fukingn

I'm gonna be honest I literally don't even remember much because I was so high on "oh my fucking god I'm finally watching it" but holy SHIT IT WAS JUST. SO GOOD.

I do remember a few things

I know I screamed out loud when Richard first appeared during crocodile rock (even tho I knew he was gonna be there at some point but it was still so sudden I fuckin lost it)

Also I held my friend's hands during tiny dancer like my life depended on it skdnd

And I've told this story a million times but tmttp shocked the soul out of me coz I knew what it meant scene wise and I didn't think they'd play it so fuckign early skmfsk I had like a full body convulsion and drew my hands back and my calf muscle cramped so hard it hurt for a whole week afterwards

anyway I didn't cry

somehow

I thought I'd be sobbing like mad but I didn't and I still haven't

Idk for some reason I just can't cry over this even tho I SHOULD and I want to

my friend did sjsnfjd

we were fucking. spent dude I don't think I stopped smiling until I fell asleep

Anyway after she somewhat finished crying and we exchanged a few words we somehow got up from our seats and left

She had to print a few things so we walked to a photocopier and talked about the movie but it wasn't anything more coherent than just verbal keysmashes

Literally it was so smfjsjjdsjdn i felt high

I was so fucking HAPPY bro it was so fucking good and everything I expected and way more like we were over the fucking moon

I brought food coz I like to eat during movies but I didn't even dare to look away from the screen during this one

While she got her printing sorted I logged back into Tumblr and checked the tags (they were still disappointingly empty😔)

We then went to a park near the tram and ate the food I brought and talked abt the movie till it got dark at which point we headed for the train and talked there some more before she had to get off at her stop

I spent the rest of the ride smiling like an idiot listening to the soundtrack and texting her & other people

I went for a bit of a walk on the mountain I live on to clear my head but I was literally so happy and giddy I couldn't stop smiling hhh I'm losing it just thinking about all the stuff I felt

By that point I was super low and empty coz of school stuff and irl stuff so to feel so many emotions after months of feeling absolutely nothing was a LOT

Anyway I got home by...idk, late, and blasted the soundtrack on full volume for a while before booking her and myself tickets for Thursday so we could watch it again

And we did

And it was just as amazing as the first time

And then on impulse I watched it again on Friday

And then I went to watch it again on Saturday and as soon as it ended I ran to a nearby theater and watched it again immediately

Then again on Wednesday

After watching it on the 5th I lost my appetite both for food and for water, and also my need for sleep, so until I gained it back after watching it next Wednesday I basically didn't eat, drink or sleep for an entire week but it didn't take a toll on me, somehow

The Rocketman power

Anyway we watched it again on Saturday and Sunday (the girl I mentioned came with me both times then and on Saturday so did another girl)

And then I had exams, a class trip and a family vacation so I couldn't watch it for an agonizing two weeks

but then finally watched it again on the 3rd of July with another friend (a 3rd one)

And then on the 6th of July with the original girl

And then on the 7th and the 9th at home alone and them on the 12th with yet another friend (4th one)

Then I went to watch it in theaters alone again on the 18th

And then one more time with the first girl on the 24th

Then on the 3rd of August alone

And then the first girl came over on the 9th of August and we watched the deleted scenes and the extras and then the extended movie

Then I was once again busy so I couldn't watch it until the 25th

And I took my laptop to the hotel I'm staying at for two weeks rn so I watched it here on the 30th

And now here we are

Jesus fucking Christ I'm so sorry for making you read all this

This took me like an hour to type

Anyway! Peace and thanks for asking skdmsmcmsmmd

30: Talk about what turns you off.

I don't have any turnons or turnoffs tbh skdndn I'm. not about that sorta stuff

36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.

sometimes I hateread awful old fanfics on Wattpad because they make me wanna die but like in a good way

#rocketman #i got mail!

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catsundercherryblossoms · 6 years ago

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|Chapter 6: Awakening| Her Forgotten Past //AOT fanfic//

~A/N~ Enjoy this long chappy :)

All I could do was watch.

A tidal wave of hot steam billowed over the wall. The winds were so strong it swept me clean off my feet and suddenly I was weightless. I hurled through the steam, crashing into several people, and the whole time I was crying out, my skin boiling in the torrid heat.

Then I began to descend. The steam had pushed me off the edge and I was left to fall to my death. Shock stopped my mind from piecing together a means to survive this. I was completely blank. And the ground only got closer and closer.

"... Johanna!"

Then the muscle memory kicked in. I activated the ODM gear at my hips and fired both anchors. They pierced the cement wall and my descent came to an abrupt halt, supported by the wires. Everyone else had done the same.

Except one person.

A blur— a body— fell past me. I looked below at the receding figure and gasped.

"Samuel is still falling!" Someone yelled.

A few feet away, Sasha took action. She retracted her anchors and scaled the side of the wall, running at insane speeds towards Samuel. We all watched as she reached a fairly close distance and shot one anchor at the wall above her, keeping her from falling as well, and shot the other anchor straight into Samuel's calf. There was a sickening crack, but he was hooked securely enough that he no longer fell.

"Don't move!" Sasha screamed at him. There was no telltale sign that he heard her. He seemed to be unconscious.

I hung there as the shock subsided.

"No..." someone gasped besides me. I didn't need to look to know it was Eren. I had been vaguely aware that he was there, but in all the chaos, my brain was having trouble processing things.

He stared straight below us. I followed his gaze down. Whatever shred of hope left inside me vanished the moment I saw it.

The wall was breached. A gaping hole had been kicked in by the Colossal Titan, exposing all of humanity to what was sure to be pandemonium. Fear seeped out of every pore in my body. I felt like throwing up right then and there.

"They're gonna get in..." Connie's voice echoed as he too saw the damage. He repeated it until he was full out hysterical. "They're gonna in! THEY'RE GONNA GET IN!"

Oh my god. This was really happening.

"THIS IS IT, PEOPLE! DO OR DIE!" Eren shouted. He drew out his blades and I watched in disbelief as he swung around the side of the wall, using his gas to propel him upwards. "TAKE OUT THE COLOSSAL TITAN! THIS IS OUR CHANCE! DON'T LET HIM SLIP AWAY!"

Before we could stop him he was gone. He's out of his mind, I thought in horror, he is really, truly out of his damn mind!

None of us moved from our spots. At least this meant I wasn't the only person scared shitless. But dear god, how could this be? So soon? Was it really our time to go? We're still so young...

Maybe humanity is weak. Maybe there's really nothing we can do to help our cause.

My eyes narrowed. No. The strength returned to my legs and I took one step upwards. It wasn't much, but it was progress.

I graduated second place in the top ten..., I thought over and over like a mantra. The rational part of my brain sent me warning signals, telling me that if I did this I would surely die, but I kept going. The least I can do is stop playing statue, and move...

"I'm going up there!" I said, and launched off using my gear. "Me too!" Connie said, and we landed atop the wall, greeted by slowly dispersing steam. It wasn't long before Thomas joined us too.

The three of us waved away the steam, trying to see past it. It was suspiciously quiet. Was Eren okay? Was he even alive? The air finally cleared to reveal...

Nothing. I gaped. How is it possible for such an enormous Titan to simply disappear? We checked left and right, but still nothing. It was gone without a trace, having finished its job.

