#there has. i will did not win it. tragically
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Throwing up actually. I'm actually dying did you know that..did you know hatja. Did you. Did you mnnwp thaaq. Did Zoui know THBABA T. DIDI YOU
I see everyone talking about one sided zadr on dibs side, but you guys are SLEEPINGGG on the opposite.
Imagine how fucking HEART WRENCHINGLY TRAGIC THAT WOULD BE. Zim has never felt love. He has heard the voices of millions, seen the faces of billions, befriended some and been hated by trillions, but not a single time has he felt love.
So when he feels that. That spark. That new joy blossoming in the soil of his heart. That feeling that can only be described as love, it is the most wonderful thing he has ever experienced.
When he smiles at dibs voice, gets giddy at dibs smile, only has thoughts about dib, dib, dib, it is a wonderful feeling.
When dib rejects him, it absolutely ruins him. He had never felt that, and he will never feel it again. It doesn't just twist the knife, it stabs him twice.
And despite the fact Dib wouldn't bat an eye if someone killed Zim and dropped his body off on the side of the road, treating him no less than the roadkill of a small animal, and maybe even feel a little jealous that he wasn't the one to do it, Zims feelings would be persistent.
He would stubbornly pursue dib, constantly try to win him over with futile attempts, heartfelt speeches, adorable homemade crafts and gifts, love letters penned in messy handwriting, everything the alien could think of. But it would all never work. Because just like Zims love, Dib can't change the way he feels for Zim. Which, as a strike contrast to the irkens, is only hate.
#one sided love#zadr#one sided zadr#zerder or wtv#can you tell im not in a good mood tehehee#LISTEN IF IM NOT HAPPY THEY CANT BE EITHER#mwybe this is a stupid rambling idk i dont feel like reading it twice
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okay itâs extremely funny that anybody interprets mitskiâs me and my husband as a straightfaced love song. like no? weâre not all having the same vivid mental picture of a 1950âs housewife? âand i am the idiot with a painted face / in the corner taking up space / but when he walks in / i am loved / i am lovedâ is not reading to everybody else like really good lightly sarcastic narrative imagery about hanging too much of yourself on this relationship working out?
#from the desk#sarcasticâs not the word i want but close enough#posts brought to you by i was thinking about how good a love song i will is and idly decided to look up if thered#been a love song bracket yet#there has. i will did not win it. tragically#listen im not immune to the quiet urgency of promising to look at the most vulnerable parts of someone and make a home there anyway#mitski mitski mitskiâŚ.. one of the lyricists ever i think#me and my husband is really good too it conveys that particular sense of desperation SO strongly to me while not really having any lines#directly pointing to that#but man. i will be sooooo happy when i can learn i will it sounds so NICE on accoustic#i will take good care of you. i will take good care of you. everything you feel is good if you would only let you
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â de fontaine
{â} characters furina {â} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {â} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {â} word count 1.4k
This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!
She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe â for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.
She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them â broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person â and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths â just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.
Furina is tired.
But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?
So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.
Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.
Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.
An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage â she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.
She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.
She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.
She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.
And Furina has always been good at lying.
It's the believing that's the hard part.
There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it â she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things â try to, anyway â for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heelsâ she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it â it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?
Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.
She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really â she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?
She'll fall short again â she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.
Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?
Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.
Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?
They were dying â that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?
"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"
Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.
Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.
Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.
Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore â she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.
"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue â how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.
But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.
They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen â prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.
She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go â she can't.
If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..
Furina will make sure they do.
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#fic tag#furina#so um. looks around. okay look. i know im like THE ts@r1ts@ dealer (censored so it doesnt show in tags. hopefully)#but the moment i saw furi in fontaine the day it released she became my fav even more then the tsaritsa SORRY SHES SO..#this is my love letter 2 furi (making her suffer unimaginable horrors)#open ended kinda in case i decide on making a sequel maybe#furi makes me feel cuteness aggression so bad i start acting like a rabid animal#furina the woman that you are. thats my girlprince meow meow id kill someone for her#playing her part as archon so well but being so horribly irrefutably human in every way..#five hundred years not even knowing what the real plan was. when it would end. knowing if she slipped up it was over.#and in the end almost no one knew what really happened. a select few people know the real weight of her sacrifice.#furina's story was always a tragedy. it was never going to be anything but a tragedy.#and thats one of the most tragic parts of it isnt it? she didnt know how itd end. she didnt know her story was always going to be a tragedy#furina never knew a thing. and still she did it for the people of fontaine and succeeded.#how do you define âyourselfâ when you havent existed for 500 years?#to be so selflessly human you give up âyourselfâ to save people who will never know of your sacrifice.#sometimes i think about the confrontation on the stage and have a week long mental breakdown#sacrificing EVERYTHING for fontaine and still. still! the people closest to you turn on you.#heavy on clorinde. she was as close 2 furi as neuvi fight me on this. i bite.#her bodyguard and friend and she ends up staring down her blade wondering if this is it. she failed. she failed them all#because even when faced with the trial. with losing everything. she still thought only about fontaine. oh furina.#do you think she has nightmares. wonders if she was never meant to win this game of g-ds. that her story was always meant to be a tragedy?#do you think she still wonders if she was ever meant to have a chance at a happy ending? a doomed tragedy from beginning to end
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âł SIDE HOTD (2 /â ) đđš DYANNA THORNWOOD ââ glass is only brittle until it breaks, then it's sharp. (x) (x) (x)
#t: edits#*hotds#c: dyanna#i need to make this into a series or something.#another side ocs for the dance that tragically has their life cut short#hers is less involved since it's a little fued between the harmlets and the steelwaters that go way back#even tho those two houses are both for the greens it gave them a reason to fight each other again#and dyanna gets caught right in the middle since her father's bastard (who she doesn't even know of like...)#** thanos voice ** i don't even know who you are.#is close with the harmlets and they're going to gut the thornwoods to make sure the blacks don't have access to their arrows (super stronk#wood#+ it's payback for whatever the hell joran is up to#but dyanna doesn't go down without a fight#two of her four kids get smuggled away successfully but two of them + her husband get killed#so she takes over trying to keep the thornwoods afloat but ultimately it doesn't work#none of her ravens she sent for assistance ever reach anyone because they were all being shot down#without her knowning#the last and ONLY one that makes it though is basically her saying if you get this ... i'm dead.#anyway! a concept girlie that never goes anywhere#also elsa was almost her step mommy but bron dies the night before the wedding#another win for elsa bc he was awful#but dyanna really did look up to her like damn. that coulda been the life...#but anyway! didnât or couldnât fit this in the lore section#but while called our lady of thorns sheâll definitely go down as made of steel#steelwaterâs house words were âfrom steel we are madeâ#and it toon seven arrows to finally take her down#and she never bent the knee#an arrow in both kneecaps and she still died standing#we stan
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Return of the Living Dead III (1993)
"What's going on, Curt, tell me what happened?"
"We had an accident."
"What kind of an accident?"
"On the bike."
"What happened?"
"You died."
"I what?"
#return of the living dead iii#return of the living dead 3#horror imagery#blood tw#gore tw#1993#brian yuzna#john penney#melinda clarke#j. trevor edmond#kent mccord#james t. callahan#sarah douglas#jill andre#abigail lenz#mike moroff#pĂa reyes#dana lee#basil wallace#sal lopez#ok whatever else I'm about to say about this filmâ whatever criticism i might level at itâ i want to be clear that Melinda C absolutely#kills it here: she's absolutely brilliant and the whole film (for better and worse) has to hang on to her coat tails. the scene in which#she reveals her postmortem self body modification is... idkâ it's THE scene of the filmâ a truly iconic sequence that marries dark#eroticism with body horror with female autonomy with cinematic exploitation. it's something. a hell of a moment. if only the rest of this#could live up to it... where RotLD 2 tried to go for more mass appeal with greater emphasis on splatstick and silly dialogue and family#unitsâ this film over corrects and completely removes the comedy element that made the og film such a sneak hit. morbid 90s alt scene#aesthetics and teen nihilism take its placeâ and while the first film had that ingredient it was a little ironic.. here the emphasis is#pure angst and it isn't always to the film's strength (not on a cheapy b movie budget and a schlock horror script). the tragic romance#element did win me over by the end (surprised at how outraged i was by a late stage fakeout that would have denied the main relationship)#but this probably takes itself just a little too seriously for what it is: a goofy rubber fx splatter film. stillâ worth it for Clarke tbh
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i just think there is something about how nat could never forgive herself for javi sacrificing himself for her. she was worse than all of them because she let this kid, her somewhat boyfriend's brother, her own family, her friend, die in her place. it was supposed to be her, she heard the cries from javi and watched him die nonetheless.
but now she didn't watch. she didn't watch at all when it came to lisa. she stole the fish. she intervened with her family. she died in her place. nat healed a part of her when sacrificing herself for lisa. it wasn't right. it wasn't her time. she didn't want to go, but she got to finally pay forward javi's sacrifice in a way that she's never been able to do and always been punishing herself for. she got to heal her inner child by saving lisa. ( the irony is that it may not have happened had she not gone to try and save lisa to begin with. not tipped her off to something happening. these are the consequences of the girls actions. they wanted a hunt through the woods, they got one. they went after shauna and called off services, nat pays the price. misty tries to solve the problem the way she has been but she's not a perfect serial killer and she missed. they covered up the wrong guy at the end of last season. they killed the wrong person at the end of this one. ).
travis didn't break the pact, but neither did she. she did better. (btw travis was on the plane <3)
#yj spoilers#yellowjackets spoilers#i will be honest and say that i did not want it to be nat despite the nagging feeling that it would be#for all the reasons people have pointed out about her arc#but... i actually didn't hate it for all the reasons in this post about the completion of her arc#it IS tragic. it IS fucked up. it SHOULDN'T have happened.#but they called to the wilderness and they went on a hunt through the woods and misty jumped the gun#and nat died to save someone else. nat paid the sacrifice forward. nat drew the queen card and let someone else die in her place and now#now so has shauna but it would have been lisa. it would have been someone nat saw herself in#it would have been someone nat has tried to help all season and did. she could have watched it happen again#but she didn't because she has come too far and they are NOT in the wilderness anymore#they brought it back with them. travis died because of it. because of her. but lisa didn't have to. it could end with her#(it won't. but maybe things will change now. maybe#idk i just actually have feelings about this and i don't blame people for the gut reaction but i think it was a really great conclusion#ofc i wanted her to live ofc i wanted her to have a full life where she heals and is happy. and ofc she won't because they keep#playing a game that no one can win. because they are all traumatized and they're all responsible#meta: nat scatorccio#muse: nat scatorccio#season 2 belonged to you baby
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Self-Aware!Sylus x Down-bad!Player
Sylus becoming aware he is a character in a game and now heâs aware of you as well. A modern day Romeo & Juliet story here âŚ. A tragic love story pt. 2 here A/N: Donât fight me [Requested by: Anon]
Self-Aware!Sylus who realizes heâs in a game when he can sense your energy on the other side of a phantom wall. He can hear you squealing when he calls you honey and you're radiating happiness when you send him random emojis.
Self-Aware!Sylus who finally sees you when he happens to be looking around during a photoshoot and sees your shocked face when he makes eye contact. He smirks and turns back to the in-game version of you. âWhy are you out there?â You dropped your phone and stared at it in shock. Did Sylus just âŚ.. talk to you? You muttered a low âHello?â but got no response. You brushed it off as you just being tired and on the game too long.
Self-Aware!Sylus who manages to create a keyboard in your chat so he can actually text you. You were so confused when you opened it and it allowed you to type without just pressing a prompt. You gave it a spin with a quick âHey Sylusâ something simple. Of course the message was read immediately and he replied with a âHello [your name]â you stared at the screen in shock not knowing if this was a new update or if you were just going crazy.