A hand appeared on the edge of the wall, feeling around for a grip. Eren. I rushed forwards and took his hand, pulling him up. We bumped into each other, my face planting on his chest.

"Sorry." We both said, flustered.

I looked at him. He didn't seem to be injured. And judging by the look on his face, he was just as— if not more— confused as us.

"What happened? Where'd he go?" Thomas asked.

"I don't know!" Eren said, troubled. "I had him. I was so close and then he released some more steam. It immobilized me for a couple minutes, and when I opened my eyes, he wasn't there anymore! It was just like five years ago. Here one moment, and gone the next." He lowered his head, his lips forming a thin line. "I'm sorry, guys."

"Don't apologize. We were too scared to move. If anything... your actions were admirable." I said sincerely. Truth be told, I was bitterly ashamed at my poor behavior. Everything I had learned these past three years seemed to fly out the window in the face of danger. And this was only the beginning.

"Wallow on your own time!" Connie said in a panic. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a breach we've gotta take care of! If the titans start pouring in, it'll be the end of us."

"Look alive!" Someone shouted. We turned to see a Garrison soldier land on the wall. We got in line and saluted. "Operation Colossal Titan Response is in effect! I expect you all to take part. Report to HQ!" He ordered.

"Yes, sir!" We replied. Our voices sounded stronger than how we truly felt. "We pray the advance team is victorious!"

HQ was nothing short of a mess. People scurried around the building, trying to find their loved ones. Desperate crowds formed by the gas supply, everyone eager to fill their tanks so as to not run short mid-battle. The last thing you want is to be flying and then suddenly run out of gas. It's a sure way to find yourself dropping inside a Titans mouth. I filled my tanks and got out as quick as possible, going to the courtyard. Several people were out here too, some of them cadets and some of them Garrison soldiers. A Garrison official rounded us up for a meeting. Soon enough we were all in rows doing our salute, listening to his pep talk which consisted of distressed shouting and very little pep.

I searched the faces around me, trying to find Annie. I hadn't seen her since before the Colossal Titan showed up, and I was starting to worry.

"I expect you all to hold your posts now that the Advance Team has been wiped out! That's right! The outer gate is history! The titans are in!" The Garrison official, Captain Woerman, shouted. There were gasps and a few moans of hopelessness at these news. I felt myself spiral deeper into despair. The advance team... a large chunk of the most trained Garrisons, and they were all killed in less than thirty minutes.

The possibility that I would get to see the sunrise tomorrow was shrinking.

I'm not afraid to die, necessarily. But dying a quick, painless death is completely different than being eaten alive. I think it's the gore that frightened all of us the most.

Captain Woerman's voice cracked as he continued, "The Armored Titan is likely to reappear! If and when he does, the inner gate will also be history! Your mission is a very simple one: defend the wall until the evacuation of the citizens is done! Now, be aware all of you, that desertion is punishable by execution! If it comes to it, lay down your lives! DISMISSED!"

"Sir!" We shouted back.

Yeah. That pep talk did no one good. If anything, people looked even more terrified. I remembered the Colossal Titan, and how I'd paralyzed upon seeing it, and then pictured a whole mass of normal titans, all varying in sizes and all of their mouths foaming hungrily, waiting to fit me inside—

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Annie standing there, her expression calm.

"There you are!" I said, not bothering to mask my anxiety. "Where's Reiner and Bertholdt? Where the hell were you?"

"I was getting gas." Annie said without answering my previous question. "How're you holding up? You look pale."

"Annie, I'm not sure I can do this. It was different back in training— those dummies they had us kill are nothing compared to these monsters!" My heart sunk. "What if I can't do it? Everyone congratulated me yesterday, saying 'Oh, you're one of the bests we've got!'. But what if I'm not? I'll probably die the minute I get out there and—"

My head snapped to the side like I had gotten whiplash. It happened so quick— I barely saw it coming. Bewildered, I touched the stinging spot on my cheek.

Annie had slapped me.

"Annie, why—"

"Listen to me," she put both hands on my shoulders, gripping me firmly. "You can do this. Jo, I have watched you since day one and I knew right away that you have a unique quality others lack. Self-reliance. You depend on yourself to get what you want. You have the power to crush your weaknesses. When you're in danger, you become your own savior. That kind of mindset is what's going to keep you alive. So do all of us a favor, and hold onto it."

I was at a loss for words. In the three years that I've known Annie, I don't think she's ever spoken such amiable yet honest words before. She's never the type to uplift and sympathize with people when they're upset— she's not Krista, always going out of her way to help people. No. Usually Annie will spit out a cryptic sentence and then walk off, leaving people guessing. I always respected that. But her breaking her habits to support me like this... I appreciated it a lot.

"You're right." I said soberly. I felt I had been lost in a dark cave, panicking and with no sense of direction, but now I was seeing the light. "I'm sorry, Annie... I don't know what got into me. Thank you."

"Anytime. It's what friends do, right?" She smiled. It was a rare sight on her, but it looked nice. Like it should be there more often.

We hugged briefly and I wished her luck in battle. I turned and almost stepped into a puddle of vomit. I clicked my tongue in disgust as the cadet, Daz, continued hurling on the stone floor. Trying to get the image of sick out of my mind, I sidestepped him and continued walking.

"Everyone! Go to your assigned squads now!" A Garrison soldier barked at us. "This is the time to fight! Go!"

No, I thought and scanned the area as people started running back and forth, trying to gather their squad members. There's still someone I wanted to talk to. And I wouldn't go anywhere until I did.

"Jo!"

I spotted Jean. Relief poured over me and I ran to him, dodging people along the way. The second we were within reach we hugged. It was unlike any hug we shared before. Jean— the boy who offered me part of his lunch and a place to sleep when I was just six years old, the boy who showed me kindness when the whole world had treated me cruelly, the boy who I've grown up with and tolerated despite his cavalier antics... In this moment, embracing each other like it would be our last chance, I realized just how much he meant to me.

I realized that even though I had no family, he was the closest thing to family this life would ever gift me. And today... I might lose him.

If something were to happen to him, I don't know how I would take it.

"Please be safe." I told him. He nodded vigorously against my shoulder.

"Archer!"

We parted, quickly jumping into our salutes. "Yes, sir?" I asked the Garrison soldier.

His weary eyes looked me up and down, unimpressed. "We need you at the rear guard. You've been assigned to our team on special orders."

I didn't know if I should be honored or scared out of my wits. "But sir, there must be some kind of mistake. I'm a cadet, I—"

"I'm not asking you for a self-evaluation! And the Garrison doesn't make mistakes. The mass exodus is falling apart. We need as many elite soldiers as possible to get things back on track. Now get moving!" He said tersely. He turned and walked off without waiting for a second response.

"Do good out there. And promise me you’ll come back in one piece." Jean said, frowning.

Promises have never been my thing. I've never understood the reason behind them. The future is never certain. Why promise someone an outcome you can't guarantee? Well, I think I understand now. Sometimes... it's better to smile and pretend to have total control of the events in your life. All it takes is two empty words:

"I promise."

I managed to catch up to the Garrison soldier. Although there was hardly time for proper introductions, he squeezed his name in during the brief journey to our posts, which was a small distance away from the inner gate where civilians were currently evacuating. His name was Ian, and he apparently would be my leader for the day. The rear guard consisted of five people, but a single look at their stony faces was all it took to know that these were the best of the best— humanity's shoulder to lean on. I couldn't help but question... am I up to par? Will I match up to their skills?

I saw a head of shiny, black hair and the deep red of a scarf, and instantly felt more at ease. "Mikasa!" I called out to her.

She was on the roof across the alleyway from me. She turned and her eyes gleamed when she saw me. "Jo, what a relief. Nice to see I'm not the only cadet here."

"The feeling is mutual." I said with a half-smile.

The next half hour was painstakingly slow. We never let our guard down, always keeping an eye out for Titans, but it seemed the middle guard was doing an adequate job at holding them back. I tried to imagine what would happen not if, but when a Titan showed up. I couldn't lie to myself any longer. It was bound to happen, and I needed to be ready. If I froze up again... I would never forgive myself.

A rumble could be heard two streets away. We all turned and— to our shared horror— saw a group of five titans. Four of them ambled at an even pace, ranging ten to thirteen meters tall, lanky and with disproportionate limbs. I gulped at the sight, but it was the fifth one that really concerned me. It was clearly an abnormal. I remember learning about them in class at the training camp. They usually displayed erratic behavior and this one certainly had no problem showing it. The ugly beast tore down the street as though he were in some kind of marathon, flailing its arms absurdly, slapping buildings along the way.

Damn it, how could the middle guard let this happen? One is understandable, but five? I thought, gritting my teeth. Something must've gone wrong...

"What are we waiting for?" Ian yelled. "Get them!"

Before I knew it, everyone around me was diving off the roof and advancing towards the titans, flying through the air like hawks ready to catch their prey. But I didn't move an inch. Not yet.

Sweat clammed my hands, and it was hard to get a firm grip on my blades. The image of the colossal titan flashed in my mind. Not again... not again...

"Jo! Jo, you have to fight!"

I blinked. Something deep within me snapped upon hearing Mikasa's voice. I looked up and saw the team working together, jumping off buildings to avoid the titans' hits.

You have the power to crush your weaknesses...

You become your own savior...

What is this feeling? No, not feeling... power. My whole body felt charged with a newfound energy. I was suddenly aware of my pulse as it hammered in my ears with the force of a thousand drums. The sweat on my hands dried, and electricity prickled my fingertips as my grip tightened on the blades. Every fiber of my being felt alive... activated...

Awakened.

I knew exactly what I had to do.

I took off the roof with such force that my foot broke the tile. Wind whistled and pressed on me from all sides as I flew towards my squad at breakneck speed. Close... so close...

A girl with chestnut hair was busy trying to target the nape of a titan's neck. She was doing good— dodging cleverly as it thrashed around— but then the worst happened. A titan another soldier had failed to kill snatched her from behind. She was caught in its fist as the Titan slowly raised her up, admiring its new toy. The girl wailed in terror.

"Lise!" Ian screamed.

Not on my watch. I raised my blades and let out a war cry, spinning as I brought them down for the kill.

I don't remember the details exactly. It was over and done with in the fraction of a second. Next thing I know I'm on the ground, my legs sturdy and surprisingly not shaking. When I turned around I was met with a titan carcass— the Titan that I had just slaughtered. I took a look at its nape. A perfect crescent had been carved out of the flesh.

Wait... I did that?

I held up a blood-soaked blade in admiration. What else was I capable of?

"Lise! Are you okay?" Ian approached her as she crawled out of the Titan's limp hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said with a hint of shame in her eyes. "I'm so—" she let out a gasp that caught all of our attentions. She pointed a finger at something over the buildings. "The abnormal!"

The Titan was visible over the rooftops as it raced down the street, heading in the direction of the gate.

The gate where the citizens were.

"Shit! I thought someone took care of it!" Ian screamed.

"Mikasa, let's go!" I shouted and launched into the air. I didn't need to check to know she was close behind me. We set foot on the roof of a bakery and then dove into the street where the Titan rampaged. We tailed after it, pushing our gas to go faster and faster. In the distance I could see the crowd of people by the gate. Screams erupted once they lay eyes on the Titan.

We finally reached a fair proximity.

"Mikasa! Now!" I yelled.

We both zoomed towards its neck and sunk our blades simultaneously. I carved over while she carved under, creating a precise crescent. The slab of flesh popped out and the Titan fell forwards. Mikasa and I planted ourselves on its back, maintaining our balance as we rode it all the way down. The people pressed back against the wall to avoid being crushed until finally, the titan fell to the ground like dead weight.

We stood on its carcass, catching our breath. I looked at Mikasa and she gave me a smile as if to say 'nice work'.

When I looked ahead again, however, my brows furrowed. "Wait..." I said to myself softly, confused.

I hadn't realized it before, but there was a reason why the citizens crowded around the wall instead of fleeing into Wall Rose. A huge wagon blocked the gate. Two merchant men tried pushing it through, despite the fact that it was obviously too wide to fit. A fat middle-aged man, who I could only assume was their boss, barked at them to try harder. The citizens, stuck in a place between relief at being saved and frustration because they could not evacuate, watched the merchants wearily.

"What's going on here?" Mikasa asked demandingly.

The fat merchant turned to us. His face creased angrily. "You couldn't come at a better time! Force these morons to push my wagon." He gestured to the people. "I'll pay you handsomely!"

I hoped to Sina he wasn't being serious. What kind of entitled asshole...

"Are you kidding me?" Mikasa said to him. "We're laying down our lives out there! All so you guys can escape, and it's taking too long because of this?"

"So?" The fat merchant spat. "That's their job! You expect me to shed a tear because you guys are doing what you signed up for? You're supposed to lay down your lives! Don't get all sensitive on me because you're finally completing your duties after all these years!"

Enough. I hopped off the carcass and Mikasa followed suit. Incense burned in my heart. The crowd cleared a way for us to pass, and we approached the merchants intimidatingly.

"Well sir," I said bitingly, "if you think people dying for other people is a given, then I'm sure you'll understand that sacrificing one life can save the many lives of others.”

He wasn't fazed. Yet. "Go ahead! Try it! Your commander and I are old friends! One word from me and he'll be all over your sorry ass. You two—" he snapped at his two employees. "Do something!" He ordered.

Unsure but too scared to disobey, the employees approached Mikasa and I. They cracked their knuckles.

I scoffed. "Is that supposed to be scary? Don't make me laugh..."

The employees ran at us. I ducked between them and clobbered the back of their heads using the handles of my blades, taking them out easily. They fell like bowling pins.

Mikasa proceeded towards the fat merchant, who now quaked in his boots. She faced him with a steely glare and raised a blade threateningly. "About that word to our commander... how will you speak from beneath the grave?" She said, her voice dangerously low.

"Wait!" He said just as she brought her blade down. It stopped at his neck and he cowered under it. He looked urgently at his employees, who were struggling to get up. "You two... pull the damn wagon out."

In a manner of minutes the gate was cleared and citizens streamed through, crossing into Wall Rose safely with their families. Mikasa watched contentedly while I disposed of my dull blades, switching them out for sharper ones.

"Both of you were amazing!" A high-pitched voice said.

We turned to see a little girl and her mother not far from where we stood. The mother smiled wanly, holding her child close while the girl's eyes sparkled with admiration

"You saved our lives. All of us are in your debt." The mother said and bowed her head.