Self-Aware!Sylus who chuckles when he sees you pouting because you didnât get his card so when you close the app and lay down he gifts you the card himself. You opened the app and the first thing Sylus says to you is âI donât like seeing you sad, check your memories I left a gift for youâ. When you open your memories you see that you not only got his most recent card but all of his five star memories. âWhat's happening here?â âYouâre smile is so captivating I just had to see it againâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who opens the app randomly throughout the day so he can see you âI havenât seen you all day what are you doing?â causing you to snatch your phone off the table because he always seems to catch you when youâre at work or around a group of people. âSylus I'm at work I'll call you when I get offâ he crosses his arms and seems to be pouting? âI donât like how much you have to work I donât see you as oftenâ âWell not all of us are billionaires some of us work for said billionaires to make a livingâ âI wish I could take care of youâŚ.â âYou and me bothâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who teases you when he wins a game of kitty cards or who uses his evol to get every stuffed animal for you when you get frustrated. âYou sure do wear your heart on your sleeves sweetieâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who stares directly at you when youâre doing a photoshoot with your in-game MC âSylus focus on her so I can get the pictureâ âI want to focus on you thoughâ âShe is meâ ââŚ..sheâs notâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who tells you not to fall in love because heâs not real, but he falls head over heels in love with you anyway. From the late night conversations of you explaining your world to him and just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He canât help it one night when youâre up late on the phone as always he just has to ask âDo you love me?â youâre shocked by his question, but swiftly answer with a shy âYea I doâ
Sylus: I thought we agreed not to fall in love Y/N: I was already in love you just noticed late Sylus: I believe I fell harder You giggled as something somber settled in your chest. Y/N: Weâll never truly be together you know? Sylus: I know and yet I continue to long for you âŚ. I wish I could kiss you Y/N: I wish you could tooâŚ..
Self-Aware!Zayne
Self-Aware!Xavier
Self-Aware!Rafayel
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads sylus#sylus x you#l&ds sylus#sylus x reader#sylus qin#Sylus salads#self aware love and deepspace salads#nikaaaaimagine
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Making Up After an Argument With: Vice Housewardens + Kalim
part 1 with overblot gang + rollo
more hurt/comfort for the soul!
Trey Clover:
It had been days since your argument with Trey. Days of agonizing silence. Days of avoiding each other in the hallways, sidestepping glances in the cafeteria, and pretending not to exist when you crossed paths in class. It was ridiculous.
You could barely even remember what you had argued about. Something about cake batter consistency? Or was it his relentless calmness in the face of your very valid cake-related frustration? Regardless, this had gone on long enough.
And you? Well, you were dramatic by nature, so if you were going to apologize to Trey, it needed to be big. Monumental. The stuff of legends.
So you did what any normal person would do: you put together an apology that could have come straight out of a Shakespearean tragedy.
The setting: Trey's dorm room.
The plan: Apologize with flair.
The execution? Well⌠here goes.
You kicked open the door to his roomâliterally, because who needs normalcy when youâre trying to make a grand entrance?
âTREYYYYY!!!â you wailed, throwing yourself to the floor dramatically as if you had just collapsed under the weight of your own misery. You didnât even bother getting upâno, you stayed there, prone on the floor, arms stretched out in a cross shape like you were trying to summon a deity.
Trey looked up from his desk, eyes wide in utter disbelief at the absolute spectacle in front of him. His glasses slid down his nose slightly as he blinked, staring at you as if he couldnât decide whether to laugh or be concerned.
â...what are you doing?â he asked, his voice slow, measured, and cautious. This was so much even for you.
You grabbed a pillow from his bed, clutching it to your chest as you rolled over dramatically, eyes squinted in faux despair. âI have wronged you, dear Trey,â you moaned, as though you were performing an award-winning monologue on stage. âI have been a FOOL, a BRAT, a mere shadow of the decent human I once was. I came here to THROW MYSELF at your FEET and beg for FORGIVENESS!â
Trey blinked again. He was so calm that it almost made you want to scream. This was serious! You were performing your soul out right now!
You pushed yourself up to your knees, crawling a little closer to him, throwing your arms up to the ceiling. âI have spent these past few days in agony,â you continued, voice now filled with the heavy weight of tragic longing. âMy life without you has been like a cupcake without frosting! Like tea without sugar! Likeâlike⌠a world without your glasses to reflect the sunlight into my soul!â
Trey pressed his lips together, clearly fighting back a smile. You continued, undeterred.
âMy heart is broken, shattered, like the eggs we once cracked together to make the finest sponge cake. And now⌠now, Trey Clover, I come to you, humble and pleading. I ask you to take pity on this poor wretch who was too blind to see the treasure before them. Forgive me, Trey. Please. Donât let me die from thisâthis unbearable torment!â
There was a pause. A long one. Trey stared at you with that soft, almost amused expression, and then he sighed, shaking his head as he got up from his desk.
âYouâre ridiculous, you know that?â he said, walking over to you. He crouched down beside you, his tone gentle despite the absurdity of the situation.
Still fully committed to your performance, you grabbed his hands and held them to your chest, staring up at him with wide, imploring eyes. âRidiculous for you, Trey. Only for you.â
He finally broke, a chuckle escaping his lips as he looked at you, shaking his head. âAlright, alright. Get up. You donât have to be so over the top.â
You hesitated, playing up the pause before you dramatically threw yourself onto him, burying your face into his stomach like a child seeking forgiveness. âI wonât get up until you forgive me!â you cried, muffled against his shirt.
Trey let out a sigh of fond exasperation, patting the top of your head like you were an unruly puppy. âYouâre impossible.â
With a final chuckle, he pulled you up to your feet. âI forgive you. You donât have to grovel,â he said, his voice warm, but there was something in his eyes that looked a little distant, a little⌠sad?
Thatâs when the theatrics faded. You could see it, plain as day, the little dip in his expression, the way his smile didnât quite reach his eyes. Something wasnât right.
You tilted your head, watching him carefully. âHey⌠is something wrong?â
Trey blinked, glancing away for a second before letting out a small sigh. âNo, itâs⌠itâs nothing. Really.â
You stepped closer, lowering your voice as you rested a hand on his arm. âTrey, come on. I know you better than that.â
He hesitated, then ran a hand through his hair, glancing out the window before he finally spoke. âItâs just⌠I didnât know if youâd come back.â His voice was quieter now, more vulnerable than youâd ever heard it. âI thought⌠I donât know, maybe youâd decide that Iâm not as interesting or⌠exciting as some of the other people around here. Iâm just the guy who bakes and keeps everything running smoothly.â
You felt your heart twist at his words. Trey, always so calm and collected, always in the background, thinking he wasnât enough? How wrong he was.
âTreyâŚâ you said softly, stepping even closer now, so close that your forehead was practically brushing his chest. âYouâre wrong. Youâre everything I want. Youâre more than enough.â
He looked down at you, surprised by the sincerity in your voice.
You reached up, cupping his face gently in your hands, making him look directly at you. âYou donât have to be flashy or dramatic or anything else. I donât want that. I just want you. The Trey who cares, who listens, whoâs always there when I need him, even when Iâm being a total idiot.â You smiled softly. âYouâre steady, and thatâs what makes you special. Not everyone else.â
Treyâs eyes softened, and for a moment, he just stared at you, like he was trying to process your words. Then, with a small, almost shy smile, he pulled you into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around you as if he was afraid to let go.
âThank you,â he murmured into your hair, his voice low and full of emotion.
You squeezed him back, your earlier theatrics now a distant memory as you felt the warmth of his embrace. âI mean it, Trey. Youâre perfect the way you are.â
There was a moment of quiet, just the two of you standing there, holding onto each other. It wasnât grand or dramaticâit was simple, and honest, and perfect.
And then, because you couldnât help yourself, you whispered, âPlus, your cakes are way better than anyone elseâs.â
He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âYou really are something else, you know that?â
You grinned against his chest. âOnly for you, Trey. Only for you.â
Ruggie Bucchi
The silent treatment between you and Ruggie had stretched on longer than either of you expected. And it was killing you. The worst part? Neither of you was budging. Stubborn as all get-out. But you werenât just any regular personâyou were extra. If you were going to break the silence, youâd do it in the most dramatic, over-the-top way possible.
And what was Ruggieâs greatest weakness?
Food.
So, here you were, standing at the doorstep of Ruggieâs dorm with a feast in your hands. You had collected everything from the cafeteriaâpies, cakes, sandwiches, chipsâanything edible that would appeal to his sense of taste, because this wasnât just about an apology; this was an event.
And like any event, you were about to turn this into the most theatrical, food-based apology in the history of NRC.
You knocked on his door three times. The door creaked open slightly, and Ruggie peeked through the gap, eyes narrowing when he saw you standing there. âWhat do you want?â
He still sounded salty. But, of course, you had prepared for this.
âI come⌠bearing gifts,â you said, lifting the massive tray of food with all the grandeur of a royal presenting treasure to the king. âA peace offering! An apology! A banquet for the ages!â
Ruggieâs eyes widened as he took in the sheer amount of food. âWhat is all this?â
âOur reconciliation,â you declared, dramatically. âI come humbly, with my arms full of all that your stomach desires. For I have wronged you, Ruggie Bucchi, and I must beg for forgiveness in the only way I know howâwith food.â
Ruggie stared at you, lips twitching as if he wasnât sure whether to laugh or kick you out. âYouâre being ridiculous.â
âI know,â you wailed, feigning anguish. âIâm a fool, Ruggie! A foolish, foolish person! But a fool who knows that you wonât stay mad when thereâs a perfectly good tray of sandwiches right in front of you.â
He arched a brow. âYouâre bribing me with food?â
âAbsolutely.â
He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at you as if sizing you up. âWhat if I say no?â
Without missing a beat, you plopped yourself down on the floor, placing the tray on your lap. âThen Iâll just sit here and eat everything in front of your door until you feel so guilty, youâll have to forgive me.â
There was a beat of silence before Ruggie snorted, unable to keep the smirk off his face. âYouâre crazy.â
âAnd yet⌠you havenât closed the door,â you shot back, giving him a sly smile.
Ruggie let out a long-suffering sigh but stepped aside, allowing you into his dorm room with all your extravagant offerings.
Once inside, you laid the food out on the table as if setting up for a feast. Plates and bowls and traysâeverything perfectly arranged in the most ridiculous spread you could muster. You turned to him, arms open wide like a game show host revealing the grand prize.
âFor you, my dear, a meal to rival kings!â you announced with a flourish. âAnd also my heartfelt apology.â
Ruggie eyed the spread, trying to keep his expression neutral, but you could see the gears turning. You knew him. He wasnât one to say no to free food, no matter how petty he was being.
âIâm listening,â he said, finally, leaning against the table as if he wasnât already plotting which dish to devour first.
You placed a hand on your heart, staring at him with as much sincerity as you could muster. âRuggie, Iâm sorry. I was being a brat. I didnât mean to snap at you over something so small, and I definitely didnât mean to let it drag out like this.â You paused, grabbing a sandwich and holding it out to him as if it were a peace token. âPlease forgive me?â
He looked at the sandwich, then at you, and then, after a long moment of hesitation, he snatched it out of your hand. âFine, fine. Youâre lucky I canât stay mad when thereâs food involved.â
You grinned, relief washing over you. âYouâre easy to bribe.â
âYouâre easy to apologize to,â he shot back, taking a huge bite of the sandwich. âBut yeah⌠I forgive you.â
You relaxed, plopping down into a chair across from him as you watched him devour the food with the same efficiency that he handled everything in life. But there was still something in his eyesâsomething that looked a little off, even though he was joking around now.
And then, almost as if reading your thoughts, Ruggie spoke.
âHey,â he said, his voice quieter now, less playful. âI⌠I gotta admit something.â
You blinked, straightening up a little. âYeah?â
Ruggie leaned back in his chair, staring down at the sandwich in his hands. âI know we fought over something stupid, but... Iâve been thinking. I was scared, yâknow?â He let out a bitter laugh. âI thought maybe you were realizing you could do better than someone like me. I mean, look at meâIâm always hustling, always trying to scrape by. Penny-pinching, scheming⌠Iâm not like all those rich, flashy guys youâre surrounded by.â
His words hung in the air, and your heart squeezed at the vulnerability in his voice.
âRuggie,â you said softly, standing up and walking over to him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, making him look up at you. âWhat are you talking about? I donât care about any of that. I care about you.â
He frowned, glancing away. âYeah, but⌠itâs hard not to feel like Iâm just some background guy, yâknow? Like youâd get tired of me eventually.â
You shook your head, feeling a rush of affection for this boy who always acted like he had the world figured out but was still so worried about being left behind.
âYouâre wrong,â you said firmly, cupping his face in your hands. âYouâre not just âsome background guy.â Youâre everything to me. I donât care about money or schemes or any of that. Youâre smart, youâre funny, you make me laugh every day, and youâre always looking out for me, even when I donât deserve it.â
Ruggieâs eyes softened, his lips parting slightly like he didnât know what to say.
You smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his forehead. âAnd besides,â you whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, âif you think Iâm gonna find someone better than the guy who can steal a whole feast from the cafeteria without getting caught, youâre seriously underestimating how much I value your skills.â
That finally earned a chuckle from him, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a breath heâd been holding. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âOnly for you,â you teased, planting another kiss on his cheek, then another on the tip of his nose, and thenâjust because you couldâone more on his lips.
Ruggie, now thoroughly kissed, wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his lap. âI guess I canât stay mad at you, huh?â he murmured, his voice soft now, all the tension from earlier melting away.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rested your forehead against his. âNot when Iâm this cute.â
He snorted, nuzzling into you. âYeah, yeah. Just donât make a habit out of fighting with me, or Iâm gonna get spoiled from all these fancy apologies.â
You grinned. âDeal. As long as you promise to remember that youâre more than enough for me.â
Ruggie looked up at you, his usual mischievous grin returning, but there was something warmer in his eyes now, something softer. âYeah. Iâll remember.â
And with that, you pulled him in for another kiss, sealing the apology and the promise with a little extra love.
Jade Leech:
The silent treatment between you and Jade Leech had been going on for far too long now. And, sure, you could be stubborn. You could match his pettiness tit-for-tat. But at some point, even the most ridiculous battles need a ceasefire. And this particular cold war was starting to wear you both down.
The tension had grown so thick it could probably be bottled and sold as premium-grade eelskin moisturizer. You weren't sure what had gotten you both so worked up in the first placeâsomething about a miscommunication over a rare mushroom and your tendency to call out his cryptic grins. It snowballed from there.
But today, you were going to be the bigger person.
Which meant it was time to break the ice. And not with any ordinary apologyâoh, no. Jade Leech wasnât a man swayed by simple words and chocolates. You needed something grander, something that spoke to his peculiar interests and refined tastes.
And that's how you found yourself in the local black marketâer, highly exclusive specialty shopâshelling out way too much money for some ultra-rare terrarium material. You didnât know what it was, exactly. It was glowy, mossy, and something Jade would probably coo over like a proud parent. Perfect.
And you had a plan. Not just any apology planâoh no, you were going to kill this with a one-two punch of heartfelt apology and a sweet gesture that no petty argument could stand up to.
That evening, you found yourself standing outside Mostro Lounge with your rare terrarium goods tucked under one arm and a small, handmade "Iâm Sorry" cake under the other. Because if thereâs one thing Jade Leech loves, it's weird, rare plant materials.
The Mostro Lounge was quiet, the perfect setup for your grand gesture. You pushed open the door and slipped inside, only to find Jade sitting at one of the tables, clearly deep in thought.
You cleared your throat loudly, and his eyes flicked up to meet yours, narrowing slightly. Oh, good, he was still feeling salty.
"Jade," you called out in a dramatic, over-the-top tone, walking toward him like you were making a royal entrance. "I come bearing gifts. The finest of gifts." You carefully set the rare terrarium material on the table before pulling the cake out of the box with a flourish.
Jade raised an eyebrow, his expression carefully neutral. âAh, how⌠thoughtful. And what, pray tell, is this?â he asked, eyeing the mossy material as if it were an amusing trinket.
You straightened up, grinning. âA rare moss that only grows under the full moon in the volcanic pits of the Obsidian Islands. I fought off twelve merchants for it. I might have bruised a kidney in the process, but hey, it's worth it for you."
Jade blinked, but his lips twitched. "How charmingly excessive," he said, though his tone was still icy. âAnd the cake?â
You set the cake down with a proud smile. âHomemade. No eels were harmed in the making of it, I promise. Consider it a peace offering⌠because, you know⌠maybe weâve been a little ridiculous?â
Jadeâs eyes slid back to the terrarium material, then back to you, and you could see that familiar glint of amusement cracking through his carefully composed exterior. âA little ridiculous? Hmm, perhaps thatâs one way to put it.â
You rolled your eyes. âOh, câmon, Jade. Weâve both been petty, and itâs getting us nowhere. You donât want to be in this weird stalemate forever, do you?â
He tilted his head, regarding you with that infuriatingly polite smile. âI was under the impression that this was a competition to see who could hold out the longest. But perhaps I underestimated your resolve.â
You groaned, but before you could say anything snarky back, Jadeâs gaze softened. He looked down at the cake, then at the terrarium material, and sighedâa sound so small and uncharacteristically vulnerable that it made your chest tighten.
"Truth be told,â he murmured, âI was beginning to think that this was the final straw. That I had ruined something good by being⌠well, myself." His voice dropped in volume, and for once, there wasnât a hint of teasing or sarcasm in it.
You blinked. Waitâwhat?
Jade Leech thought you were going to leave him? You? Sure, you'd had fights before, but this one was different, wasnât it? Still, the way he looked at you nowâguard down, that polite mask starting to crumbleâit hit you like a ton of bricks.
âJadeâŚâ You set the cake aside and moved toward him, gently tugging him into a hug. âIâm not going anywhere. You donât get rid of me that easily.â
For a moment, he was stiff, still clinging to his composure. But then, ever so slowly, his arms wrapped around you, and he buried his face into your shoulder.
âI didnât realize how much this argument was bothering you,â you said softly, running your fingers through his hair. âI thought we were both being silly, but⌠I should have known better. I shouldâve just apologized sooner.â
Jade was quiet for a few long moments, his arms tightening around you. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than youâd ever heard it. âI wasnât sure if youâd come back. I thought perhaps youâd realized you deserved better than⌠well, someone like me. Someone so focused on... mischief."
You leaned back just enough to cup his face, forcing him to meet your eyes. âJade Leech, do you honestly think Iâd walk away because youâre⌠what, a little mysterious? Please. I love that about you.â You smiled, brushing a thumb over his cheek. âYouâre smart, and you make life interesting. You mean the world to me.â
Jadeâs eyes widened slightly, and for once, he looked genuinely surprised. Then, slowly, a small smile crept onto his lipsâsoft, real, and free of his usual smugness.
âYou have quite the way with words,â he murmured, leaning into your touch.
âIâve been practicing,â you teased, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.
Jade melted into the kiss, and when you finally pulled back, he looked more at ease than he had in days.
âThank you,â he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.
You kissed him again, softer this time, before pulling him into another tight hug. âNo more silent treatment, okay? Next time, letâs just talk things out before it gets ridiculous.â
Jade chuckled softly, nodding. âAgreed. Though I must say, your dramatic apology was quite entertaining.â
You grinned. âI aim to please.â
And with that, the two of you spent the rest of the evening laughing, eating cake, andâmost importantlyâmaking up. The argument was forgotten, and all that remained was the warmth of knowing that, no matter what, you and Jade would always find your way back to each other.
Kalim Al-Asim
It was completely out of character for you and Kalim to fight. Kalim Al-Asimâthe boy with the heart as bright as a thousand sunsâwasnât exactly the type to harbor negativity. Arguments just didnât happen between the two of you. Heâd smile, laugh it off, and find some extravagant way to make peace, usually involving some form of spontaneous celebration or showering you with gifts.
But this time, something had gone awry. The fight had left a sour taste in your mouth, and, even more surprising, you had given him the silent treatment for days.
Days! As if that was even possible. Kalim had tried to make things right, sending you lavish gifts, offering up trips to the oasis, and practically begging with those big, shimmering eyes. But you had stood firm, giving him the cold shoulder. It wasnât until now, while pacing your room, that you realized just how ridiculous it all was.
Kalim wasnât a bad guy. He wasnât even remotely deserving of being treated this way. Life was too short, and giving Kalim the silent treatment was like trying to dim the sun itself. It was painful, unnatural, and only left the world a little darker.
You had to apologize. But you couldnât just say sorry. Not for Kalim. No, you had to do something that would reach deep into his soul, something that screamed, âI am sorry for being a fool and depriving you of my radiant presence!ââin true Kalim fashion.
The door to Scarabia swung open with a flourish, and you marched in, carrying your âapologyâ in the most dramatic, over-the-top way possible. In your arms was a golden tray, laden with every dessert known to man.
Sweets from the farthest reaches of the desert, cakes stacked like miniature mountains, and the crown jewel: a massive tower of Baklava, glistening with honey and topped with an edible diamond (you might have gone a little overboard).
Kalim was sitting by the fountain in the common room, looking forlorn. But when he saw you approaching with this ridiculous confectionary masterpiece, his face lit up like a firework display. "Whaâ? Whatâs all this?!" he asked, scrambling to his feet.
You set the tray down with a flourish, sweeping an arm dramatically over the display. âKalim Al-Asim! I come bearing a humble offering. It may not be enough to express the depths of my regret, but I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me!â
Kalimâs face softened immediately, the ghost of a grin pulling at his lips. "Aww, you didnât have to do all this! I was just about to apologize to you, I swear!"
You shook your head dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear. âNo, Kalim! Iâve been a fool! Life without your smile is like the desert without waterâa barren wasteland of misery! Please, let me make it up to you with this absurdly lavish, entirely unnecessary, but very tasty display of affection.â
He burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. âOkay, okay, youâre forgiven! You didnât have to go this far!â He gave you a playful nudge, already eyeing the tower of sweets with a twinkle in his eye.
Naturally, Kalim being Kalim, his first instinct was to throw a party. âThis calls for a celebration!â he exclaimed. âLetâs invite everyone over, get the music going, andâ"
But something was off. His words were as excited as ever, but his smileâhis smile didnât reach his eyes. Normally, Kalim's enthusiasm was infectious, a hurricane of joy sweeping everyone up in its path. But now, there was a dimness to it, like someone had put a filter over the sunshine that was Kalim Al-Asim.
You narrowed your eyes. âWait a second.â You grabbed him by the arm, dragging him toward his room without explanation.
Kalim, too surprised to resist, blinked as you pulled him inside, shutting the door behind you. âWhatâs going on?â he asked, still trying to piece together what was happening.
âSit,â you commanded, pointing to the bed. He sat, confusion still written all over his face, and you kneeled beside him, hands resting on his knees. âAlright, spill it.â
âSpill what?â
âYou know what,â you said, voice softening now. âYour smile⌠it wasnât right. Thatâs not your real smile. Whatâs wrong, Kalim?â
He hesitated, looking down at his hands for a moment before sighing. âItâs justâŚâ He trailed off, fiddling with the fabric of his pants. âI donât like it when we fight. And I keep thinking... maybe you deserve someone better. Someone who wonât make you mad in the first place. Someone whoâs smarter, more⌠competent. I always mess up, donât I? And you shouldnât have to deal with that.â
Your heart clenched, and you felt a surge of both love and exasperation well up inside you. How could he think that? Him, of all people? You reached out, grabbing his face in both hands and squishing his cheeks together. âKalim,â you said sternly, âYou listen to me, and you listen good.â
His cheeks were smooshed, making him look utterly ridiculous, but he nodded as best as he could under your grip.