I was surprised and flattered by her gratitude. Mikasa and I saluted. Soon they turned and walked out the gate, the little girl recounting avidly how we had killed the Titan as she skipped alongside her mother. A warm feeling blossomed in my chest. Protecting them made me feel like I had a purpose.

"We'd better head back." I said, ready to get back to business. "Ian will probably want—" I saw the frown on Mikasa's face and immediately stopped. "What is it?"

"Those five titans... how could they get past the middle guard? For that kind of number to slip past them..." She trailed off.

She didn't have to say any more. I had already caught on. "You're worried about Eren, aren't you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. I sighed doubtfully and stared at the city around me. Gray clouds hung low, darkening the atmosphere. It was going to rain soon.

I got an idea. It was risky, but... I could do it.

"I'll go and check on him for you." I offered.

Mikasa stared at me, her gray eyes which so exactly matched the weather wide and trusting. "You'd do that?"

"I don't see why not. It gives me a chance to check up on my friends too." I said with a shrug. My hand rested on the anchor triggers.

"Thank you." She said, and taking me by surprise, pulled me into a hug. I hugged back sympathetically nevertheless. "I'll handle Ian and make up an excuse for your absence."

"Thanks. I'll be back in ten minutes, tops." I said with one last squeeze and then turned away. Building a running start, I ejected my anchors and took off.

The scenery darkened and turned more grim the closer I got to the middle guard. The cobblestone streets were littered with gore. Puddles of blood mingled with the now pouring rain and pieces of military uniform from fallen soldiers floated down the banks. But it wasn't only uniform that was left behind... mangled bits of bodies and even entire limbs were the result of the Titans feasting to their hearts content. I tried not to picture any of that gore belonging to someone I knew and instead used all the tragedy around me to fuel my rage, slaying whatever Titan I encountered along the way.

A scream. It traveled through the wind and reached me. I turned, wet hair whipping with my every movement as I blasted off in the direction of the terrified source. Rain drops pelleted my face, but I payed no mind to it. I started to see two shapes in the distance: a titan, and a person in its hold. The beast held the person like a puppy by the scruff, dangling them over its ajar mouth.

He had wheat-gold hair.

"Armin!" I screamed.

Maybe it was fate. Bad luck, some would say. But no matter what, I will still blame myself. It was my thoughtless mistake. This whole time, I had been using too much gas. My engine sputtered just as I got within five feet of Armin and the Titan. I fell with a crash onto the roof right next to them. Scraped and torn, I got up anyways.

What I do, what do I do, what do I do...., I panicked. I had no gas. How would I get to the titan's neck to kill it?

The Titan dangled Armin lower into its mouth. My brain screeched to a halt, No time to think. My instinct reacted before I could give the 'okay'.

I ran headfirst at the Titan, leaped, and clung onto its facial hair. The tufts of his beard allowed me to pull myself up. Just as I reached his tilted chin, I heard a horrible scream. The Titan had dropped Armin. I hurried and jumped into its mouth, wedged between its teeth with one arm holding the roof of its mouth up and the other hand reaching inside blindly, desperate... hoping...

A hand grabbed mine. Armin's hand.

I did not feel relief yet. My fear only intensified as I tried to pull him up with one arm, while at the same time fighting to keep the Titan's mouth open.

Armin's face was stricken beyond shock. Tears flowed down his grimy face. "Jo!" was all he could get out.

My whole body trembled as I used all my strength to pull him up, up, up until finally, with one last powerful tug I chucked him out. He screamed as he landed on the roof behind me. He was out. He was saved. He was safe.

But I was not.

My knee slipped on the Titan's slimy tongue and I lost all balance. A nightmarish scream rippled throughout the cavern of its mouth as I slipped down. It might've been mine, it might've been Armin's. It might've been both of us.

Then, an iron-grip clasped around my forearm. I hung midway down the Titan's throat, and looked up to see a pair of fiery green eyes staring back at me.

"EREN!" I shrieked. I couldn't tell if my eyes were burning because of the awful stench or the prospect of oncoming tears. Delirium was getting the best of me.

"Hold on to my leg!" He yelled.

That's when I saw it: the grotesque remainder of his left leg. The rest below his knee had been bitten clean off. I tried not to look at it too much and carefully grabbed ahold of his right leg instead. He slipped a little and I screamed.

"Armin..." He croaked, looking outside the Titan's mouth, doing the same as I had done. He struggled to keep the mouth open with one hand, pushing up as much as he could, and extended his other arm towards Armin. The gap between him and his friend was so large... but if he could just reach a little more...

"NO! EREN!"

Armin's wail was the last thing I heard before the mouth snapped shut, and we were swallowed whole.

End of Chapter 6

#Eren Jaeger #eren yeager #eren x oc #levi ackerman #jean kirstein #survey corps #scout regiment #military police #Annie Leonhardt #levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #fanfic #corporal

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quillandink333 · 6 years ago

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Announcement

I recently posted a BTS Suga x reader fanfic. (If you haven’t read it yet and want to, here it is.) I’ve been writing fanfics for a long time now, but this was the first fanfic I’ve ever posted online. The main reason I haven’t posted is because I hardly ever finish anything (and don’t lie, I know plenty of other people deal with this problem). I want to start putting more of my work out there so I’m motivated to finish. However, I won’t be updating consistently, so don’t be waiting expectantly for something to be posted. (I won’t be taking requests. Sorry.) So just enjoy it when it happens. Anyway, if you’re reading this, I hope you enjoyed my last fic, and there may or may not be another one coming out soon. Take care!

Edit: Here’s a link to my new blog where I’ll be posting my fics from now on.

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icameheretowinry · 6 years ago

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8, 26, and 37 for the fanfic asks!

Sorry this took me so long to answer Dannielle! Thanks a ton for the ask! ^^

8. what time are you most productive?

Is having a consistent writing schedule actually a thing??? If so, I definitely don’t have one. I know it’s best to sit down at a certain time every day and try to write for like fifteen minutes or so, but when I don’t feel the urge to write, that task just seems incredibly monumental to me. It’s a super bad habit I’ve been trying to break for a long time.... ;;;; That being said, when I’m productive, it always seems to be in the early evening, say between 6 and 9. When I was still in school, that’s when I got a majority of my homework done, so that time frame actually makes a lot of sense.

26. story you’re most proud of

Since most of y’all are mainly familiar with my fanfiction, I’ll think I’ll just pick from that pool of writing. I think I’m most proud, so far, of a fanfic I kind of abandoned last year after one chapter called The Final Note. I have the entire thing planned out, but I just haven’t gotten around to finishing it. I was having a great writing day when I wrote the first chapter, and planning to finish it up soon. It’s going to feature all the things I adore: Maes’ friendship with Riza and Roy, office shenanigans, Elicia being adorable, and lots of royai. I’m excited to get my rear in gear and get it done!

37. canon or AU?

Definitely canon for me. AU’s can be super fun (and I do reblog art or fics of them when they come along in my feed), but if canon is really, really excellent (such as the fma universe), I feel more comfortable sticking to canon than trying to shove the characters into a world that isn’t their own. This is not to say that I haven’t in the past, or dislike it when other’s do, I just mean this in the context of my own writing. There’s so many gaps in many canon universes that it’s easy to stay within the lines, per se, but still use whatever colors you want to fill in the bigger picture. Pre- and post-canon fanfictions are my favorite to write, because while the characters stays in their own world, there’s still a ton of creative liberties you can take when writing beyond the horizons of the original story.