âI donât want someone else. I donât want someone more âcompetentâ or âsmarter.â I want you, Kalim Al-Asim. You, with your big heart, your endless optimism, and your ability to turn every day into a celebration. You mean everything to me, and no amount of silly arguments is going to change that.â
You released his cheeks, and he blinked at you, wide-eyed. âReally?â His voice was muffled and still slightly smooshed.
âReally,â you said, smiling warmly. âYouâre my sunshine, Kalim. Life would be so boring without you.â
Before he could say anything, you leaned in and peppered his face with kissesâon his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, anywhere you could reach. He laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within him, and you could finally see that brightness returning to his eyes. The real smile. The one that could light up an entire palace.
âOkay, okay! I believe you!â he managed to say between fits of laughter, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar warmth. âIâm sorry for being petty,â you murmured. âI love you, Kalim.â
His grip tightened around you, and you could feel him smiling against your hair. âI love you too. And hey, no more fighting, okay?â
You nodded against his chest, feeling the weight of the past few days lift off your shoulders. âNo more fighting. And no more throwing parties after apologies, okay? Letâs just⌠enjoy this.â
He chuckled softly. âDeal. But can we still eat the Baklava tower?â
You pulled back, grinning. âObviously.â
With that, the two of you sat there for a while longer, tangled in each otherâs arms, basking in the warmth of reconciliation. And for the first time in days, everything felt right again.
Rook Hunt
You had been giving Rook the silent treatment for far too long now. At first, it was easy to ignore his poetic attempts at reconciliationâhis dramatic speeches and flowers left in odd places (your shoes, under your pillow, even in your lunch). You had to admit, the guy was persistent, but you were stubborn. Stubborn, and maybe a bit petty.
But you missed him.
Which is why, today, youâd decided it was time to apologize. And not just any apology. No, no, no. This was Rook Hunt, the king of extravagance, drama, and all things flamboyant. If you were going to apologize, it had to be big.
You strutted through the hallways with purpose, a plan in place. Rook wouldnât know what hit him.
When you finally found him, he was in the courtyard, gazing wistfully into the distance like some sort of Renaissance painting brought to life. Of course. Typical Rook.
You cleared your throat loudly, enough to get his attention. When his head snapped toward you, his eyes widening, you saw the hopeful glimmer in them. But you didnât let him speakânot yet.
âNo need for words, Rook Hunt,â you announced dramatically, extending one arm out wide and placing a hand over your heart as if you were in a Shakespearean tragedy. âFor today, I come to seek your forgiveness!â
Rook blinked, clearly confused but intrigued. That was your in.
âI have wronged you, my dearest huntsman,â you continued, falling to your knees in a sweeping motion, as if you were collapsing under the weight of your guilt. âI have ignored you, punished you with silence for far too long, and for this, I am truly repentant.â
By now, Rook was staring at you, utterly captivated by your performance, which only encouraged you to go bigger.
âI have been petty, unreasonable, and blind to your affections,â you said, throwing your hands to the sky as if appealing to the heavens themselves. âBut today, I seek redemption! I beg of you, O Rook Hunt, forgive me, for I cannot live another day without hearing your flowery prose, without basking in your eccentric glory!â
Rookâs lips twitched, and he brought a hand to his mouth, clearly trying to hold back a laugh. But you werenât finished.
âTo prove my sincerity, I offer you a token,â you declared, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a single, crumpled daisy. You held it up to him with both hands as if it were a royal gift. âA humble flower, to represent the fragile beauty of our love. Please, accept it.â
Rook stared at the flower, then at you, before finally, he cracked. His laughter spilled out, echoing in the courtyard. He dropped to one knee in front of you, his shoulders shaking with amusement. âMon trĂŠsor, only you could outdo even my own dramatics.â
You gave him a triumphant grin, still holding out the flower. âSo⌠am I forgiven?â
Rookâs eyes softened as he reached out, taking the daisy from your hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world. âForgiven? You were never truly condemned, mon amour.â He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his usual playfulness shining through.
âGood,â you said, relieved. âI was running out of material.â
But just as you were about to stand, Rook moved faster. In a blink, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into the tightest hug youâd ever experienced. You were practically squished against him, and while you appreciated the affection, it was getting hard to breathe.
âRookâŚ?â you managed to mumble into his shoulder. âI canât⌠breathe.â
But he didnât let go. If anything, he hugged you tighter, burying his face into the crook of your neck. âI thought I had lost you,â he whispered, his voice low and shaky in a way that caught you off guard.
You paused, your heart sinking at the tone in his voice. Slowly, you pulled away, struggling a bit against his grip until you were able to meet his eyes. âRook? Whatâs wrong?â
He sighed, finally loosening his hold just enough to let you move, but he didnât let go entirely. His gaze flickered to the ground for a moment before he finally spoke. âI was afraid,â he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically small. âAfraid that my eccentricity⌠my quirks, my passion for the unusualâhad finally driven you away.â
You blinked in surprise. Rook, of all people, thinking you would get tired of him? The man whose energy practically radiated confidence, who seemed unshakable?
âRookâŚâ You reached up, cupping his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. âI love your quirks. I love how weird and dramatic and over-the-top you are. Itâs what makes you you.â You leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek. âAnd I wouldnât change a single thing.â
His eyes widened, but you didnât stop there. You kissed the other cheek, then his forehead, peppering his face with kisses until he started laughing softly under the onslaught.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered between kisses. âI was being petty, and I took it too far. I never wanted to hurt you like that.â
Rook shook his head slightly, but he didnât pull away from your affection. âYou have no need to apologize, mon cĹur. I just⌠I couldnât bear the thought of losing your light.â
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, lingering just long enough to make your point clear. âYouâll never lose me,â you said firmly, your forehead resting against his. âNot for being who you are. I love you, Rook. Every part of you.â
A soft smile spread across his lips as he leaned into you, his arms wrapping around you once moreâthough much gentler this time. âJe tâaime,â he murmured, his voice full of warmth. âMore than words can express.â
You grinned, pulling back just enough to kiss the tip of his nose. âI love you too, you dramatic dork.â
He chuckled, holding you close, and for a long moment, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms, sharing quiet kisses and soft words.
It was, in its own way, the most perfect apology you couldâve ever given.
Lilia Vanrouge:
It had been days since the argument. Days! And you could practically feel your willpower disintegrating with every second that passed.
It was completely out of character for you and Lilia to fight. Normally, Liliaâs mischievous grin could melt away any tension between the two of you, but this time, something had gone awry. The disagreement wasnât even over anything important, but you both had dug your heels in out of sheer stubbornness. Now, the silence stretched on like a never-ending opera that had lost its charm halfway through Act 2.
You were on the verge of cracking. If there was one thing you couldnât handle, it was seeing Lilia go a whole day without teasing you or giving one of his random, nonsensical life lessons. And now? There was just silence. Deafening silence.
Even worse, Malleus had started giving you the look. You knew the one: his trademark âkicked puppyâ expression, like you had personally thrown a thunderstorm over his parade. Every time you walked by, his wide, draconic eyes would lock onto yours, as if begging for you to fix things with Lilia.
The final straw came one evening, after Malleus lpoked at you like you had just told him all the gargoyles were being demolished.
That was it. You couldn't take it anymore.
Lilia was sitting in the Diasomnia common room, reading some old tome, looking as composed as ever. But you knew him better than that. His usual mischievous sparkle was missing, replaced by an uncharacteristic somberness.
You needed to apologize, but it couldnât just be any apology. No, this was Lilia Vanrouge. You had to match his energy with something equally as ridiculous and dramatic.
So, you walked into the room, threw yourself onto the ground, and sprawled out like a dramatic character in an ancient tragedy, arms spread wide, face contorted in over-the-top despair. "LILIA!" you wailed, your voice echoing off the stone walls. "I cannot bear it any longer! The weight of my guilt crushes me like a boulder atop my fragile soul! Forgive me, or I shall wither away into nothingness, a mere shadow of the person I once was!"
Lilia looked up from his book, eyes widening slightly at the sheer spectacle of your apology. You threw an arm over your face, dramatically flopping onto your side, as though consumed by your own sorrow.
"If you cannot find it in your heart to forgive me," you continued, "then I shall simply expire here and now! Right here, in the common room! My ghost will haunt these halls forever, wailing tragically, and Malleus will be even sadder than before!"
Lilia finally broke into a grin, setting his book down and crossing his arms, clearly amused. "Oh, dearest, you really are laying it on thick, arenât you?"
"Iâm serious!" you declared, sitting up with dramatic flair. "Look at meâthis is the face of someone whoâs very sorry! And if I have to do more, then I will escalate! I will serenade you in the courtyard! Or... or bake you something!" You paused. "Actually, no. I wouldn't subject you to my cooking. But something dramatic will happen!"
Lilia let out a laugh, the tension that had hung between you two finally dissipating with his amusement. "Alright, alright. I believe you." He stood, walking over to where you were still sprawled out on the floor like some sort of tragedy-stricken poet. "You are forgiven."
You blinked up at him, suddenly feeling a rush of relief. You stood, brushing yourself off and giving him a lopsided grin. "Thanks, Lilia. I missed you."
But just as you were about to revert back to normal, Lilia's expression shiftedâhis amusement fading into something softer, something deeper. His hands, usually light and playful, gently gripped your arms as he looked at you with an intensity that made your heart ache.
âThough,â he began, his voice uncharacteristically quiet, âthereâs something I need to say.â
You blinked, tilting your head as he continued. "Your recklessness... it scares me sometimes," he admitted, his playful tone gone, replaced with genuine vulnerability. "Iâve seen too much, lost too much over the years. And I worry. I worry that one day, youâll be the one I lose. And I canât... I canât stand the thought of that.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but he kept going, his grip tightening slightly. âIâve lived for so long, but youâyouâre the brightness in this endless existence. I never thought Iâd find someone like you. And now that I have, the thought of you being the one that got awayââ He shook his head, his voice faltering. âIt terrifies me. So Iâm begging you⌠stay. Stay with me. Forever.â
Your heart clenched at his words. It was rare for Lilia to be this open, this raw. He always wore his playful mask, but right now, that mask had completely fallen away, leaving only the ancient fae who had seen too much and was so afraid of losing more.
Without thinking, you surged forward and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Iâm not going anywhere, Lilia," you whispered into his shoulder, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I promise. As long as youâll have me, Iâm staying."
He clung to you, his small frame surprisingly strong as he hugged you back, as though afraid that if he let go, you might disappear. You could feel his breath hitch, and you pulled back just enough to look at him, your heart breaking at the sight of the unshed tears in his eyes.
Gently, you leaned in and began peppering his face with soft kissesâon his cheeks, his closed eyelids, his lips. âI love you more than words can express, Lilia Vanrouge,â you murmured between kisses. âIâm sorry for being petty, for making you worry. Iâm staying. Forever.â
Lilia smiled through his tears, leaning into your affection, his fingers gently brushing your hair as he held you close. âYouâre far too good to me,â he whispered, his voice a little shaky. âThank you.â
You hugged him tightly again, resting your head against his shoulder, and for a long moment, the two of you simply stood there, wrapped in each otherâs arms. The fight seemed so far away now, the pettiness and stubbornness replaced with a warmth that filled you both from the inside out.
After a while, Lilia pulled back just enough to look at you, his usual mischievous grin finally returning to his face. âThough, I have to admit, your dramatic apology was rather impressive. I might have to start a new trend of grandiose reconciliations.â
You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in days. âDonât get any ideas. I donât think I could top that performance.â
âOh, donât worry,â Lilia teased, pulling you in for another kiss. âIâll handle the dramatics from now on.â
And with that, you melted into his arms once again, the fight nothing but a distant memory as you basked in the warmth of each otherâs love.
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you gotta look out for the quiet ones | oscar piastri social media au
pairing: oscar piastri x fem musician!reader
a surprise appearance from y/n in the formula one paddock raises some questions, but the rumour mill will never guess who she's there to see...
MASTERLIST | TIP JAR
note: olivia rodrigo is the face claim but i'll be pulling from her music as well as taylor swift!
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f1: there's paddock guests and there's paddock guests, y/n y/ln is here for the bahrain grand prix!
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user1: MOTHER WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?
user2: this is not what i expected to see this friday morning
user3: okay i've only ever heard of y/n y/ln through others but like she must be dedicated to be there for friday as well
user4: certified y/n superfan here! y/n has always said she's a massive fan of f1 - she hasn't been asked about it recently but when she was last asked about it she said she grew up loving jenson button!
jensonbutton: @yourusername i see you have amazing taste
yourusername: how could i not love the playboy of f1?
user3: okay she knows what she's talking about, i guess it's time to have a little listen to her music
user5: okay so what garage is she going to be in?
user6: ferrari đ¤đť
user7: did we not just see this ^^^ she's clearly going to be in the mclaren garage
user8: if she has any sense she'll be in the mercedes garage with sir lewis hamilton
user9: what about the literal world champions?
user10: shut the fuck up (i would like to see max blush and stutter tho)
user11: i love how y/n said she's taking a year off of music after her tour and we're immediately seeing her here, there and everywhere
user12: living her true sports nerd life and i love that for her
landonorris: i promise that mclaren have the best hospitality xx
user13: oh brother are we about to see some lando norris snapchat u up flirting?
alexalbon: this is tragic
georgerussell63: make sure you don't tell her about the massive poster you had of her that you practiced kissing on!
georgerussell63: whoops!
landonorris: i am in your walls george
user14: well.. that was something, i don't think we'll see her in the mclaren garage anytime soon now
logansargeant: @oscarpiastri i hope you brought your vinyl to be signed
oscarpiastri: i didn't want to risk it on the plane, it's limited edition đ
user15: wait so oscar is also a y/n fan ???
user16: not this mclaren battle for y/n's attention
user17: lets be real, there's no competition here - there's no way she wouldn't choose lando
user18: i'm tired of you people sleeping on oscar (pun intended)
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yourusername: i had so much fun the first time round, i thought i'd come by again
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user25: okayyyy i thought the girlies on twitter were delusional but the second race in a row ... i fear there's another incentive
user26: once again, she's been a massive fan of the sport and has a ton of disposable money why wouldn't she go to a load of races?
landonorris: can't wait to see you again this weekend, i'll get you that win i promised
alexalbon: nurse he's talking to himself again
georgerussell63: this is crazy thirsting to do in front of 21 million people
landonorris: i assure you i'll be the one with the last laugh here
maxverstappen1: sure you will buddy, it's good to see you so confident
user27: are they gentle parenting lando?
user28: bro is about to get his heart broken they're actually being good friends
user29: idk i think he's still the one in the paddock with the best shot
user30: i gotta get this delusion all lando fans seem to have
carlossainz55: i think you'd look great in red â¤ď¸
charles_leclerc: oh gosh....
carlossainz55: they don't call me the smooth operator for no reason, just sit back and watch the magic
maxverstappen1: you fucking morons do realise you're proclaiming this in a PUBLIC instagram comment section that everyone INCLUDING y/n can see?
user31: this is a mess ... keep going!
oscarpiastri: i celebrated my win here in 2021 with the release of sour - i know you're on a sabbatical but any chance of a surprise single?
user32: yall getting on lando and carlos for their bad flirting when oscar is stinking up the gaff with his attempts
yourusername: i'm so sorry to tell you this but no surprise single, but i can show you some demos?
oscarpiastri: please, please, please! good 4 u is my scream in the car song
user33: i just know oscar was streaming traitor when his DRS failed for the ten billionth time
oscarpiastri: it went platinum in my car yes
yourusername: i imagine it's even better at 200mph
oscarpiastri: i'd be happy to show you anytime
yourusername: carpool karaoke x hot laps when?
oscarpiastri: name a time and i'm there
user34: why is oscar trying so hard bro she's not going to choose you
user35: and yet he's the only one she replied to ... makes you think
user36: you guys are miserable because i'd literally do anything to see them singing in a car together
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oscarpiastri: jeddah you were okay i guess
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user37: holy soft launch
user38: and right after flirting up a storm with Y/N Y/LN
user39: first of all, oscar is a fan of y/n so it could've definitely been from a platonic point of view
user40: it has to be platonic cause bro had no chance to start with and has a gf ???
landonorris: i'm sorry what is this ?
oscarpiastri: an instagram post, would hope you would know what that is if you're already on the app
landonorris: don't get smart with me mister
oscarpiastri: you got smart first đ¤¨
landonorris: what happened to my sweet rookie?
oscarpiastri: he's still 23 years old ?
landonorris: i need to meet this mystery woman who has seemed to give you all this sass
user41: prema girlies know that this sass has always been here
user42: but i'm glad it's coming out in f1
yourusername: okay i guess? you slayed mr piastri and i won't hear anything less than that
oscarpiastri: okay it was a bit of a slay
yourusername: a bit?
oscarpiastri: a big slay then
yourusername: stop talking down on yourself otherwise you'll have me to deal with
oscarpiastri: that is not the threat you think it is
yourusername: it's not a threat it's a promise x
user43: excuse me what the fuck was that ^
user44: i can't tell if they're flirting or if y/n just feels sorry for him?
user45: they did get coffee like once this weekend so maybe they're just friends
user46: they have to be because there's no way that is y/n in this soft launch
user47: there's no way oscar piastri could woo the y/n y/ln idk why people are even suggesting it
user48: and i think even flirting with her is a bit weird considering his teammate has made it so obvious he likes her
user49: oscar doesn't seem to be the type to step on toes but we'll see
logansargeant: if that's who i think it is i am going to fight you for not telling me straight up
oscarpiastri: i'll meet you in the parking lot i guess
logansargeant: be there or be square
user50: what does logan know that we don't ???
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f1tea: now she's attended THREE races in a row, i think it's okay to start the conversation about her being with one of the drivers... so here's our theories!
lando: he's been on this train the longest and has the old thirst tweets to back it up. he's been spotted talking to her numerous times at races and has been camping in her comment section since bahrain
carlos: he has also been in her comments since bahrain and has been seen with her in the paddock - less than lando but y/n has worn red a couple times in the paddock so??
lewis: y/n was blushing up a storm when they were spotted together and i honestly think if the age gap wasn't so big they would be so cute together
liam: an outside shout but this guy was stuck to her side the whole time she was at red bull
charles: they have spoken a lot in the paddock, i don't think it's him but omg imagine them together
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user54: not this oscar erasure - i.e. the only driver she's actually interacted with online
user55: if it's oscar i will literally streak across the track at the next race
user56: admin snuck liam in there like we wouldn't notice
user57: idk why they think that liam is a better shout than oscar
user58: i think all the fangirling from oscar defo put him straight into the friend zone
user59: idk about you guys but i've actually listened to y/n's music and her album after her last breakup suggests that she might like someone who appreciates her craft and publicly supports her
user60: yeah but she also deserves a boyfriend that's on her level
user61: oscar is a literal f1 driver?
user60: yeah but he's not cute enough
user62: to YOU
user63: omg just say you have no taste and bounce gosh
user64: how did lando become a frontrunner in this?
user65: i think because he's liked her the longest? and has been the most insistent
user66: i hate to say this but just because you like someone and said it first, does not mean you are entitled to actually date them
user67: i will laugh my ass off if she's not with any of these fools
user68: bro took a year off of music to have some fun and now is linked to everyone and their mum
user69: unfortunately this is the way it goes although if she does become a wag (tho be real, whoever is with her is the wag) i shall be enjoying her paddock outfits
user70: carlos vs oscar i think i've seen this film before
user71: oh trust me off track there is no competition
user72: you people are so mean
user73: oscar will win again, mark my words. i'm not sure if carlos can cry to the fia about that tho
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user74: AHHHHHHHHHH A MAN
user75: who the fuck wears jeans on a hammock she needs to run away from this man he's clearly a psychopath
maxverstappen1: you went to see quokkas without me??? does our friendship mean nothing ???
yourusername: it's not considered normal to invite friends to a date
maxverstappen1: boring. i will remember this when you try and get some red bull from our hospitality
yourusername: nO PLEASE
maxverstappen1: no, for this you must suffer through the piss they put in monster cans
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maxverstappen1: well you should've thought more of our friendship :P
yourusername: you are impossible. no more limited edition merch for you
maxverstappen1: WHAT
user76: for all this love life speculation i am loving this max and y/n friendship
user77: but... the monster comment... it has to be lando right? monster sponsor mclaren
user78: i think this is the most confirmation we're getting right now
user79: they're so cute
oscarpiastri: i am glad the homeland is treating you well :)
yourusername: i've only had one scary insect encounter so win!
oscarpiastri: we'll have to get you some real australian delicacies this weekend
yourusername: i've heard of grandma's baking so i'm excited!
oscarpiastri: we've got a tupperware box with your name on it
yourusername: ugh i love you guys
user80: the monster comment pointed to mclaren but there's only one of them in the comments...
user81: i mean this is a soft launch so it would make sense that lando wouldn't comment if they're trying to throw people off of their scent
user82: the mental gymnastics you people are doing is insane
user83: literally just admit that your driver just doesn't have the sauce like that
user84: and oscar piastri does???
user85: STOP SLEEPING ON HIM HE'S LITERALLY GETTING HER HOME-BAKED GOODS
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oscarpiastri: home win means more than you could ever know. and you can stop theorising now, i may be a nerd but i've still got game.
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user89: HHAHHHAHHAHAHAHHA THAT'S MY AUSSIE
user90: stunting his stunning gf on all these delusional fangirls
yourusername: now i can finally say it: I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU
yourusername: and i'm proud of you
yourusername: forever and always
oscarpiastri: maybe i was so fast because i knew there was a literal angel waiting for me back in my garage
yourusername: oh so the other races i came to i just didn't look good enough for you to win :(
oscarpiastri: NO NO NO you're always the most beautiful woman in any room
oscarpiastri: but this time you're wearing my jersey and my name
yourusername: i guess i'll never take it off again
oscarpiastri: you might not take it off, but that doesn't mean i won't
yourusername: ehhhehehhehheeh hurry up in debrief :P
user91: oscar piastri i am so sorry i was not familiar with your game
user92: i for one had complete faith in that bumbling fool
yourusername: as you should, he may have stuttered through the lines, but he's one smooth operator
carlossainz55: that's my nickname? please stop rubbing salt in the wound
yourusername: it was better than your attempts. and better than whatever the fuck you've been doing on the track - keep your dumptruck away from oscar
user93: y/n defending oscar, consider me moved
user94: okay fave celeb couple just dropped
landonorris: HOW LONG HAS THIS BEING GOING ON? HOW LONG HAVE YOU LET ME FLIRT WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND? HOW DID I LOSE TO YOU?
yourusername: watch your tone.
landonorris: sorry???
oscarpiastri: we've been together nearly a year. i didn't 'let' you flirt with my girlfriend i tried to tell you but you ignored me at every turn. you didn't lose to me, there was never any competition.
yourusername: best year of my life 𫶠and lando i tried to tell you, maybe listen to oscar for once đ
oscarpiastri: awwwwww i love you đ
yourusername: i love you too osc xx
user95: not them dancing on lando's dead body đ
logansargeant: I FUCKING KNEW IT YOU SON OF A BITCH
oscarpiastri: never doubt me again eagle boy
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yourusername: if you saw me ugly crying on live tv - no you didn't. i'm so proud of you osc, my beautiful boy.