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fallinglntokillugon · 7 years ago

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Diving Through Hoops with You: Part 1

A Fluffy KilluGon Fanfic by Falling lnto Pieces

Synopsis: Gon and Killua meet up in Atelsea City for a week to spend together. Part 1: Gon won’t focus on Killua trying to show off on their date at the gym. Then Gon gets a phone call and he says he has to go somewhere by himself?

Characters: Gon and Killua, Alluka mentioned

Pairing: KilluaXGon, KilluGon

Genre/Mood: Boys Love, Cute, Tone Shifts

Rating: T

So this was supposed to be a fully finished KilluGon Day 2018 fic for January 7th, but it didn’t happen on time. I drew a picture that day and posted it on @fallinglntopieces instead (but spoilers, so don’t look at it...). I still dedicate this fic to @dziwna-violet-aya because having these two get married (with Killua on top) will always be the true dream. Please enjoy Part 1 and comment if you want more cute or maybe something more sensual - I haven’t decided.

He wasn’t focused, at least not on the training they were doing. As soon as the duo started going around the gym together, Killua could tell that Gon was not giving his all. Instead of completing their old workout routine, the black-haired boy was intent on checking the beetle-shaped cell phone every chance he thought he had. His restless fidgeting was cute to Killua, especially since Gon thought he was hiding his actions well.

The pair hadn’t seen each other in person for months. Killua was, of course, traveling the globe with Alluka, while Gon had been stuck doing mountains of schoolwork. On Christmas day, Killua had gotten an excited call at two o’clock in the morning. Mito-san says I can leave the island for a week so I can see you!, the older boy had nearly screamed into the phone. The ex-assassin was glad that no one was able to see him blush with happiness at the news. After telling the idiot to be quieter so Alluka could sleep in peace, the two planned out their meeting in Atelsea City, which had started two days ago on January 5th.

This morning, Killua had suggested the idea of training together at a gym. Since they used to do it often back in the day, he said he thought it might be fun. The truth actually was that he wanted to show off the strength he had acquired while training alone. But, the younger boy didn’t want to display his new skills in their shared hotel room - it would make it too obvious that he wanted to be praised by his biggest fan.

Gon readily agreed to the activity with a beaming smile, mentioning that he had been unable to remember the routine without his best friend. They packed their bags and headed out to the closest local pay-per-use gym. But, while they were walking along, Gon’s mind had already started to depart from the tasks he was going to perform. Killua could tell that his partner was probably not going to put in 100% of his effort, but, man, he was unprepared for what actually was to come.

After changing into training outfits consisting of the usual shorts and tank tops, the boys got to work at about nine o’clock. Starting with their warm-up exercises, Gon did seven sets instead of ten before pulling out his phone. The white-haired boy called him out on it and got the excuse of, “You know I’m bad at math. I’ll do my other four sets in a moment.” During bench pressing, Killua decided to show off his improved upper-body strength by adding more weights than Gon had. The older boy was supposed to be spotting his best friend, but when a ding came from his phone, he quickly let go of the metal bar to check the new message. Killua got the wind knocked out of him as he struggled against gravity to remove the bar from his chest without help.

At the lat pulldown, the boys were each at a machine, side by side. Seeing a chance for revenge, Killua changed Gon’s pin setting to the heaviest weight, only to watch as the older boy mindlessly pulled until the mechanism fell forward to crush him. Killua elbowed his partner out of harm’s way and took the blow of the heavy machine for himself. While scrambling to right the wrong he had caused, the brown eyes were back at the phone screen.

While Gon used the leg press, Killua was refilling his water bottle to hold against his bruising right shoulder. As he capped the bottle, he heard Gon’s phone ring for half a second before a loud crash of breaking machinery. Spinning around, Killua watched as the boy in the green shorts dashed away from the destruction he had caused in his excitement. Everyone else in the gym stared speechlessly at the result of half the leg press having been catapulted into a rack of dumbbells. Killua slunk back to the locker room, seeing that leaving as soon as possible was probably for the best.

Opening his locker and taking out his knapsack, the ex-assassin sifted through the contents until he found his towels.

“Killua, Killua! Are you in here?” a voice called into the locker room excitedly.

“What is it?” the one in question responded emotionlessly, putting his bag back into the locker.

“I need to - well, I have a place I need to go to on the other side of town.”

“Let’s take showers first and then we can go.”

“Uh, well… I need to go alone.”

“How long will it take?”

“Hmm, maybe like three hours to go there and back.”

Turning to face the older boy who was walking closer, Killua saw that Gon was trying to suppress a trio of emotions and was doing a bad job at it. He finally chose a secretive, apologetic blush, which was a very attractive look.

“Is it something urgent?” Killua inquired, cocking his head to the side as he slung his towels over his left shoulder. He got a nod in response. “Can we really not just go together?” He got a more vigorous head bob and a set of chocolate puppy eyes.

“It’s important that I go by myself! Please, Killua, go back to the hotel room and wait for me there!”

With a somber sigh, Killua lowered his head so that his bangs cast shadows to hide the cattish grin that crept across his face. Gon was so cute when he begged like this! Actually, all the emotions that had been on display over the past three days were all treasures. The white-haired boy hadn’t realized how much he had missed seeing his best friend up close and personal… and how much he had missed sadistically manipulating all those feelings.

“It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, Gon,” Killua complained, raising his head to showcase an overdramatic disappointed expression, “You know that, right?”

“I do…” was the sheepish reply. Gon started to press his index fingers together nervously.

“Yeah, you do. And you’re gonna spend our valuable time by focusing on something other than me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Here I was, ready to have a great morning showing off how much stronger I’ve gotten, but you didn’t seem to notice one bit. You were giving all your attention to your phone. Don’t think I didn’t catch that.”

“B-but I was waiting for a call from… uh,” the black-haired boy covered his mouth before he spilled his big secret.

“Oh, and now that you got it, you’re gonna have me sit in our room for half the afternoon while you go all the way across town to have an adventure by yourself?” Killua criticized, putting his hands on his hips in preparation for the guilt-tripped plea. One more sentence would probably have the other boy cutely begging for forgiveness. What would work best would probably be… “Wow, Gon. I didn’t realize that leaving me was so easy for you to-”

“Don’t say stuff like that!” Gon cried out, cutting his partner off by grabbing the collar of his white tank top. The older boy’s facial features were very serious as he forcefully shoved Killua into the wall of lockers with a loud bang. His hands trembled slightly.

“Oi, watch the shoul-”

“Take it back!”

“Gon, I-”

“How could you say that to me?!” Enraged, Gon’s eyebrows furrowed as he tightened his grip and glared at his best friend at an arm’s length.

“I-I’m sorry!” Killua blurted out promptly, turning his head to avoid the fiery golden eyes that bore into him. His plan had backfired spectacularly. Gon definitely looked way more angry than the flustered he had been aiming for.

“Then take it back!”

“I take it back! I take back what I said. I took it a little too far.”

“A lot too far!”

“A little.”

“A lot.”

“A little.”

“A lot.”

“Idiot, maybe you’re just a lot more sensitive,” Killua mumbled, almost canceling out his shoddy attempt at bringing his best friend back to a calm state. He felt the hold on his shirt loosen and turned his gaze back to Gon. His blue eyes widened as a wave of regret washed over his heart.

“Of course I might be, Killua…” The fury had fallen into an expression of hurt.

“Ah, Gon, I -”

“I’ve missed having you by my side… because I love you so much.”

Back when they parted ways at the World Tree many months ago, Gon felt like his heart had gotten a chunk taken out of it. Ever since then, he had yearned to be with Killua again. Messaging on the phone or talking over a video chat would never be enough. It was their physical closeness that he had taken for granted and not cherished quite enough. He knew Killua felt this way as well, so it was too much to hear such cruel words leave his lover’s mouth, even as a joke.

Letting his towels drop to the floor, Killua moved to sit down on the locker room bench. Even though his shoulder stung, he held his arms open so he could properly ease the distress he had caused the most important person in his world. “Me too... so come here.”

Gon took a seat on the other boy’s lap and they embraced. Killua stroked his boyfriend’s back comfortingly with his left hand, hoping that he could make the bright smile return quickly.

“Sometimes you’re really mean,” the boy in green grumbled, rubbing his nose into the crook of Killua’s neck.

“Ow,” the other winced, “your reactions are always too cute. It makes me wanna tease you sometimes.”

“Well, that wasn’t teasing. That was just being mean.”

“Okay, okay. I took it too far. I’m sorry, Gon. Will you forgive me?”

Killua rested his arms around Gon’s waist as he leaned back. They touched foreheads and the ex-assassin was glad to see that he hadn’t made his beloved cry. The couple sat in silence for a moment before the black-haired boy’s face softened into an affectionate grin.

“Of course I will. Out of everyone in the world, I love Killua the most.”

“And I… me too.”

“You what too?”

“Shoot, don’t make me say it out loud.”

“But we’re lovers, Killua! Lovers say they love each other! I love Killua!”

“B-b-baka, don’t shout that. We’re in a locker ro-”

Gon cut off his life partner’s embarrassment with a sweet kiss. Under him, he felt Killua’s body stiffen in surprise. He pestered the other boy’s lips with a handful of innocent smooches before he felt them being reciprocated. Closing his eyes, he let the white-haired boy’s tender warmth envelop him. It was the little moments like these that let Gon know he was truly loved. He wanted to keep Killua with him forever if he could… but not right now.

Before Killua had the chance to spice up the kisses with some tongue action, Gon pulled away. This black-haired boy had the cutest blush on his face, but also a look of determination.

“Killua, please go back to the hotel room.”

“Alright.”

“Even by taxi it’ll take me about three hours.”

“Fine, sure.”

“I’ll message you every ten, no, every five minutes, okay?”

“Gon, that seems a bit…”

Before Killua could choose a word that wasn’t ‘stupid’, ‘embarrassing’, or ‘childish’ to hide his pleasure, his lover slid off his lap. The older boy checked the time on his phone before grabbing his jacket and backpack from his locker.

“It’s already eleven, so I’m gonna get going. I want to come back to you as quickly as I can!”

“Nah, take your time. I’ve got stuff I can do. Starting with a shower.”

“Are you gonna call Alluka-chan?”

“Yeah. And buy an ice pack for my shoulder.”

“Eh, is something wrong with your shoulder?”

“Why you…” Killua grumbled with a sigh. He grabbed his towels from where they had fallen on the ground. When he gazed back up, Gon was peering down at him with a finger pointing to his mouth. “You gonna go?”

“Yeah, but I want one for the road.”

The ex-assassin stood up and locked lips with his partner. Ever since they had first met, Gon had always looked so kissable. Killua was glad to be able to know it was true. When the kiss ended, the two fourteen year olds grinned at each other lovingly. Then, the boy with the big secret ran out of the locker room and the boy with the bigger secret hung the towels over his unharmed shoulder.

Killua went to take a shower, checking out all the new bruises caused by the morning’s failed workout. He hadn’t really gotten sweaty, but the water was definitely refreshing. It was a peaceful time alone in the shower. Once it had been long enough, he got out and toweled off, returning to his locker to get dressed. Grabbing his clean set of clothes, he was gingerly slipping into a button-up shirt when his phone chimed. After he finished buttoning it, Killua took the beetle out of his knapsack with an excited grin. The boy’s eyes softened as he scanned through the childish texts he had received:

11:07 - “I’m looking for a taxi. I love you, Killua!”

11:12 - “I am in the taxi now. I love you, Killua!”

11:17 - “This old guy is pretty funny. I love you, Killua!”

11:22 - “I wish you were with me… I love you, Killua!”

“This idiot,” Killua murmured to himself with a chuckle, “…I love you too, Gon.”

With that finally said, he put his phone on silent mode before exiting through the ventilation system in order to avoid paying for the damages Gon had caused in the poor Atelsea gym.

#fanfic #fanfiction #killua x gon #killugon #Killua Zoldyck #killua #Gon Freecss #Gon #hunter x hunter #killugon day 2018 #killugon day #I love tone shifts like this

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mminimoon · 7 years ago

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The Day the Sun Met the Moon

Summary- A Fairy Tail fanfic...The Kingdoms of the Sun and Moon meet once a few hundred years to bring forth an Eclipse and the rulers of both kingdoms haven’t seen each other in a long while. With threats still in the air and wars hurling about, what’ll the young King and Queen do to protect their beloved kingdoms?

Rating- T

A/N- This is actually the first time I post fanfiction, so I’m sorry if the characters are too OOC and if there are any mistakes. I’ll try to keep updates consistent.

C.2

||Chapter I||

The Queen of the Moon was a mysterious woman. A goddess whose voice was only heard on rare occasions. They say she stopped speaking when her mother died, and when the previous King joined her in despair. They say she used to be a lively person, full of life and warmth, a shining person. The brightest moon anyone had seen in eons.

The King of the Sun remembered she was beautiful. He remembered when she used to come to his kingdom and climbed trees just get closer to the sky and feel the sun on her face. He remembered how poetic she was, using big words and smooth tones. How she told him stories of demons and princesses, wizards, and dragons.

He remembered how she said his name, softly with so much love.

But when the people she loved the most left her, she was gone. Strangely he remembers just about every detail of her, soft warm brown eyes, long flowing golden hair that he used to help braid. He remembered how she pouted whenever he began an idiotic plan. He remembers how she crossed her arms over her chest and protested but followed him anyway.

He remembered the first time both of them were tasked with raising the moon and the sun. How she raised her arms and the moon’s magic, glowing silver, would slither around her arms and she’d slowly lower the moon. He remembered the worried look she had when he struggled to carry the sun, how as soon as he was done she’d run towards him telling him he’s straining himself, that even gods have limitations.

Seeing her again hit him with so many memories. And he could see in her eyes that she too was hurt by seeing him. They both hid it under bows, coming back up with their heads high. It was the Eclipse Festival, one party they both had to attend.The day where the sun meets the moon.

As the festival picked pace, mortals prayed, and more of the gods began to show, the two rulers of the world hid back. They had accidentally bumped into one another in the heavenly gardens of the Grand Temple, their animal companions with them.