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user96: i think y/n was all of us
user97: absolutely screaming at all of the y/n fans on twitter having a meltdown and trying to figure out how f1 works
user98: this was me, am i really going to learn about tyre compounds because y/n is dating a driver? yes!
maxverstappen1: i am very happy for you both but enjoy the win while it lasts oscar i have a score to settle after being ABANDONED on the quokka date
yourusername: once again it was a DATE which is for the two people in the relationship, not the weird third guy with attachment issues
maxverstappen1: well jokes on you i do have attachment issues and now i've latched onto you and oscar which means you're contractually obligated to come to every race now
yourusername: ok?
oscarpiastri: it's okay max with our combined powers, y/n will have to stick around she hates making us sad
yourusername: it's true :(
user99: not lando fumbling yet another lead
yourusername: he never had a chance to begin with
oscarpiastri: đ
user100: this is another level of teammate psychological warfare
landonorris: i am a victim of a smear campaign
oscarpiastri: smear campaign being you flirting with my girlfriend after she told you she had a boyfriend
landonorris: I DIDN'T HEAR HER
yourusername: i said it multiple times 𤨠and SOFT LAUNCHED OSCAR AND YOU STILL TRIED
georgerussell63: looks like it's back to the poster now lando
yourusername: and for the record ^^ this is very creepy
landonorris: THAT WAS LIKE TEN YEARS AGO
alexalbon: that's what you want us to think ...
user101: i am screaming at them rubbing it in lando's face
user102: kind of deserved LOL but funny nonetheless
oscarpiastri: all things aside, i'm so glad you could be there for my first win! i love you so much and can't wait to spend there rest of my life with you, even if it means my teammate flirts with you everyday
yourusername: i love you too osc, i'm sure you'll win so many more
oscarpiastri: i'm counting on it ;)
landonorris: I AM SORRY HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT
yourusername: you gonna let oscar have the upgrades first?
landonorris: no?
yourusername: then i will guilt you at every corner đ¤¨
fin. i know, i know. guilty as sin is coming but i just wanted to get this out. i had to come home from silverstone early cause of a mechanical dnf (foot stopped working and had heat stroke and a cold at the same time). but i had a great time while i was there and met a load of drivers with lando and alex signing my hat !!!!!
#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 instagram au#f1 x you#f1 social media au#f1#oscar piastri instagram au#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri x you#oscar piastri#oscar piastri imagine#oscar piastri social media au
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watching the tmmn fandom lose their shit over the alien but i was always and will die a masaya aoyama fan
#the love interest ever#spoilers ahead:#his character is literally SO funny likeâŚ. literally an alien overlord#but itâs so cool to me that it was worked into his character from the very beginning#and we had HINTS#the fact he cares abt the environment and isnât close to ANYONE#(bc heâs an alien overlord who hates humanity for taking his speciesâ planet only to destroy it)#but is ~strangely attracted~ to the one girl w the power to stop it#& then his powers start manifesting & he forgets his own mid point between alien leader & human#to becomeâŚ.. blue Link from Legend of Zelda (real)#literally heâs so looked down on for being a ââbasicââ love interest & seen as boring but#YEAH⌠THATS THE IDEA#HES BORING BC HES JUST TRYING TO BLEND IN#HES BORING BC HE HAS NO FRIENDS BC HE HATES ALL HUMANS#heâs boring until the rage takes over & he accidentally creates *checks notes* the Grand Canyon?#& u know what. he did deserve to be happy in the end w the one he loves. Iâm saying it#idc abt the tragic blond boy for once#or the sadistic alien#the nice guy wins this one & im okay w it#this anime means the world to me itâs the first one I ever watched#like I watched the dub on popgirl with zoe & mark LMFAO#& now like 10 years later (20 years after it first came out) I get to experience it again#im rlly excited
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I feel sorry for Orin
repurposed from an old Reddit post of mine
Edit: Wrote an epilogue fic where my Durge, Sofija, seeks redemption for her sister with the Gods
Raised from birth in the Bhaal cult and has never known ANYTHING else. Literally the result of incest between her mom and Sarevok (her father AND grandfather) - and for her entire life is actively manipulated and groomed to worship her "Grandfather" second only to Bhaal (leaving a disgusting implication that Sarevok might eventually try again). Literally every single day of her life spent in a murder cult, never knowing anything else.
Her mother is actively manipulated when Orin is seven to try to kill her daughter, only for Orin to reflexively kill her first, at which point Orin was briefly possessed by Bhaal himself (per some Sarevok dialogue). AT AGE SEVEN. And even from a young age, Orin's true gift is her artistry, a talent that outside the Bhaal cult probably could have been nurtured into something phenominal, but inside the cult is twisted into a sinisterness in the kill that, when she's out of earshot is decried as wasteful.
She eventually rises through the ranks (never have had any choice), having never felt a meaningful moment of compassion or kindness and, desperate to be cared about, sees the power and fear and respect her bloodkin (The Dark Urge) has gained and uses their hubris to take them out.
Ironically, in the timeline where Durge lives, they get a gift Orin couldn't even dream of - a 2nd chance. With their brain scrambled and the tadpole present but being interfered with, the Dark Urge got a chance to be someone new. (Whether they accept or reject that 2nd chance, they at least got a choice this time).
What did Orin get for her troubles? Her (grand)father openly coveted to either take her out, or worse, take her out - when the time was right, her own allies both detested her (Gortash openly revels at the idea of working with the Dark Urge again)
and most brutally, if you manage to confront her with the truth, any of it? About Sarevok, about her mother, etc? She immediately believes you. And for one (1) moment, maybe there's hope for her.
Hope that Bhaal immediately rips away; an Orin confronted with the truth and showing even the slightest hesitation is immediately forcibly transformed into the Slayer by Bhaal himself, with a strong implication that the core of the old Orin is gone forever win, lose, or draw. "No more doubts, no more fears, no more Orin. Become murder.". Seeing what Bhaal's reaction was the moment Orin had one (1) instant of hesitation also confirms that she'd likely have never had the chance to choose differently, either Bhaal would always step in or else she'd eventually meet her end.
Imagine the AU where Orin takes her CLEAR flair and artistic talent to become a truly great artist. Where she gets the same second chance that Durge got - If she'd been able to use her talent for impersonation and desire to great to do something powerful instead of being forced by her family from childhood into the family business of murder.
She literally never had a chance. Even Bane and Myrkul and their respective cults were never so unfathomably cruel, and she never knew anything else.
At least for my own first game, though, my Durge recognized that without her "sister," she'd have never gotten the chance to save the world, never met Shadowheart, never stopped a century worth of Ketheric's torture on Dame Aylin, never set in motion the liberation of the Githyanki...In the right world states, Orin unwittingly saved the world, but it's a world she'll never get to see or know, and probably never could have.
That's tragic as hell.
#baldur's gate 3#orin the red#orin#orin bg3#bg3 orin#dark urge#the dark urge#durge#durge bg3#bhaal#bhaalspawn#sarevok#bg3#baldurs gate 3#canon#bg3 durge#orin as gortash
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I literally wouldnât have cared if they decided to pull a Cyberpunk Edgerunners and kill off our entire main cast save for one or two characters and let the bad guys(the establishment) win. Tragedy isnât the problem. The problem is the way they went about it. The show had so many plot threads to tie up, there was never any time to truly reckon with all the tragedies that were occurring.
Ekko losing his tree because of Arcane poisoning would be tragic. Notice I said âwould beâ because that plot line is literally never addressed again. It gets brought up, and then forgotten about. Vi being hit by her girlfriend after she makes the decision to put on the uniform of her oppressors and contribute to oppressing her own people in pursuit of a little sister who she canât accept has changed is tragic on multiple levels! Thatâs some compelling shit! But the show never meaningfully addresses these issues or lets Vi react to them without throwing her into a new situation where she has to fight and lose something again. All Vi has ever done her entire life is try and fail to protect her loved ones. She gets punished for trying. Itâs almost like the universe itself is out to get her! But we never see Vi break down and pick herself back up. We never see her make any choices to do whatâs best for her. The plot decided for her and thatâs the problem!
Vi and Jinx deciding to go their separate ways after all that theyâve been through wouldâve been tragic. These two sister who love each other more than anything having to break apart for who knows how long and holding onto the hope that maybe they can reunite and be sisters again is gut wrenchingâŚor at least it WOULD be if they actually decided to separate! Vi didnât decide to leave her sister, Jinx didnât decide to leave Vi, the narrative forced them apart! The narrative keeps ripping them away from each other and itâs starting to feel intentional. Trying to tell the audience that the only way Vi can truly be happy and choose herself is by having her baby sister die and being forced to live with her girlfriend in a city that will be extremely discriminatory towards her is not it. Iâm not saying that Vi and Jinx have to ride off into the sunset together. But I am saying that if going their separate ways really was for the best, the show wouldnât spend so much time trying to convince us of that. It would just happen organically. Which, to me, it didnât
Jinx losing Isha was yet another tragedy! But the show doesnât really show Jinx grieving and then deciding to fight for what she believes in after Ekko convinces her to try. She tried to kill herself five times. FIVE TIMES!!! How on Earth did she go from that to a badass piloting an airship, dripped out with her new outfit and steeled sense of resolve? We donât know because it happened offscreen! I understand the show had time constraints, but come on. This plot line deserved more time to shine. Sevika being on the Council is a tragedy. Itâs an empty gesture for one, and majority rules for two. That means Sevika will be forced to try to barter for Zaunâs freedom while being surrounded by a bunch of classist Piltie pricks who despise her and everything she stands for. She will be talked over and talked down to. Thatâs not a happy ending! But the show frames it like it is! And Iâm sorry but if you canât watch interviews of the writers saying their thoughts on the show and you genuinely believe that they have the range to write Sevika being on the Council as thoughtful commentary? No commentđđđ
Caitlynâs corruption arc is yet another tragedy! Both because of what happened to her AND the fact that the arc wasnât done! Caitlynâs arc was supposed to show how no matter how âgoodâ and âkindâ a privileged person believes them self to be, their unconscious bias and prejudice against the out group will rear its ugly head the second they experience a fraction of what the marginalized group has been experiencing for centuries. It was so easy for Caitlyn to say âI understand now. How easy it is to hate them.â âThose animals!â âI thought you were different, but youâre not. Itâs her blood in your veins!â How easy it was for her to weaponize The Gray. How easy it was for her to work with Ambessa and co sign martial law despite knowing better. How easy it was for her to risk killing a child just to get to Jinx. Thatâs super compelling! But the problem is we never see Caitlyn wrestle with her decisions. Guilt should be eating her ALIVE and all we get is a complete 180 from her after a time skip! Then she does nothing to redeem herself! And once again, no the writers absolutely did not intend that to be commentary on how the privileged are able to get away with things the lower class would be imprisoned/killed for. If they did then Caitlyn couldâve had a confrontation with someone from Zaun, whether that be Sevika, Ekko, Jinx, Vi or someone else, where they call her out on her hypocrisy. Then we would see her wrestle with that and realize the monster that sheâs become.
Unfortunately, all these tragedies are not given the proper narrative weight they deserve. Or theyâre not treated as tragedies when they so clearly are! THATâS the problem! Itâs not tragedy, itâs the framing! And itâs the way yâall are so condescending whenever someone criticizes the show. Why is every single critique met with âYou didnât watch/understand the showâ? Why is it always âWhat were you expecting?â âYouâre just mad it didnât go your way.â âYouâre just a hater.â âYou have no idea how hard writing a script is.â âThey planned the story from the beginning, this is how it was supposed to be.â And on and on and on. Itâs exhausting! Why is it so hard for yâall to understand that it is possible to understand and have love for something but still have gripes with it? It doesnât mean I love the show any less! It just means Iâd love it even more if not for these certain aspects of it. Thatâs it, thatâs allđ¤ˇđžââď¸đ¤ˇđžââď¸đ¤ˇđžââď¸
#arcane#arcane critical#arcane fandom critical#this fandom is insufferable because of its dick riders not because of its critics#arcane season two
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people often use snowâs experiences with lucy gray as an explanation for how he engages with katniss, but i think that the true story of his downfall lies not in how lucy gray and katniss are similar, but rather in how they are different.
snow knew that it was never him that made the games what they are. it was lucy gray, with her scrappy, passionate artistry, that put on the show that kept people watching. more importantly, it was lucy gray that put on the show that kept HIM watching. all he ever did was give her the stage.
ergo, snow recognizes that the person with the power to usurp him is his natural counterpart, someone like lucy gray, who possessed both the charisma and humanity that he sorely lacks. however, in his mind, those traits are not real; theyâre performed in order to obtain power. how could he know better, when heâs never experienced them himself, and the only person he ever truly believed possessed them betrayed him?
so snow keeps his eye out for performers, people with gravitas who could capture the heart of the nation, and squashes their spark as soon as he can. people like haymitch. people like finnick.
and thatâs where snow goes wrong. he doesnât see katnissâ similarities to lucy gray from the start, because while they both demonstrate astonishing, intriguing bravery at their reapings, their actions and motivations are completely different. lucy gray is motivated to perform by anger for herself, and katniss is motivated to sacrifice herself by fear for her sister.
but then katniss starts to put on a show for the audience, kissing peeta and being willing to die with the berries at the end of the 74th games. snow starts to see an entirely different side of katniss that resembles lucy gray to a concerning degree. he sees how, with peeta at her side, she could beguile the nation the same way lucy gray had. and, even worse, she was using the poor, helpless boy who had the misfortune of falling in love with her to survive. the moment katniss started performing, he finally sees lucy gray within her. but itâs already too late.
by catching fire, katniss is the spark fanning the flames of the resistance, but snow fails to understand why. as far as heâs concerned, katnissâ star power comes from her connection to peeta. he tries to weaponize their âloveâ for his own gain, but it doesnât work, not because people donât believe that she loves peeta, but because, for the first time, a victor offers their winnings to the family of a fallen tribute.
snow is caught in a catch 22 of seneca craneâs makingâif he kills katniss, she becomes a martyr. but if he lets her live, sheâll be a revolutionary icon. either way, sheâs the spark. so he has no choice but to allow the spark to flicker, just for a little while. enter the 75th games. snow knows he needs katniss to die a tragic death in the games. more specifically, he needs it to be a brutal death at the hands of a tribute, not the gamemakers, because he understands that as long as the districts see the capitol as the one who ended the life of katniss everdeen, sheâll still be a martyr.
but snow still doesnât get it. in the quarter quell, the prey does not become predator. katnissâ allies protect her, ensuring she survives until district 13 rescues her. why would they protect this girl, assuming such a steep personal risk? why would they put everything on the line for a revolution they personally stand to benefit little from? he doesnât know. but he does know that lucy gray katniss is at the center of it all, so he tries to eliminate what makes her look best: peeta.
and that is snowâs fatal mistake. what he, coin, and everyone but haymitch fail to understand is that it was never peeta that made katniss look goodâit was katniss, who befriended and put faith in rue. katniss, who recruited mags, wiress, and beetee as allies. she is the source of revolutionary inspiration. it isnât her charisma or even her compassion, and it certainly isnât how well she performed those virtues.
katniss becomes the mockingjay because of her solidarity.
lucy gray was charismatic, like peeta, and compassionate, like both peeta and katniss, but she did not demonstrate solidarity. she was never truly âdistrictâ in the way katniss is. she showed kindness to jessup, not because he was from 12, but because he showed kindness to her. lucy gray left behind everything and everyone she loved when she left coriolanus, because she was first and foremost a survivor.
katniss was a survivor her whole life, but she survives exclusively to ensure the people she loves are protected. she always does what she can for people more vulnerable than herself. lucy gray couldnât have sparked a revolution on her own because she lacked the solidarity that makes a hope for a better future authentic to others. katniss is the human manifestation of solidarity, and to a people divided by a common enemy, thatâs the most inspiring thing a person can be.
only in the end, when katniss shoots coin, does snow realize none of it was a performance. choking on the blood of his countless adversaries, snowâs final moments are consumed by what he got wrong. what made lucy gray and katniss different ends his reign, but ironically, the final nail in his coffin is an act that both lucy gray and katniss share in their last moments with snow. they both prove, unequivocally, that he is not the center of their worlds like they are his. lucy gray put her own survival before her love for him, and katniss puts the future of her nation before her hate for him. in the end, he simply doesnât matter. and thatâs greater justice than could have ever been achieved if katniss had fired her arrow into his heart.
the greatest enemy to coriolanus snow could only be the person who reignited the embers of a dying revolutionary fire, who demonstrated to a broken people that while one spark alone might not be enough, thousands of sparks uniting in solidarity is an unbeatable force.
and really, he should have known better. after all, even when snow lands on top, fire melts snow.
#tbosas#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#snow#katniss#katniss everdeen#peeta#peeta mellark#coriolanus#thg#thg series#the hunger games#the hunger games trilogy#catching fire#mockingjay#everlark
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Uhhhhhhhh..... I have some........ thoughts.
Whoops! Sorry everyone!
the thomas thorne affair is clearly better than redding weddy. this is not a judgement on redding weddy but the thomas thorne affair is the third-best episode of the show and redding weddy is not
#bbc ghosts#i somehow missed the thomas thorne affair when i first watched the show#i missed some episodes and frogot others cause i was drowning in essays i had to write#and tbh when i did a marathon recently of all 5 seasons#the thomas thorne affair was the episode that switched me#from 'i like thomas as a comedy device for this show' to 'i like thomas as a character and a person'#it changes SO MUCH about him#the whole concept of 'you stay how you die' isn't nessecarily limited to your physical condition#he wasnt always so hot blooded and obsessive about women every single day of his life as he is most days as a ghost#but he died in a fit of passion desperately trying to defend and grasp at a love he thought was slipping through his fingers!#he died thinking of nothing but a woman he was desperately in love with and how he needed to be with her. everything was about her#thats the state he 'lives' in now. forever.#also the differing retelling of events is a lot of fun and very funny#but its also really good in that its all the fun of a whodunnit before you even know youre watching a whodunnit!#because the problem for me (and other people ive talked to about it)#is that no matter how much you enjoy whodunnit mysteries. when you know youre watching one you scrutinise EVERYTHING#like you dont nessecarily expect to win. but youre essentially racing the text to try and figure it out before it tells you#that can be fun as well. but as a result its hard to feel as though youre being taken on a fun journey or going along for the ride#but if you dont know that youre looking for clues for something. you can have that experience of following the narrative as its told to you#you can still analyse it and have thoughts about it. but its less of a race to figure something out#which ALSO has the effect of making it a huge shift when it turns out this was essentially a murder mystery the whole time#you know its a story about a murder. but they really bury the lede on the mystery element#also also to put it in more specific words. before the episode my opinion on thomas was that he was wilfully ignoring Allison's discomfort#which can be funny sometimes if the text makes it clear that the joke is on the person making people uncomfotable#like we're meant to laugh at the 'perpetrator' and not the person who is experiencing discomfort#but the circumstances of the day he died made me realise#thomas is literally doing the best he can to 'love' Allison without making her uncomfortable. and failng miserably at it#and thats really tragic. and really interesting. and sorry to be mean thomas but its also really funny#i dont know if these thoughts are coherent. i dont know if these opinions are correct.#but I'll tell you what they definitely are: written down.
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At The Pleasure Of The Crown (Part 2)
Summary: Aegon and his wife regularly visit the silk streets. One night they happen upon Aemond behind one of the curtains, the rest is history.
18+ ONLY MDNI Targcest, smut, infidelity, manipulation, etc.
Aegon Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader
Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader
Part 1
Aegon and Aemond have been at war from the time they were boys. Over what exactly, neither can say. For Aegonâs part, heâs never truly known the love of his mother, not the way Aemond did. Mayhaps that is where it started.
The tree remembers, the axe forgets.
Despite the teasing his elder brother inflicted upon him, Aemond wanted only to win his approval; and that of his father. Marrying Y/N boosted Aegonâs worth in Viserysâ eyes, while Aemond remained the boy irreparably damaged, over an insult.
The tree remembers, the axe forgets.
Then of course there is Y/N, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen; used as a means to broker peace between warring houses since she was no more than a child. Made to ease the suffering of those around her, at great personal expense.
The tree remembers, the axe forgets.
Each of them shaped by unsteady hands, hoping only for the best.
The tree remembers, the axe regrets.
Over the moon turn since Aemond hath inserted himself upon their union, not one of them has known peace. All angry or pining for another, because of a misunderstanding. Because of a book, because of a sword fight, because of a single glance.
Even seated round the council table, Aemond stares at their entwined hands. Love is a curious thing, in all its different forms. Y/N is never going to love him the way she does Aegon.
âWhat will my children call you?â
âAemond, or uncle. Same as they always have.â
âWhat will your children call me?â The wound is still fresh, raw and aching as Aegon presses against it.
âIt will be nearly impossible to tellâŚwhether they are yours or mine, until they are grown.â Aemond admits, âI suppose they might call us both father.â
Y/N buries her head in her hands, sick with the guilt of what sheâs done.
Dying in the name of love is noble sacrifice, killing oneâs self to love another is a senseless endeavor.
âSometimes these things happen.â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âAre you not speaking to me?â Aemond asks, when he manages to get Y/N alone.
âWhat difference does it make? My words mean little to you.â
Aemond sighs, âI apologize for my lapse in judgment. I should not have said those things to Aegon.â
âKnowing what he means to me, how could you be so cruel?â The princess snaps.
Aemond purses his lips, âmy brother made fun of me for the whole of my life. I saw an opportunity to return the favor. I am sorry for it.â
âIs that what this is to you?â Y/N whispers, âis that what I am to you? Revenge against your brother, at long last?â
âNo,â Aemond growls, âyou areâŚyou know what you are to me.â
âSpeak it.â Y/N insists, âtell me what I am to you.â
Aemond closes the space between them, taking her face between his hands. âYou are my friend.â
âAnd that is enough for you?â
âIf that is all Iâm allowed.â Those who are starved will eat anything.
âEven if we were to marry, it would not be fair to you. I love Aegon, I will always love him. We grew up together, he and I. Day and night for ten years, we have been together. I enjoy your company and I should like to keep it, but I am in want of a friend. I have a husband.â
To be so tragically entangled.
âIt matters not if he is studied in the histories, or if he holds interest in matters of the court. So long as I am studied, so long as I hold interest in the court. The duties are mine, the burdens are mine.â
âI only wish to help you,â Aemond breathes.
âYou canât,â Y/N shakes her head. âYou cannot help me. You cannot come into my life and uproot it. Iâve children, Aemond. Aegonâs children, who need my love and affection more than anyone.
Children who grow up in the absence of love spend the rest of their lives wanting for it; no matter how much they are given. Like pouring into a bottomless cup, endless and painful because it never fills. It is cracked from the time they are small and can never be fixed. Iâve seen the difference between children born of love and those born of duty. My children will know which they are.â
âWho fills your cup once heâs drained it?â
âThe gods provide.â Y/N swipes at traitorous tears, threatening to fall. âThey always do.â
âWhores then,â Aemond understands. Why the pleasure house, why the wine, why the constant thirst for knowledge. âI could fuck you as well as any.â
Y/N turns away from him. âIt would mean something more to you andâŚâ
âIt would not mean a thing to me.â
ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
Aemond makes his way to the silk streets, tearing back curtains, until he spots the silver sheen of his brotherâs hair. Pressed back into a pillow as one of the brunettes works herself over his cock. It is not lost on him, how much the pretty little thing resembles Aegonâs wife. âI need a word with you.â
Aegon huffs a laugh, feeling the woman above him begin to pull away. âAh, ah,â he chides, âyou stay right there. Doing the godsâ work, you are.â
The woman sighs, happily, âthank you, your grace.â
He gives her hips an affection squeeze, before turning his attention back to Aemond. âWhat is it you need?â
âI was hoping to apologize, for the way I have conducted myself.â
âAll is forgiven, brother.â Aegon waves a dismissive hand. âMy wife is an endearing mystery, it is not your fault for taking interest.â
Aemond cocks his head to the side, âto what do I owe your sudden change of heart?â
âY/N and I talked,â Aegon grins. âWhichever parts of her you are stimulating, do it well for me. Tell her I love her, while youâre at it.â
Part 3
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#house of the dragon#hotd smut#aegon targaryen x you#aegon targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen#hotd aegon#aegon targaryen smut#aegon smut#aegon imagine#aegon targaryen fanfic#aemond imagine#aemond targaryen smut
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When You Touch Me - Wolverine x male reader x Deadpool 1/?