She looked about to say something but closed her mouth and tried to move once more. Before she got away, the young king grabbed her wrist.

“Luce, please… Stay with me tonight,” he asked, his green eyes soft.

She released a sigh and sat on one of the benches, holding her dog, Plue, in her arms. He sat next to her, his own pet, a blue-winged cat that he liked to call Happy, perched on his shoulder. He chuckled.

“You still have that damn snowman. You know Luce, it always kind of creeped me out, with its beady eyes,” he began.

She glared at him, he always liked to press on her buttons when it came to the matter of her pet.

“And it’s a weird snowman at that, always walking on fours, following a crazy queen like you around,” he continued, Happy nodding at his master’s words.

“I mean, is it even a snowman, is it some kind of-”

“You know it’s a dog, Natsu!” She snapped, surprising herself.

King Natsu laughed, slapping his knee, “in the hells that might be! Look at it! It’s freaking shaking? What kind of dog does that?”

“Like you should talk,” she scoffed.

“What? You mean Happy? Because everyone agrees that he looks like a damn regular cat!”

“I’m talking about you saying that he turns into a lion,” she said.

“We’re gods and you don’t believe a flying cat can turn into a lion?” He asked, raising a brow.

She looked away, “I’m just saying it’s never been heard of and seems unrealistic.”

“He’s blue.”

“So are the skies.”

They then burst into laughter remembering the old times they used to have similar fights. She clasps her hands together.

“I haven’t laughed like that since…” she began to say.

“Since the attack at Moon Palace,” he finished off.

She nodded, rubbing her sides from the cold wind.

He took off his dark red scaled cape, putting it over her shoulders, leaving his chest bare.

“Dragon scales, they're surprisingly comfortable and warm,” he told her.

“Are you not cold?” she asked.

He gave her a toothy grin, “I’m an eternal flame.”

She covered her mouth as she laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. He let out a content sigh.

“How are your cousins?” She asked softly.

“They’re all as dramatic as ever, always doubting me,” he released, looking at the floor.

“And your brother?”

“He’s- he’s better. He married the Empress of the Fae, they’re expecting a child,” he announced.

She giggled, “I don’t see you as the child type.”

“Are you kidding? I’ll be the best damn uncle that kid has ever seen!”

She laughed and he took it in. He never forgot her laughter, but hearing it again was different. He missed it. Natsu loved the rich sound she made. He loved that he was the one that causes it to happen. He smiled at her.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Nothing, just… I love hearing you laugh, Luce,” he replied slowly.

Her cheeks went pink and she looked away.

“Do-don’t say things like that,” she managed.

“But I mean it,” he defended, taking her chin and tilting her head to meet his eyes again.

She wasn’t able to think of anything to say and then the sky darkened and they looked up to see the sun become covered by the moon.

“But we aren’t-”

She looked at him and realized, “the day you meet me again.”

He smiled softly, cupping her face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. She leaned in, both of them tilting their heads and closing their eyes coming together for a soft and long awaited kiss. It was millennia of hopes and dreams, and wants and needs. It was the loneliness that left them lifeless and cold, the heartache that came with every passing day. Lucy felt tears pouring down, as she tasted the lips of the man she loved so dearly.

They parted away, she with a small smile and he with a big grin.

“Promise me this isn’t the last time I see you? Don’t make me wait for another Eclipse,” he asked.

She bit her lower lip nervously but nodded, taking his hand.

“I’ll leave you a letter when I lower the moon, I promise,” she told him.

He kissed her cheek, “I’ll leave you one when I lower the sun.”

She put her head on his shoulder once again. They enjoyed the silence until they heard a someone calling for Lucy, she stood taking off his cape, Plue falling next to her. She leaned over to kiss Natsu’s cheek letting go of his hand as she walked away to join her court. She looked over her shoulder to the amused King of the Sun who put on his cloak and walked the other way.

She gracefully walked back to the Grand Temple. Her cousin and advisor, Lady Gonzales, walking up to her in a worry.

“My Queen, we’ve been looking around for you! It’s about time we left,” Gonzales told her.

Lucy chuckled, “do not worry, little cousin. I’m fine, and yes; we definitely should be going.”

Gonzales would ask more questions, but she decided to do that when they went back home. The cousins met with the Queen of the Moon’s personal guards, Solano and Yukino. Their worried glances were only replied with a shrug from Gonzales.

With grace the Moon Court left the festivities, entering their silver carriages and returning to the Moon Palace.

#nalu fanfiction #nalu #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #fairy tail #sun & moon au #tdtsmtm #dy escribe

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r-herring · 7 years ago

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The Rules for Lovers Chapter 11 (aka hell chapter) in GIFs

I usually write out my thoughts/reactions to a chapter as I go to make writing AO3 comments easier. However, it soon became clear to me that my reactions to chapter 11 are best expressed in GIF form, so I’m going to go ahead and post my comments here.

Thanks, @adreamingsongbird for ripping out my heart. I don’t need it to live.

Under cut for spoilers (and length).

So, first off, I see the minor character death tag. Chapter 10 has taught me to be wary of said tag.

Vicchan death in detail and Yuuri being grief stricken and confused over his loss and the loss of his MIL. Feels right off the bat. Okay.

“Please don’t cry,” Viktor whispers, barely audible. His grip on Yuuri’s hand could be a crucible. “I know it’s selfish of me to ask, but please. Or else I will, too, and…”

My poor heart. Why??? Poor man can’t even mourn the death of his mother.

You write grief and the grieving process with a finesse and nuance not usually seen in fanfic. "Grief is confusing and difficult.” Indeed it is, and you've captured that perfectly. I think your portrayal of grief was my favorite part of this chapter.

It is… very suspicious, to put it mildly, that a blood mage with no known health complications could suddenly succumb to a fatal heart attack.

Wait, so blood mages are aware of their own blood/health status? They can perform their magic and monitor themselves to the same extent that they can monitor others? I hadn’t thought about it before, but that’s consistent with how we’ve seen the other schools applied. Hm… then how did the baddies pull this off? It had to have been sudden. So the doctor(s) and/or baddie blood mages(s) had blood samples after all…probably? Then again...

Blood magic only works if the mage knows what’s going on and how to fix it, but Rani’s father has a strange, degenerative disease that’s progressing very fast and has yet to receive a proper diagnosis. How upsetting that must be.

I guess blood magic can’t be applied generally (either as a fix or as a diagnostic) and the practitioner must use a specific spell for specific injuries/ailments. How are illnesses diagnosed in this universe if blood magic can’t be used to do so (at least not always)?

So it is possible it was something more latent/insidious and Queen Nikiforova just didn’t have an symptoms or any reason to suspect.

I want to know how they pulled it off, darn it!

In all of this, Yuuri is his rock.

🎶 Here comes the sun suffering (doo doo doo doo) 🎶

The thought of the hours spent in the coronation ceremony, not to mention the damn meeting with Ivanovich afterwards...

Well, no good could possibly come out of this meeting, and scheduling it the day of the coronation screams ‘aggressive power-play.’ Something is afoot!

I’m bracing for impact.

He has to be strong—has to be strong for Mama.

OH. OH! THAT’S BELOW THE BELT. WHY?!?! WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO MY HEART?!

[At this point, my notes degenerated to mostly all-caps freakout and minimal speculation, so have some more GIFs to accompany my spazzing.]