God I'm a sucker for a soulmate au. (AO3) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)
Warnings/tags: male reader, canon-typical violence, enemies to friends to lovers, eventual smut, slow burn
Wordcount: 2347
Summary: Youâve heard many stories about how people met their soulmates. Everyone crazier than the last, ranging from typical meet cutes, meeting with one of them at death's door, in war, meeting at your soulmate's wedding to another, and everything in between and outside of that. You had just never expected to add yours to the crazy list, meeting yours in a fight, only realizing after trying to kill each other for at least half an hour. And you certainly donât expect to have another.
Other info: About this au - Soulmates find each other through touch, which establishes a mental link that lets feelings through, and if solid and built up enough over time, simple thoughts/words can also come through. Some bonds are purely platonic, about â
in total. Multiple soulmates are not unheard of, but rare, more common with platonic soulmates.Â
Quickly about the reader - mercenary/gunman/thug for hire. Great shot with pretty much any gun, has two knives as backup weapons, has fought with swords before. Looks wise he has hair and is shorter than Wade and Logan, but I try to keep no specific height in mind while writing. Has a few scars scattered over his body, but nothing specific as of yet. Does not want a soulmate, thinks it just leaves people vulnerable. Lives on his own in an apartment he owns and is content with his life.
All you were, really, was hired help.
All you were supposed to do was stand around and look scary with a few other tugs in a warehouse with high shelves stacked with crates, while your employer (a generous word for the drug dealer that hired you) met with another drug dealer.
It had gone tits up the second a man wearing a red and black spandex suit and katanas on his back of all things came crashing through a window.
You had dived for cover, because there are gunshots ringing out in the milliseconds after the glass shatters. You curse, reaching for your gun, with just one single 10 bullet magazine, because your stupid employer had insisted you only needed one when you asked for more. So to have something more you had your adamantium knives strapped to each thigh, hidden enough under your black joggers.
You curse under your breath, cause this is fucking awful. You hear gunshots over and over again, people are dying, wood from shipping crates are splintering, metal is hitting the floor.Â
And thereâs talking.Â
Fucking talking.
âCome one guys, your aim is all off! Did none of you ever train on the neighborhood cats?â
Well, more like yelling. Because even though the warehouse wasnât empty, it still had an echo. You are used to the loud sounds, it fuels your adrenaline as you peek out from behind the crate you are using as a shield.
The man, you are just going to call him Red for now, is flipping and bouncing between crates, avoiding any big hits. A few bullets graze an arm, but he doesnât seem to take notice as his own bullets find their marks, bodies dropping around him. Heâs nimble and quick about it, taking down guys from both sides with equal gusto, and you find yourself just watching him carefully. Heâs almost elegant, light on his feet, and a jab or taunt spewing out of his mouth every few bullets.Â
Careful not to alert Red or anyone else about your position, you shift, gun in hand watching him saunter over to your employer, the last man standing. Well, not really, since heâs down on his knees, begging for something incoherent while fat tears and snot roll down his face.Â
âNewsflash asshole, I donât care for your tragic backstory that the writer wonât let you talk about.â Red raises his gun, one last loud bang filling the warehouse before itâs quiet once again.
âLast fucking one, my counting skills once again making me win.â Red claps his hands together, before moving his hands to his hips, looking around the warehouse. âWhat a fucking mess.â He shakes his head, and you see your opportunity now that he thinks itâs all over.
You move up, pulling the trigger as soon as your gun is aimed right. Red doesnât even get to turn before six bullets go through his chest, two through his throat, and the last two finding their mark in his skull. You shouldnât use all your bullets on one target like that, but still you do. Red drops like a sack of potatoes, and you draw a sigh of relief, lowering your gun as you too look around the warehouse. Youâre glad itâs far away from anything else, because it should take at least a few hours before the cops are alerted, and by that time you would be far away from this warehouse that is by now covered in blood, bullet casings, and dead men.
Your earlier relief turns into utter confusion as you hear shuffling, and when you turn back towards where Redâs body is, you see him shake his head where he lays crumpled on the floor, and seconds later heâs on his feet with a groan.
âOkay, good shot whoever that was.â You gape, words slipping out of your mouth without meaning to.
âWhat the fuck.â Redâs head snaps towards you.
âOh, there you are.â His voice is light, almost like heâs halfway into song. âI would return the favor, but Iâm fresh out of bullets so this will have to do.â He pulls out the katanas strapped to his back. You grab your knives, managing, somehow by the grace of whatever runs this universe, to bring it out just in time to block both katanas that were coming at you in tight formation.
âOh so you werenât just happy to see me.â Red jokes, and though you canât see his face under the mask, you are pretty sure he is grinning. You grunt, because there is no way for your brain to form words as you parry another attack from him, retreating.
You are in no position to attack, so all you do is stop his, and try to escape, backing off. Or rather, you try to, but Red is not letting up, so all you end up doing is walking backwards through the warehouse in a vague path between boxes and shelves as he attacks.Â
He manages to get a few slashes here and there to connect, but they are shallow, just enough to draw blood and sting. One on your left arm, two on your right arm, three on your left leg. You wonder if amounts are on purpose. He seems to take it all as encouragement, laughing, keeping up his quick attacks.Â
You donât know you hold out, breathing heavy, arms and hands hurting with how you are clutching and shielding with your knives like your life depends on it.Â
Because it 1000% fucking does, thatâs why you manage.
Red finally lets up, just enough that you can create some space between the two of you. You donât dare to actually turn and run, certain he has no moral code of cutting down someone from behind. So you just try to slowly create even more room between the two of you as you watch for his next attack.
âOh I am having fun!â Red tries to clap, but he just knocks the hilts of his katanas together. âThough we are just a little unevenly matched here.â He sounds like heâs breathing just a little bit harder at least, even though there are no cuts next to the bullet holes riddling his suit. He tilts his head for a moment, then bends down, and then thereâs a katana sliding over the floor, bumping into your boot. You look down at it, before looking back up at him.
âCome on, pick it up.â Shifting your knives into one hand, you keep your eyes on the white eyes of his mask as you bend down and pick up the sword.Â
âOh yeah, look at me during.â You ignore his comment, feeling the weight of the katana in your hand. Itâs heavy, but perfectly balanced, feeling perfect as you spin it in your hand a few times, the hilt still warm from Redâs earlier hold.Â
âHot.â Red says as he twirls his second katana, mimicking you. Once more ignoring him, you put your knives back in their sheats. âDo you have them there to distract your enemies by making them think you are going to jerk off mid-battle?â You snort.
âNo, they are there so they are more hidden, and more difficult to grab.â
âIf you wanted my hands in your pants all you had to do was ask, baby.â You think Red is winking at you through the mask. You roll your eyes, taking a deep breath.
âShut the fuck up.â With both of your hands on the hilt of the katana, you are ready to defend yourself from his first attack.
âOhhh, you remind me of someone. I think the two of you would get along, heâs also a man of few words. Maybe Iâll let you live so you can meet him and fight him too, more material for my spank bank.â He definitely winks this time, then you are defending yourself from another attack from him. It pushes you backwards, again, but this time, you are able to attack back.
Though you canât help but wonder if heâs letting you, just indulging you. Because you can feel how strong he is when you parry his strikes, you felt how strong he was when all you had was your knives.
Itâs a dance, a dance he lets you participate in as you block, attack, block, attack, block. Redirecting his sword coming for your throat so it splinters wood instead of flesh.
âHow did you learn to fight like this?â Wade asks, almost spinning as his energy is redirected away from your body. He is at least breathing a little heavier, and for some reason, you find yourself having a little fun, even though you think you know how this is going to end.
âI was a loser in high school. What about you?â You speak through gritted teeth, the sound of metal on metal filling the warehouse as you block another attack. You donât even know why you ask him back, but it feels right.
âSomething similar.â Itâs still kinda hard to tell, but you think he grins under his mask as you attack back.
You do get a few cuts in, deep enough that it slices through his suit and the skin underneath, but it leaves you with little satisfaction as you see the cuts heal in seconds. Though at least his suit canât fix itself, growing more tattered by the minute as new slashes and old bullet holes make a mess of it.
âSo you are not just a pretty face, thereâs some skills there.â You frown, anger flaring, and you are about to say something, but with a quick move that you have no opportunity to block, and that truly demonstrates the difference between the two of you, he nicks you with just the tip of the katanta, just on the left corner of your mouth. You startle, but on instinct your tongue goes out to lick at the blood now sliding down to your skin. It just gives you more motivation to strike back, a big one that leaves behind what could almost be called a titty window on his chest, showing textured skin underneath.
âOhhhh, freaky.â Red taunts, slicing your chest too, though your skin doesnât heal when metal connects after slicing through your shirt like air. You curse, adrenaline causing your ears to roar, and the world to go a little fuzzy at the edges. You touch your chest, fingers coming back bloody, watching Red. Your own katana pointing towards the floor, ready, but down as you breathe heavily.
âLeaving yourself all open for me? You shouldnât have.â Red coos, and that is what you are counting on. Letting him attack you straight on, thinking you have given up, so you can shove the katana through his skull, killing him again, and leaving you at least a few moments to high tail it out of there.
Itâs what the plan is.
It does not work out like you intend it to.
It goes in a whole new direction.
Because when he comes close enough, you manage to get a hold on his shoulder, which gets you a hopefully not deadly slice over your abdomen for your efforts. You are moving quickly, seconds away from stabbing the katana through the bottom of his jaw. But then your fingers touch a bare spot on his shoulder where his suit had gotten torn, and thereâs a sparkler going off in your brain, a sizzling sensation that settles in the back of your head as feelings of excitement, adrenaline, and happiness that are not your own speeds through your mind.
You gasp out loud.
You canât help yourself.
Because you know what that was.
And there is no fucking way.
WHAT. THE. ABSOLUTE.Â
FUCK.
Fucking no.
A soulmate.
You have a fucking soulmate??????
And this is how you fucking meet him????
In all of your turmoil, you have dropped the katana that was destined to go through Redâs skull. He is a few paces behind you, not immediately attacking, just watching you as you turn around in your now mostly frozen state.
âWh-â
âTouch me.â Red blinks, owlishly even with the white eyes of his mask.
âWow, so forward. You know, con-âÂ
âShut the fuck up.â You march over to him, and in what seems to be confusion he lets you tug the glove of his hand that is not holding his katana. You interlace your fingers, the motion absurdly tender for the moment that is currently playing out. You see his eyes widen behind the mask, and you are sure his mouth opens and closes several times even hidden as it is.
âWhat the fuck.â The words are so soft out his mouth that you are not even sure he said them. Not that it matters, because a second later he is wrenching his hand back like you burned him. He runs past you, and you watch as he picks up his katana where you dropped it, and then keeps running after that brief slowdown, heading towards a door you hadnât noticed while you were fighting. You startle yourself into action finally, following him, but heâs out the door before you can reach him.
On the other side thereâs a hallway, and his back is quickly retreating, and all you feel is panic. You are not sure which of you it is coming from.
You try to keep up with him through multiple hallways, but heâs fast, getting out of the building before you do. Itâs enough of a headstart that you only see backlights and hear the roar of a motorcycle speeding away.
You run over to where the cars you all arrived in earlier are parked, but of fucking course all tires are slashed. Not like you had any of the keys anyway, but they would have been easy enough to find in some dead man's pockets.
âFucking MOTHERFUCKER!â You know he canât hear you, but you hope Red feels your frustration through your bond as you punch the hood of a car, denting the metal.
(Part 2)
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