“I believe it,” Yuuri says softly. “With all of my heart. You are strong, and when you can’t see it yourself, or when your strength runs out, I’ll be here to catch you and to hold you up until you can carry yourself again. Okay?”

...unfamiliar faces; they must be relatively new recruits...

Warning! SOS! Mayday! Mayday! Red flag! Red flag!

“Yes, of course. Well, you see, allow me to put this bluntly, son.”

Oooh, shit’s about to go down.

Yeah, about those guards…

"Did it not occur to you that we might have accounted for that, too?”

Argh! Did they slip him those elemental power inhibiting drugs somehow? But he’s using ice magic right now. Whats happening?!

~~two paragraphs later~~

Ah, good old-fashioned blackmail it is! (For now.)

[This is how I wished the scene would have gone down.]

They must have changed their plans—somehow, they don’t want Yuuri dead, which is good for the moment but bears further contemplating

Indeed it does. Oh boy…this is not gonna end well for Yuuri. Whatever this is, it is probably the impetus for Viktor delivering the “let’s end this line.” I am 99.9% sure it’s going to be him; it makes sense for his character (I’ll spare everyone a rehash of my long-ass comment on ch. 10, but it’s gonna be Viktor, damn it all).

Ivanovich has been hiding his magic at court for how many years now? And nobody ever found out? How long has he been planning this coup?

ARGH! I KNEW SOMEBODY--other than Yuuri--WAS HIDING THEIR POWERS! Bastard! But now I wonder if it’s ‘somebodies.’ We still haven’t accounted for the he/him pronounced blood mage.

And who at court is a willing follower and who is being blackmailed and can’t talk about it? Ahhhhh!

The interesting thing is that Yuuri employs the more sophisticated empathetic block that allows philological spells to function properly, so he might not notice philological spells being performed around him since it doesn’t interfere with his own magic. At this point, we don’t know much about this school of magic and the capabilities of its practitioners (other than the universal translator spell, the ability to keep people from talking, and that it’s based on intent, not technicalities, so [Viktor] can’t even try to be clever and go around it). It’s possible that Ivanovich has been pulling stuff right under Yuuri’s nose.

Yuri, on the other hand, is a much, much less sophisticated user of empathetic magic. My one hope is that Ivanovich tries to talk to him before he leaves (to begin the process of ‘winning him over’ to their side) and Yuri employs the general empathetic block Yuuri has been teaching him--the one that will interfere with philological spells. I know you put that scene in ch. 10 for a reason...

Plus, and this possibility makes his stomach turn, it’s generally known in the palace that because of their teatime, Yuuri was one of the last people to see his mother alive. There are nasty rumors he’s heard whispers of, just the barest of snippets, mentioned to him in Duchess Baranovskaya’s intelligence briefing yesterday—

OH NO. Are they going to try and frame Yuuri? That’s why they want him alive? To pull another Golovkina?

~~a very short time later~~

What if the reason Ivanovich promised him that Yuuri would be safe for now is that he wants to use those rumors to tear apart the alliance? Hell, if he frames Yuuri properly, it might even be enough to ignite a war—the prince from Hinomoto murdering Ruthenia’s queen? Outrageous!

Well... shit.

He has to do something about this. Yuuri, his precious, loving Yuuri, falling asleep in his arms, means the world to him. He can’t let them hurt his Yuuri—just thinking of him being arrested, brought to trial, and even executed for his mother’s murder...

OH MY HEART. WHY?!

...and i mean she was a blood mage, its pretty damn obvious she was poisoned even if we cant say it outright without proof...

Interesting that they (at least Yuuri) think it was poison. I know everyone likes blood mages because they heal, but is it that unusual to use blood magic for harm? This also makes me curious again re: what blood mages can detect about their own general health without applying very specific spells; it’s either nobody would suspect a blood mage or everyone assumes Queen Nikiforova would be able to detect and counteract blood magic foul play.

sp vitya bc phichit hes so so lonely and he never turns to anyone for help and he needs me!

And, of course, he’s going to distance his entire support system in order to protect the people close to him. Because Viktor. Damn it, Viktor.

one more thing goes wrong and ill just have 47583 breakdowns and die i guess

This is not going to end well. Good thing Yuuri is stronger than he believes himself to be; he’s going to need that strength.

There has to be a way around this, but he hasn’t found it yet.

Yuuri, or maybe even Yuri, would have the answer to that question (once they figured out Viktor was under a spell), but he’s going to send them both away. Because Viktor.

Mila has a feeling that he’s the only reason Viktor has been holding it together recently—he’s definitely the only reason she’s seen Viktor outside of court ever since the coronation.

Dun dun dunn.

Surely he wants to keep his allies close, especially now that Yuri’s leaving!

You’d think. But Viktor.

“I think being involved with your court has done enough for us,” Alina bites out. She looks scandalized a second later, shaking her head. “I—that was out of line. My apologies, Your Majesty. But I do not think I’ll be needing any assistance.”

Ah, so the ‘minor character death’ warning was for Captain Sharapova and not Vicchan. Should have suspected one of them was going to bite the dust when you hinted they were going to retire and have a family. Evil author ;)

Viktor is going to lose all his allies and the ones he can really count on he’s sending away. (And, of course, he blames himself for her death. Because Viktor.)

OH, GOD.. HERE IT COMES. DO. NOT. WANT.

He just knows he won’t survive seeing Yuuri executed for a crime he didn’t commit. The thought of those beautiful brown eyes filling with tears, of Yuuri��s hands no longer being warm and gentle but instead just cold and limp, of the way the court will rip him to shreds before condemning him to die... Viktor can’t handle any of that.

Noooooooooo. Poor Viktor!

“What?” he breathes. “I don’t understand—you want to break off our engagement? Why? What—was it something I did? I’m sorry, Vitya, I—but what about the alliance? I know I’m not—but we can’t just—please, please, talk to me, please,” and then to Viktor’s horror, he falls to his knees, his face crumpling with sudden, suppressed tears. “Tell me what I did wrong. We can fix this. Please, Vitya. If not for me, for the alliance. Please, my people—I can’t fail them now, just—just give me a chance, Vitya, please!”

Poor Yuuri!

Speaking of Yuuri, I wonder what clues he could have gotten from his empathy in this scene if he wasn’t too distraught to pay attention.

The thought of Yuuri, shackled, small and alone, having to face the wrath of the Ruthenian court, stops him in his tracks. He thinks of having to preside over that hearing, shudders to think of tapping that accursed gavel—

—but then, he realizes that he wouldn’t be presiding. Yura would be, through his regent—

—and that’s somehow worse.

DAMN. DAMN THAT’S DARK, RIMI. WOW.

“Wait,” he says, sniffling. “Wait. Vitya—Vityen’ka...”

ARGH. I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE. THAT ENDING SCENE. RIP MY HEART OUT WHY DON’T YOU?!

^RIMI

Okay, that was an excellent chapter. The writing quality was stellar. Don’t get me wrong, it’s usually very good, but I felt this particular chapter was exceptional; the language was powerful and emotional, particularly when portraying grief and the grieving process.

Now, this poor reader is going to go try that homemade chai recipe because I need some tea.

#the rules for lovers #adreamingsongbird #trfl #red rants about fanfic

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